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Caught in the middle with nowhere to go
Between two strong-willed women
Manipulators according to their wiles
Related to one by blood
The other by dint of wedlock
Which one has the greater pull
On the tide of his wracked emotions
The chosen controller of his home
Or the one with the tidal power
of blood shared by her birth?
How he is tossed and torn
Amidst the twin but hostile competing tides
Mercilessly dragging him one way ,then the other
Swamping his compass of clear thought
With loyalty tested and doubted
By the partisan and opposing currents
Whose anger remains unbridled
And unforgiving to the depths of their very souls
Fighting their unrelenting battle
In towering crests of surging emotion
Hoping to gain total supremacy
Over him who is no more than a piece of flotsam
In this relentless clash of tsunamis
Being dragged ever deeper by both irresistible forces
In the competing riptides of disturbed and irreconcilable passions,
Leaving him feeling helpless
As he loses the will to live.
I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!
So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!
Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."
So why this rhyme, you ask?
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a
check, shown the door and find other tasks.
I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the
nations.
I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot
that God is bigger than any puny station.
And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless
condemnations and allegations.
September 13. 2019
Sounds of spoken silence, a slight bit slippery,
Comfortable claims that ease and sing perfect songs,
Rescuing eruptive ridges embroidered in effervescent languages,
Oh, the uncomplex nature of your predictable valiance,
I’ve watched plenty of promises pretend to prosper,
While pouring perishing peace into pieces of me.
If to love you, sunken scars must bleed not bruise,
If to move you, soul must listen not speak
If we must live, what parts of us would die?
For I ache to pierce through materials manufactured by misled manipulators,
So, Before the instrument full of stain begins its calligraphy,
Mark me with the winter that hold your heart,
Tell the frost, how your limbs draw out my gravest parts,
It is your festering flaw, your voice that still anguishes me,
A sickness , for a figure driven by shame.
Poets
Dreamers
We dream with eyes open
Manipulators of time and space
Masters of imaginary universes
Warriors
Lovers
Healers
Nothing is beyond our reach
Pen in hand
Heart allowed to flow free
Words the oxygen we breath
Dark
Hopeful
Philosophers of our day
Pointing the way
Wishing to be heard
Will others see beyond the words
To where the wisdom lay
We all have our roles to play
So yes we dream
With our open eyes
Hoping others realize
We don't wish to disguise
Yet sometimes hearts lie
If you look underneath
The metophor
You will find a key to the hidden door
In the end
Thats all we are asking for
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
TO WITNESS WHAT I BELIEVE IS WAR.
LITTLE DID I REALIZE
IT WAS THAT AND SO MUCH MORE.
A WAR BETWEEN RELIGIONS,
SOCIETY AND BELIEVES
PURVEYORS OF DECEPTION
MANIPULATORS OF DECEIT.
CONFUSION, CHAOS, MAYHEM,
DEPLOYED TO CREATE THE BLIND.
POISONING OF THE FUTURE
BY POISONING YOUNG MINDS.
CONTROL OVER BEINGS FREEDOMS.
CONTROL OVER THE WAY THEY THINK.
PSYCHOPATHS COMPETING
TO PUSH BELIEVERS TO THE BRINK.
THEY'RE LIVING IN A SOCIETY
WHERE CULTIST DISTRIBUTE LIES.
TRUTH SEEKERS SEEK THE TRUTH
AND ASK THE QUESTION WHY.
LIVE IN ETERNAL DARKNESS
OR LIVE IN ETERNAL LIGHT.
EVERYONE WAS GIVEN THE CHOICE
TO DO WHAT THEY BELIEVE IS RIGHT.
EVIL RESIDES IN DARKNESS.
BELIEVERS, STAND IN LIGHT.
INVASION OF DISBELIEVERS
BELIEVERS STAND AND FIGHT.
ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
IS WHAT EVIL FEARS THE MOST.
RESIDING INSIDE EVERY BEING
IS THE SPIRIT OF THE HOLY GHOST.
THERE IS ONLY GOOD AND EVIL.
THERE IS ONLY RIGHT AND WRONG.
AFTER EVERY TWILIGHT
THEY MUST FACE THE LIGHT OF DAWN.
Michael E. Harris
04172022
Is it wise to be so open?
I mean, a poet, if true
to his paper and ink,
is there for all to read;
My cover well tattered…
lots of greasy finger-marks
and coffee-stains – some
blood – those nasty paper-
cuts; but what life worth
a chronicle if all blossomy,
well pruned; reflections
sparkling in a fancy beveled
mirror, free from the many
shards that bleed great works
into print? We are a strange
lot; in that our questions go
far deeper than any face,
covering far more ground
than any expression would
indicate – I heard somewhere,
maybe I said it, that love
is not where you find it
as much as where it is
taken; I think more, that,
we bring our hearts to every
breakfast...and the dinners,
though few and far between,
are banquets even gods and
goddesses, manipulators of
of us sensitive, perhaps very
flawed creatures, will eternally
envy….
