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If tormented truth is
the taste of her fire,
injecting her blood
with poisoned rain
in golden chalices,
what is the color of
eclipsed spheres
where there’s a
desolated darkness
that dwells through
devious spirits
to rise higher?
Maybe there’s no
heaven nor hell in
the onyx fields of
soulless stars,
where obsidian roses
bloom as signs of
the devil’s immortality,
crooning doomed
hymns to the
honeycomb hues
of raven's irises,
which reflect every
bitter dream painted
in strokes of thunder.
But when dusk
bleeds seas of deception,
sins stream through
sinister shadows,
slowly pulling innocence
to a chamber of pitiless
pins and heinous knives.
So watch her ascend
as the metaphorical mistress
of death and beyond,
she is no longer your
heretic queen
that serves you light,
that once breathed
and walked through
storms of toxic typhoons
cloaked in
summer serenades,
taming every hurricane
with her crystal wings
that never tethered
to an evil king of serpents.
There is a hostile villain that lurks deep inside,
turning the human body into a battleground.
With disdain, it causes pain one cannot abide,
but the fight goes on until a cure can be found.
It strangles hope like an noxious climbing vine,
One that I wish overwatering would simply rot.
It stains a body with a toxic mark. I recall the line
as Lady Macbeth cries, "Out, out damned spot!"
It arrives unannounced, without an invitation.
attacking vital organs of an unsuspecting host
In self defense, the body fires back with radiation,
but the enemy has a cavalry to parry a riposte.
It lies in wait, stealing courage, and moral spirit,
burying itself deeply inside trenches of skin.
It's proven to be a killer; no wonder we fear it!
And yet, we ask, "How in the hell did it get in?"
The battle rages on, leaving the inflicted weak,
and it becomes a struggle to continue the fight.
Faith to conquer the adversary becomes bleak,
but don't surrender by waving the flag of white.
The battle can be won. Cancer can be treated.
A positive attitude helped many who have healed.
Speak with a survivor who was not defeated.
Attack that enemy who lurks within; concealed.
June 10, 2021
Cancer Ivy Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
My heart is heavy.
The massacre on innocent,
Children during school in Texas.
The Government and state,
Tearing away Women's rights,
Who choose not to have children.
Sitting in my room the building,
Shakes and I hear my,
Window practically breaking.
An Earthquake.
Only in Oklahoma can you,
Get a tornado and a earthquake,
Alert in the same day.
Then later I hear vile words,
Uttered as I feel a knife slicing,
Thru my heart destroying my soul.
Looking into the eyes of a stranger,
I thought that I knew but as they,
Say you can never go home.
This stranger only but known,
To me has a toxic message.
One last message that will,
Be burned into my soul.
I bow my head as the tears flow.
My heart is broken.
Don’t try to reason with them
or you will be called ULTA MAGA!
Never try facts or logic to dissuade them
or you will be labeled ULTRA MAGA!!
Forget discussing social issues with them,
for you will be called a racist and an extreme
ULTRA MAGA!
Don’t you dare wear a red hat -you’re a sexist,
Irredeemable, deplorable white supremacist,
even if you’re black, that’s no excuse,
you are definitely, Irrefutably
an ULTRA MAGA!
Don’t fly the stars and stripes, own a gun,
own a truck, love the Lord,
deplore the murder of babies….
You dolt, you redneck, You Illiterate yahoo,
you’re just an ignorant ULTRA MAGA!
Never express an opposite opinion,
for that will enrage the censors,
and never tell the truth
or you will be cancelled,
deemed an ULTRA MAGA!
Know your place in this Liberal New World Order.
You’re not a globalist , you’re a rabid Nationalist.
Worse, you may even be a patriot.
You must just shut up.
Obey or be attacked by your betters.
Your beliefs are all backward.
You are an ULTRA MAGA!
Never disagree with our experts,
our corporate media,
our woke faith in more than two sexes.
Never admit that you know what a women is.
You’re a sexist, a toxic male explainer.
Shut up at once. You are ULTRA MAGA!
The economy is doing great, the earth is doomed,
don’t have children but if you do,
hand them over
to our socialist brain-washing teachers
for suitable indoctrination.
They are ours not yours,
and if you insist on home-schooling
we will dox you and ridicule your smart kids.
The southern border is Closed!
Don’t believe your lying eyes.
You will be forever known as an ULTRA MAGA!
The Constitution is old, and we should rewrite it,
so it better reflects our socialist forwards looking views.
The Supreme Court must be silenced.
Disagree and you are obviously an ULTRA MAGA!
You may only speak at the polls
(though we are working on that),
and never question if they are rigged, never.
We are watching you closely.
You, you, ULTRA MAGA!
Said man killed by cops
No humanity in the way they came
Men of law like criminals.
Monsters.
shoved me to the ground.
Squished breathless,
pinned hands,
collapsing ribs
I panted,
I could not speak,
nor ask for air.
I couldn't move.
My hands tried to move
like those dying in strangulation.
I CURSED the monsters.
That instant my now bulging eyes
saw the white cop yanked out his Gun.
I heard the sound of death resonating in my chest,
my life pasted so thin,
it would flow out as fast as the bullet flew in.
A few winks and I was cold,
looking up into the faces of evil loitering over me.
These toxic shameless now plotting in-sinuous lie
As I lay alone
not enough a moment to vision my children
before dying.
Oh Mama!
bring me them kids mama.
let me hug them one last time
Oh how I now long a hug of my babies.
But no, these devil worshipers stood over me
watch as my eyes dim,
prevent my love ones from coming to me.
Just a last touch of my babies
and I would have forgiven them.
i was cold and alone
drifting into another light
Now only God can watch over them.
Charles Manson was hidden evil
this is public evil
leavening my children
without my warmth,
and in the dens of evil.
I might have been bad
but no one deserve this tragic ending.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.
Well,
actually I don't need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.
Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected with and through
co-attached interdependent values
of a cooperatively vulnerable democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.
For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health
Made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left minded with Right hearted golden integrity,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.
Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread
moldy moral bankruptcy,
spiritless
nature-less
soul-less
nihilistic
climate pathology denialistic.
Wasted Energy
Darkness descends like a ribbon unfurling
As astronauts in space orbit the churning Earth
And observe the lit orb that is the world below.
Likened to a planet on fire in sulphurous yellow,
Though impressive to see, it is a waste of energy
To watch as photons flow at the flick of a switch
In the night when people should be sleeping.
Light pollution! Conservation is sorely lacking.
(The First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy is constant;
it is neither created nor destroyed but can be converted.)
Dams constructed flood lands to create reservoirs;
Waterfalls are shut down, and rivers diverted,
Destroying land use and animal habitat.
Fossil fuel stations and nuclear reactors are built,
Which pollute the air and swell waste dump sites
With radioactive and other toxic materials.
Fields are littered with windmills, solar panels, and mirrors
Consuming yield acreage and resources and killing birds
To generate electricity so that humans can live comfortably
In an electronic, surreal, guiltless, controlled environment.
Living in Antipodes whilst ingesting
prescribed antibiotics
Could be interpreted, what's swallowed
is against life in the south
Be very careful
what you put into your mouth
Do medications heal our given earthly body
I vote an emphatic no !!!
Cease an anti hypertensive drug
does your blood pressure remain low
It would seem to follow logic
with research that being done to find a cure for heart failure,
ischaemic strokes and cancer
That all these fatal symptoms
would now be in reverse
But statistics do reveal that death rates
from these nasty afflictions continues to ascend
There's much more competition now
to make a reservation to travel in a hearse
When surviving on what nature does provide
God given gifts of raw greens, many varieties of fruits and nuts
Does one as with medications need
what's called a Mims manual to check out any side effects
The ingestion of junk, soft drink, alcohol and toxic prescription drugs
The modern man and woman race is riddled with many painful, disabling defects
Come on people, don't accept all this propaganda
let the wool be pulled across your eyes
As an example this bioweapon, "affectionately" called a vaccination
Much anecdotal evidence to suggest
that even young ones are dying now like flies
.
such it wuz
uv yore
alright
yest'er year
in studio
mine
office
shanty
cabin
click click
click
boom (i bloom'd)
meant
mhmm
click click
boom ooops
boom
bloom'd
hern minim
toxic
lily
Words that echo the sublime
Each syllable resounds a doleful chime
Accentuated by a bleak, monotonous rhyme
That skews the cadence and scuttles the time
Words that filter through, then prime
Heart's engine to slowly pine
Fueled by structural anomalies; sick, semantical serpentine
Break lines that throttle, then realign
Soul's transmission shifts in gear to divine
Sorrow and suffering in every byline
Each strut, an awkward bounce that jars the dragline
Leaky, cracked manifold manifest in every squeaky note, sign
Incongruent parts renovated to shock by design
Tales-end, toxic fumes will every literary splice twine
Finish will be sealed with a lackluster shine