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Foundation.
With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.
Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?
Title:
A voice in the dark whispers
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Not down
And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation
Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon
But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons
With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth
For the son of Cronus and Rhea
Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near
To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands
Delighting in unimaginable fear
So be
Precipitous
And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades
Hidden
Within
Its mists
Espouse goodness
While you still
Live
Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss
And try to avoid
The Void
Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price
But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise
With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice
Will you try to do good?
Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The termite culture's rich and vast,
more so, sometimes, than humankind,
with martyrs and mujahideen,
and projects ponderous yet precise,
and back-up plans, a hundredfold.
How do they do it?
Society is based on caste,
with tasks and territory assigned
by social rank. Some watch, some wean,
some whittle, weave, ward off, entice,
while food for all is fairly doled.
How do they do it?
Their architecture's unsurpassed,
with geodesic shapes, designed
with opulence almost obscene,
and altruists. Self-sacrifice
is common. And they mine for gold!
How do they do it?
Hardly least and never last,
over her subjects (all of them blind)
there reigns a massive, fertile queen,
releasing pheromones (how nice!)
She lives to forty-five years old!
How do they do it?
Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating
caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with 10,000 maniacs
intense heat and duraflame
long since eroding
weather beaten soul asylum
strip mining away
vestial trace, hence impossible mission
rectifying purposeless existence
imputed to passive self sacrifice
upon cusp of prepubescence
mystified, mummified, modified,
stilled, lulled, andhushed
obsessively grammatically fanatical
oftimes feeble efforts yielded countless
corrective editing measures
subsequently rendering lame
resultant deplorable effort
despite NON GMO gluten
and monosodiumglutimate free
diet of (hooked) worms
limply tethered symbolic constructs
analogous to dangling participles
scraping, plowing, etching...
imperfect triangulated Hollywood squares
across parched stream of consciousness
former luscious cerebral riverbeds
long since bone dry
millennium since onset climate change
courtesy global warming
blowing in the hot torpid wind
sands of time elapsed
accepted biological demise
forever linkedin with his forebears
birth/death repurposed cycle
activated, demonstrated, gifted...
integration, narration, reincarnation...
biochemical, geological, paleontological...
legacy randomly begetting me
epochal, integral, orbital saga
since time immemorial
fifty plus shades of once ashen gray
well muscled athletic human specimen
oblivious corpse good n plenti
petrified, metamorphosed, coalesced
bleached skull and crossbones
grown brittle when blazing sun's
rays generated aforementioned disparate ideas
jangled, rankled, and zapped
in tandem with bared tiger (no lion)
slapdash pell mell, helter
skelter, higglety pigglety...
germane blitzkrieg rained down above
leaving writer, tortured, mortified, and benumbed
without either sense or sensibility
nor pride and prejudice
perusing discombobulated chaotic
kamikaze lobbed muddlesome nonsense.
I could be a clone of self sacrifice
Ai devoured thee
To the bottom of the dead
Laughing at the humor of life
Turning down running out to grab a case you're needing some attention
When you.are in an empty space of time
When you are turning inside out
Spiralling down
And down
Towards some political debate
Has fear grown another leg
When you get to bottom of that can
Itll take you closer
To the bottom of the dead
To the bottom of the dead
The button they called red
When your youth won't leave you
It beacons to the soul
To keep things simple and congealed
Looking for gel in the hands of a glove
Coming up to bat
Please don't throw me no curve ball or a sinker to the plate
Keep it simple
Though it all seemed done at 19
It was already too late
For fate to.lead you
To the bottom of the 20s
Saying goodbye to fools who seek pain
Losing that air in your head
Feeling that breeze of the dead
Feeling that life in the sun and the rain
And the power of finding the fun
That was lost
At the barrel of a gun
That made life a bowl
So drool so drool
It picks you up
And shakes off the dead
And puts fun back in your head
So we forever leave
The politics who dwell
Att the bottom.
Of the dead
Ashoka Chakra is on the flag of our nation.
It symbolizes movement since there is death with stagnation.
Twenty-four spokes comprise the mighty wheel.
They represent the rishis whose knowledge and power were real.
The spokes signify love, courage, patience, and peacefulness.
There is also magnanimity, goodness, faithfulness, and gentleness;
along with selflessness, self-control, self sacrifice, and truthfulness.
