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Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers
THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH
For some, an imminent death is quite OK
Especially if by then, they’ve had their day
It’s that or continued chronic pain, anyway
But the decision should only ever be theirs
Not even by someone close who still cares
No arbitrary ruling like in Science Fiction
Yet it should be painless, at a time to suit
No waving back the tide like King Canute
Just hope that the nurse in charge is cute
There are those who in principle, object
But a final choice as one’s own is correct
Laid out clearly and never a contradiction
It may be sad, but suffering will be worse
The funeral plan may not require a hearse
But anothers’ dalliance can be like a curse
Some believe a better time awaits beyond
Meeting old loves of whom they are fond
It is best, if the future matches prediction
HELPLESS
Honored moral values to support and guide.
Earnest reverence showed way on prediction.
Lost being encompassed by malice, enmity and greed.
Perturbed in dismay, but had to proceed under consternation.
Locked in deep apathy to compromise or embrace.
Emotion in unearthliness sighed to seek solace.
Sinking in disappointment and despondence
Strong sense of hopelessness hankering for a solution.
11/03/18.
Reedited on 06/ 23/21
First Place
'' All Yours (Jun 23)" Contest by Brian Strand
A man I know, he is of himself like of the lord
Words are sharp and apt on his tongue
With it formed a blunt dull machete like sword
Covering the deep intention behind and within unsung
The words of false shining like truth
Is a time bomb to the rightful owner
The listener get affected to be delivered off tooth
And suffers the agony of retaliation from the sufferer turned stoner
Deliver my ears from the voice of the sweet sayer
Clipping my mind to a false belief
Whose says are magnetized on prediction cum soothsayer
A hour glass of relief to ageless wood of grief
The knowledge of words oft demanding
Well beyond our Earthly understanding
Mind flash like a blink of an eye
To and fro the norms until the day that we die
Time to grieve those that leave, inadequate
Plead for us, please as our own sole advocate
Unplanned plans demand that we have to know
Right, wrong, lie and truth people do for sustenance to grow
Salvation will not stop crying to its allegiance
Life will not wait long for death’s remembrance
Holding unto name in history which shall fades
Drives many in no time sooner than later to the hades
Memories like a breeze gently blow by
When or how, now or then, we don’t
know why
So, forgive us oh dear lover, oh dearly departed
The once that stood their ground in time so short since started
As we continue to fight this battle
Save us from the deadly luring prattle
We shall soon see the rest of your story
Pray grace reunite us in white lighted glory
Hypocrisy walks in and takes up all the space
The eyes of most brethrens fall on her, their eyes burst
My eye, don't know why, once fell on her face
Can't deter, a blur, unquenchable luring thirst
Hues of mahogany vein through
Whitest ashen gray, filling me with
A feeling of pure inspiration, vision
On this still, shadowy nocturnal vista
The mist edges across the perfectly
Round mystery of the ebony darkness
Reminding me that historically, this
Eve was called all hallowed, Halloween
For me, the beauty of the smooth and
Graceful piece of our nightly prediction
Is the way that it shifts across the hills
A perfect elation, sent to light the night
Through trees, across the dark ridges
Of mountains, oh, so secretive and healing
There stands the apparition of a snowy
Dreamlike image, an enormous full moon
Auditioning for its place among the stars
Where evening calls out with nighttime sounds
Little reasonings from the seasons creatures
Beckoning to the moon with all their pleas
Ominous, it is, oh, yes, this gorgeous scene
Significant to all who chance to look beyond
The trees and limbs that hang across her
Sending shivers of premonition for what is to come
The Halloween moon, when full, is a marvel
Reaching out to the apprehensive heart
With second thoughts about venturing out
Among the nightly beauties that are so bright
September 25, 2019
Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
The meing
and mining
and mowing
and moaning
and meaning
and moatedness of life
could not be so different
for girls and boys,
She and he and s/he speaking indifferent
hearing purpose
Enlightening wealthy spirit mess
empowering healthy nature nest,
polyculturing Earth's most profoundly beautiful
and resiliently truthful
nonviolent EarthPeace future
eco-brightening health investiture
And sacred inspiring safety
for all EarthTribe expiring duty
regenerating mature
degenerating immature
fighting and peacing together
integrity's great green
transpositional culture.
Future meaningful prediction
depicting past prehistoric light
and indigenous power
and energetic meaning redaction
Of Heavenly boys and Earthly girls,
surfing oceans and organic lands,
raining waters in fertile soil
expiring seeds and inspiring eggs
of bicameral toil
Consciousness of EarthTribe's meing
mining
moaning for more cooperatively resilient
co-empathic
compassionate post-sacred meaning
no longer against secular purpose
Contextually integral
polypathic sensory synergy,
multiculturally cerebral being
polymathic energy we-ing
in me-ing
and down mowing
and out mining
and deep moaning
and wide meaning
of love's co-passioning potential.
I am not what my shell shows thee
I wish no harm but since early years
My fate was known to me
To humbled and loving to little fear
So now that I have ran and tried
no knowledge read but message known
My individual false soul has died
And now only now verses were shown
So to get the truth of one in all
The test I found is simple
And will free me of this call
Just make false prediction and fall
So my predictions in the name of true wisdom
Is my words have been read and stay questioned
The media will seek the face of the vessel
To discredit the word by world message
So if I'm not ever found
Sought for bold words
That I hand out to all without sound
If I'm not killed by self-righteous swords
Then saved am I but a prophet no more
I hold a understanding of religion
that brings reason from infraction
I speak my heart but write my wisdom
Lost in my self is a common reaction
I show only love and harm only me
This part died at age of 33
If we bring or fate into reality
is the word to be spoken by a white
man of humble upbringing.
Seek me not my pain you should not see
The truth of gods and planets
And all other false followed scroll of he
Is based on insecure men and vanity
Please I beg to be challenged
Prove me wrong by any means
Words are not mine but come from me
I wish no credit rather world spirituality
Scrutinize and crucify my energy
But it has been done
Died the shell but rose the one
discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
pulled out all stops
punishingly ravaged North Carolina
mercilessly didst wring
havoc bore out flooding
and proved accurate "NON
FAKE" fervent devout
alarmist theologians
appropriating weather forecasters dire
prediction as doomsday message
fore taste testing, telling, and texting
presaging Armageddon authored
by cosmic playwright,
whence global pulverizing,
savaging, and torturing spite
fully sucker punching
swing, perhaps indicative dire strait
(a hunch from this topflight
atheist) posits ultraright
religionists possibly ascribe
divine creator a bit uptight.
In the silences of twilight, I merge with the colors of a tempestuous dream,
Spirits whistling through galaxies of shattered darkness,
I speak with the passion of falling stars, a symphony of souls,
In a cascade of golden whispers, in the heart of the crimson night.
I have been the guide of shadows, the medium for lost hearts,
Trying to gather the essence of stars fallen on the shores of time,
Between duets of moon rays and peach blossoms at full sunset,
I gathered forgotten dreams, ravaged by blue waves.
Every evening, leaving the jade roses to keep watch,
I embraced the artists of the night, those who paint scarlet skies,
In a secret tale, where Mars dances every two years,
Under the plum sky, torn by transparent passion, like an endless longing.
In the quiet of enchanted houses, I felt secret vibrations,
People called by purple sunsets, transformed into nights of silence,
In a corner of golden-rust, the family reunited in secret carols,
Our destinies intersected, like playful rays of the sun.
Through the orchard of golden flowers, I colored my canvases with dreams,
Each brushstroke, a frenzy of sweet shades,
Until I fell asleep in the arms of shadows, captured by a black-and-white slumber,
And from that sleep, the colors returned, like an unwavering promise.
Slowly, houses with tumultuous lives emerged, and cars with butterfly wings,
Airplanes like fragrant moments, arriving at their destination,
Just as my prediction, like a true psychic, had announced,
For nature washes its cheeks in humble green, sparkling with unbounded joy.
Like a sleepy summer dreamer, I dreamed of endless beauties,
So grateful for this world full of colors,
Which time has sifted with golden majesty,
I transformed into quicksilver, in love with the glittering spectrum of life.
First intent of a Blitz poem
Life is good
Life is beautiful
Beautiful is the sky
Beautiful is the nature
Nature is creation
Nature is solace
Solace gives comfort
Solace is consolation
Consolation is relief
Consolation is calm
Calm is peace
Calm is stillness
Stillness is rest
Stillness is silence
Silence in the sea
Silence in the night
Night is mysterious
Night is alluring
Alluring is your face
Alluring are you eyes
Eyes are enticing
Eyes are charming
Charming is your essence
Charming is your presence
Presence is ocurrence
Presence is existence
Existence is being
Existence is living
Living in harmony
Living in joy
Joy is blissness
Joy is happiness
Happiness is a state
Happiness is a choice
Choice is an option
Choice is an alternative
Alternative is a solution
Alternative is a possibility
Possibility is chance
Possibility is expectative
Expectative is a belief
Expectative is anticipation
Anticipation is prediction
Anticipation is visualization
Visualization is recalling
Visualization is imagination
Imagination is forming images
Imagination is exploring
Exploring
Images