Long Regime Poems
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Scintillating, shimmering, sparkling a light
Paradisiacal, pulsating and splendid a sight,
Effusing an ethereal sense of warm yearning
Chimera is it that’s overwhelming my being?
Titillating every iota of my senses to extreme
Accentuating a long lost road to my fond dream
Cowering in the shadows of a delusion’s regime
Until a spark bursts forth from my soul’s core
Levitating my spirit into the heavens to soar
Allaying my fears of an inevitable Armageddon
Reviving my hope in the Kingdom of Heaven.
~01/17/16
~Spectacular Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
The Soviets decided Israel must go.
So they distributed a book to each foe.
They knew it was faked, but it resonated
and it helped make Israel hated.
The book said the Jews were on a roll
Succeeding to rule us, succeeding to control
It called the Protocols of the Elders of Zion
A forgery, used by a regime that was lying.
I talked online once with a Muslim
I told her of a sura that was hard to spin
"Israel is the land of the Jews" says the verse
She said as a Jew, I must be twisting the words.
She's entitled to her view that Israel should get the axe
But why the need to deny obvious facts?
Its there in the Koran, in black and white
She was twisting thought, so she could feel right.
Eve Barlow made some pro-Israel posts
Then got a phone call, saying in hell she should roast.
"Eve Fartlow" on "X" was the trend many chose.
and Gifs her of her face with a big nose.
But in a way, that's OK, it's a kind of expression
But there were also lies and misdirection
Tweets were made in her name
saying racist things; in effect she was framed
Those tweets are all over, as if they were new
But liars despise those they lie to.
Do propagandists really have to lie?
If they have a case, perhaps explain why.
There's so much dishonesty that's been sowed
If you have no anchor, you go down the wrong road.
Left assured assumptions consumes the conduct of diligence while prickling princeling essence of the understatement
The conjunction of the pressure it’s to pursue the tail further down till it reaches its quantum
It shouldn’t be a wait for Autumn again with golden leaves leaving the bait battling in the field for the soil absorption
Deliver it once more eloquently it shouldn’t be a silent night chorus
It’s merely a roll over stare casting the pedestal while reciting the excitement at large lurking around the redials every day
Detracting the action oath of public act performing the resolutions of identifying the different span
The attachment that engaged by the principal of pride controls the oarless paralysis
In fact it shouldn’t be an infant state to name and engrave motivation of success
Paint the impaired notch evaluate the regime of a firm fist
Allow the privilege of sense to enlighten the boat of the journey under taken while it sails right through the south sea direction to over-see the concealing drought
The meaning of sight it’s not to share the look ahead but to identify the resettlement of feelings and shelter the curve of the brain booth to stand independently
In time the throat will no longer itch for attention but it will sweep the intension in disguise, reciprocating greatness to blossom life itself filling up inner peace to form part of light happiness
Eventually beauty pales off to reveal and seal the gain
Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,
this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee in toto as sample
doggone freelance gargon
sublime red rover - misaligned with
twenty first century time
emerging, fishtailing, kvetching,
slithering, whipsawing
during springtime
thaw - oozing out primordial slime,
schlepping aboard bissel mishuga train
while kibitizing with longfellow
ghost hosts Bartleby,
thee Herman Hermits,
and Stray Cats caterwauling
scrivener circumlocution showtime
evidences troubadour prima facie
tremendous struggle rustling rational rapport,
ruminating, citing his dismal schooltime
track record muddled, and hence
questing to cobble a rhyme
distilling, harvesting, and
leaching (out pulpy, knotty,
Max Headroom Ancien regime
filmy... gray matter) in realtime,
while strains of Ragtime echo
from late nineteenth century
tin pan alley, nsync, linkedin
cubist, dadaist, existentialist...
