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THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH

THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH

For some, an imminent death is quite OK
Especially if by then, they’ve had their day
It’s that or continued chronic pain, anyway
But the decision should only ever be theirs
Not even by someone close who still cares
No arbitrary ruling like in Science Fiction

Yet it should be painless, at a time to suit
No waving back the tide like King Canute
Just hope that the nurse in charge is cute
There are those who in principle, object 
But a final choice as one’s own is correct
Laid out clearly and never a contradiction

It may be sad, but suffering will be worse
The funeral plan may not require a hearse
But anothers’ dalliance can be like a curse
Some believe a better time awaits beyond
Meeting old loves of whom they are fond
It is best, if the future matches prediction
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Mouse That Roared

( previous title...Destruction Junction)

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There once lived a mouse who was intelligent; a mouse of 
action, and very good!
Who did so much to clean up his neighborhood.
Mice that were hungry found jobs and were happy.
They had full tummies now and hugged their "pappies".
They were free to go to church, as good mice do!
And so very proud to live in Mouse Town,too!

But around the corner lurked some very jealous, 
livid mice.
Telling lies and tales to demean that Good Mouse.
Not once, but three-thousand and thrice!

And yet, the Good Mouse kept things at ease.
Whilst the evil mice wanted him cut down at the knees.
No matter all that the Good Mouse would do.
Well, harumph! 
These, the jealous mice could simply not eschew!

So Mouse Town had an election to rid the town of the 
Good Mouse!
In fact, the jealous were so livid they planned to drag 
him out of his own special house!

There is no end to this on-going tale yet.
Even those who like him are beaten and under threat?
While the jealous, mice plotted long past midnight, just
salivating to see his end!

He flew high above them not only in principle and action, 
but in Mouse Town's best silvery jet!            
Just beyond the grassy, verdant bend.

Those scrawny, spiteful, mice overcome with tales and 
hate.
Had souls that were the devil's mate.
They simply do not realize the lovers of Mouse Town will 
re-elect Good Mouse as Head of Mouse Town.

Oh, how they will gnash their teeth, cry and frown....
And yes, blame his win on some "international" Mouse Town?

While Mouse Town will be celebrating with great jubilation,
The green eyed mice will be drinking sour grapes in a state
of another, most dark humiliation!!

     Moral: "Winners make the effort; losers make excuses."
          (Frank Sonnenberg~Soul Food)
                         Or
     Winners are people of action, losers love playing victim!

                     January 15, 2020
Form:

SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous

SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous...

not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people eaters,
when havoc unexpectedly strikes
triggering an emergency situation,
where life and death

as very uncomfortable truth
teeters in the balance
necessitate immediate intervention,
hence survival
of one mediocre bipedal hominid
within twenty first century,
not only requires
allocated government funding
for unlimited talk and text,
to brook intervention

allowing, enabling, and providing help
while I channel urgent plea
via telephonic wireless portal
or surfing the cyber sea
if in need of an
up to date telephone number
until that one day in the near future,
when logical integrated circuits,
albeit miniscule or near invisible bots
to the naked eye,

said telecommunication trappings
ideally, easily, and admirably
embedded within body electric
batteries not necessary
when capacity to energize lovely bones
emulates, jump/kickstarts,
and powers an uninterrupted
self sustaining feedback loop
courtesy subcutaneous
nearly microscopic solar cells

(similar in principle
to intrauterine devices)
generates ample electricity
with resistance from subjects
to communicate wirelessly,
which means every waking
and sleeping movement
grudgingly monitored,
thus surreptitious antics
possibly flagged for:

accusation of plagiarization,
barbarization of mine mien,
cannibalization of pet peeves,
demonization of politicization,
elation of short lived beneficence,
fictionalization of embedded chip insertion,
glorification qua state of art communication,
humanization of artificial intelligence,
idolization of electronic engineering,
jollification of electrons
kation of covalent bond.

adieu from,
matthew scott harris

A Woman So Strong

A woman so strong, our own Joan of Arc
Rose up amongst others to conquer the dark
Never once did she hesitate, always took the lead
Walked at the front, she knew what we need.

Today she decided to take another leap
Just another step, on a warpath ever so steep.
She entered the world where the sword has no meaning
For now she can rest in a life more appealing.

A mother at heart with tender understanding
She knew when to pause when her boy-child was stumbling
Her daughters she taught to be woman of note
This remarkable woman that life could not smote

Suffering for you did not come from the pyre
The pains that you bore in your heart you acquire 
Steadfast  in principle for that what was right
Now you can rest, its the end of the fight.

Birth of Life

The Birth of life

I was born by a woman, this because I`m human
and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife
but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness 
and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what
everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.
I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against
nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.
I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.
When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and
seen how countries had withered and taken over
because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was 
more important than giving life
nations who had forgotten their future and imported
children from afar lands which altered a culture 
and replaced it with chaos and failure.
The slave is stronger than the master.
Now it is happening again; women have been lured into
thinking that they are not equal to a man if they  
bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.
Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.


The Balm of Synchronization

It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose

We, in principle, are made for each other, 
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own

I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand

You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization

A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood

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