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FLOWER POWER
He broke the rule, shattered it,
left the pieces for all to see.
The hill rolling, tree climbing,
butterfly chasing, game of tag
was over and the race for the
water fountain was on.
He ran with his flock,
suddenly breaking sharply
to the left, slowing to a
two knee landing.
He bent low, rolled onto
his side, did a little snake
dance, then lay motionless.
After several minutes he rose,
corrected his circuitous cycle,
and rejoined the thirsty flock.
Intrigued, I investigated the
cause/effect relationship
of his deviation - A lone dandelion.
It had drawn him in,
he had studied it, touched it,
smelled it, tasted it, spent a
few moments getting to know it.
He remained unfamiliar with the rule
but had gained a familiarity with
the dandelion.
Perhaps he was on to something.
Submitted to Encounters with Flowers – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen
11/22/2014
She endured trauma as a child, that shut down her mind
Without safe adults, there was no security to find
She played outside and pretended to run away
She prayed and God answered, he heard what she had to say
She learned about good and evil, at an early age
When her soul with a facade, became stuck in a cage
She was lucky to have natural talents to help her survive
God granted her what was needed to stay alive
She was given strength to endure things, beyond words can say
When she was older, it was time for her to speak and find her way
She investigated the past, fighting to stop others from being hurt
She learned to watch her back, be streetwise while on alert
After 14 years, justice failed with deep corruption, that started back then
Finding the closure she wanted was no longer a matter of when
Family outcasted her, while more losses and deaths came about
The silence of the past had turned into a powerful shout
How did she make it through such painstaking times?
She created in many ways including things like these rhymes
She was granted many good things through so many years
Friends who care, pets who love, much comfort that erased fears
She yearns to love and give to all who may have pain
She will offer to give the sun to anyone, after the rain
I say all this because there is hope in life, through good and bad
- smiles do return from the depths of being sad -
Heidi Sands
12/22/33
by: Poet destroyer
I investigated many poems today
Friendly people on this (Love Boat)
Everybody different in their own way
The evidence I found is hidden in every poetry line
Mysteriously, one poet comes from (Fantasy Island)
I am filing charges on the lady
Who welcomes you to the soup
Leaves you a comment, without reading your identity
Today I read a report on the supernatural.
Billies demons vs' (Charlies Angels.)
Investigating a woman who poets you advise, gee's how nice
I will give her a ticket, for making me feel guilty as can be
How about the clown who does not wear a rubber nose.
He puts on a show with his pen and paper (THAT IS TALENT)
He is using his ego another way
He makes us laugh, with one whip of his Belt
I will not release the name on the depressing poem I read
For her, I will stop traffic, and move everyone out of her rain
Her words made my heart bleed
A warrant goes out to the girl who used too much imagination.
I actually got to see tongues to tongue vividly.
I will never ticket the poet queen
Murder she wrote and got away,
I do not know who is the John Doe I found today.
I will be reading his poetry file.
To make sure, he is not misleading this investigation.
I also confiscated an old antique or two
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes
I did my undercover work on a serial killer case on the soup.
That is one report I did not want to picture
I hope the writer will bargain for a life sentence
In a paradise so Green.
I will soon end my file, and turn in my report about Big Foot
After I arrest them ladies who write about butterflies
It is against the law to lead us on a goose chase
We are nowhere near (A highway to heaven)
I have to go join a (S.W.A.T.) team.
To raid the aliens who invade (The little house on the prairie)
I call this group the (A team)
You know A-liens team who you are.
Someone just posted bail
For the girl who blinded us all
She wore her neon converse a straight ticket to jail
I am on a manhunt locating a molester
Every time she is spotted in a pick out line
She comes back and deletes her trade
Erasing her only profile, just to edit all over again
This coming from a crooked cop, (Magnum)P D
Reporting live on the poetry soup
I’ve started getting emails
That I cannot read a word of.
