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Geese On New Year's Day

The flock of geese above me

Upon a New Year's Eve

Say, flying, that they love me

And cherish all that lives


Flying to warmer climates

Arranged into a V

The gargling winged pilots

Heading toward victory -


Reminding man of beauty

And of eternal peace

Dispelling and refuting

Gloom, turmoil and distress -


Through gold-and-diamond sunshine

And through the velvet rain

You carry truth and passion

And exquisite refrain


Of what exists inside you -

The beauty in your hearts,

The universe beside you,

Which decomposed to parts


Rides on upon your feathers

And sends to ones beneath

Inexorable treasures

Of universal bliss.


The flock of geese above me

Arranged into a V

Carrying what is lovely

For all the world to see -


To south they fly through darkness

Under the stars and clouds

And with reflecting gargles

They speak, and speak aloud


Of all that nature knows

And all in it expressed -

In V they fly, in rows

And all below them bless.


Fly onward, my companions,

Fly onward, my dear friends,

Within your hearts contained is

Beginning and the end,


And as you are repairing

And as you fly all night

Bring with you peace and caring

And universal light.


Premium Member There's No Refuting That Trump Is Turning Into a Good Leader

There's No Refuting That Trump Is Turning Into A Good Leader



                                            Trump's ship
                                        doesn't shine bright,
                                    it sails uncharted course,
                                   as opposed to his successors.
                           He doesn't consort or dock with big ships,
                                     he is out in the horizon,
                                       harboring betterment
                                           for his country's 
                                                   future

https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Donald/comments/63nxsn/update_i_was_tired_of_liberals_saying_trump_hasnt/

Note-When you read the above article, without biases, how can you
not come away impressed with Trump's leadership?

connie pachecho

4/12/17

Premium Member Blooma Yehudis, Fruma Truths

Blooma Yehudis, Fruma Truths
A verse to nurse Barbara's 72nd
"Zos Channukah", warm memories of lights,
Shared stories, & hopefully Chaim's "Maor Tzur",
Stayed tenor, forgive my lapses of soprano heights,
Together, we & gymnast flames soar,
Contemplate, mindfully weigh gold sights,
Shedding cold shivers, absorbing each warm ember,
Kindling hopes, dreams, refuting the "Yavan" nights,
This year's Shabbos brings a Double Feature,
For on our fabled table are two "Dr. Suess" lights,
Art, in aged bent "Judaica" that her mom gifted her,
'Twas prophetic! To choose Barbara to greet,
Shabbos weekly, a Beis Ne'eman for Ger/Baalus Teshuva,
Ballerina/soldier flames cum "Geshmach" dishes delight,
Our "Om..." mantra home, a Chanukah treasure!
Key Lime Pie, Mighty Fine Pudding, Whipped Cream & Pearls alight,
To infuse birthday joy beyond measure!
Chaim chimes "Where would I be without my wife?"
"Bisrat Hashem" may we both endure,
'Til "Meah V'Esrim" in marriage "Bli" strife,
Joan was right, "Barbara rest assured!"
"People like your company, you simply enrich life!"
On that note, Chaim's going to make the effort,
To march (Walk/Talk!) to a different drum & fife,
To listen with heart to Barbara's word,
Giving flight to the 'Bird of Paradise!'
Form: Rhyme

On the Train

On the train, there’s room to spare
And lovely air-conditioned air.
I have 2 seats – no need to share;
It’s pleasant, no disputing.

The windows give a city view
Of buildings on Park Avenue
And sometimes a construction crew,
Their hoes and diggers rooting.

At every station, people board,
Their day beginning, heading toward
A job or visit, their reward
For miles of such commuting.

For me, this type of travel’s rare,
A different way of getting there.
No traffic causing me despair,
Anxiety diluting.

The novelty’s what makes it cool
But daily train rides, as a rule,
Would not be fun, as any fool
Would never be refuting.
Form: Rhyme

Humanity Uppn the Falling

Humanity Upon the Falling

Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture 
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture 
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture

Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear
Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears 
Pandering to an overt display of the signs of decay formed over the years 
Gandering at an intelligent play of counteroffensives that draw the enemy near 

Culminations of interstellar events that illuminate the sky 
Promulgations of technology filled with cement as they play with concept and design 
Insubordination at the elements of counterfeit disguise 
Unco-ordination of the prevalent response to human rights upon demise 

Distinct notions of postulations on beauty and manifestation 
The precinct motions for consultations while refuting the observations 
As instinctual devotions summon the sun, sky and oceans while computing the conversations
And intrinsic commotions of the expression of emotions form while convoluting their invocations 

Exploitation of a man’s political ideals 
Importations of a lands empirical repeals 
Considerations as he stands for unequivocal honesty in what he reveals 
Commiserations as she commands her right to inadmissible evidence in the face of extremist zeal

Fortitude when considering the future of the human race 
A child exudes the embodiment of heavenly dispensations of grace 
A mild interlude of admonishment as they misinterpret the expression on your face 
A wild vicissitude of capital punishment that needs legislation to replace 

Fine tunes of personal exaltation as radiance falls from the distant sun 
High moods of verse and imitation as recompense overshadows all the fun 
Shy exudes of terse limitations as malcontents mellow out the place of number one 
Why be so rude to visitations as many circumvent homeostasis as the humans discharge their guns 

Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023

The End
Form: Rhyme


The Amnesic Ant

Sitting on the kerb, watching ants toil to death
I bemused myself with a thought,
What if i was god, simply drowned in pleading seas and wanton waters
Not aware of my true visage
Lost and forgotten living life till death
The ultimate homage to my creation living as they do
What if the sacrifice had been too much
A father lets his only son die
Retreated into human insanity
Angels lost in love, demons no longer in fear
Praying to myself or refuting my existence
The lonliest entity seeks a saviour
And no-one to hear The Lords prayer
Just like one of us
watching his ants toil to death

Labyrinth of Sighs

Labyrinth of Sighs 

Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs 
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why 
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die 
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry 

A canon blazing wartime over a century ago 
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know 
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow” 
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go 

Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look 
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books 
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook 
A morbid day that hurts the most, 
An undignified Capatalist crook 

The arrogant certainty of western superiority 
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities 
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority 
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority 

The medical anomalies and surgical advancements 
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements 
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics 
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics 

A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes 
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify 
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified 
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied 

Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse 
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse 
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse 
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course 

A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think 
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink 
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink 
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link 

Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ribbons

RIBBONS
beyond
the
 fallible

with
 inherent 
vulnerabilities
interspersed
in
  the intimacy
of
assorted
fairy
  tales

  discovering
modernity
&
refuting
the myth
so thoroughly
of
progress
so
arbitrary

cultural
 moments
at
the forefront
  of discourse
in the
narrative
of
personal life

on its
  own terms
neither perfect
 nor imperfect
ever
ongoing

 references
to  validity
of
relationships
as
 a way of
 making sense
of the world

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Form: Other

Dream Bug

"Dream Bug"



Hour glass 
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers

their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid 
like snowflakes they fall 
confetti on my hands

Writing you 
between there
and here again
a feckless court jester 

fearless sometimes 
walking handstands
painting portraits 
in pedantic rhyme

then a page stained,
you're thumb-licked and turning
metaphors gliding ghosting 
a snail trail planchette

words miss spelled
they are moulting 
like white feathers from cooing doves
we are back in grades of one

singled out on school parade 
while the band plays on
we are all caught 
like grounded gefilte fish in class

when the saints 
go marching in
we’re stopped
for covert mingling
 
In the office a Nosferatu principal
ignores the grief 
behind his two spectacles
two sets of hands are requested straight
knuckles down and held out

the bamboo cane
coaxed no passing
secrets out, 
automata face
scream time put on delay

the clock to midnight 
on his crypt's wall, hidden
strikes still a braille mind 
doesn't once drop the ball

it smiles ruthfully
dialling up the forbidden
chemistry of tears, 
a juxtoposition
from the internal well

My opal sky suspended
heaving dreams falling slow mo
through foggy clouds
are breathed in like lavender rain

antiseptic are all
our polished stories
rehearsed repetitively 
then delayed and side courted

tennis left hand
lucid inarticulate 
backhanded 
Love all 

candy hearted 
is a fresh game 
pulled swiftly 
from a side pocket

refuting singing flutes 
whistling and caressed
by a tongue flirtatiously wetting lips
a regular, pulsating change of pitch

a romantic vibrato 
recalled
he calls me 
a witch

Scent of a woman
once je t'adore
now her true essence leaking
their personalities mirror switched

bloodied and cut
pieces of peace
stolen by a foolish matador
she’s holding open the exit door

Dream Bug
walks across a
marked and sullied page
lines bleeding right

Melting
dissolved 
to the far corner

lid sealed 
in a glass jar
left-brained

Dream Bug

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

Premium Member Turn The Other Cheek

Turning the other cheek 
It’s not a passageway to peace
And we shouldn’t be enablers
The slap is an indictment and will be judged by The Savior
When you offer your other cheek
You are indicting the striker’s mean streak
Science means knowledge
That’s why we attend college
Science is a tool 
To be used against the fool 
Evolution is pollution, it’s dilution of the mind
Evolutionists have faith, because they foray
They foray in a way of defense, not on the fence
Their commitment is their relying and denying 
The Christian worldview
The foundation of atheist intent is their bewilderment
No vacation from that elusive foundation
Will ever get a naturalist to account for an abstract entity
Evolution has no objective facts
It’s an emotional axe to grind
The grist (when they’re pissed) and can’t find
The mill into which the intellectual swill is confined
The way Evolution is construed is to be booed
Borrowing God’s mud and sun
In the futility of Thales’ son
We go from dust to The Son
Because He is the only One

Part 2
Now we are not fideists
We are not self-refuting elitists
Our reason rests on our faith
(It doesn’t go so far and faith takes over
This is a belief in a three-leaf clover)
Why? Because of The One Who has inspired
(Of the nations is desired) 
Our presuppositions are dependent on
The reasoning of God the Son
The beginning of knowledge is faith in the Lord
And these two are of one accord
Because a two-fold cord can’t so easily be broken 
Because It is the Very Word of God that is spoken
And many will look at us like we are from outer space
(IN a sense) this message is from outer space
And our retirement plan is out of this world
This is God’s plan for the grasshoppers in a circle

Resolution:
Where in the primordial process 
Do we get intellectual access?
How did anything gradually evolve?
Something evolutionists can’t solve
When we all need life’s necessary things
As soon as the bell rings
Form: Rhyme

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