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Premium Member The Poison

A Concealed exercise concocted, 
Wuhan Lab the playground, 
secretive China obliges,
Western media consenting, 
Medical experts silenced. 
the age of censorship,  

Dictators feigning incognito, 
The diurnal and  nocturnal schemes of top players, 
A script before the scourge, 
The drama of emergencies
A death unwarranted 
alternative cure submerged,
 Pharmacopia  playing  god,     
opinions censored, 
Freedom becomes a crime

Men afraid to die,
adorned in masks as domesticated vermin, 
Socialist alarmed at Cowards 
As dictatorship  ascending in western democracy,  
Ignorance elevated as advocate for CDC 
Unending Speculation by tyranny
The weekly changing rules.
Connivers employing Fear, 
Orchestrations and the Mournful diddy 
Alpha
Beta, 
Gamma
Delta, 
and Omicron the game changer. 

Controlling the world by unproven conjectures 
First it was the Mask, 
Then social distancing, 
Sanitize, Isolation without empathy,
The numbers defiant, 
The People's servants globally consenting to experiment 
with the speed of a wing
The Lab Lords  proposed a cure,   
Greed conspired , the masses the guinea pigs, 
Unverified Vaccine,  
defrauding all of the liberty of Choice,
unprofessional medical rape,  
breaking the Laws to invoke their Laws,
Rulers Turned scientists 
Dictator found their Voices 
compelling all to dine in an experiment 
“safe and effective” the chorus of bias profiteers 
Society divided. 
“Vaxxed” VS “unvaxxed” 

All Watching TV to form opinion.
Australia copies UK, 
subjecting citizens to barbarism
America copies Australia,
senseless cohesion in place of Freedom, 
France copying America, 
Ignorant Cops abusive, 
opposing sensible resistance,

The Truckers made a mark  
though clamped down by tyrannical “emergencies” 
The unending Jabs, 
four times in Israel curing nothing,
A false sense of security,
The demand sales pitched 
Experiment over,  The  Data concealed 
To protect a Lie,
A massive Fraud,
The UK law breaker suspends  mandates,
avoiding the sword of Damocles 
And they all one by one taking turns 
accepting failures while others in denial 
ignoring the damage of trial


Liberated Righteous Leftist Freed From Hands of Time

Axed dent of circumstances
finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints
obliges forcible adherence
synchronizing Circadian rhythm

forcibly linkedin within paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining
involuntarily ceding cradle to grave
man made artificial construct
(dismissing one living away

off the gridlock)
co-opting every precious moment
comprising hour quotidian existence
to sustain swiftly styled
harry tailored lifestyle

affording bajillion *****sapiens
luxury to scold frantic scramble,
freedom to scurry frantically
twenty four seven madcap rat race
formerly existing (millenniums ago)

as "noble savage"
ah...remember those glory days
now, grudgingly,
niggardly... unwittingly
compromising pleasant dreams

jarring deeply slumbering
body electric groggily awake
liberty, courtesy alarming wake up
to toil away making dem
big dearly beloved bucks

essentially entering holy grail
searching made more worthwhile
thankless fracas, fray, fraught
pitting one beasty boy against t'other
survival of fittest in overdrive

(Charles Darwin taken aback),
how origin of most ruthless species
went a courtin for dazzling,
jazzy, regal trappings
supposedly to ease

grueling laboring mind numbing
lumpenproletariat, when after
devoting, sacrificing, venerating...
prime mating years
take respite, and

hire oneself out
as independent contractor,
versus sedately pathetic mundane...
you bet your life
in relation to this
self ostracized scrivener.

Cerebellum's Synaptic Soiree

Lifted lightly from familiarity
Sleep's gesture caresses cells
Taken to nearby bewilderment
Where stagnancy busily dwells

Liquid lambent shooting star forms fragment
Vapid vexations vanquished in fantasy's fire
Mist masked span transcends measurement
Vision's fusion surpasses language quagmire 

Imprisoned waking cognition 
held in category's secure structure 
Dispelled impediments crash cascade
preceding sleep's redeeming tenure

Ignited sizzling spiral whimsical continuum 
Themes undulate with kiss and chase thrill
Trauma's feather sinks, treasure 's stone floats
Detached components reconcile at will

Dream chariot leaps easily 
Obliges unassuming passenger
uncover unique anecdote
Intriguing as a stranger

Driven chivalrously soaring splendidly, lured enticingly
Revelling in brain' s carried captivation sole function
Travelling happens spontaneously without momentum
Contented centre offers converging clock hands junction

Revelations ripple, expanding truth
Roller coaster riding outside reality
Symbol's eventual meaningful messages
rise as a halo, impartial to gravity 

Reason's region, sensible staid evades taboo
Indetectibly dilating pineal stillness vibrates
Untouched pastures in sleep domain permit oblivious
From fences of accepted, dream's newborn liberates

Catapulted! 

Conscious corners sent as envelope ratified 
deliver obvious, wafting surreal's torment
Clumsy clambering of mind identified
hankers for hibernation's brief dormant
Form: Rhyme

Not here, not today

#Not_here_not_today
catching loose knees, wonder if I would run here,
how far would I even reach, when I'm just a boy in
man's body. This threatens my present and could
foresee damages bearing fruits in my tomorrow,
here I stand my grounds or lose forever, could hear
my breath in a beeping dying sequences, not here not today, though I hold my pen in my hand and
my obituary paper before me, with this trigger
ready to splash my brains.., 

Today death is not the
meal I'm prepared to have...

