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he liked it black and white with no greys in between
even when cracks appeared so strikingly evident
strictly speaking he preferred pink purple and orange
yet when life gave him lemons the brush would not work
the more he stroked and tarred over ruptures and fractures
uncertainty became elusive and poignantly concise
quite the opposite of what he had bargained for with all
the power delusion distraction insecure fear and despair
he knew that the writing was on the wall and yet
the language was foreign complex and would not reveal
meaning message beauty connotation and guidance
as he was blocked into silence depression resentments
all this had been the relentless story of his life and he
could not bear it any longer seemed to have lost all control
a rational mind portrayed it as the gift of desperation
a way forward towards healing perspective and peace
it was difficult to will positive emotions into effect
matters did not fall into balance but skewed misperceptions
what remained was hope rather than mere expectations
and he carried his burdens into an unpredictable but promising future
(a Triple Triolet)
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate. . .
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.
Not a strictly romantic movie, but it involves love of nature as well as a romantic part between the leads. And I LOVED this movie and its message!
For Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest
It is no longer headline news,
If anything scientific happens
it happens for a rational reason
If anything violent doesn't happen,
does it not happen
for an irrational unreasoned
compassionate nonresponse?
It is no longer byline news,
toxic anthro-aggressive at-most-spheres,
dark forbidding climes,
cold winter
evil viral feelings,
relentlessly depressing
grey-clouded
chaotic
irrational
random thoughts
Complicate competing patriarchal
privileged supremacy
win/lose systemic media events,
stories monotheistically vengeful
OldTestament fundamentalist
Either my religious way
or you get to play
work
suffer the Prodigal Son/Daughter
loser highway
Monoculturing news
neglecting to mention white anthro-privileged
Caste cast with strictly partisan
polarizing eco-political rightwing supremacy concerns
And fascinations with capitalism happens
when compassionate democratic health
unrealistically
irrationally doesn't happen
while relentlessly furthering
white dogmatically "patriotic"
straight male dominance
Is not exactly headline news
but more the RightWing monocultural
Thing To Reactively Do
to find HolyBible scripture
to fundamentally cut
and evangelically paste
for ego-salvaging
narcissistic denial of democratic rationality
divine support
Furthering each individual ego-identity's
selfie bootstrap LeftCognitive
culturally superior to RightEmotive
win/lose religiously partisan
straight white capitalism
overwhelming win/win
systemic multicultural
democratically cooperative
co-arising compassion.
When things don't go as planned and life seems unfair,
'Tis easy for others to rally about cheering, "Hang in there!"
As you struggle to regain your feet at any reasonable cost,
You'd rather not hear, "Cheer up my boy! All hope is lost!"
When far from safe haven 'midst the billowing waves,
And desperate mariners pray for salvation from watery graves,
Drowning men are apt to scoff at the captain's strange accost,
Who bravely proclaims, "Cheer up me laddies! All hope is lost!"
The crew have completed their raid and are homeward-bound,
Cruising at forty-thousand feet, shells exploding all around!
Three engines sputter and die, excess equipment is tossed.
The pilot calmly says, "Cheer up men! All hope is lost!"
The unsinkable Titanic raced across the bounding main,
Meeting an immoveable iceberg, which was to be her bane!
'Tis hoped that Captain Smith's final words were other than,
"Cheer up! All hope is lost!," as their eternal bourne began!
This little verse was written with strictly tongue in cheek!
There are better ways to express hope when things look so bleak.
Stand up and boldly state when others waver and blindly grope:
"Cheer up, my good men! Cheer up! We'll never lose our hope!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
CALIBER:
Burn out the news,
If you think of it being new.
The talk of what I've been through,
Doesn't appear as truth.
It's a risky deal for you.
I'm seeing it with few,
To be an unimaginable conceptualised deal.
Back in our younger days,
Where we just trap to efface.
Something I never accept to taste.
People call me lame of shame,
For I choose to be myself in the game.
Smoking, killing, robbing never my aim.
Wasn't part of reasons why I came.
I get a different plan all the same,
With my red eyes picturing my lane.
Impressing nobody, fear not to be sane.
Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Sake of fame.
What gets me stronger is an undying flame,
Unlimitedly causing magnificence,
Born out of intellectuality walled by faith.
This citation proves my legitimacy on slate.
As I stand by personal competence to be awake,
To clearly elaborate minds laid on await.
At the end we all will be clinged by conjugate.
And our spines will elevate,
Causing a tremendous change to propagate.
No suicide, fratracide would be in minds.
And every heart will show some kind,
Only for that goal to be held as one.
When the table serve some wine,
We then say a good deal is done.
But hold on some minute,
Maybe you're actually not getting it.
Well, Some also might be lost to think,
Especially those folks diregarding this.
This is a reality defining who I am.
I don't go contrary to the norm.
That's going wayward or doing wrong,
Because I don't forget where I'm from.
And I throw no stones to those who conform,
To the system that corrupts.
It's their choice,and I'm informed.
In my circle do I not stay common,
Assertively taking refuge in a dungeon,
Protected by Judah's Greatest Lion.
On him do I forever rely on.
My strength and happiness,
Sourced from his greatness.
Placing me at the top to be fearless.
What then could make my life baseless?
I'm brave and earnest.
Withstanding against pellets,
Discharged to cause breakdowns,
Against my life anyhow.
In fact, this is really detrimental.
Yet, I modify it willfully to be topical.
Funny how the narration goes,
I don't care about it though .
I stay keenly to achieve my goals..
Strictly do I hate to oppose.
And thank God my ambitions is not disclosed,
For my worth to be blemished the most.
Yes,I'm Anderson Walkingshoes!
I'm strong, determined and bold.
Death By Murder:
Murky water left to drink
floating particles of death.
Erie presence leaves discontent.
As something wicked floats in it.
The bone chilling cold wind doth blow
off Lake Erie with flurry snow.
Late at night off cold dark shores
shadows of a floating barge.
Clouds of soot from steamers clogged
Pollutes the air with killer smog.
When something wicked this way flows
poverty on desperate corners pose.
Perverts prey on angry streets
Homeless children on which they creep.
Desperately at the mercy of,
as something wicked this way comes
Young ones get plucked,like sweet ripe plumbs
As something wicked this way comes
.
Contaminated, where no herbs could purge her
Strictly becomes death by murder.
Others with blood dripping from lips
Every scary thing flung and flipped
No caring soul feels to investigate
As vampires odors fumigate
There's no friend to even extend
a stick to beat the bush or defend
The evil deeds that ignorance brings
desecrates the graves of all good men
We make loud noises and pretend;
While something evil this way spins.
The screams are loud but know one heard her
Ignored are cries upon lake Erie's borders
Spores that spawn.. these deaths by murder.
2025.4.16
Today, it is my late friend AP's 6th death anniversary.
This morning, I visited him
And brought with me not only the usual,
But three more new items
A popular book "The Art of Happiness",
A new published "The Holly book of the Foreskin"
And a frame of my embroidery work,
Consisted of a poem of farewell best wishes,
The song "La Paloma". Both in his language,
A butterfly and the emblem of his country.
All was done to commemorate his 6th death Anniversary.
It has been years since his burial day,
But it is still fresh in my mind and memory.
Each year, I promise myself,
It will be the last, but I could not help
Repeatedly breaking my promises.
Which was how to refrain myself from visiting AP.
That was right, I always break promises
Which I made solely for me,
But strictly kept all for others
And suffered big time.
Compare to the first year back in 2019,
When I visited more than 44 times,
Now, I can only do twice.
Will he forgive me, if for any reasons?
I will can not come to pay him respect in person.
Dear AP, thank you for being my friend,
Despite being a womenizer,
And a person who was aggressive
And using abusive language
You respected and treasured our friendship
And especially me.
You never took advantage of me
And used those offensive words
In my present at least from the day,
I requested you not to use them.
To many people, you were a horrible person,
But I knew, deep down inside,
You just pretended to be a tiger,
When you were just a big kitten with a heart of gold.
I witnessed you helped your neighbours and strangers,
Like me at our first meeting.
Ten years of friendship and caring relationship,
Shall last me a life time of some happiness.
What I loved you most, was you being able,
To love me unconditionally,
In your heart and put them in actions.
For the past fifteen months,
I met two extreme individuals,
Who now longer be my friends,
Their first and last meetings,
Were never what and how I planned.
Do I regret loosing them?
Well, shall I say, it is by far,
when comparing to you.
Bye AP.
You know I really love my computer
Coz all my poet friends are in it!
Since the advent of the computer generation
Can't list them all, time doesn't permit
Youse guys are all so close to my heart
Each one has your own special place
From countries near and across the globe
A fabulous way to start my day
Feel all mushy with a tear in my eye
A sentimental old geezer for sure
Never before have I felt so much love
Even gentlemen have your allure
To clarify you male dudes, it's strictly platonic
So in case you get any ideas
Squish 'em right now, I only love ladies
As well as pussy cats and cheetahs
Where in the world did “cheetahs” come from
They'd sooner rip me apart, than smile
So don't try snuggling up to one of these charmers
They're not swayed by your cunning guile
Music
The food of love..
To nourish my soul
Keeping me warm,
Dear friend, in the cold.
We dance and sing
Yet you never judge
Or my crazy, wide-eyed
Fantasy begrudge.
Although my frame
May be slow and weak.
You see the truth..
My moves are sleek
With You I'm fleet of foot
And never shy.
No Strictly ballroom
Can deny..
My spirit
Soars on wings again
Like Eagles high..
A flippin' ten.
Oh tuneful friend
Oh dancing Queen of joy
You raise us all
Each girl.
Each boy.
In sleepless dreams
We never yawn
We are Aretha;
Freddie;
Bjorn.
There is no heart without you.
No tune we cannot bring.
No hidden corner
Too dark to sing.
No greyed out human.
No colourless soldier.
No battle lost, with You.
No thing is ever over.
For music brings
Eternal light
Scattering the shadows
Of the night..
Revealing hope
And peace and love.
A gift composed
From high above..
If the curtain closes
I can only say;
When the final meal is music
..then play.
Jinjagoliath
3rd October 2020
Flash floods came in a sudden
After few hours of torrential rain
Villages in towns submerged
Water rose so high…surged.
People stayed on their roofs
Waited for rescuers holding faith and hope
Teams of rescuers came less than an hour
To save everyone with all their powers.
People evacuated in safer places
Government officials sent foods for days
Relief goods and help came from the cities
A unified effort and cooperation with love and peace.
After few days , water slowly subsided
Some went home, others were relocated
Clean and clear up programs were established
Clogged drainages and canals were all fixed.
Many volunteers, both young and adult
Cleaned and planted more trees for better result
Proper waste disposal was implemented
Illegal logging and quarrying were strictly prohibited.