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On a swelteringly hot afternoon;
Bracing the savagery of the elements
Upon sun-baked desert sand dunes
A mongoose on the prowl wanders
Into the far distance, forking tracks
Akin to contrails in the sky;
Announcing... "I was here"
A blowing wind slowly erasing
Traces of travel. There's no prey
In sight; no oasis for miles and miles.
A mongoose in the desert.
Too far to travel for prey.
Rattlesnakes and rodents sought...
Punishing journey
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Theme: Nature
Forms: Unrhymed couplet, imagism & dodoitsu
Date written: 10/20/2021
Alligators with stiff necks and jaws
Boars roaming and munching without trimmed claws
Cats that nap all the time
Dogs that snap overtime
Elephants of trumpet, splash and bow
Foxes gekker, gnash and chow
Goats that rap, blitz and bleat
Hares hop with furs so neat
Iguana with spikes and protective tail
Jaguars of the cat world that rarely wail
Kiang of the wild and meadows
Loris of the night without pillows
Mongoose of bravery and viper's nemesis
Nandu of strong femoris
Olms of the cave and false mimesis
Pikas of the puff world
Quokka of the smiley world
Red fox of historical Ethiopia
Storks that bring luck in utopia
Tapirs of animated and mythical world
Uakari of the New World
Vicuna of long eyelashes
Wallaby, big foot of dashes
Xeme of the gully world
Yarri of the lost world
Zebras that play chess and checkers
Animals of the nutty world
Carnivals of naughtiness
Festivals of display and vivaciousness
Intestinal relief of the blessed world
(Prosebite)
I see you standing there shivering and forcing a smile. I see you standing there looking at me for a while. I wasn’t sure that it was you so I kept staring to figure out who, but my eyes grows dim, and the grainy image on the screen that I could hardly see display a naked log leaning close to the wall with no branches except for some tiny sprouts on its head looking out at the dead.
It has been in the sun for a while so it’s white bark become brown and the tanned log crammed in a secluded space waited for an eternal cover. I wonder when this mystery will be over.
The rodents and the squirrel gather around and look at the log and frown and disappeared into their hole. Everything was quiet for a moment but the mongoose peeped out from the bush, looked furiously around created a frantic scene on the ground. It attacked a snake and wrapped it around its neck and both struggle to their venomous death.
I have often wondered what it would be like to be a diamond and walk on ice, living with the arctic and subarctic people from Serbia to Alaska all the way to Canada. I have often wondered what it would be like to live with the Inuit and Yupik, majority hunting food in the valley and plant grains when the weather is warm.
I would go hunting in the sun and water the roots with rum, and cover the naked log with animal skin to keep them warm and purge them from their sins .When the South Pole and the North Pole meet, the magnetic field will tremble under your feet and fire will burn in your gut and the ice will fall apart.
I wonder what it would be like to live in Greenland between the arctic and the Atlantic Ocean; we would comb through the icy waters every day stepping on ice sheet, feeding on eels and rice and eating Danish food as a monthly sacrifice.
Let’s go to the south to see what this mystery is all about, put on your best suite and dress in a good pair of shoes. Take a good look at the hydropower in the city and observe how the kinetic energy and the potential energy in the south are strong, they are walking together hand in hand and new business are rising up from the earth. But the North Pole is holding on and the cold temperature keeps trotting along. When will it be over?
I am walking down the street in the sweltering heat, water is dripping from my face and perspiration is oozing out of my skin and flooding the dry places, the reservoir has run dry and there is no sign of rain clouds in the pregnant skies, the fires are running wild and the furnest is touching the sky.
The dry spell is coming to town and the heat is spreading all around; stay indoors if you don’t know what to do and make sure you have a comfortable pair of shoe. Look across the wilderness, hell fire is burning the village down and people are running around, the stubborn trees are falling and the elderly women are weeping.
The fire is purging the woodland, burning animals, insect and disease that lurks in the forest from the inception of time, rat mongoose and lion cubs all perish in the fire before the heat dies down. The fire has touches everything and the people have to face their sins and the village women that escape the tragedy roll in the ground and cry out to the deity for saving their skins.
