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Those of our christian rights drew us a beautiful picture
perfectly placed within family values
Father and Mother related
To worship the Child an Infant conceived Sacred
teaching every single one the parables of this life
with deeply etched principles attached
To overshadow a mass deception mutating the truth
backwards never moves forward according to the Word
that which carries total authority made from the Flesh
we are all sinners wounds to be judged for our shortfalls
how little we have become tainted children
Do we stand and be counted sheep
crying in order to protect the Lamb
or remain quite with the wolves
who are a blood thirty lot breaking Divine laws
Always claiming justice stands in their court of knowledge
whom tear down the true meaning of a family
never in a life time will they ever be right
I pray God be merciful to those blind afflicted
to grant them the precious miracle
that baptises the very eyes
that enables them to see and love again
(My poem is done in Mixed Rhyme which is a form created right here on PoetrySoup by our fellow poet, Ernesto Santiago.)
Things will get worse!
Year after year, of course.
Spend some time planning survival,
don't be blind, don't live in denial.
This message is for the Milliennials,
the one's who were left behind,
the ones who lost parents and grandparents,
but you have survived, it's just not your time.
You bore the weight of the world,
carried the existence of mankind,
raised children you did not bare,
taught them to be loving and kind.
Teach them also to be smart!
Please, learn from our mistakes,
cherish and respect the Earth.
There is so much in nature
that strikes back at destruction.
Mankind aware, or unaware.
Viruses mutate. It's not a fantastical thought.
The Bird Flu, the Swine Flu, SARS and MERS,
and yes, death is what they brought.
Same virus, growing stronger year after year,
mutating over and over, now COVID-19 is here.
It's half life is more than three hours
when expelled in aerosol form,
not the larger droplets, which are here today, deadly,
but tomorrow may be gone.
Next year it may return airborne.
Please, listen to our sorrow,
if you want to call it that.
One after another the virus takes us,
yet we are grateful for your tomorrows.
We have had many years to prepare,
on our journey back to God.
Knowing your lives will be spared
is the only consolation this virus brought.
It's hard for hearts to heal after such massive loss,
and getting through the grief can be rough,
but we left without complaint because we love you,
let that be enough...
to heal your broken hearts.
My babies loved the cats,
through the ages of the naps,
in the pages,
in the clasp,
on the floor,
atop a mat,
I pull it out and flip a bat-
let a lover free the band,
so I may rebuttal and unleash some wrath...
Because just one tap on the blacks,
leads a lover to the back,
just like one Cambridge man of the past-
holds a drink,
and chats your gas-
shoots your lore back at the boss-
holds your cross with MS DOS,
dances slow,
without a flirt,
dances slow,
and acts the jerk,
wounds the birds,
with sailing lurch,
corrodes the curbs,
with wheeling verse,
feeling verve-
eats the skirts,
while doing peddles,
and bronzing metals,
mutating meadows,
while racing against yellows,
seasons those fellows pollinating in the bellows-
of an R1 while you're having so much fun...
Being a beast while you're facing the gun,
in the rip of time between going home and burning the buns,
focusing on the fever that got you your lump some.
they recreated the virus to find what would naturally destroy it
research had shown that re-evaluating what existed to find
what might exist could
allow us a greater understanding of the virus.
from mutating and regenerating
to overpower any cure or remedy we might find or create.
it must be sustainable
it must rejuvenate
it must destroy what is currently infectious
and it must allow the body
to rebuild it's own immunity against those parts of
the virus which might remain
in the body.
when the host rejects the present company
it will demand to be strengthened
all systems that have been contacted by such alien presence
must have the opportunity to restore it's self.
these nutrients are to strengthen and not undermine what the body is trying to achieve
if the body is in restoration and protecting itself from the complications of being
exposed to the infections of the virus.
nav slirtatious swine-oh fibbia
bovinia symptoms
extractions of stemious cellulous,
extractious stemious symptous.
wild anminalious, game and tamed beast.
cure us oh lord, cure us.
the spread of futail seize.
COR NAV VIRUS
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headaches and trouble breathing, runny nose, cough or sore throat
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does adstemious find extraction, to spread from man to man
what breaths are from infections
that come from Wuhan.
cured ye swine, cure ye beef, NAV
cook through and through
wash your hands and wear masks
to keep the virus from you!
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“Without the Female Human Form, life as we know it, would fold & our entire Cosmos would be the lesser. Whatever it looks like to egoic vision, it encodes powerful human birthing energies, therefore is the most Beautiful Creation.” : Poet
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Sacrosanct female form, undulating curves receptive
from soles, toes to nine openings imbibe Gaia's yields
crown maned entice Sky gifts, gaining sons, daughters, fields
arms, buxom or slender circle efforts, keeps us from harm
plump-honeyed baps drip milk feeding mouths sucking charmed
bellies endearingly blood-nurture life's births
caboose ebony or ivory mirrors omni Earth
phalanges stroke or wrinkled contained, nuances claim
spine serpentine homes mutating blue violet flame
coral lips mirthfully melt flesh intoxicate fruity
its purpose inspiring cameo nurturing, a duty
Female Form, embodies Now Power Beauty !
