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Yup, here they come
hippies, yuppies, kiddies and Millenials, generation X on the run
they gather at the restaurants and malls
ten or twelve six feet apart walk along the walls
casually strolling pass the limited entry stores
no longer able to stay at home, so tired and so bored.
There's Old Joe and John, laughing as they wave their hands
to Sue and Lynn, Morgan and Zoe in the corner stand
masks upon their face, sauntering with grace
hoping to find a sale within this space,
but security is riding on their segway racers
courting those who appear displacers.
There are no flash mobs here
all the people hold back their fears
these once avid partygoers
are now streamlined floaters
longing, aching, wishful thinking of party times
when they all danced and drank alcoholic wines.
What is this strange place we find ourself in
Vast space, linear time, therein confined
Trapped in the open, we are free within
Bemused by illusions, consciousness blind
Weary we are now, going through life’s grind
Something’s not right here, something is amiss
Clear truth’s been shared with us, by sages kind
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
Scriptures speak of love, as also of sin
But are we not in bondage, trapped in mind
Cave of heart is open, let’s go therein
With love and light, choosing to be aligned
Exiting narrowness and thoughts unkind
Cravings of ego, bottomless abyss
Who we really are, let’s here now find
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
Dwelling in silence, shutting off thought din
We leave erst fears and desires far behind
Feeling then joy currents, tingle our skin
Soma nectar flows, through pathways assigned
Layer by layer, consciousness refined
Hearts joy throbs heighten, transmuting to bliss
Ego dies, we become divine entwined
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
We stand erect, soul with spirit streamlined
Gripped in bliss of a never ending kiss
We know we’re He, who we sought out to find
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
04-February-2022
"Look around and see how birds and animals disclose the secrets of self survival and display how their bodies are streamlined to excel in their art"- By Poet
In the twisting tangle of the mangrove
Where eye can’t see beyond leaves
Sits a kingfisher, very alert,
Without the smallest quirk or quiver.
Its wings are bluer than the blue skies,
And body brighter than the brightest gold.
It sits surveying intently the water,
Flowing down the river.
With its sharp polaroid eyes
It spies the shoal of fish,
Darting up and down.
Measuring the distance
It makes a sudden move,
Diving into the water.
All we see is a flash of amber and blue,
And the water suddenly splashing up,
With a harsh clinking sound.
Sweeping down, the bird comes up,
With a sloshing silver fish,
Dangling from its beak like an ornate pendant
And landing down on a dry twig.
The fish shuddering in its beak
Is gulped down in no time,
Then it wheels away
To its accustomed cover in the mangrove
To preen its feathers and resume
Its hunting game once again!
It sits there, this skilled angler,
Till the hilltops turn auburn,
And the far -flung sky, stygian.
Then it flies back seeking its far away nest
In some sandy burrow or cavern.
Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe
My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy
christened Matthew Scott Harris)
doth newt come
like some hootie and the blowfish
super tramping
cheap trick linkedin to
wings at the reo speed wagon
spinning zz top soundcloud.
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,
savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,
somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric
screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,
sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,
sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,
shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting
spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.
When the aching intensity of indecision
Nails your feet grasping to the buckling floor
And your outstretched arms are too weak to fight,
Summon courage from the flailing, swirling air.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When fear has curdled what’s left of your brain
And no passage of time will ease the pain
And you’re sitting in darkness with no means to fight,
Summon inner wisdom from your beating heart.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When the circle is shrinking; no friends left in sight
And you sit alone on the sharp edge not knowing what’s right
And you rail at the darkness, both fists in the air
Summon your anger at what brought you there.
Gather your courage, return to the fight.
Reach for Power and lean into the Light.
It’s all an illusion, a mere trick of self-deception.
Stop telling yourself you are powerless and small.
In every atom of your body, every song of your Soul
Power rises and falls as you summon and call.
You have all you need. You are streamlined for flight.
Reach for Power and lean into Light
Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication
Stripping back life
for all to see
The lake below
reflecting me
Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique
Dug my own hole
admission’s free
Revealed the sin
got the car key
Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend
Oblivion
nihility
A growing bump
delivery
Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…
Kurt had enough of being told to adhere to streamlined expectations
He took revenge on prescriptions’ illiterate figures of speechlessness
Inconsebustible he recosseted the unsetentionable avarocosotamy
Carfumbled the extrocorision intempofandizzled sleptorous fimbra
Concoctivized a streptafoam pinclept sklinted slotomatized cundles
Hailfathomed a muncturous cleapage recoclusterated all deflopture
‘Ayotojeh’ he scrouted ‘ Funaply carbunculates vintorious lampture’
‘Evangelolitic monopolytigizes confliderate whoopsical avaricedom’
Coslapterouly he whiptilustered the lonctaphile illiterascible glout
In nuptohabituous cluspers he hoiled rebellioconformized plisture
Idiosynchrotably contrapeteous unidecliption levantered in troads
In a final twist of meaning and superior recognition of scluptitude
Kurt lived happily as he claimed victory over convention and checks
10th March 2020
Jaded.
