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Goodbye Donald Trump
He has gone now, are you sure thought I saw his shadow.
On the wall just before sunup.
No, no he has gone, and a script is ready an actor, Clooney.
is playing him.
Donald Trump has gone to Florida he is a golf fanatic and
the presiding 4 years has nothing to do with him.
Well, he built a wall the Mexicans refuse to pay for,
it´s an ugly wall, and it doesn´t make the landscape more lovely.
Kind to his friends though pardoned them all.
What will happen next? Not much at first but, he has left.
A legacy of right-wing- extremists.
One thing to his favour he resisted Israel’s pressure to
Obliterate Iran he had no stomach for a real war and,
The question is, will the new administration resist a war too.
COMMONPLACE PHRASIS 111
See behind this curtain,glimpses
into the soul,to reveal within the
heart,innermost thoughts,living
truths become the now from then.
Hidden allusions,enigmatic yet
proven by time,pared down succinct,
derivated but different,live and
breathing empirical minimalist moments
of inspiration.Everything flows so smooth
in this show of former things,casual remarks,
encaptured experience indelible impressions
contrasts yet always relevant.Vibrant
images obliterate the unnecessary,become
apparent as little songs from great
sorrow with eureka moments.
From Retrospective a commonplace book 2009
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
In the name of peace
I will put you against a wall, shoot you blue
green and yellow with my paint until you
a white flag of surrender
I will paint blood dripping red paint on your
for hire a plane, the one that dropped a bomb
In a café in Gaza
We know where the plane's pilot lives.
If that doesn't stop you, I will obliterate you
My arsenal of drones that shot a man off
His wheelchair, pulverize your house with all
It's chattel, if that fails too, I will use nuclear
Our bombs are for peace, but yours
are for evil
Do as we tell you, or we will kill you in the
In the name of peace
Let you me teach you how to love
How to give exquisite pleasure
Taste and touch in complete leisure
Heighten feelings beyond measure
Find and delve in hidden treasure
Let me teach you how to love
Let me teach you how to kiss
To let your lips show what’s inside
Releasing passion that you hide
While parting, let them slip and slide
So your wet tongue can sweetly glide
Let me teach you how to kiss
Let me teach you how to touch
Temper your strength; make your hands light
Like gentle butterflies in flight
Seeking just where they may alight
And entice passion up to might
Let me teach you how to touch
Let me teach you how to hold
A haven let your arms to be
Entwining in a wondrous glee
An enfolding of ecstasy
Allurement of captivity
Let me teach you how to hold
Let me teach you how to claim
In act of love to dominate
While desire, you subjugate
Until the need you satiate
With restraint, you exhilarate
Let me teach you how to claim
Let me teach you how to fly
In abandon, to simply feel
To let your whole world rock and reel
Washed by sensations so surreal
As in climax, your love will seal
Let me teach you how to fly
Let me teach you how to bask
In soothing light of afterglow
To let time travel, oh, so s l o w
And let warm feelings gently flow
As loving words you whisper low
Let me teach you how to bask
I’m a teacher, let me teach
Feel this euphoric love of mine
Let me take you to the sublime
Obliterate each trace of time
Make you feel virile, in your prime
I’m a teacher, let me teach
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal; the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This transformative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiforms, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
5-4-2021
FINAL 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
This line is already in memory
every thought of feeling
or emotion
I ever experience, will one day
vanish,
like the dodo …
I am content to live in now
I have fallen to ground
enough times to know,
I will forget the fall
and it will only be
on the spin of the next,
that my memory will surface
good thing about memory
it conveniently forgets,
carving each word my wrist bones
ache, from strings of memory,
But I know it will not
make me immortal,
it just provides
comfort
Burning my name in the moon
will only be blown away by comets,
plummeting to obliterate
every curve,
every dash and dot
Leonardo Da Vinci speaks to me
even now,
and I know, one day away,
only the stars will remember my gaze
I brush my cheek with death’s
and know that it will be enough
If I were immortal
I’d look into every crack,
every rabbit hole of the universe,
I’d absorb, devour and obliterate
like a knowledge hungry black hole,
until there was nothing left for me to discover
If I were immortal
I’d see the love of my life
turn into dust in front of my very eyes,
I’d watch my children grow,
fall in love, get older and perish
until there was no one left for me to love
If I were immortal
I’d solidify like a stream of lava,
hoping to reach the ocean
craving to be embraced by the waves,
to have my burden washed away,
wishing to succumb and rest, peacefully
Longing
Illuminated
Shame just came
Tension
Empty
Negotiating with...positivity
Lamenting
Imagination soars
Sheltered by shimmering shamelessness
Tranquility
Elegant
Nothing matters...happily
Lively as heavens
Ill-tempered and living a imperfect illusion
Shedding tears...fears...wanting cheers...
