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The fall is being chased by the restless earth
Longing for self-destruct
Melting peat in soil melting contest
Bind the selected space guard
Carbon in the seepage of the earth
Mother Earth sincerely caressed him to death
His life for the carbon ascetics
To remain silent until the time comes
As the faithful lava flow in silence said
Until the time is over
Though litter embraces carbon
Lovebirds carve Indonesian forest dates
Grow all the roots to pierce
Grow a glorious tree
The sled fauna rejoices eternally
Until the virtual green flora
The greed of evil has arrived
Grind humus carbon hermit
Separate trash with iron claws
Stab until the last deep contest
Scattered swarms of carbon
Scattered with burning trash
Soaring high heats space
Forced to gather in the greenhouse
Until the threshold is hard
The heat wakes up the white hermit
The frozen one dwells at the poles of Mother Earth
Like the hell torn apart by the coldness of heaven
Melting white hermit stretches across the oceans
No need for a full moon anymore for the high seas
Where else can we knit peat?
Where else is the hornbill humming?
Where else can you make friends
Where else does the tree title point
Where else do the ants follow
Mother Earth's green carpet is uprooted
Moaning longing for the faithful
Only fog answers
Silencing forest telepathy
There is no distance between shattering and melting
Barbarism overturns manners
Unlicensed emission
Neat! Archaic anarchist party
Caress that are no longer effective
Rahara with money wins the ring
Like heaven that covers the candala
Persuade to crouch
Worship the forest eater
Neat! Rain is not fresh anymore
Slicing squat bones
Acid until the roots are sour
No more customizable blankets
What's missing are empty tones
Who leaves raindrops
Quietly bid farewell to the roar of the chainsaw
Net zero emissions?
On tons of carbon footprint
Return carbon fiber to earth's peat
Persuade again longing to fall to earth
The litter that used to be drifting slowly
Perched gently on the love of the earth
Accompany the carbon ascetic who doesn't keep his promise
I'm here
Wana Gosong, 24.10.2021
Seeking Ever The More, Greatest Of Truths
I.
The soul, which like a heart true beats
hers to my love forever weds
singing songs that passions entreat
to invite joy to lover's bed
tho' Fate oft dances as it cheats.
II.
And Spring gifts its sweet heated thaw
winter fades into hidden caves
across the land its warmth crawls
as mortals for this bounty rave
tho' Fate oft plays as it slow gnaws.
III.
This earth with its great darkness yields
too little to the meek and mild
as bright flowers bloom far afield
life gives us mother and dear child
tho' Fate oft ruins what man builds.
IV.
Nature, with its measured turns
glorifies its resplendent sun
as its hot flames so brightly burn
we mortals ever seek more fun
tho' Fate oft our milk overturns.
V.
Life, this great force we hold so dear
is but whispers in flowing winds
yet with faith be we of good cheer
hope rests beyond the river bends
tho' Fate oft kindles our deep fears.
VI.
This sad truth our hearts must now hear
man is made of mere flesh and bones
Life and Soul felt more when in tears
saddest love hold dark overtones
tho' Fate oft casts its sharpest spears.
VII.
And in wisdom comes greater light
for we may walk blinded and lost
as love's soft pleasures conquers night
new dawns may sprinkle gleaming frost
tho' Fate oft kills much with its spite.
R.J. Lindley,
June 12th, 1975
Rhyme, ( Verses Birthed From Midnight Dreams )
Presented as was written, no edits to poem...
Old Note: June 12th, 1975
I do not know what future brings
whether with joy Life sweeter sings
dearer are my verse passions now
ink stains paper, as my muse prowls.
New Note: September 28th, 2019
I see what my past hath me brought
once in life my soul was thus caught
between devil and deep blue sea
but Lord did have mercy on me!
