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Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!
Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not “obscene”...
Orange, purple, and lavender
look lovely with lime green!
Don't bother me with conformity
I'm much too happy, carefree
to wonder why the neighbors all
keep staring so at me!
Maybe they're jealous of my tail
I really don't give a hoot!
Surely they have seen before
grown-ups in zebra suits?
Don't bother me with conformity
...too busy to follow your lead!
I've whatcha-ma-call-it thingies to build
and unicorns to feed!
Don't bother me with conformity
don't worry me this way!
You've stepped on all the faeries toes
and run the elves away...
Don't bother me with conformity
you're being such a pest!
My mud pies were quite fabulous
and not a “filthy mess”!
Don't bother me with conformity
my music's not so loud...
Accordions are delightful-
See? It's already drawn a crowd!
...Respectfully holding their applause
until I reach the end-
Oh no- they really love it so!
You're quite mistaken, friend!
Don't bother me with conformity
come dance a jolly jig!
You really should loosen up a bit
you sad, forlorn, old prig!
Don't bother me with conformity
No thanks! I've had my fill...
of boring, bland, and deathly dull
no doubt that boredom kills!
Don't bother me with conformity
Oh, what was that you said?
Well, I think you (and your boring lot)
are the crazy ones instead!
The world is full of the things we see
But more than these are the things unseen,
An example is the wind that sweeps rain to us
And the lust that leads to things obscene.
The faith that believers so much praise
Is a thing that they neither can see nor touch,
Yet its power permeates their innermost being
And it’s a thing that they preach about so much.
And the God they worship with so much reverence
Remains unseen and yet everywhere at the same time,
He chose for himself the better option of being invisible
And gave us the lesser state of the visible grime.
The life we fear to lose at every turn
Remains a mystery to all of us,
A fluid airy thing, methinks -
The result of some omnipotent fuss.
All things that really matter cannot be seen.
What we see is unexciting physical matter
That lacks the hidden meaning of existence;
Temporal stuff such as a hill or a pig or a tatter…
We took a vacation way up North in the dead of winter
“You’re going the wrong way”, all would say thinking our minds must have splintered.
It was hard to find a room to rent within the Arctic circus
But one we did find with a hot tub outside to suit our final purpose.
Wearing only a robe and boots of skin with a bottle of wine in hand
To the hot tub we ran in minus degrees disrobing before we jumped in.
We poured our glasses of red cabernet and clinked them together so slight,
As we settled in in the dark of the day waiting for the Aurora Borealis display of light.
Visions of light; red, blue and green, dancing a spectacle we’d never seen
While ice crystals formed on our lashes.
Out on the horizon up through the heavens,
One after another most vibrant of flashes.
For hours we sat in the hot water vat
Staring in utter delight
Never a sight had we seen so beautifully obscene
As the dance of the Northern Lights.
Entry in the Viva Vacation contest.
9th Place
I don't understand the basis
How are people rude and racist
Putting their hate on display
Every moment of the day
Someone shouts a mean remark
Leaving a cloud so deeply dark
Over a person who can't
Fathom why these obscene rants
Are used against them all the time
When did hatred of this kind
Become an everyday occurance
We need some hope and assurance
This wont last for very long
We all need to right this wrong
It is not O.K. to be
This discrimanatory
Against others you don't know
Because their heritage shows
Skin color and clothes they wear
Shouldn't make them live in fear
Language barriers shouldn't play
How they're spoken to in ways
That's loaded with much offense
It doesn't make any sense
We are all humans and try
To live our days, getting by
Like so many others do
Come on people get a clue
It needs to stop and right now
There has to be a way somehow
To open everybody's eyes
That the vicious hateful lies
They are spreading is contagious
It's becoming so outrageous
How humanity has lost
All its senses, it has cost
This world to become so violent
Lets not keep our voices silent
Raise them up and start a pact
To stop any racist act
That you see in front of you
It is the right thing to do
Awaken, white and yellow daffodils
Entice the honeybees and butterflies
Bring back the blue birds to my window sill
So I can hear those spring time lullabies
Arouse oh robins, welcome in the green
I long to smell the scent of fresh cut grass
Just splash some color, nothing too obscene
A harbinger that winter soon will pass
Arrange the sun, that it may tilt just so
upon my shoulders warm as summer's eve
The spring ensues the winter's afterglow
And brings with it a touch of sweet receive
Let colors dance together in our dreams
And bathe with love's ensemble by the stream
Written by Mystic Rose and Daniel Turner
Thank you Vie for collaborating with me on this sonnet.
