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(in case of mistakes below..... i've not re-read it...on purpose....mmmhahaha)
sorry that's how time passes sometimes...
i'd a poem
about psychopathic thinking, andt...
it bothers me such as
history continues with...
its 'martyrs' for a cause
that exists no more...
only as histories facts
in some book...
believers thinking they understand
something about reality and time when...
reality is as a continuity of
a series or sequence of...
patterns in the 'environment'
observers themselves call a...
reality so to speak
but by their definitions...
it is a logic which they define
as being that is as it exists...
now does that not contradict the
basics of logic with respect...
a being of the concept of
continuity that is change that...
in itself is what is time
but yes adaptation to...
what is time can be challenging
especially when it is...
such a numbing to...
what does pass as a reality that is
to believers genuine but only...
bull from conflicting
con=men out for thems'elfs' and...
not all being martyrs for some
'higher ups'...
anyway it's
suppertime now
is on the spot...
so i'll sign off
for now..
(who misses the news when...……..pheeeeuuuuigottago)
stan sand
Poem 9/11
Believe me,
Just watching my TV
News Flash!! Skyjack!
New York City Centre,Jet Crash.
Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall.
Drop the headlines!!
This is the new line
Look up on the Skyline
Flash,Bash,Crash
Right on the building top.
Biff Baff Heart attack,
On another line
Pentagon now a X a gone
Another plane drop.
Whats that?whats that?
Beam in on the spot.
Another streak across the sky
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
Why,Why,Why?
Whats going on?Whats going on?
Another crash,big explosion
Switch broadcast over to Washington
Whats your impression? Whats your emotion.
Bystanders,commentators,confusion
"Whats your reaction"?
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city.
Terrorist attack.Terrorist Attack
Then the burning Walls a falling
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground.
Limbless,Lifeless,a giant fallen.
Armagadeon has arrived,without warning
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate
Then the appropriate reply.
Calling the president for a comment.
"What do you think of unfolding events"?
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan.
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon,
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land,
Bring in new administrations,
Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers
Combining efforts in a stream.
Such a nightmare, awful dream
But in the present, the on going theme.
7/24/21
She ain't got a clue
And neither do
The rest of you
All this dumb s***
A continual ruckus
Spreading like a harmful fungus
Very little if any justice
Always in a state of numbness
Sometimes it all makes me sick to my stomach
While at the summit of a cliff
Feeling like I want to jump it
And plummet
Will suffer on or I'll be done quick
Don't sound the trumpets
Or act like Columbus
Animals and materials becoming scarce, no longer in abundance
At times it can be loveless
Yet sometimes wondrous
While going your own way or following a compass
Either nothing or something below and above us
Haven't found what I'm needing
Searching every day and evening
After whatever it is I'm seeking
Trying to grasp the true meaning
Of it all before I'm leaving
Beauty and terrible things I'm seeing
More than just a human being
Always taking a beating
Continually bleeding
Difficulty sleeping
Sometimes wheezing
Having trouble breathing
I use to often be dreaming
And scheming
It's all become displeasing
Despite what I was believing
Not doing well at stacking money to the ceiling
I've been in more than my feelings
It's gone past the point of screaming or weeping
Constantly reeling
And freewheeling
Before the paint starts peeling
Connecting the dots
This all has got to stop
I want a lot
Far past time I shot my shot
And pop it off
Right on the spot
My older bro watered half of the garden, in the back and front,
cause the weatherman said there'll be 50% chance of rain today.
Our Monopoly gameboard doesn't have pass go and collect $200,
--well it does,
but ours came with a knuckle-fisted older bro with 5-digits on the spot.
Dad keeps on saying that he'll get it fixed,
I wondered what he meant by that
as I look at Risqué our spaded cat.
My dad did this for my older bro -- the very top rung of our ladder is the word: S T O P!
[EXCERPT OF MY DAD--earlier post]--
(Mumbles Mom as being right about her list as to why the car had not started ...)
Dad "It's not about who's right, but it's about who's left." (Mumbles Dad about being married to an auto mechanic)
(Dad has gone under the hood and can't hear mom
Mom's shuffling papers, mumbling)
(Dad is back, good engine started, idling time)
Mom "The kid's new school papers say 'Emergency Contact',
should I put my mom's name?"
Dad, "Put the doctor's name, what can your mom do?"
(Sigh, idling stopped, cars in motion)
Dad, "Now to make more $."
Mom, "I thought we didn't have any $ problems?"
Dad, "We don't have $ problems, we've enough $ to last for a lifetime.
That should be about 4 o'clock this afternoon."
Dad's quiet--not mom.
Hawkish angels with golden bows
chase away shawnee and wolves.
A sinewy faith built the rough and ready.
We were pleased to claim this land
for Jesus.
Despite the tornadoes,
we continued to raise
Midwest cities
from a leather flogged bible.
We were conceived in closets
where ancestral bones watched.
Buried in leased plots;
stones marked our lack of,
or notable faith in affluence.
Just past Easter, cracks appeared
in a pink painted sky.
An ethereal plaster crumbled.
angelic limbs hung,
caught in a cracked tableau.
Plastic arrows littered marbled floors.
A mall dream, but the dream had legs
unseen, they kept running
on the spot.
Log cabins transported themselves
to Theme Parks.
The Tuesday after Easter
hope clogged casinos,
took root.
God began to fill
storage units
with all His kids
persnickety dreams.