I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR TERRORISTS THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES FROM JAMAICAN DRUG DEALERS OPERATION BRAITHEWAITE JOHNSON THE FBI INSTALLED WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD 1988 THIS DANGEROUS DRUG CARTEL IN NORTH CHICAGO ILLINOIS MY CHILDREN AND I SEATED WITH SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON CHICAGO I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS 988 CRISIS RIGHT 988 TO 989 TAKING DOWN CLIFFORD JONES OVER 20 DEALERS AND 30 ISLANDERS FROM JAMAICAN I SIGNED OFF ON THE DRUG BUYS EUTH THE STATE DEPARTMENT TO MY HORRID SURPRISE THE JAMAICAN DEALERS NIECES BEGAN PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME IN ORDER TO HAVE ALL THE CASES OVERTURNED UNDER SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND AND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH CORRUPTION ABUSE OF POWER IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY WITH THE DRUG DEALERS NIECES FALSIFYING FBI INFORMANT FILES IN ORDER TO LAUNDER THE JAMAICAN CARTEL OF DEALERS DRUG OPERATION UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM THIS IS HUGE THE EXTREME IDENTITY FRAUD THEE IMPERSONATING OF AN FBI INFORMANT ACTUALLY OVERTURNS EVERY CONVICTION CARRIED OUT BY SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BREACH HORRID OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE EXPOSING ME TO DEATH EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN FBI INFORMANT TO HUNDREDS MAYBEY THOUSANDS CONVICTED FROM 1988 TO 1989 THRU 1995 ONGOING 2025 EVERYONE ARRESTED CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS ARE INDEED APART OF THE IDENTITY FRAUD OF AN FBI INFORMANT EXPOSING ME TO BE MURDERED THIS CREATED A SEVERE BREACH IN ALL THOSE CONVICTIONS THAT MEANS MANY PEOPLE SERVED 20 YEARS UNDER SPECIAL AGENT BRAND FALSE INFORMANTS FALSE CONVICTIONS ABUSE OF POWER
YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
The night closes the windows, and
The sky has become a crystal house,
Shining crystal windows,
The Moon
Has sketched through them -
Through the entire alabaster sanctuary.
A single star was sending down
A crystal cable,
And passed its plough across the earth,
Unearthing embraced bodies,
Couples chained
Around the round earth.
Their speech clung everywhere,
Through droplets of words, lost upon the earth -
The same language that stars do not touch.
And the crystal globe spun -
And the coiled bodies with it.
But the sky did not spin,
Nor the majestic stars with it –
They remain anchored,
Each with its sword of light
Plunged into the earth,
Each bound to the immense plough
That furrows our lives.
So stands time, the eternal farmer,
Stretching his seed of crystal through the darkness,
Halving our dreams and years,
With a hand that seems never to rest.
We spectate, spectral, in this dust of life,
Where love and fate share an embrace,
Crying silently while the unyielding cosmos
Continues to sing its cosmic ballad, moist with unseen tears.
Oh, divine plough that overturns kingdoms and hearts alike,
That breaks the midnight soil, turning love into a relic,
Unleashing silent groans beneath the starry canvass -
You build us and unravel us in the rhythm of a spinning sphere.
Our pairings, our bondings, walk upon the giant orbit,
Generating echoes that beat in the crystal silence of space,
And slicing the infinite shadows with every furrow.
Will the star continue to watch us,
When we, at last, dissolve into the earthly evening's darkness?
Nature’s palette of golden paints overturns,
autumn's spectrum spills on color-burst landscape.
As the heat of the summer air dissipates away
The sapphire shine suffuses the crystalline sky
Crisp breeze ripples on the gilded thicket canopy
The rustling leaves perform the last fiery dance
As the summer birds leave the nests and fly away
Pearls of dew on the meadow craft silver crown
At crimson dawn it sparkles in ethereal splendor
Wait to freeze when the northern winds will blow.
Sitting alone by the window open on sprawling lawn,
departing music of the wilted leaves I hear as they fall,
the glare of the scorching summer sun has melted,
the sign of autumn’s chromatic footfall I see beguiled.
The smoky dust screen has blown away to far horizon,
the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the depth of azure.
Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of the meadow turning fawn.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
the dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on fallow ground.
The setting sun ignites inferno in the seamless satin sky,
makes surreal collage of vermillion ember blazing bright.
In lilac sunset my heart is drenched by the twilight drizzle,
soaking its glow I’ll greet the stars in pellucid autumn night.
For my freezing times in the gloom of the winter I’ll hold
the warmth of the touch of autumn’s remnant afterglow.
October 11, 2021
The final form is Free verse
Contest : Let's Mix It Up
Sponsor : Constance La France
Every time I see that pretty face
Blossoming the world around, like flower in a vase.
Those eyes sparkle defying the sunshine,
Suddenly the reflection on me and I’m not mine.
The smile that takes away all your attention,
A laugh that puts you in awe, that I don’t have to mention.
Keeps me wondering over god’s creative beauty,
You feel like protecting it, even if it’s not your duty.
