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Humanity Uppn the Falling

Humanity Upon the Falling

Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture 
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture 
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture

Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear
Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears 
Pandering to an overt display of the signs of decay formed over the years 
Gandering at an intelligent play of counteroffensives that draw the enemy near 

Culminations of interstellar events that illuminate the sky 
Promulgations of technology filled with cement as they play with concept and design 
Insubordination at the elements of counterfeit disguise 
Unco-ordination of the prevalent response to human rights upon demise 

Distinct notions of postulations on beauty and manifestation 
The precinct motions for consultations while refuting the observations 
As instinctual devotions summon the sun, sky and oceans while computing the conversations
And intrinsic commotions of the expression of emotions form while convoluting their invocations 

Exploitation of a man’s political ideals 
Importations of a lands empirical repeals 
Considerations as he stands for unequivocal honesty in what he reveals 
Commiserations as she commands her right to inadmissible evidence in the face of extremist zeal

Fortitude when considering the future of the human race 
A child exudes the embodiment of heavenly dispensations of grace 
A mild interlude of admonishment as they misinterpret the expression on your face 
A wild vicissitude of capital punishment that needs legislation to replace 

Fine tunes of personal exaltation as radiance falls from the distant sun 
High moods of verse and imitation as recompense overshadows all the fun 
Shy exudes of terse limitations as malcontents mellow out the place of number one 
Why be so rude to visitations as many circumvent homeostasis as the humans discharge their guns 

Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023

The End
Form: Rhyme


A Concerned Citizen

He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.

She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.

He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him, 
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.

She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.

We must stand together, and not tolerate 
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.

Flaming Pterodactyl Pages

Did you see it?

It soared,
High up in the sky, 
 causing the blink of every eye,
loudly did it roar
 scaling tree and mountains divides.

I hurried to my laptop keyboard
 typed in google to describe this backdrop
   on the wide New Jersey  highway blacktops
but it failed to quickly reveal the hordes
 sweeping along the fields and garden crops.

Slowly did the wifi load aboard
 the internet was about to explode without stop
  a million entries scanned the sky of blue imploded hops
there was no answer to Aesop's fabled scores
 slipping into conspiracy and wild theories told with plots.

I went on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter chords
 it appeared the whole world was shaking in its jitters
  afeared of stone age times returned aflutter and aflitter
disbelief, malcontents, deluged populace discords
  when suddenly my homework burned in emitters;

Right before me, flaming pages came to be crispy smores
 a well-done ghost, 
 my homework all but blackened toast
that's my story and I'm sticking to it
  a flaming pterodactyl ate my well-done homework
just to settle all of google's scores. 





for John Lawless' contest
a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
2/7/21
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Letter From Vietnam

A quivering shadow shrouding a clouded pane
Shared pain scribbled in the doleful rain
Hollow words that broker heartache and disdain
A sorrowful whistle emanating from a distant train
Poorly trained recruits struggling above the furor to remain
Stridently striving nation's honor to uphold; but only vitriol, 
criticism obtain 
Sacrificial fodder sheared of its free-flowing mane
Pared of hope; left only with the incalculable strain
Stationed in a humid hovel that every ounce of stamina doth drain
Surrounded by enemies who fealty and allegiance feign
Fighting to defend a people tethered to a weak, tenuous chain
Serving under commanders who constantly seek fallow grounds to 
regain
Sacrificial lambs whose blood the unforgiving terrain doth stain
Seeking a wily, amorphous foe in a borderless territory to contain
Reconnoitering through boundless jungles that equally beauty and 
poison contain
Searching for 'guerillas in the mist', but only marauders and 
malcontents detain
Scouring villages for contraband; arbitrary jury distributing pain
Showered with toxic chemicals that clear our paths but our lungs 
restrain
Conditioned to violence as barbaric, torture devices many 
comrades have slain
Transporting the liberal vices of burgeoning social revolution to a 
frugaler domain 
Satiating the lonely days; secluded nights with: booze, barbiturates 
and cocaine
Surviving a hostile conflict where sanity seemed to constantly ebb 
then wane  
Trite conscripts whose epitaph will read, 'Every battle objective 
gained, but the national will could not retain'.
war
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pandemonium

Panicked people pour into the streets pushing past each other; they’re powerless
Against the awful atrocity unleashed by unknown armed assailants.
Normalcy has fled; so many in the debris are left lying dead!
Disarray, destruction, distress and doom! On screens around the world we see
Escapees emerging wounded from rubble. From everywhere, we keep watching
Madness made manifest by malcontents in the mountains of mutilated bodies.
Obscene and odious terrorism, now overflowing in the land -
Never before in my own lifetime has nefariousness felt so omnipresent, nor
Immoral acts so incessant and innumerable!
Ugly and ubiquitous, these evil deeds could be humanity’s undoing.
More noble souls are needed, else we become *All Devil’s Land!

Aug, 1, 2016 for John Hamilton's Pandemonium Poetry Contest
Oops, I had a typo on last line; hope I caught it in time!!

