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The Ambush

Normal day
Streets flocked, activities everywhere
People in pairs
Smiley faces here and there

No fear
Everyone is confident
The unknown, the prominent
Dependant and the independent

No limits
Freedom is the word
Except for the Wild
A perfect definition for world

Drastically
Things started changing
People were just falling
And having difficulty  breathing

Contagious
It spread very fast
The infected did not last
Within no time they turned into a past

Containment
But it was already too late
The world just waited for its fate
Hope was the only sure bet 

Surprise 
The virus came in a rush
People had no time to dash
It was an ambush
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member My Nineteen-Seventies

I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.

I was not attracted to those scholastic or athletic,
but to those lacking labels and considered rebels.
Moving yearly filled my army-brat life with sad good-byes
that swerved my teenage years thru countless, deep cries.
When the decade first began, I had paper and pen in hand
to secretly write the poetry holding my heart slams.
At thirteen, poems first bubbled in me to be pen-freed.
I still have most as lost girl written within my teen season. 

In the seventies I fell in love with love, astrology, spirituality,
Kahlil Gibran, Thoreau, individuality as resonated in me
from Ann Rand’s, “The Fountainhead”, and lyrics on which I fed.
The Who, Moody Blues, Pink Floyd, Neil Young and Elton John 
sang lines that thrilled me and I fantasized were mine, all mine, 
as did Carole King, CCR, Eagles and Beatles when they sang.
Rock n Roll beats and crying guitars inebriated my limits,
such music moved me in defiance of compliance to physics.

Thru rock’s depths and denim, I was a seventies thoroughbred
who has poetically wept since first the decade's innocence bled.
Form: Bio

Premium Member Tides

The ocean has her romance with the shore,
cavorting with its borders, day and night-
sometimes courageously extending more
than ever, thrashing out in wild delight-

beyond her limits, searching out new sand
and rocks explored and felt for the first time;
exuberant with life, she takes her stand
against all obstacles- to spread and climb.

But, there are times, just like a docile cat,
she creeps up on the shore with timid soul,
receding, ebbing, reaching new lows that
deplete her strength to conquer any goal.

We all are oceans courting with life's beach-
both brave and timid- learning as we reach.


June 27, 2020

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Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Rubicon Crossing


Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity,
revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors,
until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived.

The creeping swarm of greed, called progress
devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable eons,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events trace the global warming trajectory.

The upholding limits are being infringed ever so rapidly,
so, after long summer the planet might freeze in extended winter,
caused by the catastrophic climate change looming large
to initiate the apocalyptic period of the fifth season.

The gliding glaciers and ice sheets melt at an alarming rate,
rise of sea-level is unparallel in the human history,
makes the ingress of oceans onto the land, shaping as a future reality,
time would come to create again the modern Noah’s ark.

The pristine nature was once in the realm of grandeur,
in harmony with its stable innate equilibrium,
the stride of wanton exploitation marches on and on,
if unheeded, it’ll soon cross the sustainability rubicon.

How I Tried On Valentine's

How I tried on Valentine's
all over the many years.
I've lost all of my Valentine's
and most of them in tears.

How I tried on Valentine's
to find my merry mate.
Working through the ugly
and possible first-rate.

How I tried on Valentine's
Forgetting all my failures.
Moving to the next one
oblivious of the bailers.

How I tried on Valentine's
to settle for much less.
Hoping that the next one
Would change and reassess.

How I tried on Valentine's
to go the other way.
Hoping that they'd chase me
finding me as clay.

How I tried on Valentine's
to say what's on my mind.
Shouting out my arrogants
and baiting the wrong kind.

How I tried on Valentine's
to make a friend at first.
Only to be shunned again
by girls who want you worst.

How I tried on Valentine's
to wait for the right time.
Left to find my girl
on another's dime.

How I tried on Valentine's
to spin a small milk bottle.
Landing on a stranger
foreign without throttle.

How I tried on Valentine's
to meet up with a bore.
When all she kept on talking 'bout
was nothing and no more.

How I tried on Valentine's
coveting one man's wife.
Only to release her
sharing in man's strife.

How I tried on Valentine's
Loving her full body.
Finding that she had no mind
and wished she had a hobby.

How I tried on Valentine's
Waiting to make love.
Ending up with others
When push came into shove.

How I tried on Valentine's
Seeking out a hottie.
Making me a sickly boy
who's doctor now called naughty.

How I tried on Valentine's
Expecting an easy date.
Getting just the opposite
but figuring it too late.

How I tried on Valentine's
Jailbait in short skirts.
Quick to kiss what doesn't last
and limits to their flirts.

How I tried on Valentine's
making the first move.
Only to find I'm ignored
for others in her grove.

How I tried on Valentine's
forcing my own way.
Told by a cold shoulder
How I could not stay.

How I tried on Valentine's
two instead of one
Only to be shot down
and told that I am done.

How I tried on Valentine's
Perfect to a tee.
Wanting only to be seen
in a bar as fee.