Wisdom and tactics are for the noble and old, I'm
young even to make meaning out of this, my predicament obliges I choose, but my body refuse
to surrender, so much I haven't touched in this
world, so much I have to live for, death kiss be
goodbye, no matter how informal this farewell is,
not today not here...

See there, in the far reach of my lame eyes, the sun shines, birds sings, could catch some echoes of
happiness, this tiny hands and legs, are to grow not
here not today but there and tomorrow, before my
heart beat reach its climax, before my eyes reach
their blurry stage, before my hair grow grey, before
my skin wrinkles, not here not today 

but there is my lab for experiment, I refuse to meet my
ancestors before I meet my first lover, my first born,
my first nephew, refuse to surrender my first
everything here and not today, refuse you be my
last everything, not here, not today 
#Poetic_Ink

The House At the End of the Street

Alone at last in the dead of night,

he reaches for her under their threadbare existence

with one clammy hand.

She dutifully obliges.

 

Alone at last in the dead of night,

the girl is sound asleep;

the tiara is still askew on her head

after the day’s rabid celebration.

 

Alone at the last at the dead of night,

the boy takes the unrelenting road

out of the town.

And towards new adventures.

 

Alone at last at the dead of night,

the dog sheds its skin

and howls at the moon.

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Date: 09/10/2017


Premium Member Painting Black Tears as Inverted Light

Painting Black Tears as Inverted Light

let us paint with radiant black tears the shadow of white light,
the passions of unconscious consciousness that think without feeling anything,
the somber beings radiate their phosphorescent darkness and full void,
the desires of penumbral shadows transparent opaque paint the heavy air.

to women sighs full of void adorn their necks empty of air,
the leaders of the idea without thought build the cathedrals of destroyed mind,
a man slave free chained in his prisoner emancipation eternally,
to the resurrection of yesterday's tomorrow today that was never present dead.

the arbitrary necessary obliges freedom to choose without wanting something,
what should not have to happen happened unhappened,
still talking I stood silent with words that scream in stillness,
I confessed my holy sins to the deep rock that floats.

the only one to whom I give wrong right is the truth of clear lie,
the love from facts without facts that acts only in inaction,
the old youth ages with each day that makes it younger,
the life without my sadness happy drowns me in its bitter joy!
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

I'm waiting for you

I'm waiting for you
Because my level of seriousness
obliges me to be faithful to you,
Just for the simple fact;
Of being in love with you.

I'm waiting for you
because if I claim
I have eyes for another woman
they'd call me a liar
and you know very well that,
the children of God; they cannot lie.

I'm waiting for you
because there isn't a woman around me
who fulfills me like you do
a woman with the greatness you have
a woman I like, like I like you.

I'm waiting for you
because true love
doesn't rush
but waits patiently
and I close my heart, even if it prevents me
because I love you ardently.

I'm waiting for you
because my love belongs only to you
because I want to shake you with all my sweetness
and fill you with kisses, caresses, and tenderness.

I wait for you,
Because I dream every night
Holding your hands
Because our relationship has no end
But lasts; for a lifetime.

Premium Member dreams, sweet

( extended sonnet )

o there's a twilight magic midst the mist
     it floats between the eventide and dawn
         attending winds of fancy, heaven-kissed
          that billow with sweet breaths of Avalon
         so waiting on a hope 'til gloaming's gone
     a sea of suns to cast your dreams upon

o there is an enchantment thru the night
     that dances with dark charm and reverie
         it holds all yearnings in its bosom, bright
          and waits for your desire to set them free
         to plumb the inky depths of midnight sea
     and loose your sleep's imaginings-to-be

o there are wonders in the evening’s air
     thus brought to full fruition in your sleep
         all spun to threads of artfulness and care
          and woven into wishes, grand and deep
         a tapestry of moonbeams meant to keep
     the secrets of the twilight in its creep …

and ev’ry soul who tends that great expanse
     obliges your sweet dreaming … as they dance.





~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~

( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Confidence

Confidence,
                            I've journeyed through life,
               happily knowing
                  I was never alone,
                      parental--assuredness,
                             a part of so-called guidance,
         as being,
                         the constant waker-upper,
             whencesoever,
                     decisions are tabled.

Confidence,
                                  the remnant assuredness benefactor
                             led to a forward life at work
        or home,
                       as decisions were met 
                             to the best of my abilities, 
        to both,
                                 recipients reaping the benefits
               of said efforts
             plus a smile.

Confidence,
                          is an unrecognizable feat,
                               not tangible on a trophy stand,
                                    albeit (contemplation obliges)
                             immediate to scenes in review
                                    and or eternalized in a memory bank,
                          and rest well within thee,
                            the accord of creation by ...

His Word.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Arose

Darkness imbues sunlight,
 Stars adorn pitch of night.
 Pristine as north winds blow,
 Huddled in loam, primroses grow.

Razor clouds streak across sky,
 Starkly bleeding is dawn to eye.
 Sangria balm touches azure skin,
 Contrast like yang and yin.

 Shadows shrink, ignoble retreat,
  Selene, curtsey, obliges defeat.
 Emblazes arise, heat carries,
 Tip to root blushing varies.

Dawn serenades coming day,
 Phoenix arose from ashes of grey.
 Pigments leak from wounded sky,
 Serene, expanse gone awry.

 Restless in sound of silence,
 Darkness stalks with defiance.
 Bated pounce as sun depletes,
 Across waned skies, color secretes.

 Bloom resigns, surrenders,
 Bows to infinite splendors.
Brigand moon ‘neath covert night
 Abscond again, posies light.
sun
Form: Rhyme

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