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MONALISA AND LEONARDO
Superb painting priceless piece.
MISS and MASTER combines.
Mystic majestic smile
Fantastic wonderful profile.
Monalisa in feminine charm
displays also masculine spectrum.
Precise person as Leonardo to believe
on dual exhibit of Adam-Eve
portraying one personality
as Goddess of fertility,
ISIS on pictograph: LISA: : Love God AMON
Ideal unison MONALISA. Well known.
Leonardo born Handsome with high Talent
The Great Polymath Mathematician Architect
Zoologist Botanist Technologist Perfect
Sketch- expert Helicopter Designer
Passionate Poet Peerless Painter
Skillful Meteorologist, Robotics Engineer
Masculine Manly with feminine character
'Drawing Sketches': Quantum Quality
Top Personality.
Renaissance Man of Century.
01/19/17
Third Place
'Podium Placing Promise (5) Contest by Brian Strand
There’s none more racist than your Working Man.
Conservative. “Let’s keep it as it is:
just give me Tic-Tac-Toe and Criss-Cross Quiz.”
No greater sexist since the world began –
that foxes have their prices, he’ll accept,
and swallows whole the tabloid rag he reads
(the breasts of teenage girls are all he heeds).
Compassion for his Comrades? Jesus wept!
He’s happy with his Fangios and Faldos,
admires Samantha Foxes, Katy Prices.
His only Cristianos are Ronaldos,
and God alone knows if he’s heard of Isis.
Keep feeding him his Oprahs and Geraldos,
but pray you don’t encounter him in crisis.
A rising on Valentines
Resur – e – rection
Four AM Valentines morn, I awoke,
stiff as a board – stands a mighty oak,
reaching up to heavenly skies – empty –
whishing upon a star that would not be
a heavenly body for me – that pink cloud,
sweet, delicious – ecstasy wrapped in a shroud.
A surprise !, standing against the ravages of time,
- for a long, long time – this gift with no place to go
for deep down – in my heart – I have come to know,
that upon this tree, you have no desire to climb
nor upon this mighty oak come and take a rest
and maybe find, that doing so, could be the best
wood, the wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
will never be a pillar you wish to climb upon.
To pulp – my wood, this mighty oak – becomes, gone.
What does an old man find ?, - when realizing so few
moments arise that he might sing a glorious song
to the goddesses “ Isis ”, “ Ishtar ” – not a clue.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 15th 2007
How surprising can a being gush out blood from another?
Or can the teeth of one taste the raw of his fellow's flesh?
How bad can a body with a soul rape an unready poor damsel?
Or can a working heart mastermind the death of millions?
It is unbelievable and cruel for a sound mind
to create and nurture the idea of ethnic cleansing.
We are ranked on top, in the Animal kingdom
but already becoming the least in actuality,
these soulless beings are now our fore-runners and love’s advocates
exemplified by the gratitude of a once wounded lion
to its human savior from the claws of death
and the cute mutualism shared
between an Elephant and a Dog.
Oh! we shamelessly should learn
from these less intelligent creatures.
All wars both religious and political have come and gone
acid poisoning on humanity through slavery is a forgotten episode
we now suffer in the horror of greed and wickedness
where one person sinks into his home, the treasury of millions
while the love of animals grows and cuts across different species.
Some of us of same race and even history
slaughter the other like a delicious meat.
The terror of Al-shabab, Al-queeda and ISIS
make love seemingly unattainable.
We bring back history's stains through wars
never learning from its lessons to avoid the stings.
We are beginning to lose touch with human kindness
as we flatter material items with the love
ought to be extended to our fellow species
leading to the one deep question
Is humanity evolving?
I have listened to,your stories
Heard your talk on Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night.
