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The sound of heavy jaws munching -
an angelic weeping,
the crack of delicate wing bones.
Earlier, a listless sky trailed shreds of fear
the goodly being dragged into red cave-mouths.
"My angelica are grounded tonight," he thought.
The mechanical grinding of molars continued.
My seraphim and cherubim, all the innocence
Of long forgiven souls are in peril.
A guttural cackling rises from backyards,
from asphalt parks, and vacant lots.
The gloriously burnished, armored archangel
stands among the trash cans, great sword
held brightly aloft.
"When dawn comes creeping
this insane demonic laughter will cease,
the downed souls will rise again,
minus a few fine bones.
The tears of the half-chewed will burn
all those that prey upon them.
The demented evil doers will suffer the hell
of the dawn’s gastric flux; let them choke upon
the toxicity of our holiness."
I smiled when the world was ended. I pretended not to care.
I thought it only fair you see, to suffer such indignity with some restraint.
You may think it easy, but it ain’t.
I recall when they were small, young and just reborn. They looked so forlorn,
and sad, as babies do; and not as bad or half as sad, as when they grew.
The world I gave them was a gift, I toiled long and hard to make.
I hoped they would appreciate it, if only for their sake.
I shaped it with my breath so well, with painted hue of green and blue.
Palate colors you could smell, a feast of colored stew.
I spiced it up; variety in every cup. I added sensuous texture too;
with every touch and taste I knew. And it was such a marvelous toy
made for each one’s joy. I gave it freely to them all, for all their earthly pleasure.
Gave to each free will whose call, was greatest of my treasure.
Theirs to do with what they will, to savor and renew.
They took it like a bitter pill, and did not have a clue.
As child is often wont to do they stomped their feet and whined and cried.
They took my gift and mangled it and stepped upon my pride.
They were so young and foolish then, with no respect and little care.
No surprise evoked me when, they laid my gift so bare.
They made it dirty with their soil, polluted water-well and air.
For every ounce my ceaseless toil, gave me pounds for my despair.
I watched in horror as they fought, blood for blood and eye for eye.
Thinking I should stop I thought, take free will; for lest they die.
But, I relented in restraint, and left them to their sad devices.
Stepped back and let them have their way, to see them solve their crises.
But they, alas, could not see far, and plodded down the long wrong road.
Destruction, hatred, savage war; all manifests of evil flowed
In the end the gift I gave, lay in ruins at my feet.
unhonored to a man’s last grave, destroyed by their defeat.
So I will start again my task, rebuild with loving care and pride,
and if upon their birth they ask, what shall we do with this great gift so wide.
I’ll say what every loving parent says, “free will” means life is yours…so you decide.
One day I hope that all my children see, my gift so rare is meant to set them free.
The earth is theirs to do with what they may. It could be heaven, they have but, to say.
Oh please for the sake (and sock e)
of brethren deemed friendly, i be
see-ch ye with genuine humility
to desist launching nuclear missiles.
This American bloke put his lock,
stock and barrel of gunmetal faith
in mister Dennis Rodman to serve
as a figurative lightning rod against
any aggressive actions that would
set in motion the end of civilization.
Not only would the majority of homo
sapiens (yes, some clusters of earth-
linked yahoos might still remain a
live) suffer a nasty, short and brutish
death, but also other flora and fauna
could be equally annihilated. Under
stand able, those grievances against
sanctions against the populace of north
Koreans (who most likely experience
unfair hardship) fuels resentment against
the hegemony of western powers. Many
of these societies authoritatively bran
dish their devout pledge for concurrence
with democratic principles. Any endemic
protestations declaiming objection to
the American way affect an immediate
alarm. Imposition of so called "puppet"
regimes get forcibly installed those
countries leaders who run counter to
capitalistic productivity. This one anon
a muss citizen of those fifty states also
takes umbrage how might of american
to predominate and demand that other
nations follow suit solely based on what
agrees with those like minded in power
sans the brotherhood/sisterhood of vast
swaths of the global population. No
great expectations (by dickens) to affect
passionate sentiments per those pea
poles somewhat hermetically sealed
off and separated (viz - by the demilitarized
zone) from the billions of other human
beings. Thy sole missive from one older
mwm dreads locked linkedin catastrophic
chain reaction of events once atomic war
fare triggered by the disgruntlement over
some differences in outlook could possibly
resolved via "active listening" and access
to exchange a word of reconciliation. As
one flawed chap prone to his own bouts
of anger, he attests that more positive plea
sing results can prevails with the treat of
world war three diffused in a manner that
plays less havoc once unleashing of weapons
of mass destruction occurs!
