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Mars's population
The dwellers of Mars never go outside
the air is too thin, and nature is unsightly
They live in caves, gigantic caves that
stretches' for miles
they get around on electric bikes, but
lately, they got hold of a Tesla drifting
by sent up by an eccentric inventor
who had a fun day.
Since life is never-ending, a tight
control of birth is needed only for those
with the biggest bikes can augment
the population with one child each
For an unknown atmospheric reason
the main glass door, into the tunnels
was suddenly green, which caused a stir
many wanted to go to earth
The leaders of the Mars dwellers
thought it was a good idea of sending
some of the dwellers and a rocket
service from Mars to Earth opened up
The new arrivals from Mars were
amazed at how beautiful the earth was
but upon learning all life has a time
limits, they hurried back to Mars
THE LORD IS MY MUSE*
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The Lord is my muse; I shall not despair.
He giveth me inspiration; he leadeth me to magical waters.
He restoreth my creativity; he float-eth ideas in my mind, for poetry’s sake.
Although I write in the early morning hours and darkness of night, I will remain tireless; for thou art with me; thy energy and enthusiasm comfort me.
We traverse the night together, endlessly seeking the stars. Thou anointest me with metaphors, rhymes, and alliterations; my imagination runneth over.
Surely effortlessly flowing words shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will write in the house of His spirit forever.
*Note: This poem was written for a 2024 Poetry Soup contest in which entrants were to adapt Psalm 23 for writers. My intent, therefore, was not to plagiarize the Bible.
Two gems settle in your chest; love and sympathy.
Which prevents obstacles but not wisdom
Quietness contributes to the rise and serenity.
Times of jaunt and jubilation with no schism
Many crowns gaze away from the ground.
There are no swirls infused into the screen.
The tones soften as the deep-hued downed.
Feeling the slight shifts in his close keen.
Inept and vain ambitions utter to fade away.
Aim to unleash the resources of practice
Allow us to care for our stallion today
Inviting our perceptions to beat in consonance.
He is again intensely in love with her.
Coupling in the early era of kid's ethics to give
Then comes the discovery of one's genuine fear
The sense of what is precious to live
Tulips bloom, forming a hazy layer of clever
shine brightly with a light that is fast and safe
as we get closer to our goal, a wave of pleasure
Such a serene emotion and a pure spirit is not naif
Written MAY 10, 2021
Workshop: Inviting The Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
amare tumi Ashesh
Unending a bliss from you in me , mystic thy muse is such a sweet amen
quenched once, rejuvenated again, life reborn, endeared , again and again
So many valleys en carved so many river basins, trailing through delta ashore
My knickknack harp chanted your lungs to breathe beyond embellishment
so many times a chord for so many more
Patsy a churn, i yearn here to happen with my shenanigan, feeling t'was unanimous once more
With your divine an ode My soul sharer , wisdom retold , my reverie heart song
as the flight soaring high through rythm , rhyme and the ecstasy divine joys knew no bound
a handful of me
my catapult reverie
tantrum of my another may, my mundane trivial everyday,
and the bittersweet trouble belongs to me, only traveling back to me.
Tagoreweb : Artist : Singer : Moumita
walking
along not
a prince nor
a thief but a man
i ran
upon a
sleeping
beauty of a
wow
what a
woman
very oo la la
but having
read of such
things as a child
i slipped under the
caution
tape and
made straight
for this maiden's
face but
knew not
on her lips
to kiss and so
looking
for any last
boobie traps
seeing none i
placed
a single
kiss on the
tip of her nose
not one
thing nada
nothing occurred
so i poked her with a
stick
trying as
i did to wake
her from slumber
not
noticing
or noting that
my legs only my
legs
were of
that of a
frog and so
hopping
away back
home i avoided
French restaurants
Form:
LeftBrain egojectively defines objects
with deductively accessible objectives
Divorced
distinguished
detached from their ecosystemic backdrop.
Objectives
and individualized objects,
including objections,
I understand
by studying their sub-parts
and their sub-subparts
Down to our atomic building block objects
with internal atomic objectives,
individual particles
with articles
for potential win/win cooperative becoming
a co-relational constellation
of potentially climaxing energy
positive therapeutic
and negative traumatic
subjectives.
Meanwhile,
RightBrain indirectly refines felt relationships,
positive and negative
and ambiguously in-between,
by contextual subjects
Both/Anding BiCameral discernment.
Growing co-empathic bilateral intelligence
also hopes to produce
and procure binomially objective
positive health
and not negative disease
outcomes
Rooted in Whole OpenSystemic wave flows
unitarian oceanic possibilities
subject ecowomanist grows
with timeless HereNow nonviolent information,
spaciously abundant musings,
and other health optimizing
engaging practices,
Other EarthHealth and Justice designs
in solidarity with
ecosystemic co-relational co-passion
co-investing
empowering
enlightening
enveloping
developing win/win outcomes,
Objectively extending
rhetorically resonant song
and liturgically liberating dance
multicultural
muse-lyrical
musical massage
political healing,
not economic stealing,
co-passion events.
i think
i may
have
written this
once before
in a different
form and i'm
sure titled
impromptu
but i can
visit it in
memory
as if it's
happening
again and
again for
forever
when i
want to
remind
me of a
time in
my life
in JFK
waiting
for a de
parture
looking
in a heat
ing grate
a still lit
cigarette
had been
thrown in
then came
in a new
arrival the
oldest of
survival's
live a life
time even
after an a
bomb yes
lets hear
it for your
friend and
mine that
adaptable
instinctual
moves like
rapid stop
motion an
imation so
makes your
skin crawl
cockroach
yes ladies
and gentle
men he or
she made
it's appear
ance stage
right and
left with that
still smoking
gun to smoke
after making
love with its
look just alike
loved one but
exponentially
spreading some
new genes for
after the next
war but taking
a toll firstly on
the first one
that took the
first puff for
it did not
read
SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING:
Smoking Causes Lung Cancer,
Heart Disease, Emphysema, and
May Complicate Pregnancy.
Form:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Quietude
I fail to coerce the pleasures
of the angular hushed cast that
repose near secret abundance,
an army of cloudy measures.
They dance serenely against less
modest logging near its silence
defense, encountering seizure
as my statuesque poise digress.
Overwhelmed, stood diminutive
in a soundless spread of leisure
as a mime wall layout treasures
of a speechless contributive.
The shadowed wall rises and sinks,
as one tongue-tied formed forty winks,
the whole functionality blinks,
an inaudible show methinks.
Tis unbearable to witness,
pray tell my savior cometh to
provoke a feather to fall and
perplexes an analysis.
I reveal my lamentation
of it intuitively stunned,
the fluffiness whisked e'er so soft
facing the wood-grained foundation.
Creating such a disturbance
of natural elements oft
space and time, that its sheer purpose
o'er the grain gave an appearance.
Twas newsworthy, the faintest hint,
proffered my initial imprint,
that the perceptiveness blueprint,
was a micro-captive reprint.
2020 February 17
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme Scheme;
abca, dced, feaf, hhhh, abca, dced, feaf, hhhh.
Howmanysyllables;
32 lines x 8 syllables per = 256 syllables total
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save that
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every lock every
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cafe'z gloam
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Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.