WHEN I MEET AN UNKNOWN HONEY,
IT PUTS ME ON THE SPOT.
MY EYES AND NOSE
AND MY TASTE BUDS
REALLY WANT TO ROCK.
I LIKE A LITTLE MILK,
WITH MY HONEY PLEASE.
I'D LIKE TO TRY SOME HONEY,
FROM MANUKA TREE.
NOW SOURWOOD HONEY,
IS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE.
CHERRY BLOSSOM HONEY,
I CAN'T KEEP IT ON THE SHELF.
SOME ARE DARK SOME ARE BLOND.
OF DANDELION I'M VERY FOND.
BUCKWHEAT VS BLUEBERRY,
I PUT THEM TO THE TEST.
BLACKBERRY VS CHESTNUT,
THAT CHALLENGE PROVED THE BEST.
ASIAN PEAR AND APPLE,
PEACH AND ROSEMARY.
EVEN HAVE A HONEY
FROM EUCALYPTUS TREE.
FOREST HONEY, MAINLY FIR.
MONOFLORAL CREATES A STIR.
ACACIA, SUNFLOWER AND APRICOT.
I'LL SURRENDER MY TASTE BUDS,
RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT.
CLOVER, ORANGE BLOSSOM,
PEAR AND CRANBERRY.
IF IT HAS A BLOSSOM
THE TASTE SHOULD BE SO MERRY .
MY THOUGHTS ARE TRAPPED,
INSIDE A SWIRL.
WITH 500 HONEYS,
FROM AROUND THE WORLD.
Tumblewalker
Banked off the steady mountains, pushed on by memory
Through swollen gorges flushed with raging waters
Gathered by ancient storms without a warning
Pounding past the sandy rocks
Crashed through dams along the flooding path
As he held on to timber logs along the way
Then swept off by winds like prestidigitation
From disappearing south lands with conjured dice in hand
Tumblewalker rolled into Last Chance town to formulate a plan
Quick digits formed their sleight of hand
While Tumblewalker formulates a plan of action
Once he lands on land
He suddenly appeared in front of children pirate like
Seemingly from nowhere in sight
He scared them when he arrived
A black patch covered a missing eye
The other clouded, milky white, piercing, with limited sight
He grants the young ones wishes on the spot to settle them
Magic to be perfected and performed above the storm
He rolls one die. A one comes up. A snake eye
An omen more visible than not
This made the children fear a lot
He carried ancient water in a leather bag
An old wool blanket shrouded in a yellow dust
Covered all his vital parts and things he brought
Dice played a major role for his desires and devices
He kissed them twice for luck then vanished in their cast
Tumblewalker rolled out of Last Chance district
Taking his dice and one bad eye
In a singular milky white last lost glance around
On the same south winds now gone from town
Dematerialized, invisible in that instance
As though he never existed
Never seen before, never seen again, as foe or friend
He disappeared
As for the children; who gambled on the chance of magic
Got exactly what they wanted
And what was granted when they first wished it
Tumblewalker vanished as quickly as he had landed
And no one really missed him or his tricks, his dice
His little slice of life
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
The other members of the group would tease Lambent Shroud.
They’d speak in groans n puns too.
You’d sense lambent was a little uncomfortable with it all.
The other members of this amazing group were all tall, had numerous quirks, and spoke with crystal clear clarity.
They stood out even when alone.
Their high IQ, articulacy, and physical presence were obvious requirements for this enterprise.
They were constantly with each other hatching plans.
But Lambent may have had a begrudging “one who leads” complex.
But was the cordiality apparent and only for appearances?
Team leader Renee is Hazy and Albert is Rainbow.
The brain sessions were more often than not impromptu.
Hazy, Halcyon and Amber would seem like cerebral archers the way they bounced informal sessions off each other.
The other pairs, bright spark subgroups would have these on the spot conventions.
“Sparks would fly.
High IQ flashes sky high.
We never ever say die.”
Eerie notion, pie in the sky.”
The smart seven chipping in one by one generating a certain heat.
Even fleeting cabals.
Their brain cliques they nicknamed “Bouncers,”
Or “Pools.”
“Blessing and a boon. Under a shimmering moon. You’ll be lifting trophies soon.”
Lambent the awkward rhymer.
Wonder world had a strained crease on his face.
“Crackpot scheme, halbaked dream, eccentric team.”
In reply.
And so the banter used to go until someone ran out of ripostes.
There were daily meetings also on security updates devised by the team.
But there was much nod and wink, subterfuge.
Amber Leaf the accountant controlled the cash flow, dividends, “watertight insurance,” wages, general outlay.
But one got the impression that there was something afoot.
Amber and sylvan nudged;
“Should we rhyme as we speak or maybe tweak til next week.
Isn’t Lambent leaning a lot on his Shadow.
The Alter Ego.”
Who is this Shadow to begin with Amber asked?
An umbrella term
I was walking home one cold winter's night
On a country lane that was very dark
Odd feeling I had something wasn't right
Then behind me heard a growl and a bark.
I turned around but nothing could I see
T'was the midnight hour no one was about
My mind I thought is playing tricks on me
Then I heard it, a loud scream and a shout.
I froze on the spot overcome with fear
Thought I'd keel over from a heart attack
Loud shouting again it was getting near
I started running and didn't look back.
Then before me a dog with eyes bright red
I woke and vowed no more cheese before bed.
Written 28th April 2019
For Halloween fright poetry contest.
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.