Charred bodies kissing with the tress and grown men on bended knees, proposing burn to crisp before the day was done. And the bones of animals on the ground tell you where they were at before the heat began to scorch their hats, some people jumped off the mountain cliff when the heat turned the corner; oh what natural disaster brought the dry spell to the town.
A strange phenomena took the people by surprise spilling the sweltering heat around and purifying everything on the ground; such is the order of life when it takes you on a conscious ride, you make all the sacrifice. You must either do or die when you are backed up into a corner, but the heat will pull you out on time and you will know what to do for the divine; the sweltering heat is moving around the town, the sweltering heat is disrupting my heart beat, the sweltering heat is burning passion to the ground, can you feel the heat?
Health, wealth, success, grandeur, and happiness,
Name, fame, status body-mind homeliness;
Family, friends, love, and self-fulfillment,
Thoughts, words, and actions purity movement...
Within the heart of the ninth clouds floating,
Through mysterious Milky-way boating;
I want to have in each realm my own say,
This has been my trance-mad daydreaming way...
My soul leads me through divine love and joy,
Betwixt fact and fancies I often coy;
Elegant hills, vales, and landscapes I see,
A drop of mighty seas I want to be...
Pains seep in like water into cracked walls,
The deep within depths toward fullness calls;
Self and ego like snake and mongoose clash,
Holiness, yet, like lava waves does splash...
16 December 2022
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Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Pedestrians and carts, travellers of time,
In a fleeting mode, together they blame
Here and there, they cross each other
In the vast expanse of life!
Touching, distancing, talking and silent.
They laugh, argue and share their tales-
Of joy, woe and love’s unveiled frails-
Hand in hand, they tread in a land, timeless.
As they moved through threads of fate,
Her eyes fall on a human form on footpath
Shabby form, soiled clothes and grey beard-
Hidden in the ripples of cosmic pond.
Mangled hairlike roots tied in time,
He stares with blood-red mongoose eyes.
In her gaze, a world unfolds, voice trapped-
A singular vision, a tale untold!
Left a food packet, by the torn feet
Dirty hands took it in mechanic style.
A gaze by pair of stony, red eyes-
A tale of past, lie within her heart.
Between despair, losses and uncertainties,
A bond forged, like a mirage’s grace.
Whirlpools and hot streams from within
Drowned her world of love, perished.
When he savored the food in greed,
The ocean of compassion filled her eyes.
In his outstretched hands, she gave
A bottle of water, from her soul in awe.
Moments of life’s qualms
Froze in the depths of her heart’s ocean!
Moments of the dreams faded-
When the stranger vanished from sight.
Was it you, my childhood friend?
Or my sibling lost in void?
Aren’t you the messenger of my ancestors?
You can’t vanish; you are safe in my memory!
Poet Destroyer is such a fox
Just look at her long, silky locks.
She just may be gunning
Watch out for her cunning.
She can scare you right out of your socks.
Poet Destroyer’s on site each day.
Writing poems, she does have a way.
She’s as swift as a cat
Everywhere she is at
On this website, she looks for her prey..
Of PD, you had better beware.
She can be ferocious like a bear.
She can take a bite
Out of anyone on site
Spit you out and never even care.
Poet Destroyer can be so loose.
She’s as ferocious as a mongoose.
Her road you don’t take
If you are a snake
Give it up, it will be of no use.
PD can sting like a scorpion.
You can’t think you have the battle won.
Unlike anything,
She has a big sting.
With her tail, you can become undone.
Despite her untamed interior
She displays a sweet exterior.
In all she can do
She is like a zoo
You have to be a great zookeeper.
EXPATRIATE…
(Apropos Soon Come)
Heard the chichi budo singing
in the banana walk; heard
the burro braying; and
the mongoose roaming the coop;
smelled the aroma of roast breadfruit,
ackee and salt fish; and
felt the icy cold air tease
the warmness of my body.
Then came the off-beat
pitter patter of raindrops falling
on the roof top, drowning away the dream:
washing me back to the shore of this distant reality.