Form:
I owe it to my heart to bring back to me
the better it loved, the yet to be.
To discourage thoughts that push aside,
all that is past and part of my pride.
l owe it to my heart to bring back to me,
Long lost memories that happened to be---
Deep underneath in the quicksand of time,
Giving me my pride that necessitated my prime.
l owe it to my heart to gain me that love,
That's awfully patient and painful enough.
To help see things and accept as they are.
To loyally betray all that is marred.
Far from truth, far from prayer.
Far from masked favors rare.
l owe it to my heart, to see heaven through----
to refine my knowledge, my mind had screwed.
To justify my gains and others’ too,
To share their pain that meant as it should.
To help suffer enough, love's longing sport.
To define my pride, my rainbowed effort.
l owe it to my heart to love as it would,
to set free people who're meant for good.
To create horizons destined to grow.
To humble my pride, my alter ego.
I owe it to my heart to reason just,
To leaf through leads that honor l must.
To effectively feel all love has borne,
To effect the Me, that pride had shorn.
To drop the me, the I, I am not.
To be the me, my being has sought.
In Eternity's Crest, I'm Time.
I owe it to my heart, to measure life's line.
Feel the icy touch of who I am now.
Am I something heaven might still now save?
I belong neither to you nor to them.
Dead and dry as the bones in an old grave.
The cold, icy feel of my long dead breath.
No romance to kiss my cold, longing lips.
My ride, my car is the pale horse of death.
My tongue is the venom a dead corpse sips.
Through floors I do rise and through walls I walk.
In this realm demons and angels crowd close.
As I float, I listen as they all talk.
Demons mean evil; angels they stay close.
In great pain I straddle heaven and hell.
My life I recall with love and much hate.
My frozen mind still has secrets to tell.
Was life easy, or did I walk the strait?
My ghost now walks a lonely and cold path.
Will I rise to heaven, or suffer wrath?
Who Am I?
2/7/22
Unseeking Seeker
Pursuing springtime walking sprees
beside our dog, beneath the trees,
I oft detected some unease
amongst the birds and buzzing bees
as echoed by flat monodies
of clicking, clacking, knocking knees
(forsooth, reversed parentheses)
resounding pained discordant keys,
confusing triplets’ twos and threes
as if the tunes were meant to tease
with awkward stilted harmonies.
I asked a doc with med degrees
if he could, somehow, kindly, please,
suggest intensive therapies
that maybe might perhaps just ease
strange syncopations such as these
(you know, those eerie melodies
that echo from my noisy knees)
before my family finally flees.
At last my doctor said “oh geez,
this is the worst of maladies,
so I’ll replace those knobby knees
(they look like half moons made of cheese)
with stainless steel or manganese
or other metals such as these
as used in all such surgeries.
I’m sure the outcome won’t displease
(you’ll stand on legs, isosceles)
although there are no guarantees”.
Now that I’m fixed, I stretch and squeeze
with exercise my coach decrees
to aid me flex my new born knees;
and should I suffer agonies
he soothes the strains with frozen peas
or cubes of ice that make me freeze
and says “I hope my expertise
has helped to heal your injuries
and if you must, feel free to sneeze”.
With chiseled legs on racing skis,
I now can sail as does a breeze
o’er nearby alpine apogees
(and view those sites that no one sees,
alive in eagles reveries)
and when in Vail, win jamborees
upon my new non-knocking knees.
GET IT STRAIGHT BBL
Let the wind be still
I wanna speak below my breathe
Let d breeze blow with ease
I want to sneeze but in peace
Let the beautiful flower blossom in red
I wanna speak and be heard
I'm the head and I lead the herd
So listen to what I've read and heard
The oceans accused the lake of been calm and too quiet
Ever told you that we only marvel at you bounds but disgusted at your unrest
I give credits to the rats that race, graze, brace and play but all on the land
Shame on you bats that grace the sky in the dark clouds, forming and copy the birds in the nite
Yet you seek refuge and lay still on the tree during the day and you all struggle tu hide your face chucking into one another.