mine poetic melange jerry rigs
flashes random discordant phrases
kickstarting hotmail...faintly
analogous to processing quicklime
mucking with abstract alphabetic
mire ranks as playtime
forging whimsical tactical trippy thoughts,
nursing eternal idealistic Earthly peacetime,
worrying away looming mortality,
noshing post death as pastime,
welcomes input and alien abduction – ME,
mine "FAKE" existence, sans charade,
facade, masquerade onetime pantomime,
no second act allowed, nor
revising questionable tour de force
I claim NO pièce de résistance, nor overtime,
asper waning game
of thrown away Life
approaches nighttime haven
soon...forever rest in peace
surrendering requisite burnt offerings,
sans (cremated ashes) - meantime
fete grateful dead
scythe lent hoodlums on warpath
to incite bedlam
postprandial mealtime prayer final -
deathly hallowed gleeful grimace
witnessing successful electroshock therapy
of yours truly emotionally frozen
decades long comatose state
thankfully oblivious, when impending
curtain call signals finis!
The order from above
in my country
when you are hold up
in the hands of the
law makers
guilty or not guilty
in most case
don't matter
once there is
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when two hands
becomes one
with the iron lock
banding them both
like a victim
you are not expected
even just to speak
especially when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when one is
hold down
beaten blue and black
eyes swollen with
the sight of darkness
by the laws keepers
that never want you
to retaliate or even
has a say to the very
brutality they impose
on you
is a pity you can't do
nothing
absolutely nothing especially
when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
this order has killed
us in high ratios
this order has destroyed
a lot brave one
who truthful stands
for true justice
of the poor masses
who are the innocent
victims of a brutal
regime
this order look like
the orders of the devil
cos it always rains
brutality on our life's
we always have no say
and we are nothing
especially when it involves
the order from above
Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise
among people diligently led by government officials
exemplifying servant-leadership
as they earnestly seek the Sovereign’s guidance
in their endeavour with faith and practice
to fulfill our Constitution preamble*
with daily thanksgiving gesture.
In partnership with the authorities
I entrust to God …
… myself and fellow citizens
for the prioritization of family nurture
nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home buttress
along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments.
Beholding functional geriatric welfare at work
midst relevant andragogy advancements
I view my country with adults and grandparents
basking in their senior years, glowing
still met by physical, mental, emotional care
welcomed with psycho-social health accessibility
as everyone is braced upon hygiene
of sanitation anchor, exhorting cleanliness
recognizing ecological preservation
cognizant of next generations and their future.
With unity’s cord tied by blesed righteousness**
I cling to the Supreme Commander
for the prevalence of peace and order
midst imposition of lawful justice system
balancing truth with mercy
while reaching-out to the less fortunate
toward wholesome lifestyle betterment
vanquishing power-abuse
combating parasitic dependence-mentality
through the fruition of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
*PREAMBLE
We, the sovereign Filipino people, imploring the aid of Almighty God, in order to build a just and humane society, and establish a Government that shall embody our ideals and aspirations, promote the common good, conserve and develop our patrimony, and secure to ourselves and our posterity, the blessings of independence and democracy under the rule of law and a regime of truth, justice, freedom, love, equality, and peace, do ordain and promulgate this Constitution.
**Proverbs 14:34 Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”
March 23, 2021
2nd place, "What You Really Want" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/24/2021.
A frigid landscape casts a bitter pall
over a barren nation of weary souls
imprisoned and laden under a regime
of hammer and sickle, numb and cold.
Regimented are the eyes of oppression
unblinking, endlessly watching
scrutinizing, searching, ever searching
grinding down the will, receding hope.
The slow wheel of the gristmill turns
burden of stone, its authority crushes
the spirit. Who can break this
massive millstone, treading over
the tormented masses?
A desperate angst arises to rid the
wretched bile that contaminates the land
strike down the carnivorous bear
and with sheer will and determination
break the terrible gristmill of tyranny.
Written on 5/22/2018
The Devil got the sack last week
He’s feeling at a loss
For several thousand years now
He’s been in charge, the boss
The new man’s changing everything
Hired a whole new team
The place is so much nicer
A more relaxed regime
Red hot pokers up the ****
De rigueur, they are not
Only those that ask, will get
A poker up their bot
There’s been a change of fragrance too
Well, sulphurs so outré
Seems Lily of the valley
Is the order of the day
We’re getting leather sofas, which
Could well be here quite soon
And a squad of decorators
Working hard in every room
Now they’ve fixed the air conditioner
It’s behaving as it should
Hell is rather pleasant
In fact it’s jolly good
So when you pop your clogs
And you’re deciding where to go
Forget the trip to Heaven
It’s much better down below
President Donald Trump Is On The Precipice Of Starting A Global War
Trump has said that if Iran doesn't open the Strait of Hormuz by 8 pm Eastern Time, “A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.”
