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Premium Member Simplicity

Three forms of comparision in adjectives
As well as in life
Positive,comparative and superlative
And both comparative and superlative may fall out of simplicity 
Sometimes we have to be simple and grateful to life
Greater expectation will require more wisdom, effort and perseverance
Which may go beyond our limited abilities
Moreover greed may lead us astray
Resulting in exhaustion and disappointment
Or repentance and penalty
If without much ability and wisdom
Better we pursue simplicity
Which may give us at least
Some gratefulness
Some satisfaction
Some happiness
And a less pressured life
Besides our limited ability and wisdom
Simplicity will only ask for truth and justice
Maybe for a simple mind and heart
Which resembles the chemical evolution in the origin of life
From simple to complex
A gift of the universe and  the almighty god
A simple happiness free of evil and guilt will do


Disbarkment

The Innocence Presumption dropped
Disbarkment of technology
Full case
Of court 
And Law 
Your secret friend 
The Cyber Expertise 
Resulting shall not be in each the situation
But address
Of whole agressor firms
Agendas with
And the activities of theirs stopped

For their visions
Not to be the influence of yours
Have own vision
That appears true
The judgement of the composition is corrupt
They have no right occuring services to you

So why the law subjected cannot be to doubt then 
If the observed attempt to tend defending the insulter
They reckon we with them
But that's ain't true in fact
It isn't up to them 
To be the core
For us decide
And Justice 
In their interests scheme 
To alter

What for Computer then 
Exists
If cannot He or She produce correctly computations
Of the State
Instead it strives to speed of rendering 
Inadequate domains 
Presenting little to no interests
To solicitation
When those who shall be on the Indicted Row
Shall have the benefits of the Defense


Compare friend 
Defense Attorney and Attorney of Defense
What's fair
What's the Alphabet 
And Navy and the Army 
Has the children 
Whom exposed
And Special Services
And the exploitation
There's not a penny for my thought
It's pence
In the decisions these
You reckon Bureau 
Point exists
For the debation?
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Are We Educated

Having chosen to feel contrast
Is it not strange that we feel aghast
Immersed in this dual realm of limitation
Imagining as real, our life on earth play station

Deluded, in vain we attempt to enhance the status
Of our decaying feeble organic form apparatus
With senses externalised, everything is sized
No wonder then, God remains unrealised

The truth is simple, we need to look within
Silencing thought flow din is the way to begin
Head and heart gentled and with love in alignment
We embark in earnest upon our God search assignment 

Nothing is needed dear soul, save our burning yearning
Bliss magnetism soon has nodes within us churning
Polarities meld in heart resulting in bliss ignition
We thus obtain directly our true erudition 

30-March-2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Thank God For Hospitals

For 65 years, I had no need to be under the care of a doctor,                                                                                nor was I ever on prescription medication except for dental issues.                                                                 At 65, I went to see my assigned primary doctor, and after saying                                                                      hello, my next words were, "Doctor, just give me no pain". I admit,                                                                    for 6 decades, I had been blessed with a pain-free life and was spoiled. 

Twice in my life, I have been a patient in the hospital. My best memory                                                             tells me that it was some 40 years ago when I sought minor surgery for                                                          the removal of a growth on my wrist. They did a swell job, and the scare is barely visible after all these years. However, I do remember that I was given too much Valium, and passed out in the hall way returning to my room from the shower. Not good.  Imagine if you please. The first administering of drugs to me resulted in being overdosed. My first personal impression and experience with drugs and hospitals was a bad one. 

Second time around was five years ago for a pace maker insertion. Excellent work by the cardiologist and his aids. However, during my two-day stay, I was given medications and pain killers that my body was not used to. After being sent home, the pain killers shut my regulation system down, resulting in serious constipation. The spasmatic pains were far greater that any from the heart procedure; and I was forced to return to the emergency where I waited for hours in pain. 

I finally saw a doctor who remedied my issue. I do not know if my case was typical, but if it is, one can count on hospital visits as places where remedies are pretty common, but pain-free or overdose-free experiences, not so much. Nevertheless, I cannot imagine a world free of hospitals. 

072520PS
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Hyacinth

The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered  
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince, 
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth. 
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait 
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried 
to tempt his heart, but all in vain. Though impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky. 
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo 
playfully engaged in discus throwing. 
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant death. Jealousy prevailed. 
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple; 
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.

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Contest: Epic Only
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
Form: Epic


Premium Member Open the Floodgates

I chase the migrating mirage of endless desires
in the desolate desert of my weary existence,
I carry my languishing life listlessly across bleakness
on the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion.

I wander worn down in the wasted landscape 
with the deceptive awareness of bereft belonging  
to the surreal ambiance of beguiling openness,
I’m caught in the whirlpool of mire of mortal being.

I strive strongly to be free from the worldly grip,  
destiny designs, resulting in the loss of essence,
impelling me to break away and chart a new path,
with discernment of divine conscience guiding me.

I transcend the looming limits of space and time, 
implore God to show me the way of inward journey,
for I devoutly yearn to be suffused serenely with 
the patina of perpetual peace shining in the soul. 
 
I perceive the shower of His graceful endowment,
flooding me with the aura of freedom and happiness.  
I sense delighted the faithful flow of blissful divinity
inundate my inner sanctum as I open the floodgates.

