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I’m looking for mine daily
A gene of combinations and strengths
A blood we share in hidings
Nation and nations as siblings
A blood of friends satisfaction
Arouses sense and feelings
Bringing joy in sadness
Strengthening weak to fight
A blood that flow uneven
Too economy to people like us
A wonderful world like this
Where number of soldiers sounds
Borders of states are intact
with secret security full paid
But none of them dare to grasp
For the blood flows like electron
Penetrates deep to impassable
Is it true they fail to victim?
Why few are seized and bailed
Why is becoming a song
With big budget of state security
It is real a wonderful music I hear
Like dum! dum! dum! express your self
For the blood spreads everywhere
And ruin national’s development
A blood of foolish and stupid
Riching capitalist and bourgeoisie
Protected by leaders and ministers
That undermine equality and improvement
Branding abuse is irony
Preventive education is nonsense
These are extravagances and exploitation
The solution is simple I suggest
Killing the flower of production
That bee buzzes for her saccharine
An Ode To Morse code
The click click clack
from pounded brass
the words develop extensive
The heat of the tubes
warms up the room
when temperatures are receded
Deep into the night
makes it's flight
to detector diodes rectificated
creates a mellow sound
which is most profound
like musical tunes lamented.
The crackle and pop all seem to stop
our ears filter out most impressive
The heterodyne rings, our speaker sings
Our filter gets tuned and re-centred
Our wrists work the key most efficiently
Messages and reports are replenished
Greetings are passed
with our pounded brass
New friendships and contacts extended.
This simple tool needs no slide-rule
two metal contacts stroke each other
such a gentle touch produces so much
than one would feel from the touch of your lover
This glorious Morse Code
will never get old
it just seems it keeps being re-invented
Military once lost now renewed at no cost
Security back up is the incentive.
This code that we know we set it to flow
at speeds some find preventive.
But QRS we know to start sending slow
New contacts we'll give them incentive
For newcomers who yearn and then finally learn
their first transmission so alluded
their hand shakes with fright
their sending is ripe
but a contact is finally concluded.
The buzz that they feel can make their head reel
with excitement and self satisfaction
When finally they stand a Morse code old hand
Another Morse code addict Invented.
Written and composed by Mark Longson (G0NMY) (c) 2018 All rights reserved.
A significantly different day
No bread or milk
empty for toilet paper
Reduced opening hours in grocery stores
- Home insulation with
respiratory infection
Rationing on medicines
School closes -
no leisure activities
No daycare
No bus or taxi
No traveling abroad
All aboard aircraft and boat
must in quarantine
Large preventive measure
Dramatic cut in hotel beds
The church cancels all services
Closed office buildings
No cinema or theater
Today our first victim
as a result of the coronavirus
My deepest condolences to the family
~ "Normal life" is paused
Let this time bring out the best in us
12.03.2020
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
An invisible force
Can it be seen?
Can it be heard?
It could not be felt when..
I have all that I want for a living,
there is no loss of anything,
it seems it will continue forever,
I think I am going to live forever.
It certainly could be felt, when..
I am in pain,
things donot happen the way I want,
there is a calamity,
I see exploitation of fellow human beings,
things are not under my contol.
I accordingly try to..
change my way of thinking,
try to take some preventive measure,
try to seek help of fellow beings,
try to balance outer with inner.
Do I get the desired results?
sometimes, if I persist,
sometimes, if I am ready to face anything,
sometimes, if I donot expect,
sometimes, if I pray.
Yet this turmoil keeps recurring within.
Why donot I remain ever satisfied?
Why happiness eludes me often?
I begin to feel need for guidance.
Who will guide me through, I wonder?
Righteousness, I get to reason.
But who would instill this in me?
Myself, or an expert in this art?
I seem to be incapable myself and search.
What is the source of all knowledge?
Is it the invisible force?
Is it a master who already knows?
I need help to sort out.
I start listening to a master.
I gradually lose my self and gain all else.
I become humble, in whatever happens.
My belief strengthens.
I start to feel at peace.
I become one with the invisible.
29.4.2020
Early start
East Coast Ferry Terminal;
Sleepy journey
Trip for two
Getaway spa resort;
Rest and recuperate
Mystic moments:
Retreat into void --
Battery recharging
To re-jig sense
Spur sensorial feel;
Find and anchor
Getaway mode
Three days of rest;
Tropical idyll
Sing a song
Joy floods again;
Refresh soiled templates
Doing nothing
Can heal you wholesome;
Empty cups need refill
So there you go:
Two lovers
Playing catchup
Take your trip,
Embrace emptiness;
Rest weary wiles
Here by this bench
Watch people passing;
Wit humours worry
Driver's hot seat:
Fast luxury car
Speeding away
Now for a pit stop
Mechanics of motion;
Preventive maintenance
Bus trip homewards
Observe fellow passengers;
Flashy mobile devices
We flood the bus
Private thoughts lurk;
Ready to unleash
Air-con bus ride
Morning masquerade;
Chameleons in-transit
Glare of morning
Sun in my eyes;
Drowsy dreamy crazy
Missing the point
Stray words dislodge;
Meaning decapitated
Drowsy movement
Blurry sensations;
Graveyard shift starts
Report and lodge
Complaint that cuts;
Fire a loose cannon
Moody mindset
Uneasy dawn;
Distant tremors
Exit the start
Enter the end;
Roundabout lurks
Highway song
Go fast within limits;
Speedy Gonzales!
