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Premium Member British Angels


                    THREE  BRITISH ANGELS



Three daughters of Britain, in a dance class,
their lives were viciously taken!
But, sadly, for many of us, you are, in our silence,
inhumanelly forsaken!

You see, as poets, our hands, forced to pen of things 
only positive and uplifting?
Dare we do otherwise, many our weak-kneed readers may
halt liking us, and do a “quick-kill, downshifting!”

And so~ now, good, honorable Brits, are being jailed.
for protesting our young, bloodied,precious loss??
The removal, the matter of civility is lost, and honoring
wild anteduvians, no matter what the cost??

So, we think that…..we in other countries are safe?
I know the lying media, relishes brainwashing you!
We are no different than the three ballerinas~
Knives of “cancel culture” are out to lie and silence you!

But in or generosity and goodness, now must be silent as trees?
And we are now raped, beaten or killed by merciless, killer-men.
The bells in towers still do ring, government tells us we are free?
But the wise know, freedom is taken, by loons with government pens..

So be fearless, and do pen with your heart of deepest truth.
Sing you, songs of beauty and courage, but of course!
Stop, oh stop, seeking popularity’s meaningless friuit!
May you not live in this world, thinking you are wrong and full of remorse.!

Be then, who you are, no matter what the cost!
If you choose not to be brave, you are hopelessly, lost.

                            God Bless Britain

                                8/10/2024
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Olive Frazier 1854 - 1895

Olive Frazier

1854 – 1895

To my many august friends,
Mere survivors under this hungry consuming California sky.
Before you can reach high to the stars, my friends,
Both feet must firmly be set upon the ground first.
This, in essence, is the lesson of a lifetime.
Here in Clark Cemetery, the soil is rich and fertile.
In my prime years I have walked here
Walked on many an afternoon and many an early evening.
Walked and slowly strolled and ambled
Like a solitary tumbleweed in a restless wind.
Like a knock-kneed crab in a dark watery place
Commiserating with the barnacles.
It was on such a stroll
That I encountered the handsome Mr. Frazier.
Milton by name, bricklayer by trade.
We watched the sunset that evening.
Two hawks in flight high in the blue
Swaying effortlessly in the high breeze.
We found love in the dust
And we found heartbreak in the endless shadowed distances
Of Clark Cemetery.
I left this earth giving birth to my baby.
And now together we peacefully reside in this deep hole.
Together with Milton, my love.
Together now and forever in the dirt and the dust.
Milton, I am sorry I left you alone when I died.
So sorry you had to go on without us.
Often when the clouds above give drink to this dead land,
I think of us
Wondrously and miraculously alive,
Strolling to the east under the canopy of the walnut trees.
Your hand in mine
Your heart and mine intermingling magically.
Thank you my husband.
I was indeed privileged to be your wife.
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Elsa the Swede

Elsa was a tall lovely Swede
Cross-eyed and knock-kneed    
Million-dollar smile all agreed
Flashing her favorite dress made of tweed
A chain at her neck with a simple bead

Loving kindness was her creed
Drenched in thoughtfulness her every deed
The biggest heart kind to any breed
Elsa couldn’t stand to see any creature bleed
Cautious steps not to crush spider or centipede

When Elsa’s turn was up for vacation, no need to plead
She chose her dream destination easily indeed
All wished Elsa a heartfelt Godspeed
And off went Elsa to visit the Calgary stampede
She was impressed with how it was refereed
And how the bulls got their revenge with speed 
As it was humans who most needed to heed
Elsa would be back it was guaranteed



AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Form: Monorhyme

Seven Seas

Adrift in rite, Forethrift of every 
               wind-sworn thing.

           By Night and Gale Banshee wale, 
         styled in Sylphstream.

         A symbol vibrates the sound of the wind over 
        the water as I sail across a sea of dream.

Like a wing that dips into mercury,
tooned in 4D.
A mechanical organic resonance hums 
a disrobe, in the key of seduction's promised seed.

Hidden depths of self, trigger emotion and thoughts of infinity. 

A crystal echo mirrors my sanity,
probing mind for a seam.
Scales highs, low, 
of life with scalar harmonic menagerie. 
Celestial steps of tran-quils, 
shooting will O Wisp needling cat paw purr 
and kneed of thoughts and love-ry, 
obsessioning, devotion wrought to weave.

The motion of a veil, lifting upon the breath 
of misty lung, abreast of passionate swell 
and it's chum chum, ding ding ding 
at feasting bell.

With every gust of wind, it whispers
well of it's designs, sharing it's secrets of the universe-,spring, filling, you as the cosign.
A sail, umbrella dances windswept 
jowl of hood to the rhythm of multi verse, 
a serpentine lull.
In Fourth Dimensional inlet reach.
The waves rise and fall.
Like a coastered street beneath 
the underneath, beneath it all.

A cable leads you umbilically drawn 
to a place of discovery.
Opening before you, immodestly ajar. 
To you, the one, who dares to drone 
a peak at it's forbidden verizon.