*All Devil’s land is the literal translation of Pandemonium
Form: Acrostic


Convoluted Possibilities

Convoluted Possibilities

Constellations of configurations that capture my fading breathe 
Elevations of consummations that reflect on all that’s left 
Inclinations towards imitations that leave me feeling bereft 
Commiserations for the consternations as a life lingers upon death 

Collusions of covert planning that draw nefarious conclusions 
Intrusions of introverted inclinations that produce clarity of thought amidst the confusion 
Infusions of concert performances that are based on artistic delusions
The fusion of science and geometry that defy mathematical protrusions 

Designations of grace and contemplation amidst a crystal stream 
Resignations of place and contestations that induce the quiet man to scream 
Conflagrations of misplaced elevations that produce a lucid dream 
Amalgamations of disgraced technocratic awe captured in a meme

Beautification in the aftermath of philosophical inquiry and inquisition
Stupefaction at the polymath contriving his expertise without contrition 
Communication flowing toward the empath as she absorbed the emotional vision 
Calcification of the psychopath devoid of feeling amidst their precision

Morality and consequence above constellations of burning stars 
Tonality and influence that drive around in expensive cars
The fallacy of innocence exposed to malevolence from afar
Polarity that is the inference of the political players counting cards

An essence of retrospect that stirs true emotion to begin to rise 
Convalescence of intellect that brings a tear upon my eyes 
Incandescence of a dialect burning like a candle in demise 
Reminiscence of a moment in time that memory causes her to cry

Affluence and greed among the overpriviledged few
Common sense and need preside over the ageing and the new 
Malcontents that feed on the morsels of the gossip in the stew 
A mind that’s dense but beautiful leads the crowd and that is you!

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member IN THE NAME OF THE LORD '

I have set my face against them says the Lord..'
Those who would rule my posessions.' Those
Malcontents in infamy.. World leaders? These are
Merely world feeders.' Bottom dwellers way below
My Throne..' Who has seen my power?? Stored in
The vaults of the ages.! Have you harnessed the wind?
Does light appear when you summon? Can you fashion
The chains of darkness.? Tell me how I embellish them?
For those that are held by them know it not.' Who among
You splinters the deep waters? By the sound of their voice!!
Can you recall the spirits of the dead.? I know them all by
Name.' As I know my servants names.' Names they do not
Yet know! Who sends the morning out.? Who calls night
To its post? Only I the eternal creator.! I am waiting for sin
To have its full measure; Then in an instant I will dissolve
All physical powers and spirits upon the earth.' And the
Giving out.' To each according to their works will be seen.!
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Empty Words-

In my defense, in other silent words
In my actions they are deemed in perils
Harness, perish the thoughts, bring it out bring it about
It’s hard, so very, very, hard to hear
Those empty words
Those words that are always, always heard
And I won’t play favorites or try to flatter anyone 
And I won’t as the grumblers malcontents following their own sinful desires
And I won’t be loud mothed boaster
Showing favoritism to gain advantage tryin to git over
While using, empty words
Empty words
Have you ever heard all of those empty, empty words?
They mean nothing if they’re not heard
Empty words
Them there those 
Empty words


5/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee © 2022
Job 32:21
St. Jude16

Premium Member Ringing the Bell Curve

Most of us couldn't care less about another person's color
We're too busy with everyday things,
like working hard to make a living
providing for family
setting positive examples
raising children to be a better version of ourselves.
                
In between all these mundane things
we try explaining to them.
About the curious phenomenon 
we call God.

The media -the wealthy -the radicals 
are trying to topple democracy-to topple us.
They choose to focus on the rotten apples of society.
Make it seem like bigotry is the way everybody thinks.
To promote chaos and mayhem in society.

It's not just a white, black, or blue thing.
As they would have you believe-it's a human being thing...
The extremist blames their failures on {white privilege}..

The bell curve can tell you many things but not everything...
On either end of the bell are the anarchists and extremists.
They focus on and spotlight the exceptions to the rules.
These are the malcontents of our races and society.
In the middle are the majority of us-we the people.
Just trying to get by-fencing with everyday devils.
The middlemen- standing by our rights and freedoms.
Trying to deal with the violent, intolerant fringes.

After the Revolution

What shall we keep after the revolution?
Lies will go on, yes lies always survive;
state sanctioned lies,
personal lies, collective lies, secret lies, open lies,
lies of omission, lies of admission,
lies about yesterday and tomorrow,
lies for our own good,
lies about how we have overcame.

Oxycontin and sedative factories
must be kept on a war footing of course.
We will condemn, replace, dismiss
ban and debunk all the unfit that do not fit.
Declare that forgetfulness is natural,
safe and should never be treated
unless there are signs of recovery.

Breadlines will be considered
a patriotic and legitimate form of exercise.
Who needs toilet paper anyway?
Malcontents will to be turned
into a much needed glue,
in order to hold together our glorious future.

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