They’re written in a language
That perhaps I’ve never heard of.
The writing looks like Arabic,
Not in my realm of knowledge.
In high school I learned Spanish
And a little French in college.
I read some Hebrew haltingly,
But this is not related.
I wonder how to get
This enigma investigated.
For why is someone sending me
A message in a tongue
That’s alien to me and
Other emails it’s among?
I’m getting these from several names,
All sounding vaguely Persian.
To read one single word, I’d need
Rosetta Stone immersion.
I’m pretty sure this isn’t Spam,
But I wish they’d recede.
I’d rather open emails
With a message I can read!
it takes all your courage to stand alone
speaking known which is unknown
the truth unheard that no one knows
show your balls are mighty grown......
and take the world on on your own
convictions of honour and good sense
"the right thing to do" that's your defence
it takes a strong will and intelligence
speak the truth for it holds relevance
though manipulated lies shape perspective
the cracks get noted as imperfections
question marks investigated
once the truth is implemented
get your balls out and show your will
over time
stormy seas become a sunny hill
over time
all eyes will see what's real
over time
changing how all do feel
Hercule Poirot entered Santa Claus’s large factory, shivering with cold. The great detective looked back and saw Frosty the Snowman grinning with delight. Hercule brushed off the snow from his impeccable suit, wiped his dainty shoes and arranged his moustache. Though he was in full trimming, he wondered why he was summoned to Winter Fairyland at the North Pole.
elves came out dancing around him singing Jingle Bells. “Ho, Ho, Ho,” cheered Santa. “So, you’ve arrived. A sirop de menthe for the great detective. He needs to warm up.”
Always polite, Hercules asked, “You need my services, Monsieur?”
“Of course. We have a sledge full of toys. Christmas is tomorrow. Tonight we must deliver the toys. Six reindeer are ready, but the leader, Rudolph has lost the red from his nose. Who will guide the sledge?”
Poirot almost had apoplexy. To be driven in the cold with sleigh bells ringing and losing his concentration, all because of a red nose? But he was a man of honour and so he investigated. Rudolph had a cold, and someone gave him medication. The red on the nose disappeared. What to do? Rudolph came in quietly and saw the glass of sirop. Poirot offered the glass to Rudolph who began to lick it. Lo and behold, the nose turned red.
Santa and the elves danced. A great feast took place including the turkey with its trimmings. Afterwards, Santa offered Poirot a drive back home.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to enter any chimney,’ laughed Santa.
Sledge bells rang, a bottle of the best sirop was given to the detective and Rudolph drove Hercule home.
“Happy Christmas,” shouted the elves. And another Poirot mystery was easily solved.
With apologies to Agatha Christie.
Deep state people, deep state minds
False importance, jobs contrived
Guardian people, warden minds
You’re not the people of my kind
Your crimes are well investigated
To lay the charge on those you hated
To set the safety, you threat and punish
Your dreamland state still cannot vanish
You welcome those who come to kill
A few cruel fates make no big deal
You tax the pensioners, to draw
Another graph to make the score
Your preconceptions are predictive
You rules are very much convictive
But not for those, who live in peace
Who wouldn’t go for golden fleece
Deep state people, straight lined minds
A state more shallow how to find?
I reckon it’s a bit too late
Your cockroach breed fills every state
Once a fierce warrior of the night,
with battle scars gleaming
under the moon's cold light,
a feral feline, solitary and strong,
a singular peculiarity
where loneliness had lingered for far too long.
Roaming the alleys with a stoic gaze,
surviving day to day on scraps
in a never-ending concrete maze.
But one fateful day, fate intervened,
In the form of tiny kittens,
innocent and kindred and serene,
warmed her beams, magiced beans
meets cupid in a loose board to a backyard seam,
floodgates a new beginning,
investigated by the other,
followed magnetically complete.
With endearing adopting human family.
