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Lines reign rectangular beyond widely
sombre dour density of inhabitants
Living rendered responsible behind wisely
secure doors definitely insure us
Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry
Composite dismissed in driveway's reflection
Stranger to Earth's purposeful cycle
Continuum of plenty and scarcity
Cup overflows with options available
Convenience success declares to be
Money making matrix of tyranny
directs development's doctrine devours
Cataclysmic quick fix erect a thousand
nature inhibiting pattern of houses
Maze Ministers administer complacency
Tempered treacle assertions anethetise
Placated patients injected with necessity
Propel dominance of capitalism's rise
Studious city sews a hem pressed wide
Insidious greed knows a slow demise
Commodities local harvest would provide
Remote industry manoeuvre bulk supplies
Creek dipped reaching tree to residents listens
Combined myriad of incessant insects minuscule
Comical tousles, tasks of a toiling existence
Trials surmounted gain victories incremental
Environmentally in tune communities
easily trade effort borne resources
Trust, patience, guidance received
Compassion's fountain pours importance
Muscle of masses hinge bones as ligaments
Harvesting knowledge of fecundity's longevity
Endurance and learning with strength intersect
Woven contribution formulates society's liberty
Hatred is simply a fractious bug on the brain,
which doesn't always wash away with the rain
Neither the rain of love nor that of homily
But if you solemnly profess belief
in the God right above
let this even to atheists be a relief
that God only means love
for no religion preaches hatred to man or family
The wronged wishing to be placated
The tortured wishing to be avenged
Embittered humans provoked to evil hatred,
forgetting we are all but Adam's progeny, one kindred
Alas, hatred's a scenario that so costs humanity
Most of us are tired of hearing
of this cause and effect' circle of violence and repercussion
Why wilfully make yourself a target and fall in lasting perdition?
We don't wanna hear the hate crimes is a virus
that has no earthly cure
Since compassion is a vaccine to
prevent it for sure
Yet some might think this is easy to sing and easy to say
Gosh, but don't the world need
more die-hard supporters of peace till judgement day?
Keep the peace and spread it.!!
Do your bit, come use your wit.
Swat and squash the hate bug from your mind and heart
Promote love and compassion even with words and art
Don't burn the bridges,
rather mend the fences
Don't view each other
with hatred's lenses!
Grace in-pours from the baby’s fontanel
That soft, tender spot on top of it’s head
In time gaps close, blocking God’s miracle
We become a man of the world, well bred
Desires pursued, till point of exhaustion
We recognise pain follows fleeting joy
Thus ceasing striving, we choose cessation
Dwelling in silence, free from ego’s ploy
Back to the start, our crown’s activated
This time around, by divine magnetism
Lower mind’s cravings are all placated
Vibrant and aglow, becomes body prism
Earth life is short, so let us not waste time
Heeding love’s chime, meld with divine sublime
03-March-2022
The scuffling duo sparred in the park
Their screams and shouts so very marked
A bag was clutched in the woman's hand
A man had grabbed it while he harangued
"Let go!" He shrilled and tugged it more
"Tis mine, not yours!" The woman swore
The strap tore his hand, he released his grip
The woman fell back in one mighty trip
Another spoke out with voice strong and stern
"It belongs to her, so it must be returned."
The other placated the poor fallen lass
He showed her the bag with gold coloured hasp
The woman leapt up, grabbed the bag and was gone
"It belonged to my wife." Said the man all forlorn
"Oh I'm sorry." Said the other, watching her go
Laughing and jeering, bag firmly in tow
She headed toward a blue, murky pond
The path, alongside, was slippy beyond
Now her footing was lost to the slime and the mud
As she sallied forth into furthermore sludge
The man strode swiftly to view her demise
With a duck on her head holding its prize
The little red bag was firm in its beak
So the man took it back and the duck said quack quack.
The voice is mine and yet not,
I have nurtured it, both goaded,
and placated it,
until its tongue is as liquid as molten
silver.
It is not human, never was.
It came to me as a stray dog would,
though it is more a bird than canine,
for it will fly up into my throat.
without any help from my mind.
Perhaps it is that fabled muse,
yet it is also,
a hag and a crone,
sometimes a sweet-faced harlot.
I cannot count its many faces.
It is a male wolf, a stag in the wilderness,
its call is a summons for my ghost to speak,
to feast upon the vapor
of a blood script.
Gentled am I, made meek and mild,
A mute angel roams my earth,
it hunts for white doves.
The captured birds are taught
to mark scratches upon a plasmid velum,
symbols that utter the un-utterable.
I have this strange-strangers voice,
I have a hollow stem
that rises up to pierce a deep inward sky,
what it will say next, what it has now said,
and what I am now,
only the voice knows.
She was like a bull
in the sunshine—
angry one moment,
then happy the next.
That’s what Olivia was:
the way she was with
everyone.
A short series of well-
regulated emotional
stability, followed by
a long series of emotional
outbursts.
She was loved,
and she was hated.
She was kind, then she
was cruel.
But most of all, she
was confused—
confused about why people left her,
confused about why she couldn’t
stay happy, or calm, or
placated.
Olivia was like a bull
in the sunshine.
She wanted to love,
but she just couldn’t bring
herself to give it to
everyone.
Sold by your own compulsion, full on disgust rot & rust you've given into another indulgence.
The waste of day into another loss of light, inside the ever eluding conscience, empty as black as the night.
No trace of the bounty with none in nothingness, a face diluted & drowning. Obsession straight inside your mindlessness.
Like wax's continuous drip.
Skin melted in this mind, a fact that keeps the contortions broken inside.
The never ending shifting water...
The ever changing wind, reflections look like slaughter.
Watch your thoughts twist then bend, never knowing where to begin nor where to end.
Like that of the forever hath, acknowledge what's true, reality read in epitaph.
Should've taken hold,
learning from young to old.
Material fortune easily lost, a fu*ktard is simple, no will or character to emboss.
If thoughtlessness was piss, then your surely drinking this!
Nothing descends.
Nothing gained.
Nothing missed.
Placated by stupidity.
Dilapidated in lividly.
Pink as the sunset high above
indigo and rose sprinkles on caramel;
Now go on take a bite;
Killing with slow acting poison
sounds like the stuff of fairytales;
Placated with sugar like arsenic
rolled into the sweetness of your skin;
Ingested with every bite , a silent mark
nothing destroy dreams of happily ever after;
Kidnapped but always were willing,
led by the promise of something more;
Eating those pink sprinkled apples
dangerous dreams to the heart speak,
appetite for those that are weak;
Pretty little smiles of innocence,
plagued by no knowledge of a true villain;
Letting their heart run away with their minds
euphoria filled such precocious eyes;
Seduced by the belief in poisoned pink apples.
Republicans’ son, from Kingaroy
Trained as a chef in the big smoke
Drugs and drinking delivered joy
Running thousand acre farm, a joke!
Designer biscuit job was all he spoke
Bulk overtime on beginners’ salary
Folks raised his daughter, mother left
Her tuition sapped him, posh gallery
Hung far higher than menial chef
Daughter’s school money drain heft
Dating App attempt eventually gave
Fresh prospect, Poison Grape her name
Eight year celibate, keen to misbehave
Incredulous, he didn’t have any game
When finally they got together, so lame!
Three inch below huge belly disappoint
Somehow she still seemed hooked
Horace cooled, no invite to visit his joint
Impetus to continue faded after first look
When she asked him over, he’d sook
Lectured his intention of long term love
Phone calls reassured her, placated
Dancing, pretty singing, mood lifted above
Didn’t convince three inch to be inflated
Lingerie and massage, still unsatiated
Avoided her, heart hidden in horrible fact
Her gregarious glamour overwhelmed
Lifestyle she deserved, his income lacked
Side by side slaving was his only realm
Thank god she bled, sense took the helm
Stark short time ago history
27th June
Raised requirements heaps!
attention internalised
thought flow rested
my heart was at peace
though earth life tested
I became a witness
motionless in vast space
doing nothing thus
I invoked God’s grace
fears and desires ebbed
bliss magnetism was activated
no demons then remained
needing to be placated
one night in vibrant stillness
debts of love were recalled
seeing misdeeds of my past
I was repentant and appalled
at that moment God appeared
in light soft white yet bright
He erased past transgressions
and said it is alright
God then gently held my hand
and said be joyous on this earth
live out your life span in peace
with heart bubbling in mirth
He revealed we too are as He
made in His image ~ living light
earth is a school to grow in wisdom
love taking us on a wingless flight
such was my encounter with God
He reveals Himself when it is time
however we always hear His voice
betwixt love’s bliss beat chime