The National Science Foundation (NSF),
in partnership with the Simons Foundation,
has launched four new incubation centers
to bring mathematical Left/Right Brain bicameral perspectives
to the biological/ecological ZeroZone search
for the CoOperative Rules of
Golden WinWin EgoEcoCentric Life.
The NSF-Simons Research Centers
for Mathematics of Complex Biological Systems
will cooperatively explore
how bilateral information
encoded in DNA YangThymine
with YinHolonic Cytosine
results in complex four-seasoned organisms
with diverse ecoflowing habitats,
Yang fractal forms
Yin-enlightening feeling functions
and WinWin mutating co-acclimating behaviors
when in/exformation is WinLose manipulated
and even LoseLose competitively repressed
by changing YangUracil/YinCytosine synergy
red/green environmentally suboptimizing tipping points
across multiple spiral dynamic time-light
HereDeductive NowInductive co-enlightenment
SpaceTime 4D integrity conscious bilateral scales
of and for healthy-wealth optimizing futures.
A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick,
Who never his calves and cattle branded,
That caused to create the word maverick—
An eccentric rebel born of cow shed!
Now, before the word breached its national,
Borders it meant ‘all cattle unbranded’,
And before that, ‘one unconventional’,
Mutating still: ‘master-less quadruped’.
Today, hidebound means man narrow-minded,
Long back it meant skinny cattle of drought,
Bare to bones and ribs all but sticking out,
Hidebound is man parochial, pettyhead!
Holy cow’, one may say to interject,
It oft means a ‘sacred cow’ one can’t touch,
You so much as just touch and get hit, ouch!
Elsewhere it may amount to mixing fact.
The word ‘cow’ comes from Sanskrit ‘gau’,
Comes cattle from Latin chattel—
Movable wealth French calls capitale,
Everywhere it is holier than thou!
To migrants then, cattle was sole money,
In Roman language , money is ‘Pecu’
From Indo Aryan Sanskrit word ‘pashu’,
From it came in English: pecuniary!
Words respect no boundary line,
As do birds and religion and music,
Only man’s busy borders to define;
To change maybe we need a maverick.
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Ways of words | 03.10.2009 |
Winter’s hoar…frost..
has bled the maples
Crimson, marks
the torn throat of morn.
Summer’s sullen forays
have scared the natural
blush of Fall.
Would the wood recover
from the toxic fumes of man?
Radiant the sun which bombs
the atmosphere, a blight of cancer
upon the uncloaked skin…
Mutant and mutating man
warring harbinger of doom.
Where sand and soil
and microbes had cleansed
the refuse of man waits…
clogging the arteries of bipeds
overflowing into the roots of forest
Unarmed
Rooted
Clinging
to the seed of an apothecary life.
Feeding on the vials unturned
draining into the Fall finery
a mottled military camouflage
sickly green, to burnt brown emerges.
And all that’s left of life
bleeds with the maple.
Crimson, marks
the torn throat of morn.
Warning bells had rung before
Nature may not like it anymore
the over exploitation of its store
but human greed did underscore
rules of coexistence as in folklore.
Our experiment with wild meat
transmitted a Corona virus fleet
silently mutating, us it browbeat
spreading one to other in a meet.
Choking lungs, it took away life
with no antidote, world is in strife
locked in homes with family and wife.
Life overscores over economic loss
points at nature to be ultimate boss.
Salute the frontline selfless saviours.
we must mend our value core
Lest nature is forced to repeat
and bleed us with another knife
and give us a more severe toss
striking at roots of our grandeurs.
14.4.2020
Those of our christian rights
drew us a beautiful picture
perfectly placed within family values Father and Mother related
To worship the Child an Infant conceived Sacred
teaching every single one parables of this life
with deeply etched principles attached
To overshadow a mass deception mutating the truth
backwards never moves forward according to the Word
that which carries total authority made from the Flesh
We are all sinners
wounds to be judged for the shortfalls
how little we have become as tainted children
Do we stand and be counted sheep
crying to protect the Lamb
or remain quite with the wolves
Who are a blood thirty lot breaking Divine laws
always claiming justice stands in their court of knowledge
whom tear down the true meaning of a family
never in a life time will they ever be right
I pray God be merciful to those blind afflicted
to grant them the precious miracle
which baptises the very eyes
that enables them to see and love again