Curiosity piqued, the warrior drew near,
to these fragile beings and nothing to fear,
their mewling cries were a melody so sweet,
it brought back a remembrance tear,
it tamed the savage beast, softened
the warrior's hardened fleece heart enough
to again beat in sync and stare and produce a purrl
of loves idiosyncrasies, right then and there.
Jerechoing the walls of defenses
of seven sacred circles pacing against instinctual liquefaction for the release of senses.
To thrust again in the feel of kin in it's wild unleash.
Of again trusting in the concept of family and need.
No longer alone in the dark of neglect's night,
the warrior found solace in the kittens' need of guide, guiding light.
A bond formed, unbroken and true,
a token speaking in love where
translation bloomed anew.
The scars of battle faded into the past,
replaced by a treasure troves chest opened avast,
found again in the eyes of the Angel Guardianed
KittenPardon, a plot so pure and kind, magic
of a strange kind-cast upon them all as a unit cast.
As hue-clanity found the warrior finding redemption in order, in their gentle unwind kittenic disorder-
rewinding whisps of feeling,
Whiskpers of
telepathy, empathy like little wands in the wind.
Little paws making biscuit love massaged right in, rendered kin.
We began writing the book together many years ago.
Chapter one, we decided to call: “all systems go.”
I found the old manuscript, it made me rejoice.
Ever glad you and I made the right choice.
The diction was aimed at the average man on the street,
The main character a middle-aged cop on the beat.
Chapter 2: A radio call from HQ. A hit run, car got away clean.
Patrols needed to gather witnesses to the scene.
Chapter 3. The cop we named Sargeant Danno was put in charge.
Locals agreed A red Mercedes they saw. On record their number was large.
,
Chapter 4. AI broke it down to 3 possible drivers of red Mercs.
First to the station was Ed Smith. He had a record on all sorts of perks.
Ed's alibi for that night, was that he had done a job on the local grog store.
Said his car was pinched. Danno said the grog shop was robbed the night before.
The second Danno interviewed was a gorgeous socialite, Sophia Day,
She was home alone the night it happened and her car was in for a respray.
The last of the suspects was Professor Edgar a philanthropist of note.
He was up for Citizen of the Year and did not want anything to tarnish the vote.
Famous for holding functions for underprivelidged kids in the neighborhood.
He told Danno he had hit a roo in his red Mercedes while driving in the wood.
Up to Chapter 10: was Danno scouring the evidence trying to understand.
Investigated each in turn trying to trick each one into showing their hand.
Sophia Day had tried to seduce Sargeant Danno with her womanly wiles.
She was with someone's husband that night. That must not come out in trials.
Edgar produced a document from his brother, a vet.
Swearing Edgar had brought a wounded kangaroo that night, no proof yet.
Ed said the grog shop was earlier, but his red car was pinched that night.
He remembered chasing the thief on foot til the car was out of sight.
Chapter eleven led to the answer. Danno had worked it out.
He couldn't divulge his findings til his Captain was about.
I am old now and my memory fails me, I don't remember the ending.
I was excited to read the last page and make my time reading this, worth spending.
Chapter 12 This old manuscript had been with us since before moving to Dover,
and so now Chapter 12 ( the last chapter) Simply said P.T.O.
Speak no ill of our 3 letter government agencies;
they are always watching out for our rights,
they are working for us.
Don't you know you are just peddling enemy disinformation!
Don't you know you are just repeating
conspiracy theories?
Nothing to see here.
No one is above the law except....
You will be considered an extremist
if you protest, ask no unauthorized questions.
Never cross the line and don't ask what line?
Don't speak about faith in anything but us.
You will be audited,
investigated,
we are sending 87 thousand more
armed revenue agents to your homes
to keep the peace.
Never run for political office unless you agree
with our official position and have been approved.
Everything is good, eat less food. It is patriotic
to want less, expect less.
The Ministry Truth is always watching.
Have a nice day - do what we say.