October 1, 1-
960: a logic game
Seasoned with deceits.
October 1, 1-
960: When our freedom
Swallowed us, captive.
October 1, 1-
960: When the white folks
Left our Land with our freedom.
October 1, 1960:
Mercury of disgrace, Venus of captive.
How long have we awaited
You to come and lay
With 'Us' In the glowing chamber.
We fell for you. When dazed
With captive and a-thirst of 'Love'.
But you arrived with a gourd
And emptied on us fiend.
October 1, 1960,
Though not your fault,
But the wailing infant's,
Who despised the breast milk,
When her teeth were milk still.
Regarding her request
She was given a meat,
Though warned by her mother
Not to agitate for the folly act.
But she graciously enjambed her
Milk-teeth to the meat and it
Broke her teeth and wouldn't paved
For succeeding germination.
October 1, 1960:
Now her mother mocked
Her, weeping and gnashing her
Deteriorating blood-stained teeth.
And then i've we longed to
Chew(Be freed) but the lost teeth
Gets us fixated in indecision.
Yet, you can move on.
If your inhabitants reconcile
With unity. Biafra ignorants,
Southern jingoists, Eastern Sorcerers,
Western manipulators:
When a broom leaves his
Stead, any foe may get rid
Of him. But when he retain
His dignity among his folk.
Harm to him will be no harm.
October 1, 1-
960, Unite your folk
And your teeth will again grow.
17:09:28:11:25
He waved his Union Flag,
Sang God Save The King,
And when he passed away
Didn’t leave a thing.
Very quickly disposed of
By the state machine
In an unmarked grave
As though he’d never been.
The King sat in his palace
Unaware of the loss
And if he’d been told
Wouldn’t have given a toss.
Not the type of person
For his passing to matter,6
Not one of those wealthy
Who materially waxed fatter.
Just one of the lower order
Whose presence was a bore
Except as cannon fodder
In a nation’s time of war.
Manipulators still manipulate
And believers still believe,
The lonely and bereaved
Somehow find time to grieve.
His peers still waved the flag,
Sang God Save The King,
And i don’t believe
They’ll ever learn a thing.
alone inside with me, less than inspirational
so look out for the more interesting folk
momentary excitement, the fiery motivational
beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke
daydream departure from mundane conversational
adventures cocooned in my warm cosy cloak
cool charismatic characters, charming skills to admire
the wily wheelers, the dubious dealers
the mighty movers, the shuffling shakers, to these I aspire
delvers of science, the body-mind healers
frisky purveyors of seduction spray fuel to the fire
risky game chancers, the common sense stealers
suspenders of disbelief, poetic weavers of word
jovial jugglers of juxtaposition
addicted acquisitors, spinners shifting the absurd
fabulous fakers, deceptive magician
image presenters, dark or backlit, focused or blurred
sculptors of form, instrumental musician
composers of melody, glorious singers of song
whatever the stage, great performers of art
athletic achievers stretching stubbornly strong
rhythmic dynamo dancers moving close or apart
food-feeding salivators, their tasty pleasures prolong
delightful set dishes or delicious a la carte
whether imbibed on its own or in good company enjoyed
the brewer, the vintner, the masters of malt
innovative designers, architects of structure and void
the philosopher's stone, comfort-zone assault
insightful free thinkers, long-held paradigms destroyed
tall storytelling teachers without fear of fault
mathematical manipulators of numbers and code
quantum diving or high-flying to the stars
engineering fabricators, tunnel, bridge, rail and road
crazy drivers and loop-turning avatars
tinkering technicians, ecologists with wisdom bestowed
planners of protest, the remover of scars
inspirational givers, those with just the skill of their bent
empathy crossing over to be by your side
the meek, the afflicted, those who can ill-afford the rent
the refugee fleer from our wars worldwide
safety seekers, brave rational people with lives to augment
as we build indifferent walls... hope denied!
Disseminated, I fell in Fall
A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves
Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees
Purged of Energy that no Longer Align
Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign.
Discarded By the Gravity, Mercurial Retrograded
I Succumbed, Physically Numbed to Embrace Transformation
Pluto deemed Necessary Shadow Self Initiation
For My Path is Destined, A Daunting Journey
Where I Confront Layers of My Soul and Fulfil My Destiny
For When Lifeless Leaves Fall From Their Hosts of Trees
In the New Luna I Shed Outdated Tendencies.
Within Chaos is Order, Scorpio's Moon Emotionally Drenched
Illusions Of Fear and Limitations Shackled and Benched
No more Tears, Isolated from Mundane Manipulators
I Reject the Noise, Choosing the Peacemakers
Hibernated in a Cocoon of Self Discovery, Secure from the Torpid Winter
Connected to the All, Yet a Solitary Snowflake, An Icy Splinter
In Winters Brutal Hold, Profound Wisdom in a Snowflake Unfold
At Home In Comfort in Pluto's Ninth Mansion
Metamorphic Recycled Soul Secured In A Celestial Tapestry of Expansion.