Self imposed exile rivals
only that of being a refugee;
the thought eased by employment
of the more dignified term---expatriate.
Mocking Odysseus, we wander
the haphazard journey; sadly seeking
stolen ways back to the womb of our beginnings.
Digging deep down into the sacred screaming soul
of myself, I pray and implore almighty Jah---
mek mi not become a of Sisyphus:
Jesus, mi’a crave ‘ome.
MON TESA MON ARRIVING TO END MY LIFE AND RESUME MY IDENTITY OVER THE CARRIBEAN CONCERT WATER TREATMENT FACILITY FOSS PARK WHERE THE FBI WIRED INFORMANTS AFRICAN FESTIVAL 1988 THESE KILLERS WAITED UNTIL AUGUST 2003 TO MURDER ME HERE IN TAMPA BY GODS GRACE FREDLOCKS INTERCEPTED MY ASSASINATION BY GATHERING 5 VIRGIN ISLANDERS HIDING IN WASHER DRYER AND A REFRIGERATOR ON A WHITE TRUCK OPENING FIRE ON RASTA ANDREW YAGA HIS QUEEN PIN TONI HER DAUGHTER JHORE JOHNSON DRIVING HIS TAHOE PARKING AT MY DOOR WITH HIS GLOCK JHORE BELIEVED SHE COULD EXTORT. MY DISABLED AMERICAN POETRY BECAUSE I WORKED FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNKSICK COPS I WASN'T THE ONLY INFORMANT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH APPEARENTLY MON TESA MON WAS TO IMPERSONATE ME IMPERSONATING AN FBI INFORMANT IN ORDER TO HAVE ME MURDERED THEY ACTUALLY ALTERED MINE AND MY GIRLS PASSPORTS TO FLEE TO CANADA WITH FREDLOCKS AND THE DEADMANS DAUGHTER KADIE IN CANADA JAMAICAN KING PINS ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE CHILD BRIDES YOUNG MULES OPERATION MONGOOSE MON TESA MON TRANSPORTED KADIE THE DEAD MANS DAUGHTER FROM TAMPA TO CANADA TO JAMAICA WHERE SHE HID WITH KINGPIN FREDLOCKS BREEDING UNTIL THE WAILERS LEAD PLAYER ARRIVED JOHNSON AND JOHNSON LOCATED FRED AFTER ONGOING ROOTS ON HIS LIFE FEARING FOR HIS LIFE OFCOURSE THEY FINALLY KILLED HIM HE BASICALLY ABDUCTED THE DEADMANS DAUGHTER AFTER KILLING HER FATHER WITH SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH ON IN MY DRIVE WAY BY THE TIME KADIE WAS LOCATED THREE KIDS HIDING IN A HUT LINSTEAD JAMAICA MARTHE BRAE RIVER POSING AS FREDS WIFE OPERATION MON TESA MON DIED WITH FREDLOCKS I HAVE PEACE MY KILLERS ARE NO MORE I WILL NEVER FEAR THE JHORES THEY LEFT BEHIND IT'S REALLY A NO BRAINER WHY THE WATER TREATMENT PLANTS ARE BEING ATTACKED REMEMBERING FOSS PARK WATER TREATMENT FACILITY FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SUBSTATION LAKE MICHIGAN TO GITMO SWEEPING SPECIAL AGENT ROBERT LEVINSON TO KISH ISLAND INTO EXILE THÈ INFORGIVEN YEMEN
ON LIKE CHICKEN BONE
BROWN FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS
It was the driest season in years
. The animals were running out of food.
They gathered around their withering watering hole.
Looking up at the night sky.
Hungrily wondering what the stars tasted like.
So, they concocted a plan to reach them.
The giraffe would be at the bottom
The ostrich would be next
the baboon then climbed up the yellow ladder neck
Next would be a mongoose- then a mouse
Then a dung beetle, and finally a fire ant.
Everything was going as planned until,
the giraffe lost control of his balancing act
they all scrambled into the watering hole
the crocs waiting patiently in toothy rows
That night the crocs dined at the water lily buffet
Within the reflection of stars and hoot owl serenade.