The darkest words on the darkest page of the darkest chapter of Trump's darkest book are being played out today and being read with possible grave consequences. With every minute nearing the deadline, I feel like a knife is stabbing my heart. Because if Iran and Trump don't see eye to eye, it will be a very sad ending if Trump carries on with his plan. If Trump lights the match, it may prompt America's enemies, namely Russia, China, and North Korea, to side with Iran and martyrdom. But I think it will go deeper than this when all eyes of the world's population are watching on and see America wipe out Iran's whole civilization (93 million people), our country is going to pick up a lot of hate, collateral damage, and enemies.
Unfortunately, Trump is digging a hole when he didn't have to.
What would George Washington do? He probably looks at the other 80% of the oil that doesn't transport through the Strait of Hormuz and other energy sources, or even drills at home instead of committing genocide (which is the direction Trump is going towards). You see, some Presidents can think and don't suffer from an inferiority complex or narcissistic behavior.
Upon hearing all this, I'm very upset and sickened. Trump's ultimatum is a ticking time bomb. He's put America's way of life at stake, where our future livelihood and safety are very vulnerable to being attacked by our mounting enemies. Even as we speak, our allies and NATO are giving Trump the cold shoulder and are reluctant to assist in forcing Iran to open the Strait of Hormuz.
Normally, I'd pray for a windfall in my direction--good health, good deals, good catches, good friendship, and good wealth, but today I would trade all those prayers and pray for the Iranian people, their families, their cultures, and their way of life. I can empathize with them being pawns under their government's regime during this war and being under extreme duress as their country faces Trump's ultimatum today. I pray to God that there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel and that Iran is saved.
connie pachecho
4/7/26 430pm EST
In autumn's graceful waltz of time
Where beauty and decay lovely intertwine.
And where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move this is a mesmerizing rhyme.
Leaves fall like a master painter's dream
Such a masterpiece mixed in color and light.
Twirling and a pirouette and the wind's gentle hymn
Is celebrating life's fleeting and graceful flight.
Raindrops are falling in a celestial jeté
I breathe in the air so crisp and so fair.
A gentle wind as secrets it keeps
A promise of renewal in the cool autumn ballet.
Within decay's soft and relentless caress
Unseen beauty takes the actors stage.
Golden leaves crunch underfoot like nature’s applause
Soft light filters through the trees like a lover's gaze.
Silence of the air soothes my soul like a lullaby.
Autumn is a ballet of graceful transition
A time for release and a moment to move on.
Yet, it is also a time of great hope.
A chance for fresh beginnings and where dancers are drawn.
The Harvest's abundance in life's great field
For the Fruits of labor and love's sweet trove.
The apple's nectar on my tongue, it yields.
Nature's gift is a dance
from heavens above.
Yet, as I taste the apple’s sweet yield...
I am transported to autumns of past.
To childhood days in the orchard field
And laughter lament is fading fast.
We seek the fire's embrace
against the chill.
As we are preparing for winter's
timeless phase.
And children's laughter fills with thrill -
That joyous echo of
Halloween's displays.
A fire crackles in life’s burning spin.
Look, as new life emerges from...
the ember's gentle glow.
We experience a symbol of...
transformation
a dance within...
Just like life's eternal rhythm...
like a river's ebb and flow.
There is steadfast and an...
unwavering resolve.
As a lone leaf clings to its
solitary dream.
A dream of green...
a dance as life revolves...
Against winter's ongoing
relentless regime.
Within winter's embrace and where life's seeds lie
Lies a seed of promise...
in silence grown.
I close my eyes and join autumn's
endless grace.
In reverie... I find my truest home.
Yet when I awaken -
It was a fleeting dream.
As the scent of autumn lingers in the air...
A testament to time that life's beauty is in…
Its ever-turning stream.