The next time I come across,
And I know I surely will
The indiscriminate victim
Of a Taliban kill
I won’t get upset
Or have any sleepless nights
I’ll know the Tali did it in defence
Of his version of Human Rights
And when we leave this country
After years of combat and bravery
And the Afghani woman are
Returned to their Burkha’d slavery
And ISIS cross the channel
Because our security is so bad
And unleashed chaos on the streets
In pursuit of their Jihad
And they demand Sharia law
In my native England
I’ll try to stay calm
And try to understand
And I won’t get upset
And try not to hate
Those religious fanatics with views
Five hundred years out of date
For I have listened to your story
Heard you speak of Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night,
Written sone years ago, but the repression goes on with women being denied education and treated like chattels/
Love & Hate
Hate never defeats hate
We shall therefore never hate
Nor hate the haters
Mans destiny is to be flawed
I am flawed
Very flawed
I cry out for peace
I feel the pain of every suffering child
yet
yet
yet
They say have no hate
Love thy enemy
So I must love
Love is the Lennon way
Give a peace of the bullet a chance
Love is dead
Imagine that
Never the less, I try
Flawed as I might be
So I love
As a lover should
I embrace my love in the wrapped shroud of peace
I kiss my love
I shall list my loves
I would love to see Trump die
I would love to see Hillary poked in the eye
I would live to see Saudi Arabia disappear
I would love to see Isis naked and suffering in fear
I would love to see Putin in a box
I would love to see the ayatollah eaten by a fox
I would love to see Erdogan receive his own medicine
Served by traitors as boiled venison
I would love to see assaulter's assaulted
Love is so great let’s love to death all Stalinist Trumps
By their evil deeds and greedy ways
Let’s send them bullets that say "loves the way"
I would love to amend the second amendment
But not before I shot all the NRA
For I believe in love and therefore they can not stay!!!
Reality is coming.
Don't you hear its wings, a-thrumming?
When prosperity smiled
on the people of the Nile
and there was bread and onions
no Calvins, Luthers, Bunyans
could disrupt the daily toil
to sell them snake oil,
but the workers in crisis
are sure to turn to Isis.
totem poles, Superbowls, Beyonce Knowles
cellphones ring tones Alex Jones
will-they-fire-us, Covid virus, Miley Cyrus
How long can you keep
them walking in their sleep?
In the watches of the night,
don't you sometimes take fright
when you think how it will end,
the day they comprehend?
Rand Paul, Fawn Hall, Rollerball
go-fasters, phony pastors, US Masters
shock jocks, Redsox, Amanda Knox
During the investors' meeting,
don't you hear those wings, a-beating?
Isis was a major goddess of Ancient Egypt you know
She resurrected her brother and husband from down below
Osiris and she produced a son, Horus, she guarded with her life.
She was a marvelous sister, terrific mother, the ultimate wife.
Isis was requested for funerals, and helped the dead enter the afterlife.
She was conjured up in spells asking for help when others had strife.
Frequented by Nubians as well as Egyptians was her temple Philae.
Her magical powers were known by many and from countries far away.
Isis was a major influence when her popularity was at a peak.
Eventually Christianity came into vogue, the “religion of the week”.
Christianity stayed, but some think Isis had an influence on it too.
She was prominent in the ancient texts, and worshipped by quite a few.
Blow me away such a vision of day
I can't get you out of my mind.
I live on the edge, just to live on the edge,
and find that you're not by my side.
Good thing I left you when I was alone
or else I'd remember the love that you stole.
I've got a message for one and to all:
Not to be taken away at all cost.
Pausing a while to think of a way
to prove my love another day.
I hold you close and cry away a year:
a relapse of love, a single tear.
The lost people of distant shores
sent searching among the ravaged doors.
Finding the souls of twins unite
and leaving a sign to split the night.
Savage breast and reason ugly tongue,
the watchful tears draw near the plunge.
A breath within and then we jump
and find our love's been left for dust.
We fair incoherents lost in our crisis
of misinterpreting the mighty Isis.
Not unlike the Son, I love you again
and wish my dreams weren't answered in pen.
You can't keep me, you can't give me.
I am me, who are you?
Slap me, belt me but never say you own me.
Curse me, sell me, but never say you'll hit me.
You can't have what I own.
I own nothing, what is yours?
Spit on me, spit on me but never tell me never.
Shoot me, stab me, but never talk to me.
I WANT MY LIFE TO BE MY OWN
AND EVEN WHEN I AM TO DIE.
KEEP THIS MESSAGE IN YOUR MIND:
IT WAS THE LIFE THAT KEPT MY BLOOD RED
AND NOT MY BLOOD
THAT KEPT ME ALIVE. Shock.
We must do something,
Liberals holler! After causing
this mayhem, rigging an election,
throwing peace out of power:
His tweets were too nasty, too
macho-type-man”~though he
confounded tyrants, LIKE PUTIN,
laid Isis cold, to rot on the sand.
Now they call out! We must
do something, for a time again,
we: Send my children, my
grandchildren, their sister and
barely of-age brother~reply I, yet
a sigh: lead the way, outside a
poem. Where words are safe
to toughly roam;
let me see a rifle in your
hand, you at the head
of the liberating pack (in-front
not in back)~then maybe
I will ask mine to follow –
not because of your belated moan~but
for our God! For His mankind's sake,
though adding more innocent voices
to your well deserved, culpable groan.