The sailgoat that dances to the rhythm 
of the cosmos. 
A stranger in a strange land, that errgoes.
The waves rise and fall, 
a mirroring ebb and flow, 
of the highs and lows of life, let go.
art
Form: Epic

Premium Member A Simple View of Death and Dumbness

Death is not a due destination deserved;
rather, it’s a God privilege that’s reserved.
Yet, you yellow-bellied bigots feel frightfully 
free to stalk and murder us—
Prey to be hung, shot, kneed, or by any means
to stop the Black Exodus.

Playing the Greek-like god that you are not, you’ve sought
to “whiteout” all who are black.
But with a Casper-The-Ghost comic-like eerie dumbness, you
can’t fathom what you lack—
That we hued ones of God have had hued eyes on the prize
far too long to be turned back.

As we continue to trek over a way that has been like sojourning
the valley of the shadow of death
And have more often than not been the unjustified victims of that
5th Amendment-like shadow’s fate—
Know that there’s no longer any apathy in us left and that judgment
day is coming to your bigoted racist hate.


Premium Member Do Not Snatch My Breath Away

Do not snatch my breath away
Come to my aid please for I cannot breathe 
my neck’s being brutally kneed and squeezed 
Though my voice is now barely a whisper
hear me my every brother and sister.

Cry for my dilemma, sigh for me too
may such cruelty never come to you
It's difficult trying to gasp some air 
my demise is coming soon, I declare.

I utter, is this needed, tell me why 
is death in a gutter how I should die?
For something unjustly unbearable 
was my sin honestly so terrible?

Come here my sweet Lord for you I do need
my murmur to you before I'm deceased 
I do acknowledge that crime does not pay
but isn’t it a sin to snatch breath away?
27th April 2021

Writing Prompt - Breathe- poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

(((+)))
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Eye Rowed My Hoarse

Eye rowed my hoarse
won summer’s day
My horse went hoarse
and wood knot nay

I whisted my turds to make him laugh
Butt Muffin choked and started coffin
I said Muffin you’re having a giraffe
A lass I kneed a coffin two carry him off in

Eye road my hoarse won summer’s day
My hoarse went horse and wood knot nay
Pleas can ewe tell me wear two berry a hoarse
Knot inn the knackers yard ore on a race coarse

My hoarse went horse won summer’s day
Butt now he’s dead watt can eye say
I’d whisted my turds to make him laugh
Eye will put hiss obituary inn the telegraph

Eye’ll miss old Muffin my trusty hoarse
Butt Muffin choked and now he’s dead
Aye wish my hoarse had staid the coarse
I’ll bye a donkey and ride hymn instead

Butt my donkey was in fact a mule
Aye didn’t no the difference I’m a fool
Now Muffin the mule’s ran out of fuel
Eye should have listened moor inn school!

Word Play Poems with Play-on-Words raison d'etre -- Poetry Contest

Sponsored by John Anderson

07/18/21

Premium Member White Out

White Out!
'Tis Parashas Yisro,
Consummate Ger,
Outside snow,
Inside aware,
Of everything's glow,
He, I "Gerim" (Converts) & today's weather dare,
To Overturn the "Status Quo",
Questioning bares each layer!
Yisro's denial of Pharoah,
My hesitant beliefs came bare,
Nature's kneed of ghost dough,
Share they all Rare...
Becomings, "Being in the Now",
Breathing fresh air,
Showering snows endow,
Smiles and feelings fair,
A greeting of "Ciao!"
Yisro saw & heard with care,
Refusing to blindly march in tow,
Brave to square,
Brazen Hot Air blow,
 Yearning to repair,
A Human soul cry of "Oh No!"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Whereas

Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
  ~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...

an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
  ~ in its entropy of effervescing exegesis.
 
Whereas  

I know of no one -- nowhere -- nasty or normal
knock-kneed, neck-naped, nose-gnarled
neuron-nitpicked or nucleic-acid-nested

Who

denies indubitably or dubiously, definitely
or deafeningly--deranged, demented, 
debauched or denatured -- the sacred
sanctuary unsullied, where sits, serene and
silent, the small, still sound of said soul

swilling, swelling, seeking, sailing, soaring--- 
sensitively, sensorily, yea sentimentally---

til he sees, then sighs, then seizes
so surreptitiously the serum of sentience

Within!


 Entry in "An Inner Knowing, an Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul
              Self Poetry Contest," sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

Premium Member In This Moment

In this moment, choosing release
We thus give birth to freedom's seed
Doing nothing, as we unfreeze
Head and heart allow love to lead

God’s love and light is our soul's need
With no cravings left to appease
Yielding neither to fear nor greed
In this moment, choosing release

This life's a gift, from God on lease
And with His laws, having agreed
Praying to Him, to bless us please
We thus give birth to freedom's seed

Flowing gently, our will we cede
Devout, standing firm like the trees
Our heart is pure, where bliss beats breed
Doing nothing, as we unfreeze

Love in love with love holds the keys
Our soul's ascent soon gathers speed
We feel bliss amplitude increase
Head and heart allow love to lead

Oh hermit, voice of conscience heed
Gentling thought, load on heart decrease
We’re living light, why act weak kneed
God within enables with ease
In this moment

07-March-2023

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