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Awakened by a budding desire
Trees burst forth in bloom
As their colors set the landscape afire
which attracts the insects that groom
the blossoms, as they exude a sweet perfume
Butterflies frolic amidst the branches
Seeking shade in the heat of the day
As our feathered friends give us songs that enhance
With melodies coming from blue jays
While a woodpecker hammers out a tune his way
A hummingbird hovers to a flower's sway
A flourish of leaves, gold and red, are now seen
Which disguise a lugubrious fall
As squirrels gather food in between
the shadows of its implicit pall
Though its vibrant colors do enthrall
Snowflakes and ice crystals soon descend
Clothing the trees in a coat of white,
Later icicles will extend
From the limbs, as a snowy owl in flight
Moves silently through the frigid night
Loneliness,
of individuals,
like me,
of families,
like mine,
of uncommunioned communities,
and nation-states,
like ours,
Loneliness leads insufficient capacity
to prophecy everyone's collective interdependence,
and thereby remains partially blind
to Win/Win optimal health/wealth outcomes,
which could not be monopolized
by experiential loneliness
felt internal sadness
monoculturing.
By inviting risk to shift,
nudge,
notice personal/political Lose/Lose depreciations,
bucket lists of long-standing tensions,
causing unhealthy cognitive/affective dissonance
unresiliently stuck in slow ego-depreciating mortality,
absence of furthering resonant appreciative-inquiry belonging
within this
and each
and every
timeless Win/Win left-brain fragmenting
ego-prominent compassion-nest
self/other-perpetuating cooperative polypaths
implied within each unprophetic deeply pre-ingested
re-ingesting healthy/wealthy moment,
Trans-rationally spiraling not not ego/ecotherapeutic self-care,
a dynamic healing enthymematic ZeroZone
away from repressive solid OneNest walls
of silently atoning loneliness,
onelinest
healthy hoping toward impressive implicit webs
for pregnant metaphoric
meteoric Earthiness,
EarthTribe 2020 nest.
The war
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Undying failure
Confrontation is the only option
You’ll endure…surrender
Be fair…be aware
because we’ll fight with bare
hands will transform
to fists
and we have no time
for pacifists
The blood smeared
On the weapons
Doubling our army
Double the agonizing shouts
Trotting in frustration
When will this aggressiveness end?
Confront the poor
And the pacifists
And fight the rich
And the mere fools
With armor
made of hard material
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Because I’m over…
I’m done with you all
I’ll not listen to your fear-lurking call
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Are you ever pacifist?
Don’t lift up your wretched fist
Or I’ll smear it in the mist
Don’t play me as a fool
The warfare
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Confrontation will eventually
take its toll
Please…
don’t take it as a foolish game
So be aware
and play fair
or I’ll tear
your amusement…your greed
and smear it on your
destructible weapons
Written: August 29, 2023
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That which you crave for is looking for you.
In the shadows of your inner being, it brews.
The wound, where pain resides,
Is where the light enters and abides.
The quieter you are, in tranquil repose
The things you yield, as you disclose,
Able to hear the whispers of the divine,
Silence, the language of God, is so fine.
All else is but a poor translation.
When compared to the crucial revelation,
When you start to walk the way,
The path before you will come into play.
Respond to every call that excites,
Your spirit is guiding you to unique heights.
Accept the troubles that come your way,
They hold the key to a brighter day.
The time you adopt your trials with courage
Never leave the silent light door in storage.
When you do things from your rattling soul,
You'll feel a river moving, making you whole.
A joy, deep within, will bubble
As you embark on this key trip, humble
And with each step, your spirit will soar.
Closer to the silent light, forevermore.
A route unseen leads to the silent light.
You will grip where God whispers sight.
An intricate dance of mutual searching.
Light will find a way into the core of one's being.
The wound, a portal where pain and healing collide,
A gateway to the divine, where secrets reside.
As you become quieter, the truth will appear.
Guiding you closer to that which you hold dear.
The pure language of silence talks to the soul.
In the silence, speaks in whispers, an implicit role.
All else is a mere transcription, a feeble attempt,
Capture the essence; the message is unkempt.
So let beat off fear, let throw off doubt,
Embrace the unknown, and let your soul shout.
Respond to every call that stirs your spirit.
For it is the universe's way to lift and uplift.
Now press that button, press it if you dare
Before you do that though, are you aware...
that when you press that button, you agree
That there are thought police; no one is free
Now God forbid that we should talk of s*x
For if we do, we'll be under a hex
You see freedom of speech is just a joke
Now poets with agendas all will "poke"
I wonder what her partner did to Eve
The Bible says to her Adam did "cleave"
Now what this translates to in modern day
Perhaps is worded "Rolling in the hay"
Explicit or implicit, oh what fun!!
