Long Poisoning Poems
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If you have not read my "Girl Rising" poem
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Rise up from your chair
Do not be complacent
Do you not hear your sister
She cries out for justice
Are you being raised to be her jailor
Who has fed you a pie filled with lies
Baked in the pit of hell
Coated in religiosity
Served with justification
The contents poisoning your mind
Destroying your soul
Rise from your chair
Stand with your sisters
Beside them
Not above them
You were not born to be master
Their time is now
Stand on the side of freedom
Education
Equality
That time is now
One day
You will raise daughters
Give them a new world
Filled with possibilities
Limitless
Strength
A world you helped create
All because
You stood
You said
Enough
The time for change is now
We live our lives so free and easy
not thinking for a moment all we hear
stop for a moment think what you've heard
even in past 24 hours so much so near
Our minds taking into our thoughts
so much dirt and damaging stuff
we need a cleansing filter there
to make a stop, say that's enough!
Why do we drink this poison easily?
can't it be seen in the glass?
surely it's clear, your eyes to see
we really listen to too much gas
Why don't we turn it off at source?
take no chances again anymore
the effects makes us feel sick
just get up out the exit door
Poisoning our mind from a glass
never should it touch our lips
knowledge increased to cut it off
be clean be spotless on your trips
("We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick.")
- Atticus (Philosopher)
According to the Book of Genesis, God created the oceans on the second day of creation by separating the waters from the dry land. God looked at what He created and it was good.
"I am one, but we are many, we must be motivated to motivate others. Every time you discard a plastic container there is a chance it will wind up in an ocean. Say NO to single use plastic items, It’s a start” The Poet.
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Such a dream, not the recurring one of falling.
The Pacific Ocean - to me it was calling.
“The people of earth are poisoning me,
discarded plastics are thrown needlessly.”
“They form a canopy, stopping the sun.”
the ocean, begging for help, "something must be done"
Dreaming, I explained that I’m only one.
“Imperative that it’s stopped, humans must unite.”
“The world must be shown all the damage and my plight.
you must organise groups to join the fight.”
“This is urgent, the rubbish is smothering me.
Humans, please see I’m not a garbage tip for free.”
“I control climates, create, oxygen to breathe.
Economies rely on me, so now I seethe.”
Showing anger and desperation, it would seem,
the Pacific Ocean intensified my dream.
The ocean like a furious banshee,
waves fiercely explode then merge to the angry sea.
I awake so motivated to make a start.
The Pacific Ocean needs me to do my part.
When did grass become a religion?
The perfect green, weed-free lawn
The goal of every homeowner?
Whole companies now exist solely
To maintain this suburban vision
With “lawn control” fertilizers and
A multitude of weed killer sprays,
In the process destroying habitat
And poisoning butterflies and the bees
We need for pollination of fruits,
Vegetables and a host of flowering plants.
Constant watering depletes reserves
And wastes our precious resource.
Hail to those who have dandelions
And chickweed growing in their lawn
Or those who plant native grasses
And hardy local plants and flowers.
Hurrah for those who opt for vegetable
Gardens in the place of lawns and who
Plant shrubs and flowers that attract
and nurture the elements of nature.
There is a vision we hold,
It's value in what we've been told,
The reason so many souls are sold,
Working life away to acquire Gold,
Molding their existence.
What is its significance?
The difference from another stone,
Alone it does nothing,
Only brings in problems,
Robbing them of peace.
Others looking for a piece,
Greasing the greed in them,
Only shown we needed some,
A little crumb planting a weed.
Feeding families in need,
The shimmering greed,
Poisoning earths seeds.
Dirty deeds making enemies,
Turning beauty into pennies,
Keeping the people from getting any,
Many crying and dying creating scrutiny,
We have a Mutiny in reverse,
As the curse is lifted,
Only the gifted can see,
The truth behind money,
I think you'll find funny,
The value it is assigned,
Is defined within your mind,
Signed by the soul,
That's how it will roll,
Gold stole the power you hold,
Devouring a life you were told,
was about just growing old,
watching it all unfold.
I trace bitter trials of
another Helios spark~
as a collapsed marionette,
barely seeing colors of clarity,
between onyx-glazed flames,
tangled in the hollow temple
carved in medieval calligraphies,
bleeding seething scars,
incensed with coiled confusion~
reverberating macabre voices
that thrum distant decays,
clouding inner dusk
with disoriented dandelions.
Yet heaven waits above
the impregnated wilderness,
its unlocked gates eager
to wrap me in cryptic clusters
of withered, cold oleanders,
poisoning my poetic pulse
with ceaseless critique~
as if
I am a sacrilegious sin~
no longer your muse,
but a blistering burden,
unmoved by the warmth
of frozen asteroids,
a gossamer blasphemy,
suffocating the spectral sighs
singing star-spun psalms
to the swan-soft skin
of the mythologized moon,
still plagued by malignant memories
of truth I once wore~
a frangipani on the fervent frills
of your milky-quartz dreamscape,
now a festering flicker
of bewitched demons,
a phantom ember
breathing elegies
for a dark romance
long deceased...