You live a fake live of rose flowers
You spread a colourful red garment during the day. Making us believe all is well with you
Yet you shiver in pain and suffer gruesome loneliness in the merciless cold nite.
This you do day in day out
You accuse them of being too quiet
Yet you harbour offensive smell behind your voice
The world only know peace when you speak no word
Our happiness only blossom when you mind your business
You call him a rock
But he melts at the thought of you
You call him a gold sculpture. Yet the rain wash off the clay legs as he fades out
You brag you feed him flesh and fat
How come he vomits shaft and bones
Lie not to us and deceive yourself no more
If you can't make me happy
Please take not my Joy away from me
If you can't run her race for her
Please don't drag her along the path
If you think it's a huddle
Remember our time starts differently
If the red ribbon is your target tu cross
She's got a future beyond across
If you race to win the cup
Her pace is to stay atop
Ruin not her happiness for me
She's the Lady I value
She's the Lady I cherish
She's the lady of my dream
She's the lady I treasure
A rare gem beyond the coast
Pearl of value
Lady of honour.
Listen not to the bleats
You're not meant for their stables
But at the tables with the kings
Dressed in regalia of the royals
Your space is secured
Not up for grab
Not up for none but you.
Tell them tu cut the crap.
After a dream of silent meditation-
I saw clear a life that has been hard;
full of hurt and deep wounds,
yet, this girl is ready to go on;
even thought battle weary in my soul.
The scars inside have made me strong,
and I draw on that strength for courage;
oh, this life has made me resourceful,
I have learned to weather the storms.
Many times I have heard, "a poet must suffer"
and I have a hundred times over and over,
thus a poet.
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January 4, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Thus A Poet
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8632-21-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written: April 15, 2024, For Constance La France Y words Contest
Rumi Quote: "Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed".
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How I yearn to reveal my veins river of blood,
Awakening my heart, percolating forces flood.
Your dominion makes my spirit yearn to leave,
Achy for rest; my love beats, trying to heave.
Akin to a jasmine-scented zephyr breeze,
Transmits emotions through trees.
May every shard fall with a tender embrace,
Silks are slightly scented with grace.
Whenever we are in immediate access,
Earth quivers below our mellow caress.
A glimpse in her stare warns a tale of life,
Aura's allure rituals involve fleeting rife.
Sympathetic presence is ethereal and near,
A luscious air scent embraces her with tears.
In ephemeral warmth of her soft grasp,
Sustaining my bareness with a tender clasp.
Gentle zephyrs, muttering simpatico yearning,
Dreaming to feel her love; to evert spurning.
Brushing her smooth surface, conquering height,
A towering crest, soothing cravings in sight.
A blissful haze, embracing us in bliss,
Ecstasy; fervently linking; yielding to a kiss.
Our wishes, engaging in warmth and devotion,
Quenched embers; smooth velvety emotion.
Memories of her slow rise shiver in my body,
Baby-smooth skin and a tight nip side embody.
Grasping, I feel dampness through my vessel,
Of love; requests to dance with me, in special.
FOB Echo Iraq was a forward operation base near the Babylon site in the city of Diwaniya, in fact the US military put security hesco and fencing around the ruins for protection from all of the goons in the region. This was a hot base and the hajis would lob at least 3 salvos of mortar on us each day. February 06 i was walking from my CHU to the DFAC for lunch and i heard a rocket scream over head at low altitude, sounded like a high performance jet, about the most startling sound I've ever heard.. a hot second later the KBR laundry facility went up in an incredibly loud boom, a huge ball of fire, smoke, dust and debris ...... was the first to the entrance, the place was in flames and lying about 20 feet in the inside the door was the body of this cute girl wearing a blue KBR t shirt, she was folded in half.. i don't believe or at least i tell myself she didn't suffer or felt stress. i still see her face, just a cute girl, kind of mulatto, pretty, just trying to make a living and support her family back in the islands. Shortly after the US brought in Strikers and they raged havoc on the area for several weeks. That was and remained a hot base. Never so glad when i was on Cat Fish Air out of that hole... occasionally like last night, she comes to visit me in my dreams