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Adapting New Ideas As One's Own

To embrace something with full acceptance
for the beauty or the worth that it conveys 
is an adventure that offers more excitement;
would this occur if there were no influence? 
I've adapted to new ideas and made them my own 
to ignite inspiration and do excellent, timeless works;
today there is a predominant need to expose a thought...
when overused words sound bland and are wind-blown.

If new writers have been influenced by famous works,    
they must make a greater effort to make theirs unique;
greatness is achieved by worthiness, not by cleverness,
so adjust to any conceivable idea and make it your own
with an originality that stands out and earns admiration. 
In this society with evolving literature, science and inventions... 
one must adapt to changes quickly to avoid some harsh critique;
be that artist who conjures up real plots to win the readers' hearts.  


Written on /29/2016
Form: Rhyme


Body Mind, and Spirit Triage Co Opted

Body, Mind, And Spirit Triage Co-Opted

Viral microbes didst relish
meaty morsel feast
hyperbole (included greased
for dramatic effect) ceased
not, but linkedin

constituent facets increased
with right wing conspiracy
of mine physical health least
up to par today found me writhing,
asper like a wounded beast.

I feel as if giant size
(yes...with closed eyes try to see)
nasty bugaboos did invade me,
and shrunk down yours truly prithee,

(this from gorging on one not so heavy
corporeal doddering entity) si,
whose light humors opposite of glee,
thus envision this bard, granting himself
woolworth truevalue as a flea

to continue poetic tale
(agonizing sham “FAKE” rocked Leprechaun)
on microscopic scale
essentially, a myopic seek reacher
relative of Spongebob, the latter hale

ling from Bikini Bottom,
whose absence aye still bewail,
especially his misfortune sail
ling from toilet bowl
into water treatment plant
leaving sopping wet trail

of eyes rubbed red,
which sadness happens to this male,
when he experiences
invisible nine inch nail
piercing vital organs
with no energy to wail.

Mind boggling to this scribe
how itty bitty organisms can imbibe
every last drop of vitality, describe
epidemic, which if blithely ignored

more virulent parasites could
affect the entire human tribe
fallout nearly as complete
approximately bajillion years ago,
an unimaginable feat

asteroids crashed Earth 
generating temperatures 
greater than Miami heat
surface with scarring and beat
meteoric plowed shares into swords
whereby predominant species

huge lumbering beasts uttered holy sheet
or a similar facsimile thereof
similar to poet reduced to (of course)
NON GMO gluten free shredded wheat
resembling chopped liver
after trampled by Little Feet!
Form: Imagism

Atomic Brinkmanship Double Edged Grisly Horror Jawbones Kristallnacht

Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and calm.

Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant
Democrat or Republican viz
blue war red respectively
political hot issues don't amount
to a (Sam) hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount

signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora, pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree

mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable
indeed earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied

to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc

significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash

superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction

that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
disabling fox but not cockroach
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach

rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went awry

presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
Form: Rhyme

Unsung Threnody For a Well Sewn Hero

Bare skull and cross bones
     existence on the peripheral
     outskirts of poker flats
lives a slip of a man,
     whereat he never felt deserving
     accolades linkedin 
     with appeasement,
     sans pat on back congrats,

asper bringing peace,
     and tranquility to the
     kingdom taken over
     by trumpeting democrats,
without any armed 
     populace resorting,
     (nor police present)
     affecting a coup d'etat

     (carried out 
     by military expats),
no...amazingly enough,
     non violent government
     takeover won by votes
     during midterm elections,
     who rendered
     the equivalent outcome

     (actually a stunt 
     more difficult)
     than analogously bringing
     rabbits out of hats,
which predominant number
     of socially progressive winners
     shared the sir name "Katz"
ironic since such 

     ethical congressional
     "Freshman" hoped to scare
     out all the corrupt rats
and, thus hit upon,
     (or one newly elected
     acolyte dreamt) master bait,
which involved one participant
     to experience potentially

     a stormy Dane yell'n date,
thus unnamed 
     wizard (specializing
     in far out, and groovy
     grandiose high jinks fate
hood did don an outfit
     resembling the Great
Tony the Tiger, no matter,

     he reputedly happened
     tubby a serial killer,
yet said Grand 
     Poobah did integrate
each puzzle piece
     of his Khanate
with a combination of
     bluster, gimcrackery
 
     cheap tricks deceit, 
     "FAKE" hate
as to snatch the checkered mate,
(essentially a hie
     bred Matted Scottish
    tartan Harris tweed
     couture rib banned jester,
     who didst orchestrate)

so much tom foolery, his
     basic winning technique
    quite antic quate
head, nonetheless

     far more ingenious than
     latest technological state
of the art revolutionary
     trappings, thus never
     outmoded ways underrate!
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Positively Deviant

She seems afraid to say too much
and not listen enough.

Perhaps fear of becoming misunderstood
and, worse, too quickly dismissed,
her moment,
even in this small-staged sanctuary,
unnoticed
under-nourished
unfed
unwatered.