Cascaded.
Faded.
I retaliated.
Alienated.
Isolated.
I changed it.
Reframed it.
Battered it into submission.
The abyss that ignored my name—
That stagnant stage that stayed the same—
I busted it up.
Tore it apart.
With teeth, with nails, with rage.
My bitterness, boxed in a cage.
I am a woman scorned.
Properly, pointedly warned
About playing nice with unkind boys—
I did it anyway.
I’ll do it again.
Unless stopped by a trainwreck
In a leather coat, pockets packed
With heavy flicker hymns and haunted facts.
Healing stab wounds with bare hands,
Pressed to my bruised and cracked chest,
Leaking regret.
A man by any other name
Still reeks of old spice and shame.
I only need a joy ride
Into the dreamscape’s drifting tide,
Where trees bend low to bow and breathe,
Their musk and pine a whispered wreath
Inviting me into the realm
Of lust, desire, and fire-fed calm.
Branches brush my aching skin—
A welcome wrapped in woodland hymn.
I am not that complicated.
Though my pain, layered and laminated
Like geological canyons carved in stone,
Matches my internal rue—
A structure built to stand alone.
I can grow a man roses from rubble.
Just give me rosaries, rubies, and rubels.
I admit my earthly needs.
I am an investment, not a scheme.
I saw a world I hated.
I sublimated.
Evaporated.
Changed my state of being—
From rigid to roaming, mist into meaning.
Cold datapoints and sterile streams
Reformed into wisdom, stitched into dreams.
He tried to hold me subdued.
Silenced my dreams with histrionic moods.
Overwhelmed my senses,
With intentions sharp and sentences crude.
I was a prisoner of shame.
And there I remained
For a near decade.
I broke the chains.
Escaped the plush, performative pain
Of pseudo-companionship’s velvet cage.
Now I’m agitated and raw—
Midway through my emotional overhaul
As I transform from meek to sleek,
From silence to sovereign speech.
I will not take silence as an answer.
I will shake loose your response.
You cannot ignore me in oblivion.
I am here to stay.
You have the option:
To be a benefactor
Or de facto arch enemy—I know.
I am aware of where I stand,
And what I wield in my streamlined hands.
I am not simply a pretty creature.
I am not solely for looking.
I want touch—not merely tender,
But true.
Is that you?
MAIN STREAM PRO
Championship wrestling
offered several active and former
world Champions
deals to perform
they wanted to bring Competive wrestling
back.
It is centered on performance
and Wrestling.
From huge in staure and crowd drawing ability.
Stars compete in wrestling matches
with less interview and show.
It streamlined and based on ability and performance.
They named a company Champion
and gave him contention
and then the promoters got involved and use the draws to
to make mainevent quality matches
while startups and seasoned performers
competed for the attention of both audeince and propmoters.
Audance- Pro style is being devolped to accomadate the style and look of
the show.
.... Human desire for adaptation, I foresee ....
- A solemn ongoing enthusiasm for -
Becoming parallel with those who dedicate themselves
to food provision, - farmers
My central aim would be to reform sturdily renewable
- Crops containing dense nutrients
Regulation of fruit and vegetable growing operations
will see a fair salary
Paid to all producers, incentivising streamlined practice
- Standardised soil reconstruction
Encourage diversity in properties' cropping. Guarantee income
Locate livestock adjacent, manure transferred
Transforms tired soil to jumping, a fast forward response
- Increased local area selling, less transport strain
Without genetic modification, tenacity of breed continues
Resilient stock would result
Chain reaction brings taste incentivised consumers
- Check research on nutrition / brain correlation
Two decades of subsidised farming will find resources
commited to defence can safely decrease
Satiated state of mind, transferred to our earthly vessels
- Societal health will skyrocket
Far from being Ruler of The World, I have previously worked
as a Sales Rep. for a rubbish collection company
- I came to understand two tonnes of vegetable scraps
leave each supermarket daily for landfill
10th August 2020
Written for Contest: If I Ruled The World
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke