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Premium Member Mother Nature

Thin petals shine like rubies on a radiant plain,
solar flares are congregated in votive candles. 
Vowed to gleam, regardless of the morning rain, 
ambiguity was minimized by sunrise anvils. 
In the gloom, the mist vanishes, executing a sane.

As the roots expand, the sprouts grow in kind, 
we will apply a dome to secure it from rainfall. 
We admire them when they finally grow up and bind,
perceiving our trees naked, we bear the sprawl,
returning to the ancient oak, they are to remind.

Oh, Moon, relax as you quietly fade out of sight,
an Arc of vivid sapphire hues, an Airy-haven Edenic. 
The stars vowed to keep the night sky bright,
nature, your brushwork is vibrant and scenic.
Venus nodded as the moon flickered at her site.

Written: October 08, 2022

THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
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Premium Member Bleak Conclusion

Bleak Conclusion 
(Soul Travel)  
Cultivating escape 
Travel on a smoky train 
Destination approaching 
Window searching 
Are you with me? 
Abundant open scenery 
Emotions empty 
Travel collective with embraced memories 
Snap shot photography 
Vacation long over due 
Dancing flowers animation view 
Arms wrapped around freedom 
Embarked poetry sink therapeutic 
Wings fly upon azure air 
Rhymes drown in rhythms 
Minimized stained glass windows 
Travel afar 
Can’t fathom many miles 
A new journey captured 
Bleak conclusion 
Soul searching 
Mind pondering 
Life parallel 
Travel here and there
Form: Rhyme

Is This Life

6/27/22

Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive

Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides

All across the Mason-Dixon Line
To beyond Byzantine
It's worldwide, a bunch of little swine's
How is this life
It isn't right
Always getting criticized
I don't relate or call it civilized
Much of it in disguise
Still the lies
Meanwhile evil thrives
Wake up, or just get in line
Why do you think there is 'restricted sites'
Artificial lights
Shining atop the winter ice
Endlessly it's been a bitter fight
For more than 99 thousand and 50 nights
It took a lot more than 9 hundred and 60 tries
Usually aware and prepared, but this time
It was a quick surprise
In the blink of an eye
Eventually it signified
No longer mystified
Regardless if they killed the vibe
Until I die
I will survive
And improvise
A never ending amount of hills to climb
Empty and numb, not feeling  inside
All the pain and problems minimized
People complicate what can be simplified
Far too dignified
Don't got time for those that throw fits and whine
Many go against but it's ill advised
Call me kryptonite
The people remain hypnotized
One day it'll all be turned to ash or crystallized
Technically since were in space, are we 'in the skies?'
A void that I struggle to fill inside

Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive

Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides
Form: Rhyme

Something True

7/28/22

Way off in dream land
Excuse me, if I seem sad
As well as happen to be mad
Still, got it done with my free hand
Despite there being little if any peace had

Problems minimized or growing fast
In person or going off a photograph
Most quick to let go with no holding back
Regardless of if they know the half

Give me a ton of room
As I live free under sun and moon
They think that I'm just a goon
Always they judge much too soon
Fast to call me dumb and rude
Yet you wonder why others come unglued
In the future will there be much water and abundant food?

Time I deliver crushing news
This is something true
You'll just be another one to lose
If you never ing move
Regardless of having on running shoes
Instead of cutting loose
Ready to handle what ensues
Never once had trust in fools
Often relied on clutching tools
Learning just about nothing in schools

Despite all the cues
Would you see a bigger picture with any clues
Do what you choose
Ya'll so easily amused
Following the same old ruse

Like me and booze
For awhile I was confused
Continuing to snooze
Until I started to muse
Then took a cruise
Barefoot or with shoes
Eventually it started to fuse
After paying my dues

Reactive over most stuff
People quick to disclose much
Know what
For the longest time I always gave no s
I had to grow up
Instead of doing donuts
Close and far from a snow hut
Risking it all, relying on my own luck
Often could've led to death from a misstep the throat cut

Yo cuz
Close and far from a rose bud
Never hit a home run
Died beside a blood soaked gun
In a pool of his own blood
Over a feud that was so dumb
After living a life where he wanted it, but got no love
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member E-Soma

I predict
In another few hundred years
Humans will have evolved to have no legs
Our hands will instead have evolved
To have smaller, more dexterous thumbs
And our butts will have flattened
To make our tiny flying saucers easier to handle.
Why do I say all this?
Because it’s clear Life outside of an inter-net
Is increasingly irrelevant.
In the future there will be no need for books
No need for one on one interaction
No need for adventure
No need for challenge
And when I say no need, of course I mean
No desire.
The addiction to instant gratification
Will replace all previous human desires
Sex, food, sports will all be redundant 
In a virtual world.
We will all be hook on the e-soma
And those who aren’t
The irredeemable Neo-Luddites
Will be somewhere else, marginalized
And minimized with their long legs,
Big thumbs and butts.
And we in our 24th century Mouse Utopia
Will be blissful
When the last of us 
Dies.