Don’t forget righteousness, justice, mercy, and gracefulness;
as well as humility, spiritual knowledge, the fear of God, and empathy.
Finally, there are moral values, spiritual wisdom, the faith or trust, and sympathy.
They are all the virtuous qualities of dharma.
Forever may the flag fly over India.
I thank wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem.
Yes
It is i
I am
The
Nurse
Who held your eye's gaze
And so to held your hand
At what seemed the world's end
Your guardian angel
Repeating your name
Begging you to stay the course
Not give in
Or up
Saving you from crossing over
With no personal investment
Pending in the outcome
But yet you did and do
Every day and again tomorrow
Without fail or fault
Stoic brave beyond reproach
To many not the few
Who for without you
Tomorrow never comes
Will arrive
For thou art
I nurse
Death's only
One true foe
Amen
Cherished be
And blessed they
Each and every
One of them
I only pray your reward
Be fitting
Of your
Self- Sacrifice
Death may be an outlet
But your kindness is the inlet
It's OK
that you don't have much to say
Your words are kept on paper
For your eyes to savor
It doesn't matter that your best friends
Are Agatha Christie and Emily Dickinson
It's alright that the phone doesn't ring
With silly chatter over pointless things
Don't be concerned with the prom princess
With perfect skin who looks flawless
You are not one of the sheep that blends in
You are more alive in your own skin
Of books, and writing, and libraries
They can keep their ugly judgments and drunk parties
You don't need doctors and therapy
Because you prefer anonymity
To toxic high school hypocrisy
You put yourself before contests
To see which boy likes which girl the best
You like yourself for who you are
Proud to be unpopular
Proud of your poetry, proud of your rhymes
Your unvalued hobby, your peculiar pastime
You like reading the thesaurus for fun!
Never apologize, never be done
You know
your old soul
Don't fall into the female curse
Of self-sacrifice, always love yourself, first.
7/17/18
For one, I am small and increase the body of reverse
As love and hate enter space and time without poles
The largeness of sleep and dimensional reality
Going into a law of consistent inconsistencies
Raw the cost never leaves into laughter
By his own facts which enlist varied gods
Sex is the validation unto which is declaration
To make intent stronger and mind no speak into the certainty
Twisting and turning where skills are refused
War seems skill
War seems knowledge
Also fight
Yet experience makes cry and far as you run
The earth makes sure of variation
To watch through the glass
By expectancy and obliterate
It has been the patriot to call love
So the squeeze will leave as rendered outside of the king
Available as throwing the towel in
Because the lights among us would offer rationale
As tossing in self sacrifice is the magnified gain
Old friends make more dinner in adverse
Guessing without a train nails part
Mission would herald the boarding bite so clear
Love is not just a spoken language
nor will it always heal like a bandage.
Affectionate actions and self sacrifice
should come naturally - not at a price.
Real passion is not only lust and desire,
simply two souls connecting to inspire.
Unconditional love is the foundation of trust,
learning to forgive in actions deemed unjust.
A gentleman is always thoughtful and genuine
yearning for a beloved, elegantly feminine.
After all these years, it's still his only dream,
the one wish changing his life into supreme.
When burdened he'll rest his head upon her chest,
listening to her heartbeat, he'll know he is blessed.
With soft hands stroke his heavy head lightly,
her heavenly sanctuary embracing him tightly.
Her beautiful lips tender, rosy and calm,
yearn to be kissed, like a healing balm.
Yet she remains a dream in the distance,
his heart craves for her with daily persistence.
Beloveds hoping to merge without resistance,
celebrating love, breathing it into existence
Silent One
Written 1 January 2016
Captain America’s Shield
Who never would yield
Who could do this all day
And yet
Who’s that good?
Does it always circle around to freedom and courage?
Is it always concentric circles of bravery all the way to the core”
There’s got to be more, some dark chocolate underneath that candy shell
Of patriotism, self-sacrifice, perfect hair?
The shield has no name, it matches the flag, but lots has happened since
Things have heated and cooled several times while it, and you were on ice
Must you always play strong and nice?
Don’t get me wrong, there are enough tortured heroes, so you should do you
And The shield should stay true, but maybe
From time to time
There could be a few dents