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Doves cry when the earth is being disturbed
When there's conflicts and war they are perturbed
For doves are the dear Lord's symbols of peace
They bring olive branches to help wars cease.
Doves also represent the joy of love
The golden gift from heaven up above
They coo-coo-coo to attract their life mate
Then build a nest for them to populate.
Doves sing their song to tell you that they're near
A song that's soothing and moving to hear
Their musicality is a calm balm
Alike listening to a holy psalm.
Stay as innocent as doves Jesus said
Never let evil thoughts enter your head
Doves appear when one has a troubled mind
On angelic wings, bringing love sublimed.
Mother is just a simple word,
that often in the home is heard.
A noun, a person young or old,
a verb which many roles enfold.
Ordained by God, children to birth,
And populate the virgin earth.
To nurture them with tender care,
an instrument His love to share.
The one who holds a nation’s reins,
she educates her children’s brains.
When mother fails to play her role,
the whole society pays the toll.
Instead of demeaning her role
Let’s lift up Mother on a pole.
When governments usurp her place
What baleful woes societies face.
Let’s celebrate this Mother’s Day
not in the usual kind of way.
Resolve to preserve mother’s role,
So, society can remain whole.
Swelling waters rage across the land;
two foot, three, four…water-tantrum’s take their toll;
capturing houses and cars.
The collection grows with every storm.
Tempests wage their war on unsuspecting trees and crops;
limbs whirl about the airways. frantically.
Four legged’s seek the higher ground for, safety’s sake;
hurricane is a non-discriminatory beats;
attacking everyone and everything in its path.
Whirling, swirling wind-tops, cut through land, neighborhoods, cities and forests;
flinging debris like a child throwing a temper-tantrum.
A spoiled brat in a rage.
Land will renew with time, cities will be re-built and birds will populate woods,
forests and parks once again; provided that,
hurricane tantrum does not repeat itself, too soon.
Nature’s children can be fussy and destructive to,
people who upset the natural balance of things.
Everything that exists has a purpose;
from the cockroach to the human.
When each does it’s part, a balance is achieved.
Kill the rats off and the pests that feed off of them;
infect dogs, cats, livestock and even homes.
Frack-crack the earth’s crust-to-the-core and
tectonic plates slide too far;
carcinogens flood water and wetlands;
killing off billions of lives.
Man, mammal, bird and fish…all gone.
Obliterate the trees and you obliterate oxygen;
obliterate oxygen and you…extinguish all life.
The human beast has, an uncanny ability to do as,
they please; never considering the consequences of,
their actions.
It’s so easy to blame nature’s other children for,
human carelessness and mistakes;
Preaching about responsibility while avoiding it.
People change, whether you like it or not; if you can see it or notice it…; a beautiful thing. People tend to drift apart. Some people even stay together; life's a mystery. At the same rate it’s not uncommon for people to be in love. It’s all too common, unfortunately, for this feeling to be one sided. Utter heart ache, pains and struggle. Daily and nightly, another love lost lust, crushed with one thrust, and poof… Dust, laugh, lie, hide and deny, but these feelings do not subside. We give up… We try… We give up... We try… Again, it seems impossible to win. We lose… We blame drugs and over populate schools. Minimize facts and simplify rules. Clear your brain and expose your jewels. Endless knowledge for all to share; singular consciousness bonded by life and treated unfair. If you change for the good, that outcome is rare. Live as one equal. For better or worse, till death do we part? In the end of it all just know in your heart... People change and people drift apart…
-Ironic Zinc, Sometime in August of 2013
Each of us = our own worst enemy
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked
vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style
unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile
proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture
including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse
good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.
Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.
We populate our LeftBrain language with nouns.
We populate our RightBrain relational verbs with objects,
with objectives,
cooperatively positive
and competitively mistrusted
as notnot double-binding negative.
We populate this bicameral life with animated subjects
and unanimated,
static objects.
We animate Earth-bound sensory experience
with dynamic integrity toward growth
regenerate maturation of health,
and dynamic disintegration toward dissonance
decaying pathologies.
We dynamically learn with Earth's animate objectives
which are ergodically abundant rhythms of integrity
and which are also destined for,
at risk of,
negative correlational exformation,
co-arising decomposition,
reverse notnot ergodic,
one dynamic system moving backward through time
toward embryonic beginnings
of hypostatic uniting integrity's potential,
rebirthing new creolic animism,
a new systemic word for what had been two or more.
We ergodically populate relational languages
retelling embryonic creation
and desecration stories,
rhythm spiraling spacetime patterns
of nature-spirits
nondual
co-arising from seasons,
spring birth toward death of winter's stasis,
forecasting summer's diastatic maturation
for repopulating autumn's language harvest
of creolizing relationships,
degenerate implied within
dynamic positive regenerate erections,
objectives,
objects,
reasons for ergodic fertile seasons
yet to dynamically co-arrive.
of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as average.
this chap neither exalts in arrogance, haughtiness, orneriness...nor does emasculate, humiliate, lacerate...his being.
tis modesty i strive for despite the (all to quick to judge via initial virtual impression) predicated on my predilection to populate poems (and/or prose) with ponderous pedantic particular pun dit tree.
One day God visited His friend
on a strange trip, His friend to send.
“Wherever your journey takes you
I’ll give those who, from you issue.
Not knowing then where he should go
God’s friend obeyed, and his faith showed.
He took his wife and all he owned
and wandered in God’s twilight zone.
God loved to speak to him in dreams
and to unfold His lofty schemes.
He pledged to make his seed like sand,
and vowed to give them Canaan's land.
When Sodom reached the peak of shame
and God could not, its evils tame,
He shared His plan with his dear friend
revealing Sodom’s fiery end.
And when God’s friend, upon a whim
decided to reason with Him,
to spare Sodom from judgment day,
God heard what His friend had to say.
Then, as God’s friend was getting old,
His heart doubted what he was told.
The promises the Lord had made,
All seemed to be so long delayed.
He tried a plan to help God out
Taking his wife’s suggested route.
The child so born was not the seed
whom God promised to give the deed.
And when God’s time was fully run,
Sarah’s dead womb produced a son.
His seed became a nation great
who Canaan’s land would populate.
God’s friends are those who follow Him
Though called to go out on a limb.
Their hearts with unfeigned faith abound,
and real life with their feats resounds.
Haibun
Inky dark night. Jewels in the heavens sparkle like diamonds in a necklace. The Seven Sisters wink seductively while trying to sit in Cassiopeia’s Chair. Orion chases Ursa Major and her cub when he stops to slake his thirst from the Big Dipper. Great Leo butts’ heads with mighty Aries. Sirius, the Dog Star, is the glowing eye of Canis Major as she helps Orion track Ursa. Faint Polaris guides mariners to home port from the tail of The Little Dipper.
new moon
a black palette rules the sky
stars come out to play
The distant galaxies show off their faint light as clustered pinpoints as if the black curtain were pricked multiple times by a needle. Sagittarius points the way to the center of the Milky Way. Nurseries of star forming clusters birth new babies to populate the sky as old ones blow up and die. In the middle lie the monstrous supermassive black holes which suck all light in to their mighty maws bending time and gravity to their will.
are they our ancient home
signals from a distant past
will we return to them
Joan Of Ark
Noah was a geyser and a bible kind of guy
Wouldn’t take no messing from a vicious gospel sky
He’d got the nod from Mr God to build a massive boat
And save the birdies and the beasts by keeping some afloat
He gathered wood and sawed it and he banged in lots of nails
He crossed his fingers and he prayed, ‘I hope the damned thing sails’
And then there came some drops of rain but thankfully he’d made it
The boat at last was built and it was time to populate it
His list began with aardvark and he got as far as mole
But the list was very long and so he used a toilet roll
He knew that space was tight so all the beasts were stacked in twos
And then he panicked when he found he had no kangaroos
When his mum in law got on, the boat tipped up one end
That really got his goat up cos she drove him round the bend
So, referring to his ruling that said only two of each
He hooked her on a crane and dumped her backside on the beach
But his wife looked like her mother and she ate more like a Gannett
Not a great incentive to re-populate the planet
But he’d made room for someone who would often make him groan
She’s how he got his jollies so he called her Jolly Joan
When he’s alone with Jolly Joan she never will refuse
But this time Noah noticed that she seemed to have the blues
She said I love you Noah, but like animals and shoes
I rather hoped that EVERYTHING around here came in twos
Noah shrugged, ‘I’m sorry but I’m six hundred years old
This place smells like a barnyard and I’m freezing bloody cold’
She said, ‘I’ll have to warm you up to raise your ardour higher’
And then she pulled him closer, ‘Come on baby, light my fire’