(8/25/26)
Form: Narrative


Black Lives Matter

life itself sound amazing
life is the gift of god
we should respect our life
whether we are black or white

it's not the fault of life
being black or white
it's the fault of society and time
that discriminate black and white

white people have no right
to dominate black people
because color cannot 
discriminate the life

black people should be
given equal right as white ones
in order to make their
future bright

black lives matter
white lives matter too
everybody in the universe
have no right to judge too

negative vibes about black people
should be minimized
to bring positive change in life
love each other and respect each other
whether we are black or white


" color cannot discriminate people it's the ill-thought of the society and time that makes the issues of it. life is the gift of god so, we must enjoy our life with every people neglecting black or white."



                                                                               Thank you
                                                                          Manisha dulal
                                                                        kathmandu , Nepal

Premium Member Smoke Filled Skies

Fires are ragging, chasing humans and wild life.                                                                                                                                         
Smoke-filled skies are shading the sun.                                        
Particulates threaten our lungs and                                                            
fill our teary and weary eyes.

Evacuation orders are honored, and people are                                                                                                                                        reaching out to people. Loss of life is greatly                                  minimized, and things we value are prioritized.

Paradise, Greenville, and Grizzly Flats.                                                                                                                          So much loss, devastation, and despair.
I pray for emotions, tossed, tangled, and torn.

Let there be less debate about climate change.
May we all pitch in to stop the burning and pain.

If only the rain would fall and stall the drought.                                                                                                                           May God bless the many hard-working fire fighters.

081921PSCtest, A Brian Strand 3 to 14 Line Contest
Form: Verse

Mercury Wave


When Water and Fire Collide
Tongues knoted in Silence, Silence Preside
Mercury Dulled Lovers Communication
Muddled Messages, Interactions Barely There
No Interest, No Warmth, No Feelings Shared
Creating Distractions to Minimized Relations
I am Here for Me, You're Here for You Situations
Eager to Strike a Match to Extinquish A Red Candle
Retrograde Realiazation, She's too Much to Handle
Afterall, 
She Walked Through the Fire Furnaced Air
With A Honey Pot Filled With Ale From the Fountain 
of The Dragon's Lair
She Saw Her Reflection In Mercury's Silvery Mirror
Emotionally Volatile, Diamond purifed of a Coal Cluster
So Now,
Under the Influence Of Miscommunication
Visible Lines were Blurred, Heated Moments
Dulled by Confusion, Desiring Isolation
In the End,
She Choose to Surf the Mercurial Anti Clockwise Wave
She Intelligently Flowed With the Current
Blatantly Refusing to Be Mercury's Warded Slave.

Premium Member Accentuate And Celebrate


As we approach the celebration
of our country's founding, one
could view the glass as half empty
Or half full.  Or one could complain
about how far we have yet to go as a nation;
Or be divided over injustices and inconsistencies.

We could divide ourselves even more into Red and Blue states;
Or we could become more blended, truly the UNITED States.
One could criticize or berate our thriving Republic over
the things that we have yet to accomplish. Or one could
celebrate the good things and accentuate the positive.

As I consider this subject, I am reminded of a man I met
about 10 years ago. Sitruc was his name, and he began to
reflect upon a momentous conversation with his two sons.

Mr. Sitruc began relating to his sons that his achievements
and the things that he had accomplished in life were far
less than he had anticipated. He indicated to me that before he
could finish, he was halted by both his sons. In essence,
they related to him what they had observed of him and their
mother.  From their perspective, his assessment was wrong.
His sons had concluded that their dad and mom were great
achievers of good and positive things.

From that family gathering, Mr. Sitruc had discovered a
gold mine of eternal values, a treasure cove of goodness
that he had took for granted or overlooked. On the contrary,
his sons never forgot the loveless they loved, the hungry
they fed, the naked they clothed, or the homeless they housed.

Mr. Sitruc went on to say that since that day, he has never
again minimized what had been accomplished; nor maximized
the things that have not been achieved.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Changes

Changes

If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked.                           If competition does not increase in both NBA Conferences,
Playoff spots in the NBA would be reduced to 6 from 8.

In the automobile industry, Buyer Beware Rules would be changed,
affording buyers a fighting chance of getting a good car at a fair price.

No dictatorships in Asia or Africa.
No drugs from Middle East or South America.
Political parties would be discouraged in the US of America.
Terror would cease; and nations would study war no more.
Absolutely no one would pay attention to political polls.
The entire planet would be neither too hot, nor too cold.
Every person would live for ever, and never grow old.
The streets in every city would be paved with gold.
And there would be no pot holes on the road.

No nation would be aggressive toward another nation.
Every nation would humanely govern itself as it chooses.
There would exist the purest form of Sovereignty among nations.
Peace will reign from East to West and from North to South Poles.
All transactions would be fair, and nothing would be deceitfully sold.
There would be fair trades between people everywhere around the globe.

Plenty of clean water for everyone, even the birds and the bees.
Medicines would be minimized, and healing would come from trees.
Children would play without fear of pedophiles.
No human would be bartered or bought.
No child abuse or women misused;
No abortions and no rapes; 
No cruelties to any animal,
Including elephants and whales.
04112016  PS Contest, If  You Could Change The World, Dan Kearley
Form: Narrative

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