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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.
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
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!'
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.
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
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
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
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
"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)
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