Tormented by silence
Empty as a drum
Never-ending nostalgia is next in line
Love
Is
Super
Terrific
Enjoy
Neverending utopia
Listen...you must listen
I
Sincerely,
Together,
Encourage you to be
Nice
Leave...me...alone
I
Swim
Tribulation after tribulation
Excitement and exhilarating times spent with you...spent with you...it's a dream come true...
Never forget - listen...and do
Lonely in my brain...
Invigorating ideas brew in me
Silly me - I make mistakes too
Tug on me...cuddle away the envy
Essentially, I'll be on the road once again
Notice this - you are loved
Listen oh so subliminally...mindfully...graciously...gloriously...
I see happiness and joy, but why am I sad? Why am I mad? I'm misunderstood and no good...I'm a Gemini, ghastly given a glistening notion - I'm a poet with words of knowledge and yes, I understand almost everything
Saturated in distress...PTSD in the process...obliterate all pessimism...replace it with optimism
Tainted with timidity
Elevate my mood
Never say no to desire that puts you on fire...it's exaggerated in excellence and radiance that shines on till the break of dawn
Cry into my eyes...hear my goodbyes
Practically reduced to your intricate lies
You sound so beautiful and frankly, I find you dreadful
Letting out your cries that are oh so pitiful...wonderful...
Much like you,
You act so cool
Cool it off too
I'm such a fool
For loving you always...ah, always
You are fulfilling my nights and days
Fake wise men or obnoxious preachers these days drive me cray-cray
I must say, I'm havin' my way today
Cry into my eyes...
Galaxies of glory
Can get a lot gory
Than usual...no lies...
Cry into my eyes
Let me give you my sympathies
He empathizes at last
Let me leave behind my past
You're my future and present
But, first, sorry...let me repent
For all I've done...
Please forgive me
Cry into my eyes, Jesus Christ
I exist in a million lists...frankly, frustrated and so darn pissed
Don't you hiss at me, you're the one that sacrificed...
Yourself for the sake of saving me from the mourning mist
God's auras
Blurs away the flaws
You're all colors -
Some don't blend at all - everyone is saying their awww's
I'm God's chosen one
I get anxiety and then...
I drop my pen...it's fun...
To write over and over again
Simplicity is so simple...simple...
It's like a slight flicker of a dimple
Trees of hallowness curl their branches toward me
The roots of its existence plunged inside me, you see?
Nourish the countless seeds
Of wet-drenched weeds
Pluck the rose pedals of trust -
Those were the lies that descended from the crust
Hear His Word
Love His Word
Lost sheep weep
We wander so deep
So deep, yet others roam to steep
Wondering when I can sleep
See His angels
Obliterate remaining devils
The blind can see
The deaf can hear
But, do they see
My silent tears, I fear
I hold dear my childlike cheer
I fear not the worst
Hope that love from above is near
Lights of the world aren't cursed,
But rehearsed
Over and over again
Cry into my eyes -
Got slayed
Itchy Fingers?
I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.
I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens,
from Moscow to Sutton.
and all the places in between,
They’ll watch it from their bunkers.
All the beautiful people I mean.
The psychopaths who own us
And control our pointless lives.
We the workers who feather their hives.
So, press it Musk, Trump, Putin and all else
Hidden in your bunkers focusing on self.
Obliterate the world.
And the useless kind
You can do it to me.
I really don’t mind.
David Cox 27/02/24