Long Solicitation Poems
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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?
Walking through many doorways every day,
think of them as doors of perception if you may.
As you create those mental spaces and ponder,
many other doors open like a chain reaction wonder.
Those spaces creating new potential trace,
intuitive virtue inspired by the space.
Creation for sake of purpose with no limit,
visions by pure concentrations illuminate.
Those moments holding the golden key,
into a divine knowledge appointee.
Prejudice thoughts will look many doors,
preconceived manipulation that soars.
The doors of reasons have the sign of solicitation,
while the doors of creed are named desperation.
The biggest doors are the kingdom of relief,
and doors that not exist are for the thief.
Sacramental openings are other gold painted passages,
propaganda with mass psychotic gavages.
Believing doors are the ultimate cell,
by inferior power to keep the shell.
The doors in the lovers dream open themselves,
with guardians of sprites and elf’s.
The great architect places carefully its doors,
the inside of creation and its adores.
The art of thinking and its creation,
freewill and rainbow sensation.
The doors to heaven are always open,
the eternal lovers key and invisible token.
Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear,
to follow the sun.
Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun.
Makes for fluid thinking when
the mind thirsts in it's ilk.
For Mother's milk.
For the Father's tidings
Binder rings
A novel read
Of your mind
Nature's Novelty
Binds you to it's juicy mystery in kind
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other.
Like thing
to
like thing.
Rings that bind to your imagination.
They capture your memory,
leaving the residue thumbprint of
the moment, there forever.
It pairs you with wisdom as you reflect in it's sightings,
Angelic visitation, moonlightings,
and transformation, solicitation.
You are your own destiny.
Your own princess or Queen. Infallible.
The lawyer of
The laws of the Urban Jungle.
It's all just science and chance,
Incident of
happenstance
accidents' technicality-
that appears and gives in your hands
nothing for nothing.
But empty plans.
But where is your place and your reason, to be.
Your body, your choice, your current, and your grand design.
Need not be
under scrutiny. Right?
The fittest survive.
Power cables to the throne.
Empowered electricity, let the bodies hit the flow. Right?
But never ask why.
You have an emptiness. You have a
reservation in your soul to an abyss. Planting dark seeds.
RSVP,
R.I.P.
the lips of Deaths kiss,
planting its spiritual AIDS,
Viral- non binary STD ( binaural beats )
Whispers of freedom from PP.
No responsibility glitters like diamonds empty and cold.
Glitters freedom
like the panning of fool's gold.
So.
Prospect those stairway caverns to the Pipers Magic Kingdom For Sale. Sold.
Sole property. Soully under, sovereign autonomy. No vacancy. No vagrancy. NoCosign. Usery. Counterfeit.
Deeds. Auction. Double blind.
Rinse. Repeat. Rewind.
10,
Hot wax drips, honeysuckle lips
lavender scent, mind held waft
slow dancing
with a body so so soft
sexy sweet in blood red stelletos
picture perfect mirrored off the wall
but it's more that seduces my mind
than the way your enter my eye
a sapiosexual solicitation of surrender
surrounding my constant inner thought
trusting of wit
caressing each and every bit
and byte/bite
of my attention
a love drunk intervention of must
I lust
your spoken word
and your lighted soul
burning brightly inside
my yearning heart rises
to your harp~like voice
and leaps like a Wolf
at the whisper of your name
etched on the body of life
Cover to cover
rosy cheeks looked at him from the Corner of her
eyes, beckOning him oVer to her solicitation of lovE
and sexual desire. She kept winking those big eyes,
determined to Reel him like an easy fish, baiTing him
in with her youth and beauty, a race course Of curves,
no man would not want to speed his Car in. Her track
gorgeous. Her Oval better. A haven to challenge quest,
beVy of love and thE climax of adrenaline. She kept
ogling, her hands inching her skirt up her thighs. He
opened up to her finally. She caught heR mark. A
kitten, walking towards her seeking warmth and love.