She wants to share with us
her deviant dissonant sufficiency
usually seen as negative degenerating autonomy
but, occasionally, in epiphanies of positive
ecologically healthy
revolutionary ZeroZen resonant potential,

Receptive tingling silence
thumping and breathing
singly ringing singing
timelessly herstoric
within domesticating unreal world paradise,
unwombed worn integrity re-memories
echoing between nightseed dreams
and switching off her leftbrain daily alarm.

Until she smiles
I am impressed by her nothing is sadly wrong
yet everything goes unsanctuary 
too patriarchally long,

Business As RightWing World gone,
anxiety about personal and political
and social and psychological
and mental and physical health issues
for future climate chaos kids
reversing integrity's robust synergetic win-win potential.

I notice then
soft teeth with nearly infinite hard work
pain
suffering loss,
alone?

Physically alone
and not spiritually unautomated
feminist suffering deviance
often in counterculturing win-win ways
to help others,
more win-lose predominant,
suffer unspoken withdrawal 
defeated less.

Once
I see her primal eyes smile
and suddenly my own competitive mistrust,
my own opaque naked fear
goes away,
dismissed by curious eagerness.

Compassion therapeutically co-arises.

I ask if she too suffers
without sufficient release
from mutually withheld win-lose
zero sums of loneliness,
mistrust of fully disclosed intimacy
vulnerability
co-empathic joy.

She continues
now turning toward wealthy belly laughs
co-operating integrity
mutually vibrating abdowomen,
soul sound of synergy's vast wisdom
loudly rooting for potential global health
through her sanctuary solidarity,
still curiously becoming.

She seems fearless to listen too much
and eager to not say 
and sing enough
already.


Raving Beauty

Beauteous! hues so prominent
These eyes see blues of blue
Dawn broke! Thus then the radiant sun
Heavenly skies I see predominant rays
String colors on my face so evident
Shimmering gold , that rising star
Nourishing my mind in the skies I find
Those periwinkle blues - I trace
Hence - Beauty yes I meditate
Those rays embedded in my days
I wake each born new day to unwind
Elegance I see surrounding me
I walk the paths standing on the rock
Looking at my radiant sunshine with the hues
And I pray to God while I oppose the blues
The ground I stand on nourished by thee
Nurturing my soul - I start my day
I speak! I tell my prayers I believe
I am enlightened with the skies I perceive
Blessed by my heavenly father he listens
And with the prominence of the sunrise
It dawned onto me
That while I walk the gardens everyday
God is holding me and giving me strength
Hence! God's beauty that he created
With the rays stunning and with length
I know my true friend to live my life
Loving God with me today and each tomorrow
Cherishing every morn! smile with the sun
I am encouraged by his beloved presence
Bewildered I am truly hypnotized , hence
I look in awe! At such a beauteous sky
And I appreciate the true beauty of God 
A glimpse in my eye
With those heavenly skies - I am telling you why!
He listens - I pray each born new day
That those elegant sunrises capture my soul
Walking in Gods dreams ! I am shining
My seeds of faith - I bond I am whole
© Stacey Law  Create an image from this poem.

Damp Subject

I am here to confide it's countrywide
as whenever the British gather together
the first topic of their conversation
is almost always the inclement weather
whatever precipitates such predominant
drizzle discussion drenching debate
or downpour discourse
I do not know and cannot relate
soggy foggy or boggy it's one and the same
altho' it's plain we know where stays the rain in Spain
it has also been seen to land on England's pleasant green
yet after such falls mostly all goes down the drain
yet without its descent on the Emerald Isle
there'd be no rainbows to make me smile
but fleeting I do remember it well and can recall
out of three hundred and sixty-five it was the one day
when nothing liquid dripped down from the sky
and as a result last year summer was on a Monday
Form: Rhyme

MADE FOR LOVE

Created to love and be loved
Where love in it's purest is sacrificial above all things
Love seeks not its own interest but the interest of the other

But a deviation from the original design is the state of our state and the state of our mind
Everyone mindfully minding their business but business isn't possible without buyers and the sellers.
Men and women are now lovers of themselves 
As self is now the predominant denominator in every form of relationship that we seek.
But this wasn't the plan

For God so loved the world that those in the world may love
But when we love we love with expectations and sometimes expectations hurt.

We hurt and make hurt
We mare, destroy, pull-down till everyone down feels hurt.
But this wasn't the plan

In love with the world he gave son and the sun to light the world for the good and the bad
For love isn't complete without 
Patience, truthfulness and kindness 

And when love hurts, it forgives
For love was the original design
We were made to love and be loved.
For this was our original design

Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously

Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,

paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic

picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,

praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,

privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.

Premium Member Judas' Deadly Night

The wind blew constantly,
Judas felt cold, cold outside, cold inside.
He had betrayed his love.
Could he make atonement?
Show some self respect?
Will love find out
how deep his guilt was?
Must he despair?
He was truly lost. 
He sat down against an olive tree
A rotten fruit fell.
His despair increased.


The Bible never mentioned what fruit Adam and Eve ate.  Certainly it was not an apple.  Biblical studies considered the olive trees as the most predominant in the Mediterranean.   It could have been large and sweet.  After the fall of Adam and Eve, the olives turned sour and shrank.  So Jesus began his Passion in the garden of olives.  All this is theoretical.   One can believe what he wants.

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