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Foreword: on 30 December 2018 one last straggling rose remained in my garden. Below it a daffodil flower was just splitting, ready to open. Now that can’t be right.
The Rose And The Daffodil
The rose and the daffodil never should meet
Although one will grow at the other one’s feet
In some proper climate there just isn’t room
For a daffodil flower to watch a rose bloom
When summers were cradled by May and September
Roses we saw and daffs we’d remember
But now daffs and roses are blooming together
Unthinking we welcome this disjointed splendour
In the March I once knew, a new spring was due
And September’s autumn saw leaves change their hue
But the rose a contender to see off November
While daffodils open to brighten December
The holiday maker sunbathes with the masses
Worrying not about copious gasses
That pour from the engines of passenger jets
For sun, sea and sand is as good as it gets
The vomit of commerce the cities spew out
While making the stuff that we can’t do without
So many products that make our today
That factories make and we throw away
But no workshop makes us a shiny new climate
It’s future so finite a human could time it
Perhaps we should worry about our forever
When the rose and the daffodil flower together
4 January 2019
For: Food for Thought Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man of God.
I rest my weight on the hard wooden bench with worn out cushion just to let this man of God spew out the words of God like rain upon my soul.
Many Sundays his pounding and prolific oratory would shake my unconscious, this man of God.
His words of God are righteous and they filled the sanctuary like a balloon, and this man of God is always in harmony.
This man of God energy is that of the sun because the glory of God's love is upon him.
This man of God method of delivering the holy word is conventional, yet he catapults his sermons in the most phenomenal fashion.
This man of God spontaneously in the spirit of the moment kindles the heart of the captive congregation with vociferous and powerful narrations. With resourceful minds, they are aboard a spiritual ship riding the waves of his glorious orations.
I know this man of God, that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Although it is said that he is an academic man with degrees from prestigious institutions, I know this man of God as a most humble and gifted man.
As he roars, and sing, and teach, and spring, I am glad that God led me to this servant of God, that roars from the bottom of the city below the red blood line.
Created by Mary E.W. Stephenson and submitted to Daily Press in the community section online.
Bitter words spew out of your well-polished poison pen
Insult me, go on belittle me with your vile vitriolic venom
Think you are better than me – hell no way!
Every word that spills from your pathetic pen sucks
My one poem to your river of rancid rubbish
Each to their own, but I will NEVER change my style
Bite me, go on bite me - like a sweet juicy apple
I can bite back like a Rottweiler – taunt me enough and I will snap
Tart sour words full of malice I CAN pen perfectly
Except I keep my opinion and hostile words in my head
Me, I don’t pretend to be anything I am not
Every word you pen is pure malignant malice
A fiction write purely for contest.... or is it! You decide!
05~31~15
Contest: Bite Me – John Lawless
You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Let her go
She tried to hurt you
Let her go
She tried to bleed you
Let her go
She tried to dent your ego
Let her go
JUST LET HER GO
She doesn’t deserve you
You are the sun
Blazing high in the sky
Devouring everything in your path
She is not even the moon
For she is unable to be
A mere reflection of you
You are the ocean
Boundless, strong, raging..FREE
She isn’t even the sea
Nor yet a stream
She is but a trickle
A trickle of a bad dream
You are a volcano
Shaking and quaking
Erupting with passion
Shooting out molten lava
That sears as it courses down
She isn’t even the ash
That you spew out of your mouth
You are the giant sequoia
Firmly rooted
Standing your ground
Withstanding storms
Proud
She isn’t even a branch
Let alone a twig
Dying to hold on
To cling to the tree
You are the mountain
Rising majestically
Piercing the sky
She isn’t even a tiny hill
No, she is a valley
A hidden valley of shame
That sun disdains to reach
To touch….to kiss
To bless with warmth and light
LET HER GO
LET HER…….GO!!!
Don’t let her color your tomorrow
Don’t let her breathe in your yesterday
Don’t give her the pleasure of knowing
She has bruised you
Used you
Abused you
DON’T
Please….DON’T!
Please, my dear friend
Precious and priceless
A living breathing feeling treasure
Yes, YOU
JUST LET HER GO!