Just use a metaphor or "s*x*y" pun
Be careful not to mention body parts
Or you will be "disbanded" from the arts
So, press that button! Press it! Let's all see
What will become of us and poetry....
Eileen Manassian
Tongue in cheek, people....tongue in cheek! At least it's not tongue in .......... Hmmmmmmmm!!!! ;) No, but seriously...I do understand the concern about this issue that has been brought up by TPS about Rules and Regulations. I don't mean to be sacrilegious with mention of Adam and Eve either...a bit of humor with a dash of concern and a sprinkling of sarcasm. ;)
Amidst concrete blazen Sun
Chalkboard bleeding blue skies
Fresh squeezed clouds raining down lemonade
Implicit deteriorated desert sagebrush
Dusting tropical dirt glowing off the Earth
Smooth sailing breezy endless dunes
Steel hard cream of the crop
Minutes Frozen stuck on the clock
Amidst this concrete blazing sun
To the quarry looking glass
I see the very end of the Stars
Falling burning in my skin at that point
Right there I thought I just felt that in my heart
In the broad opening day the skies were black
While standing on the surface I realize this is no longer Earth
For I am living in an alien nightmare
11/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Mine offset fooey zook equilibrium
translated into at least one raw bit
(hmm...maybe the naughty one) being askew,
which nearly (worse case scenario) critically
could burn up every hair strand fiber optic wired conduit
sans, and destroy the primary, secondary, tertiary...
connection of this (motherf******) circuit
board, which (sorry tubby explicit),
whew close call offset (viz skin of
"FAKE" teeth), in NIC of time avoided major deficit
thankfully technical glitch
bit dust courtesy re: micro
processor faux wall thwarted,
toppling scaffolding upholding democracy forfeit
sure would totally wreck global functionality luckily
ace craftsman ma papa with keen insight
anticipated built-in catastrophic fail/
safe under soldering gun,
preemptively incorporated chess
grandmaster measured gambit,
hence avoiding future government
shutdowns since implicit
within migrant manufactured mesh
of webbed components houses white lie
sense to circumvent, via automatic
nanobyte size trigger
comprising a binary coded buffered kilobyte,
yours truly able to attune
consciousness to any slight
fluctuation, perturbation, variation, et cetera
imperceptible to nobody but me,
a "smart" sensor, that doubles as infrared light,
whereby coded instructions encrypted airtight
bequeathed to this artificial intelligence
as digitally patented birthright
also linkedin virtual reality appurtenances
portray futuristic bombsight
of World War III a minuscule,
yet not improbable chance event, some bright
eyed and bushy tailed hacker infringes copyright
gleefully launching atomic missiles,
which thermonuclear midnight
leaving Earth a lifeless burnt offering,
where scant bands escape by spaceflight,
whence this garden variety
will no longer be able to write!
Under a half moon
He becomes my dream
A secret uncloaked
Emotion unveiled
A mystery revealed
Existence of warmth
between subconscious
and implicit knowledge
And it is there...
`neath the soft spot of my heart
where crimson bleeds its velvet
upon his bare breath
Its there where my blushed lips
lose their virginity
Where my fair cheeks
suffused with rosy glow
It is there where fiery needs are fulfilled
Fervent desires scorched
Candlelit pleasures beheld
It is there where alluring visions
embrace my suppressed memory
and take over this barren soul
As his ardent voice call
in an enticing whisper
in a unique accent
into my left ear
My love~Mi amor
That is the preserved moment
when my unwholiness becomes whole
That is the moment
those glancing eyes capture my own
Only until...
Mr sandman leaves behind
wet proposals on dry soil
Early mist envelops the bridge
Aurora rises in new awakening
Last zephyr breeze fades away
and once again He is gone,gone.
Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
I cried at that time. I still remember. Then I forgot,
This was because within no time a better one I got;
Better one, the elders said, but, did I truly feel so?
Anyway, by way of fun frolics, I did let things go;
On and off, yet, that little doll of mine flashed in my head,
Smiled for a while...! Left...! In my mind, a sad shadow did spread...!
In my school days when a pencil or eraser I lost,
She crossed in and smiled and made me frost and mentally tossed;
When any little flower I loved suddenly faded,
She crept in and smiled; but, my joy canvas got coal shaded;
When precious friends entered my life and, by way, moved away,
She came out of the blue and made my mood of sadness sway...!
She was in at my mother's death and at my dad's demise,
Sat smiling midst my unknown implicit heart-rending cries;
In the form of my darling, yet, for life-long she entered,
My existence got a new meaning and turned joy-centered;
Now, that, she too is gone, soon she's in, filled with a broad smile,
Is it to tell me, with life's changes, I should reconcile...???
18 June 2023
The Lost Doll Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables