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I stood
Observing in the scene
The rude wind in the wood
During cuisine
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Be loyal
To only unwise friend
You'll be treated royal
Ever unbend
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
I know
It is of no use
Never to forego
water from a sluice
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
The sea
Of our life's end is unseen,
A ever able caged escapee
In marine
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
How waves
Yearn up and down
Dancing to the airwaves
Unruly frown
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
You control
The sea listens to be so still
And the wearies are console
Lives refill
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Moonlit River
Paints the calm waves of nature sway
By which humans accompany its diver
In gay
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Peaceful atmosphere
it creates give joy and peace in true guise
Though the treats and love don't adhere
Without prize
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Happiness surrounds
Home of little children good together
Great experience of exposure founds
Change weather
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
I have yearned to breathe new air,
explore new worlds and new suns that shined;
I have longed for eyes with the spark of trust
inciting me and giving a name to a flower that bloomed;
have I found any of these: is it love or lust?
Am I looking for someone to cuddle
gentler than an adorable teddy bear
and fall asleep holding a double?
Can an ambitious dreamer live free,
get rid of his dreams and ride on clouds,
not knowing where they'll take him?
Can an ambitious dreamer give up everything
when that woman comes along and imprisons him,
and he can't find a way to flee,
or hide inside fast-moving crowds?
I have felt a longing for freedom,
not to hold arms and kiss lips;
it's something bigger than yearning...
turning into that eagle fearless of winds
and aware of dangers searching for another sky,
to discover where the Seventh Heaven is
and allow this repentant sinner to hum
hymns with angels while tears multiply!
Can an ambitious dreamer
do what he has never done
and conquer his worst fear?
Can an ambitious dreamer
get by without any aspiration
and nullify what kept him afloat
in rising water relying on faith alone?
His testament attests he was mocked a lot
for his unrealistic ideas, but he won:
kneeling down and praising Heaven!
I knew my ancestry and my dad was a joiner,
But verged on disowning my mum for labour,
Not married in history yet throbbing with spark,
Love, truth, kindness fibered the gelled dark.
A stunner - intelligent, muscular but sensitive,
The royal in me saw the people as plaintiff,
As steering the vile lark of determining troughs,
In a grass-roots democracy to nullify the toffs.
Prolific at speeches, education never lacked,
Peeking as child into the ear in discern I jacked,
I knew nothing was unproven, cleanliness won,
Joules inside quenched the human sown son.
In the health profession I beamed, overcame, won,
Differences waged exacted to desecrate the sum -
Poor, minority, stealthy and dragon ignored asunder,
No equality known to hook the solid, base shelter.
Mobile, but wherever I tread met haters and lovers,
Pranced about suckered by vulgar ruling bearers;
Taught children life and followers’ carers’ quick,
Stead ahead hailed by the people as their wick.
Freedom held my blink until shown as the trait -
Real by weight for the sick to crop myself as bait.
Therefore human aim, space, time shouted ball,
‘Cos the individual is right, by the pinnacle, wall.
My twelve friends accepted my way and my mind,
Chose to love crook, crank or by altruism behind,
Meant rear - banned and ashore, but fully sentient,
No restorative, candid deeds to strike ambivalent.
People glued came to see me - the Nile drawn,
Dealt troubles without ways n’ routes to spawn;
Yet state and common folks both, themselves,
Killed me for a movement shooting with shelves.
But those many who loved me would never forget,
Forged sail by the integral identity never truly set:
They said afterwards that my substance, way, holds,
It’s life that affords me, not the shined, bold folds.
There was a court case and everything, a slot,
When they asked if I was a god, king, mad, a shot:
Dumb. Bitter I’d gone and cut short, they said I’d live,
Within them in their memory as the cultural give.
My existence is not a point - your location, for always:
It’s not belief in me that matters but it's your sways;
Your life is important and it's your existence that calls,
MLK, Lincoln, Walker ball for the sentient, rugged stalls.
Who am I?
death cannot endure eternity ~ if it could we’d never be born
(quote by poet)
Find rhapsody, great rhapsody, fomenting on high seas
Come lift up waves of despondency, I’m flailing so deep
Bamboozle revenant senses, restore my latent zeal
Overwhelm one million fold, melancholy drowning me
Find ecstasy, give ecstasy, paralyse me with bliss
I’m hooked on saline solution, and compelled to resist
Rejuvenate exuberance, nullify emptiness
I want to be possessed again, in a wild wanton kiss
Find buoyancy, come buoyancy, aerate this lowly soul
Raise me up to the firmament, let heaven take control
I’ll face down blackest ether, see beyond its parasol
Never again to sit stagnant, just to bow shall I stall
Find gravity, sheer gravity, falls short on temple steps
Pressurising in nature, stopped dead in a gods codex
Free now to bathe in mercy, overcome but not by depth
Expanding on forever, where beginnings intersect
By
David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables checked x14
Amidst this tangled scene..In a world
Largely revulsed by pred o viles like
Epstien..There is mayhem in the middle
East, Iran is attacked, and its response is
Coming back? ( its now he usual scene ) many
Horrors obscene.' Meanwhile on the oceon
Personnel from the US, are awaiting, the
Hook, for their baiting? Yet there is still time.' To avert more violence and human
Crimes, i proffer that Iran, could nullify such out-pan.' By offering sanctuary a safe
Space.' And tranquillity for any mass abdication of forigen aggresion, upon their
Nation, by troops who may well be thinking
There is no sense? No advantage to bring
This is stinking.? I'd advise offer them a
Place where they can rest in peace and safety ( act in human interest and do be hasty..)
I M M E N S E C O N D E N S E D
I Instructed by a plot, broken into paltry portion
M Mauled into small, mammoth to screaming speck
M Mountain range cramped, meandering cancelled
E Elements of concept squashed into essence
N No word left unchecked, numerous adaptations
S Scrutinised, all adjacent scoured thoroughly
E Erraditacate unnecessary words, edit again
C Captivate from word one, add an anomaly
O Owe the audience pleasure, build their trust
N Never accept the standard, leave cliche alone
D Dive into the character's psyche, dig their dirt
E Employing research makes validity emerge
N Nullify nonsense inclusions, nudge away distractions
S Set up captured fast in short form, stir in surprise
E Every line moves story forward, each essential
D Diagnose end point, not long form done and dusted
Silence………A solemn hush
except
for
insects
running
amongst the jade green grass
and the large invasive vines.
Large cypress trees,
stately and tall,
throw shadows around me
as I wend my way
along the lonely lanes
of moss-covered, musty-smelling tombs
careful not to touch the poison ivy
or admire the wisteria vines.
People do visit here,
for look, bunches of flowers
adorn the place,
emitting scents to try and nullify
the staleness of the resting place.
Headstones obliterated by the wind,
makes me wonder who lies beneath.
Was she beautiful and tall?
Ugly and short?
What does it matter now?
For all I care she could have been
beautiful and short.
But some things do matter
in our personal short earthly time.
All that matters is
what we do with our life.
Death holds no sting, really.
But
don’t
touch
the poison ivy.
Zoltar speaks “Someone will toast you tonight,
pretend to be surprised. The tides of fate will
steer you toward unexpected wonders. Keep
your eyes open for a twist in your tale.”
He is an animatronic fortune teller
Within the carnivals and circuses, a dweller
Anachronistic, rebelling in today’s mortality his drive
Something inside makes you think it’s alive
Gives off a creepy vibe boxed in, his temporary kingdom
A robot has its own agenda, and its false wisdom
Be careful what you wish for, it may come true,
Just not in the way you thought, granted in Zoltar’s view
You’ll never find him to play again, if you dare
To undo what’s done, the daylights out of you, he’ll scare
Creeper of dreams, terrifying themes from here on end
This is where the Anayalator comes in—the godsend
She fights not for the lust of conquest, but to end conquest
She fights to liberate us from demon bots, her quest
Ninja-manipulates reality, she’s advanced in ninjutsu
Beyond any limitations, water, fire, air, and earth she moves
Nullifier—from impure world reincarnates
Combining truth-seeking with her powerful crown of gems
She can nullify all conventional robot powers
Including regenerative cycles, invented every hour
Yin-Yang Release—Chakra manipulation of the universe
Spinning spiritual and physical charges of energy against hostile terse
Healer-Restorer of life, her golden rods of purest energy
Good bots for humanity are spared by the repairer of injury
Ol' honest Abe,
Is turning over in his grave.
While Donnie & his clan,
Continue to misbehave.
I think it's fair to say,
That the GOP is long gone.
Overtaken by MAGA sheeple,
Well beyond wrong.
Traveling along a path
That impeached & indicts.
As the courts are left to judge,
Any remaining rights.
Testing foundations of democracy,
Like its never been before.
The world watches the drama,
Like reality TV, it can't ignore.
Yet from my view I can see
Almost too many crimes.
That will burden the
Judiciary, multiple times.
In the end, will convictions
Return justice to those in need?
And the people retain their power,
To nullify the greed.
oh there is this voice in my head that echoes
sometimes whispering venomous, poison insults
and at times screaming negativity... grasping my heart
twisting my spirit to tatters and ruin
a parrot mimic, chattering in the dark corridors
of my mind, hiding in all my inner private spaces
plucking and yanking, killing my tranquility
STOP your endless speaking and your crippling malice
I cry, for there is another voice murmuring
a voice softer but much stronger
this voice is courage and will nullify your condemning
in the hush-hush of night I must listen to both voices
and my insides are aching . . this is what I have to say noxious voice
I wish to be an eagle flying high and not a parrot caged in my mind . . .
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January 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/The Poisonous Parrot
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1104-553-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Plucking The Poisonous Parrot
sponsor, Maureen McGreavy
Third Place