How I tried on Valentine's
Cautious and carefree.
Never knew what she was thinking
or who was bird or bee.

How I tried on Valentine's
remembering what I've learned.
Speaking words of wisdom
and loves that have been spurned.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Enclosed in a Mist

Enclosed in a mist
      no vision
      I cannot see
      beyond the limits of my cares
      beyond are trees and grass
      and sunshine
      life
      but I can’t see
   the gloom has closed me in.

   My tiny world
      a prison
      walled
      a room without a view
      I walk short paces
      round and round
      without escape
   from worry’s cold pursuit.

   Imagination
      feeds my fears
      the future
      meaningless
      and dark
      anxieties
      burn love
   and friendship from my soul.

   Then Jesus comes
      with light and warmth
      that lift the mist
      and distance comes
      and life
      bursts out in morning splendour
      and vision comes
      renewed
      and hope revives
      in beauty once again
      a new perspective – 
   the Glory of my King!

Premium Member Mermaids Birthing Choices

Mermaids and Mermen are given a choice you see
Whether to lay eggs or have a live birth in the sea.
Each one makes her wishes known in a dream.
It is promptly granted by the Mermaid Wishing team.

Some choose laying eggs, for it gives more chances.
Many mermaid babies will hatch southern sea wind dances.
Others choose a live birth, but it limits them to two.
You will want to choose this if you only want to raise a few.

Mermaid twins and triplets are raised in incubators in the deep.
They are implanted via a uterine vial that you will want to keep.
There are other ways too, since mermaids are magical and kind.
If I share all mermaid birthing secrets though, they will wipe my mind.
Form: Rhyme

The Trade

The trade
Production
Needs
Communication
The international
The channel
Transportation

All causing 
The environment pollution
So much for the industrial
The revolution

Parameters
Of buisness 
Regulation
Nature of buisness
Taxes
Registration

To law obstruction
What presents
This dam
Computer Science 
Figures
The system

Paths of the products
Sources to the ocean
And purpose 
Of existence 
May determined be
For value in the schemes 
Of integral
For real values
Of mankind this
For me 

The legacy
The layers of tectonics
The weird lists of goods
Commodities
And most
The lack of proper logic
Judging statements
The loss of literacy
Sense and point is lost

The capability 
To building proper 
Sentence
The strings that have some slightly
Longer lengths 
Persuading shall them be
Some kind of incentive 
Or government producing shall be 
Regulation acts

Manipulations of the market share prices
Secret agendas of concealed the gains
The psychopathic the so called the power
And their trade talks 
The thunder
Lightning
Brief the pause
And then it rains 

What if it's neither
The democracy
Nor the republic
Bipolar the society 
That always polarized in two the parts
And choices
And decisions 
Might be implications
I am mostly kinda into the world of arts

So much for artificial intelligence 
That cannot build the proper causal sense 
In favor of the tactic addresation
Oh isn't it some sorts of revelation
Some irony 
Perhaps
Satirical depictive illustration
Yes, sir
In order to achieve the what
Where lost we real point of preservation
And had we won if we would say
We fought

We fought the bot?
Or had we fought the app
It's either or
The entropy of many unrequited 
The system isn't transformational
It's bore 


New phenotypes of humans
Aren't attractive
For species theirs the development 
For me
I am waiting for the when we start applying real judgement
And automatic generations drop
In favor of limit

Limits of learning thus
Pursue shall the some kinda purpose
The giro of the floating point shall exist
I am sorry I was out for a second

What have I missed?
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Wallace Idaho

A nineteen-year-old boy
   from Wallace
         Idaho
who had, until this present time
never set foot beyond the city limits
     or had a drink,
          or kissed a girl;
stood in a sunlit
     steamy
         Asian field
and plunged his bayonet
  deep into the heart
of a fellow human being.
Because he was asked to,
     told to,
        forced to,
            pressured to.
The boy would later
      step gently
on to a landmine
  eviscerating
the lower half of his body;
         and as his intestines
spilled onto the foreign land,
      his lingering glazing eyes
               stared
         questioningly
              into the slowly dimming light.
For the very briefest moment in time
       two peoples were told to hate
             to kill
     as others had before
         as others will do again.
war

Our Land

you free me of my mind,
every moment we share together our hearts bind.
looking in your eyes is like watching the waves,
when the time comes we have to separate my soul craves.
waiting for your voice to soothe me,
this land was made for us to love free,
for us to never have to loose touch of one another,
a land to share our intimacy like no other.
we spend our nights together,
we play like children outside no matter the weather.
we roll around in our shared love,
exploring this land gifted by the lord above.
there is no one else here in our land,
we live the future we had planned.
i consume every second i have with you,
but if only we knew anything is possible tonight.
its just you and me in this memory of time,
others will say our freedom is a crime,
but we live under the clouds with no limits.
in this land its everything we wanted,
but my mind is still being haunted.
we are happy now,
but its not how it seems,
because i can only visit this land in my dreams.

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