_________________

April 28, 2022
Theme Chosen : Open The Floodgates
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 30
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh

Premium Member Tragic Perfection

Somewhere deep within the machinery of life, in the nearly unfathomable growth and division-by-replication cycle, one was not like the others. And then, an unlikely pair… A cascade resulting in an avalanche, all within the mysteries of a slice of DNA, a gene. She is remarkable, a thing of true beauty, and her perceptions of the world were never mine, but they are altered by this wayward spark, this catalyst that propels her outside the lines of “normal”. She is perhaps the most loving of the five, will curl up in your lap and stroke your face and flash a smile that tells you all is right with the world, and yet she lags behind her younger sibling, at least in the ways we finite creatures mark and measure our reality. But what I have come to understand from our Designer is that everything is done with the utmost care, with exquisite attention to detail, and this leads me to believe that he was not daydreaming when he formed her. Or if he was, she was on his mind, and on his face, a smile that tells you all is right with the world…


tragic perfection ~
the true tragedy lies with
a flawed perception


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for the Like A Child Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
written on 07/16/2022
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haibun

Praise Be To the Lord Russia Has Found a Vaccine

Breaking news this just in,

Russian medics have just discovered 
a vaccine or cure for Covid-19

1 sprits of Novichok

1 cup if tea laced with Polonium - 210

Followed by a weekend mini city break

Taking in the 125 meter tall steeple
above Salisbury Cathedral

A symposium on fake news delivered
by Vlad Putin himself

A beginner's introduction to chemistry on the 
periodic tables most toxic poisons

And a crash course in election
tampering 

Then lunch a passing out ceremony
and certificate with matching gift set

And proverbial negative swab test resulting 
in the all clear nothing to see here

Nostrovia vodka for everyone to celebrate
and toast our success

Premium Member CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISH MILWAUKEE FBI SUPERVISOR HEIMBACH AND ME

MILWAUKEES BEST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE REVENGE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON A DISABLED TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED MOM THIS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT BEGAN WHEN I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH MILWAUKEE FBI BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI WITH HIM FOR YEARS I REPORTED MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND AND HIS STRIPPERS WERE PLOTTING MY DEATH RESULTING IN MY WITNESSING AMURDER  AT MY FEET SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH FBI SUPERVISOR SENT MILWAUKEE BEST PORNSTARS TO SEDUCE MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND IN ORDER TO HAVE ME MURDERED FOR BEING AN FBI INFORMANT SPECIAL AGENTS DECIDED TO ASSASINATE ME AND ASSIST MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND IN HIDING HIS MISTRISSES HIS STABLE OF HOOKERS TURNED GANG RELATED FEMALE AGENTS FROM MILWAUKEE EXPOSING ME TO GANG LEADERS TO BE KILLED IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE A CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE MY SKULL THE TERRORS OF TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND BRUTALLY BEAT ME AND MY CHILDREN AS I LAYING BLEEDING THESE FEMALE AGENTS DEMANDED HE EMBEZZLED MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO FUND HIS STABLE OF HOOKERS WITH BADGES THEY ACTUALLY BEGAN PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME APPLETON WISCONSIN MINNESOTA WHERE HE FIRST SON LIVED WITH HIS MOTHER MS. MILLER DEVESTATED I FLED FROM HIM THIS HORROR BUT HIS AGENTS WERE NOW AFTER MY DISABILITY INCOME DUE TO MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND OLDEST SON COMMITTING CRIMES IN MY SONS NAME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND AND HIS ELDEST SONS MOM TOGETHER PLOTTED THEE UNTHINKABLE RESULTING IN THEIR SON NAVANTE B JONES KILLING HIMSELF HE COULD NO LONGER PRETEND TO IMPERSONATE MY SON CRUELTY UNREAL A VICIOUS FEMALE CULT JHORE JOHNSON DANITA DELMONT AGENT TALISA SHAW ALICIA HILTON MS MILLER MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SADLY IDENTITY FRAUD UPON ME WRAPPED NEATLY IN A BOW IN BLOOMINGTON MINNESOTA WITH NAVANTE B JONES DEAD BODY THIS OPERATION BEGAN 8-14-2003 MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HIS STRIPPERS **** STARS SLASH FBI AGENTS SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND TERRORIZED MY LIFE WITH THREATS SLANDER HATRED TERRORISTS THREATS BECAUSE THEY WERE BLACKMAILING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND TO EXTORT HIS OWN WIFES TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO FUND THIS FILTHY FEMALE CULT OF CORRUPT AGENTS EXTORTING MY IDENTITY PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME FINALLY SENDING MY STEPSON TO HIS GRAVE SEVERE SLANDER HATRED FROM ABUSE OF POWER JHORE JOHNSON PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND Y JHORE JOHNSON IDENTITY FRAUD
Form: Naat

New Earth Light

Violet Flame of Transmutation burn
             burnish sacral until Holy White
thaw caw-caw ______      S C R E A M 
                                  black crows at door
resist no more day, night ~ clear  S I G H T
                                       gawking, LAUGHING 

Asperges, Domine ! pyramids resound 
                  Asperges, Domine !  ~ drops 
                               s.p.r.i.n.k.l.e.  dangling, puddling _________calm pond resulting 
Melchedzedek hails grail no frailty rebounds 
purple priestesses hold light in sight no fear DARE daring challenging coming coming came

strike and dissolve FELT ETERNITY 
C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.E.D  no clinging 
                           chanting mantra with lanterns 
phœnix RISE
                      RISING
                                   R I S E N 
                           from grey ashes in tantrum
burning earning firing lightning LIGHT

dark serpents to NewEarth   f l a s h I NG
cry sobbing on hob hot tears so dear 
          brain raining a forest, a rainforest of rainbows reflecting, refracting  REMINDING
remembering  WHO I AM I AM YOU
sow luminal seeds, branding spring fling 
         felicitous fountains bringing singing 
                  SINGING 
sigh a high perting hurting destruction for
Recognition softly

dance spirit floor,  hugging Self’s delight ! 
FEEL   the       D*E*A*L*
                   a moist flowery deal to peal ___~~

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