Wish you could be a reason for smile,
Wish you could cherish her every once in a while.
Wish you could hold that moment and never let go,
Wish you witness it every day in a row.
When it’s in front of you, all words fell short,
Overwhelmed, startled, you get stuck! can’t say a lot.
Every time I see that pretty face, I tend to think;
What makes it so special, that you won’t even blink.
They say, “don’t get fooled over that pretty charm”,
Well until you are totally knocked over, what’s the harm?
The real pretty face holds a true pretty heart,
It’s a great loss, if you can’t differ fake and real apart.
It might be an illusion that overturns so many,
People do get tip over, that’s an apparent irony.
But all we wish is our gamble fits right our prediction,
The face we’ve fallen for turns out to be true, hearty contemplation.
Sometimes you stumble upon, sometimes get mesmerized,
I know what it’s like, every time you see that pretty face…… :-)
PRATEEK SHUKLA
Rearing on stardust, hungry for adventure
Grazing the evergreen imaginings
Beauty poised for new beginnings
Infer my taming abilities as head you lower
Enthral my youth with a thousand horsepower
Grasping your mane, you smell my fears
In my whimper, taste my naive years
Tears of joy along temples doubts overpowered
Your enchanted saddle is all I ever needed for comfort
A pencil with no lead drew your images in the soil
How I dreaded rain your grace would spoil
Until I grew a thick skin from walking barefoot
Palms stencil about your throbbing torso
You’ve taken my innocence too far
To a space cowboy on a distant star
In a perpetual somersault like a coin toss
To land on your wing...who needs a bicycle?
When I can take off to Andromeda
Time travel like a fearless gladiator
With the subtlety of a pen overcome any obstacle
Your quill completes my hand like ink to paper
I don’t believe in superstition, but your myth
Your wingspan overturns all reason and truth
For me to raise my calling to more than just a whisper
07-29-2015
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: All That You Are
tomorrow’s a new day
when
this
night
will be forgotten
And
the light
and the might
of the eager armies
surging to war
we’ll have forgotten
what the fight had been for
and the wind whispers peaceful death
over grass reaching for height
and the moon in the morning sky
and the silver-hot fright
which the living things move by
driven to flight
when the quickening pulse
and the mood is just right
when the life-shedding earth snake
pulls my skin around tight
i will cling to the new grass
Like the cold morning frost
i will sing to the very last
i will sing very lost
Like the song of the deep sea
Like the howl of the stray dog
who scours the night streets
outlined in the dense fog
when the earth overturns itself
yet again as it always does
when the ends of the universe
touch me, soft like my mother’s blood
i will change in the darkness
like a lady undressing
i will cast in my fury
every trapping and dressing
I will rage in the silent storm
I will find peace at last
I will blaze across eons
I will lie in the grass
Corruption in the rumours and on the scenes
High profile slaps and cattle vaccines
Taxes, levies and airport leases
Pleasure decreases and pressure increases
Critics disappear in a bid to peddle fear
Rage and despair always lingers in the air
In the web of science and in the display of art
But it all meets a deaf ear and a hardened heart
Cry much tears and make much noise
But nothing under the sun presents choice
We are in the middle of a humbling occasion
Where we turn to God in desperation
We have tried change in its ranges
And for ages in sin and its wages
And the overturns have brought us to this
Where justifiers of war are men of peace
We now recall unheeded warnings
Now that we suffer squeezed earnings
But that is water under the bridge
We scale in huff the steepness to the ridge
Armed with no trust in fellow man
Neither buying his promise nor plan
And this I will teach my children
To cast faith only to God in Heaven.
K. Muitherero
What is it that we call wisdom?
And where is it that it is found?
It is no place in the land of the living,
Nor can it be bought by the pound.
It cannot be valued with bars of gold
Nor exchanged for a weight of jewels.
For rubies and pearls, it can’t be sold;
But its fame is mentioned in finer schools.
Our God understands the way thereof,
For He knows the end of the earth
And sees beneath the heaven above,
Can weigh rain and wind for its worth.
It is watched and declared by God,
By the way of the thunder’s lightning.
Thus, wisdom is the fear of the Lord,
So, to man all His ways are frightening.
By it God puts His hand to a mountain,
Overturns it to reveal its precious things,
Makes waters flow as in a fountain,
Cuts thru rocks for rivers and springs.
By Him hidden treasure comes to light,
That no fierce animal has ever seen.
It is the wisdom given by God’s might:
A path to God known only by human being.