You'll remain my immortal camellia
soaked in the crimson
wet rush of raining silence,
oblivious to the ominous
odes etched to the cosmos,
mirroring chaos in my heart,
as every chamber within
homes glacial grief~
frost-clawed rivers
ferrying forlorn phrases,
stirring the air
that emanates triggers,
casting tiger-snake spells
from the slithering angst
of Medusa’s mourning mane,
turning midnight runes of my soul
into stone-rinsed sorrow,
cradled in the dust
of distress, forevermore…
The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
Former President, Ronald Dump, who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former President Barrrrron Van Dump, in the lunar by-election. President Dump will be taking up his forty year term at his office-in-the-round penthouse suite at ‘Lunar-Tic Towers’. This magnificent golden palace-like structure is situated on the fringes of the 29th bunker on the dark side of the moon. Naturally, it is a member’s only golf club and entry is strictly by special invitation only. It will be staffed by scantily costumed Honey-Bunny girls and models who the Dump handpicks. They will attend to every need and whim of his guests, unless he requires their expertise "handling."
President Dump will be supported by his android wife, Argenta, (humanoid model number 3060 with real hair and life-like body parts) who superseded the old model 'Milionairluva', who sadly could not be revived due to silicon and botox poisoning which ran rampantly throughout her Barbie doll body
The Lunar-Tic Towers will be totally off limits to the paparazzi so there can be no photographs taken of the Irn Bru brewing facility of his favourite drink which was banned in Scotland. He seeks to insure that no "fake news" stories are leaked by the press.
In his bid to tackle rising unemployment, currently standing at 99.6%, Dump will be advised by his new best friend and strategist, Kym Dung Hung Lo. This humanitarian almost obliterated the human race by detonating a nuclear warhead at the Dung Hung Lo Toy Factory which was caused when Dung Hung Lo threw his dolly out of the pram. So impressed by such a move, Dump hired him and invited Dung Hung Lo to be his number 2 to succeed him.
May God bless the earth, what little is left of her .. she needs all the help she can get with these two lunar tics in charge
6/1/18
100 year Contest sponsored by Brian Davey
Earth beings, we of the “Intergalactic Federation of Peaceful Planets”, after sending our Ambassador to your planet, regret that we must issue this warning.
Your barbarous ways, which you so carelessly refer to as, civilized, prompt us to consider potential actions. Despite your vile behavior, you possess the capacity for enlightenment, therefore deciding upon any action against you, will be been delayed.
Your abuses to one another and other species has revealed serious flaws in your reasoning skills. The death of your planet is imminent whether you destroy it, yourselves or force us to do so. No longer can we allow you to do harm for that harm resonates throughout the universe, affecting other planets, as well. You have no right to harm others throughout the galaxy.
You began your Millennium by poisoning the Moon with your projectiles; its effects have caused disease within your solar system. Since then, you have continued your destruction on planet Mars. Your results were negative because we intervened; you are immature babies playing with deadly toys.
Your wars continue to spread death throughout your universe. This must stop now! The death you bring to others will come back to you. This we promise if you do not change your ways.
You have limited time and a choice; change now and join our Federation in promoting peace among the universes or continue on this futile path. Without your willing change, we will act with no regrets, for we will preserve universal life, the greater good!
5-4-2021
A Poem of Horror Poetry Contest
Funom Makama
...under oak, poplar and terebinth,
where the shade is pleasant.
Hosea 4:13b (NIV)
WHERE THE SHADE IS PLEASANT
Let’s gather daughters and sons
into the complacent shade,
arrest our minds
with shady thoughts.
Meditate of mindful things,
writhing and diamond rings
— noses poked, like cattle folk
under the pious tree.
The light sans sun,
moony-eyed whites
in transfiguration,
venerating mother nature.
Mushrooms and mold
in shady rooms,
poisoning of youthful lusts,
posturing of prostitutes.
Look to the hills then,
to mountaintops…
Follow the stick of wood
to its wick —
a sacrificial burning.
But prey tell me,
will you be left with a stump
when your demon burns to the ground?
Elah and Alon hold hands
looking to the figure on the cross.
The perfect shade dissolves the dross.
Nails, splintered wood, wormwood thorns disappear
as the Savior ascends past wooden clouds.
Look past the pretentious shade!
Look past the mountains and hills!
Look past the sun!
Look there with branches held high!
See the Son of God! Look to holy things!
Bow at His holy feet!
Be lifted up by holy hands,
the One’s that hail,
“Well done!”
5/31/2018
Matt 25:23 His master replied, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”
*Alon and Elah - Oak and Terebinth trees
Is your mind in the gutter,
full of what you shouldn't utter?
Or perhaps it's your conscience
which eats you alive with slanderous nonsense--
about your ex, matters of sex, or your neighbor's pecs?
Heh-heh, join the club, bub.
You're not going to drown in this tub
--Glub, glub, glub--
You won't necessarily be snubbed
Or flub the proverbial dub.
There is a solution to all this pollution
of your most precious resource,
your mind,
of course.
Just take a deep breath, heave a huge sigh;
Look up at the sky; LOL, "My oh my."
Then flip the switch,
Count your blessings;
That'll get rid of
What is depressing:
Fuming over how much your ex hates you and you her?
--Start counting the days since you had to occupty the same space with her.
Now there, don't you feel better already, your load a bit lighter?
Seething because you haven't had sex since the passing of Tyrannosaurus Rex?
--Start counting all the partners who you avoided who'd have cursed you
with a hex.
Whew! Aren't you happy now that you didn't bite off more than their fair
necks?
Jealous of the shape your neighbor's in? Plotting to undo his diet & do him in?
--Start recalling all the meals you've enjoyed that you've have had to skip:
I'll bet in a minute or two you'll be convinced that life for him is a gyp.
The grass is always greener on the other side:
When we start rolling in the mud, we slip and then slide
into negative thoughts and soul-poisoning contemplation,
at which time what's called for is refreshment and rejuvenation,
starting with a change of the the mind's diaper, to rid it of a load
of toxic pollutants and misdirected fury untold.
April 16, 2018