Only then can you embrace
The one who comes to you
Softly
Gently
Who will love you
Truly
Surely
Fiercely
Passionately
With sheer abandon of heart and soul
One who will laugh at yesterday and mock tomorrow
For her love is not hemmed in by time
No, it’s divine
The woman of your dreams
Who has heard your silent screams
Awaits…
Open your arms
And let her come!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Seething turbulent waters
Angry billowing waves
Ready to pound and crush
To pull under and punish
To churn and churn
And leave breathless
Gasping, fighting for breath
For LIFE
Angry...where once it was calm
Tranquil
Serene and deep
Oh, so deep
With treasures to be explored
With beauty to be seen
GRASPED
Felt and enjoyed
Now…..the storm is brewing
The waves cresting
Readying themselves to crash down
To obliterate
And exact revenge
For the sea is a force of nature
Not to be tampered with
It can mesmerize
It can allure and excite
Drench and envelope
With liquid euphoria
But it cannot be tamed
It WILL not be tamed
It will tame
Conquer
OVERPOWER
Devour and spew out
If not understood
If not appreciated
If not held in awe and respect
It can threaten one's very existence
And if it chooses not to destroy
It is sure to leave the foolish hearted
Lost
LOST at SEA
YES, I will leave you
LOST in MY SEA
Of ANGRY PASSION
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The green-eyed monster
The green-eyed monster has awakened
From a sleep that made him rest
As he has regained his vigour
He will put you to the test
You will have to act real courteous
While your heart with envy sears
And you must control your anger
Maybe even hide your tears
Your endurance will be torture
For it lacks good sentiment
There’s no will or motivation
To utter any compliment
Now your mood is so confusing
And it shows upon your face
Which appears real taut and rigid
And you feel so out of place
’Cause the monster has awakened
And he wants to be amused
He wants you to spew out venom
And he will not be excused
As you struggle not to please him
You blend friendliness with spite
And it all becomes real awkward
’Cause you want to do what’s right
So you smile and raise your eyebrows
In case your eyes stare blank and cold
’Cause you want no one to blame you
For a grudge that you might hold
This is how you fight the monster
Or at least that’s how you try
And it looks as if you’re winning
But you know it’s just a lie.
Wendy Nipas
Oh, the sins we commit in the name of progress,
Oh, the lives we ruin in the name of progress,
Oh, the backward steps we take in the name of progress,
Oh, the resources we waste in the name of progress,
Oh, the lies we tell in the name of progress.
Will we ever learn that though we can never stay in one spot forever?
We have a full 360 degrees at our disposal,
Automatic gear change,
And Break assist,
Machines that can turn on a dime,
Scale models,
Water testing tanks,
Wind tunnels,
Number cruncher's,
And computers to spew out dire warnings,
Records from past civilisations,
Grandparents,
Resources of all kinds at our fingertips,
Yoga experts.
And minds trained to know better.
Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.
After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out.
Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.
Hormones make the Endocrine System work
They’re always around, they always lurk.
And they do so many things
And to the body the blood always brings
So many chemicals all over abound
Each only binds to specific receptors found.
Sometimes they’re high, sometimes they’re low
And hormones always absolutely go
Via the blood until it finds,
Its special receptor, where it binds.
And no matter what you think you knew
There’s only five things they generally do.
Membrane potential, a hormone can alter,
And so a cell’s function will never falter.
When they alter membrane potentials we know
And that always means information will flow.
Protein synthesis, too, gets involved
And making large molecules soon gets resolved.
They can cause proteins synthesis in the cell
By turning on genes that work so well.
Enzyme modifications are also the norms
They can activate second messenger forms.
And when it does, it can certainly cause,
Enzyme activity or enzyme pause.
Secretions, too, the cell will spit out,
Due to the hormone, because of its clout.
And what is the importance of what the hormones’ issues
These cells spew out substances to affect other tissues.
Then there’s the last, reproductive in nature
Mitosis and meiosis, both important in stature.
Both types of cell division are obviously affected,
Another example of hormones, reflected.