Follow the signs:
Deliver me
From my slavery
Illumination saves
Ignorance and blame;
Choice rewards freedom
Morning story
Sleep put on hold;
Awareness now grooms
Leon Enriquez
25 Feb 2014
Singapore
(5/9/12)
I was coming home late from a date, and did not look
To see if anyone was around or was following me.
When out of the darkness he jumped out
And put his hand on my mouth.
Then put a knife to my throat and told me
“don’t be stupid if you want to live
To me your body you will give.”
She was always told : “don’t put your life in harms way
And if you can - run away”.
And if someone grabs you from behind
You must stomp on his foot as hard as you can
He will loosen up his hand. ( which she did)
She swung her arm back as hard as she could
The pain in his crotch - he understood.
He dropped the knife and released his hold
She ran so fast - before her legs got cold.
Now there is a reason for this poem I must tell.
DON’T BE A VICTIM- RUN LIKE HELL.
I always told my daughter : to always look around
And to listen for any unfamiliar sound
Preventive medicine can always help you through
If you know just what to do.
p.s. this is just a story -but can happen.
with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover
Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous to elegant performance
starring Faye Dunaway.
Crossword puzzle momentarily
distracted by amazing fete
observing crucial insect necessary
transferring pollen to pistils of flowers
with each subsequent visit
impossible mission to differentiate
one amongst countless
gently rumbling Bombus.
June 14th, 2020 thoughts
of doomsday far and away
pitch perfect afternoon yippie yie yay
I could squander hours
observing miracle worker relay
unwittingly alighting then planting pollen,
i.e. the male gametophyte
(DNA) of seed plants
transported to female part of flower
to enable plant to reproduce.
Quintessential lesson relearned
live life foreplay
until... hair turns
more'n fifty shades of gray
pronouncedly more noticeable since salons
and barbershops under lockdown
onset of coronavirus
(COVID-19) spells hooray
satisfying grim reaper
until vaccine acquired
meanwhile (back at the ranch)
think laboratory smart people linkedin,
qua advocating preventive measures,
a fancy word for test
iz pseudo synonym immunoassay
whispered to yours truly courtesy
twittering and tweeting blue jay.
How uncomplicated existence
allotted to birds and bees
simple straight forward purpose
additionally as by-product
to cultivate cheese
just cut away any moldy part
lest thee exhibit symptoms
synonymous contracting poison
(less painful than scorpion sting),
nevertheless nsync with illness
expanding thru body
on par with generic
garden variety archetype disease
ah, I sure wish being human
constituted less cumbersome complication
instead comprised
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ease
as iterated with aforementioned
half dozen simple life forms
some of which can survive extreme temperatures
and/or even suffering thru a deep freeze
now upon reaching the end,
I expect nothing more emphatic
than ye to ejaculate Geez!
A multicultural proposal
for a bipartisan Intervention,
not to be confused
with drilling a nervous root canal.
1. I take responsibility
What I am feeling
about myself.
What I believe I need
for my health
and safety.
What I want
from you.
Then
What you are feeling
about yourself.
What you believe you need
for your health
and wealth of thriving contentment.
What you want
from me
to support your journey.
2. I embrace curiosity
What I am feeling
about you.
What I believe you need
for your health
and thriving sense of peaceful resilience.
What I want
for you.
Then
What you are feeling
about me.
What you believe I need
for my health
and safe resilient wealth.
What you want
for me.
3. We support compassion
What you are now feeling
about us.
What you believe we need
for our here and now health
and co-invested wealth.
What you now want
from and for
us.
Then
What I am now feeling
about MeWe communal Us.
What I now believe we need
for longterm resonant health
and resiliently balanced
mindbodied wealth.
What I now want
from and for
sacred
co-invested
Us
Preventive
nonviolent maintenance
for doing win/win better
than addiction to avoiding
and then angrily drilling
yet another nervous root canal.
I must confess. Some things I ponder.
I am acutely aware of God's wonders;
Yet, often I stagger at the sound of thunder.
I must be wise as I ponder lest I should blonder.
In all things, God is most pure and ever sure.
I understand that some things we must endure.
I understand God's beautiful 'Balance of Nature'.
Yet I, often act and sound nieve and immature.
Why was he there?
What did she want?
He is not homeless;
But she lies at my entry.
I know that he too has purpose;
Purpose assigned to her by God.
Yes, I realize that we must coexist,
But we do not have to be friends.
I have seen 5 of them in 4 years.
I try my hardest not to be paranoid.
In addition to other preventive measures,
I have created within me a mental plan.
I consider snakes both armed and dangerous.
Therefore, they will never be welcomed by me.
My best weapon is prayer for God's protection.
My next best weapon is my 'Awareness Program'
A BEGGAR IN ISOLATION
I hear people speak of "sanitizers"
A word whose meaning remains a wonder
With clean water and soap do I hear them wash
Such luxury is one I can only but wish
I see people leaving the streets for home
Still, it is the only home I have ever known
If in the comfort of your home you say a prayer:
"Remember me; that homeless beggar
If ever you have an extra plate to offer
Oh, remember me; a hungry orphan
If you have a bottle of drink to give
Remember that corner where a blind man lives
If you decide to help in ways you can
Remember that childless old woman
While every man seeks preventive measures
And sits back to rely on his laid up treasures
My only hope is in the rain and sun
I can only but wish this virus gone
I have wrestled long with thirst, hunger and woes
But how can I fight this blood thirsty foe
Yet if through your window you see me gasp for breath
I pray you let me die my gruesome death
For you think of the earth as a thousand times better
Without the filth of a virus stricken beggar!
By; Elizabeth Adams
Liz diamond World Of Poetry