connie pachecho
1/13/17
notes-acoustic reading book; message cover to cover-solicitor read her mark like a book, cover to cover, under the guise thereof
Baneful Invitations
by Odin Roark
With so many invitations offered
He often graciously refused
Even as the ones he accepted
Colored him wary of power’s enticement
Seldom did he recognize the shadows
So caught in the obvious seduction
That cloak of safety
Forever capable of disguise
By allure’s chameleon
Into the years of light’s duplicity
The darkness that strove to rule
He wandered
Bereft of judgment
So unakin to wisdom’s path
Until
Worn sandals of search
Became unneeded
As the rutted paths
Washed out roads
Mapped futures
Disappeared
Such became his epiphany
That becoming one with
The nymph of his freedom-quest
Life’s tenacity
Like his own
Found solace from solicitation
Reclining amidst the tundra of austerity
Where honesty
Not manipulation
Integrity
Not duplicity
Flowered his blanket of comfort
Requests became gossamer
As his view from on high
Amidst fragrances sublime
Blinded eyesight’s temptation
Deafened hearing’s regret
Lifted the sense of being
Outside the once enticing prison
He could but gaze with wonder
Down there
Amidst the throngs
Invitations continued multiplying
Just as acceptance
Continued gorging itself
I can't so joke or play or waste much time until I know
whether the english man is dealing magic
or pun the mustang horse
or mushroom rice or beans or moon
or even sometimes absorb her whims
or whether yesterday things were both nationalism
and patriotism and hope of many, many, many peaceful
world or astang-
Or what do you think is solicitation in fantasy and mystery
except sometimes the woods is a glimpse nightmare
leaning skeleton of some of our whims?, or glass
or something in the mustang horse?, I can count how
many times the moon is a reign is an english rumour
or whisper, tis neither too blue or old or black, yes
astang?.
Out into the garden I would go,
To smell the perfumed daffodil,
When I would begin to throw,
My feelings in full intent and will.
Thy delicacy evades description,
But I know that it does not,
Since thou art nature’s solicitation,
Evolution’s prime living pot.
So bold a plane will surface me,
Tender me until I cannot hide,
Playfully withdraw my sobriety,
Until I am able to myself abide.
With thee, I know humankind’s bleeds,
And from Wordsworth, king and pundit,
And my gratitude to him intercedes,
The bitterness of god’s gambit.
Sweet daffodils, thou givest memory,
As the master nobly concluded,
Because that moment thou didst vivify,
Is brought back whenever regarded.
I was moved to write this poem after watching the brilliant and thought-provoking show: "Without a Trace", Season 4, Episode 18: "The Road Home".
When you're on your knees
By Michelle Morris
17/08/2022
He got down on his knees
Gave up his weapon and his hope
His mother was a junkie
Who had left him for her dope
And all he ever wanted
Was to keep his family together
But after his father passed
His mother couldn't care
He had a little brother
And two little sisters too
The lived in a tiny apartment
In New York City's millions
He worked so hard
To keep that roof over their heads
But they were too far behind
On their apartment rent
He and a friend turned
To a life of crime
In order to get money
To pay the bills on time
But it all went wrong
And he went to jail
His siblings landed up
Living with their aunt, far away
His mother went to jail
For child endangerment
Her boyfriend was arrested
For drugs and solicitation
No one got out unscathed
Just another missing person case
But in the long run
The children would be safe
This is another story
That teaches us life lessons
The choices we make
Can impact on our family and friends
It's important to step back
And look at the path we're taking
Because if we're not careful
It will be a mess we're making
Every one has to choose
Their attention and fate
And whether they can love themselves
Enough to learn from their mistakes
And when you're on your knees
It may be time to pray
Get guidance for the light
To shine the right way
One by one
We can take those steps
Move forward with hope
And less regret
One by one
We can stand tall again
And over time become
A whole person mended
And when the time is served
And we're set free
We can make things right
For our families
And in the end
Our slate is clean
Our souls are healed
And we are one with Him
© Michelle Morris, 2022
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.