Observe the rise of the virulent greens' attention demanding; with outbursts obscene' the desire to relegate
All humanity' a great lust to destroy; time proven means, in
A mad push to the bottom fragmentation grows; as order
Is dis-placed chaos is at full throes.' Much sacrifice to
The pagan is now behind closed doors, yet is claimed as
A virtue on legislators floors.? There is exclusion for reason
As false piety soars. Sacriledge now is as our daily bread.'
Most teaching is inverted' any balanced; is almost dead!
War is encouraged. Its seen even as holy? In fact e u
Leaders gather; 'just to thrash (the same old pony) yet the
Winning post, has by now rotted away.' There is much overgrowth and bramble.' For now rules the (no mow May)
Done more than what we got
There's an AI robot - you!
Time to take a shot
With the computer I fought "Doha"
Yet, I still would NEVER kill Roy
With a G
In some biz
It still seems like ROYGBIV
Still living life
Forgot about the promises
Still, they do uplift
It is a gift as I drift
The distance as it disses
That one final kiss
I skipped out on
Now I am pissed
So, I guess I will grab a Lyft
As AI plays this last riff
I need to pick, lick, and get a grip,
On this shined pulled from the pit
That last hit flipped the switch
From the tip to the lip
That can just now stick
To when one admits
That the tit of a bit of a baseball mitt
Could catch onto the rants of One Shoe
Keep up with the crew they grew for you
Then blew the rest out of its ass
Way far out and much to fast
But it leave it in the past
NOT worth the drama
Still when I get that Honda
American Dream
Scene kid that could, would, and should scream like the real Mean Green Bean
To lean on what comes from once being
A solitary fiend or state fully deemed
The TX two step King
In or out of the ring
Still singing
That robotic moronic esteem
That the job
Is to get a job
In itself is the means
That teams get reamed
While dubbed obscene
No matter hats, boots, or jeans
Get cut off from Creme
Even when the guitar rings
A new note or anecdote
The antidote still stings
Because of a new meaning
Once much esteemed
Much more than Charley Sheen
Yet while wheezing
I agree
That we are all on drugs
Silly me
I say "Oh, geez"
As life passes in the breeze,
On bended knees,
I reach out to my former squeeze,
If that makes me sound 90,
I could however find the binding
Thay brings us back together
Like a tether ball for leather face
To my disgrace I know I need 2 faces
Whatever it takes
And whatever that was laced with
Still, I know we all can make it
Simply stated
By G3
You ever heard those people who
always spout these conspiracies?
Think there’s schemes behind everything,
it’s just so laughable to me!
Like remember a few years back,
in the days of the orange man,
he claimed that his first opponent
had hatched some convoluted plan
to provide false information
to out intelligence people,
that made him seem a Russian planet
who was all sorts of criminal?
How ridiculous can you be
to think they would go to such lengths,
really now, when you think on it,
it just doesn’t make any sen—
…wait, what?...It was fabricated?...Multiple testimonies…a disgraced spy…uh…well, So what? Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
But they you heard all of the claims
from this same orange president,
that the leader before him had
used wire taps to great extent,
had even tapped the man’s office
during the height of the campaign,
I mean talk about paranoid,
this kind of stuff is just insane.
To think in a democracy
our leaders would dream of such things
seems more to me like mad ravings
from a man when he’s losi—
…wait…they have the applications? It’s documented?...Based on ginned up charges….all from a joke they didn’t like? That happened?!...For real?
Well, forget the politicos,
this goes beyond halls of power,
remember just a few years back
when a loud man yelled and glowered
about how frogs were ‘turning gay’
from the chemicals in our streams,
and some people believed this rot,
to be that dumb in just obscene!
Like in our more enlightened times,
where we now cherish Mother Earth,
we’d turn blind eyes to chemical
strong enough to inflict such hurt.
This is not the 1950s,
we would not tolerate such things,
why would people believe this fool,
his conspiracies add noth—
…wait, huh? Female birth control…enters though the toilets…hormones cause mutation in fish and repitles? Hermaphordites…sexual dysfunction….we can’t filter it out… we’ve known for twenty years?!!...conflicts with women's issues...political sacred cow?...Oh...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
If someone spoke a different language to you,
Would you kill them?
If somebody worshipped a different god than you,
Would you kill them?
You, personally, would you kill them?
How much hatred could you be filled with
All because someone lives a different life to you?
Why are we, as people, so averse to the unknown;
So desperate to destroy what we don’t understand?
What happens if we find aliens—
Something we’ve talked about for so long—
And they have a different way of life than we do?
Would we tear them apart
Just because, in our eyes, their culture is “wrong”,
Even after being so desperate to meet them?
Yes, this world we live in has a painful history of destruction;
Of wanting everyone in one box; all the same;
Everyone like this one “perfect” example of how we should be.
But why do such obscene things
Just because something is new and strange
And is therefore labelled evil?
We can’t live sheltered lives forever:
There will always be so many things we don’t know;
Something we haven’t encountered before.
Yet thousands have been killed—probably more—
And why? We are all humans. Yet, somehow,
We have made each other our greatest enemies.
The birds of pray are on their way, in every beak the Word
(of ptomaine tomes by gnarly gnomes) whose meaning is obscured;
they roost aloof on every roof, obscene but always herd,
to tell the tale of Jonah’s whale and other rhymes absurd -
with shifty eyes, they’re giving whys for living life deferred.
While jackals lean, hyenas mean, and hungry crocodiles
feast in the lounge and never scrounge, lambs languish in the aisle.
The naive dare to say “Unfair, let’s try to reconcile.
We’ll all relax and weigh the facts, let justice spin the dial.”
With jaundiced monks and minds pre-shrunk, the jury is compiled.
The Rulers meet, First Ladies greet, the Kings appear in style.
Before the Court, their sins are short, they’re swept into a pile;
with diatribes and petty bribes, the jurors are beguiled.
The Herd entreats, the Shepherd bleats the verdict of the trial:
“You have no face. Stay in your place, stay in the Rank and File.
And wait instead, for when you’re dead, for riches afterwhile”;
Aristocrats add caveats while sailing down the Nile:
“If Minds are mugged or simply drugged with philtres in a vial,
then few indeed will fail to feed the Pharaoh’s Crocodile.”
The wordsmiths spin, the bankers grin and politicians smile,
the riff and raff, they never laugh, they mark a martyred mile.
The rituals are finished, all, here comes the Reverent Priest.
He leads the crowds beneath the clouds, and there the flock is fleeced
with crossing signs and bloody wines and consecrated yeast,
“The last are first, the rich are cursed.” (The leached remain the least.)
His step is gay without dismay before his evening feast;
he thanks the Lord for room and board and bows to Eden East;
he doesn’t sigh or wonder why the sins have not decreased.
The sinking sun is now undone, the sky is fading red.
A spider black hides in a crack and spins a silken thread
and babes will soon collapse and swoon, on curbs they call a bed;
with vacant eyes they'll fantasize and dream of gingerbread,
and so be freed, though still in need, from anguish of the dead.
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