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Seasons
Plants pushing out their last spurts of growth and flowers
Beginning to slowly recognize the coolness of the approaching season
Summer slowly giving way
The temperature gradually dropping
Fall begins to reign and flourish
Painting tree leaves in a kaleidoscope of color
Triggering countless acorn showers
Awakening the instinct of squirrels and forest creatures
To begin storing food or searching for shelter
For hibernation or sleep
Tree leaves rapidly dropping leaving bare tree branches
As the temperature rapidly plummets
Heralding the start of Winter
Strong bitter cold wind fiercely blowing
Snow storms blanketing the land in crisp white
Starkly contrasting against the gray sky
Causing a turning inward for many months
Daydreaming of the warmth, blue sky, and new growth
Of the upcoming Spring
Bless me with enough smooches,
That I may confess the blunt honesty of thy will.
Bless my heart with painting in thy words,
To such extent you know my testimony is your grace.
Enough is the triggering pooches,
It keeps me standing still.
Enough are the beautiful looking bird,
That keeps my eyes wandering in space.
Let the armor you are reflect in me;
No doubt, it will supply me enough glamour.
Without thy breathes inking words, will my heart ever be?
Healing power is thy beauty; my prowess rammer.
The way you seek,
Is in me bleeding...
It's your choice to make it strong or weak.
Passing through it at will, shall keeps it breeding...
The attack on a shopping centre, is a crime against humanity
And yet we to continue to ignore, this ongoing brutality
You must always show a strong hand and stand up to the bully
Even if it that means triggering, an unwanted world war three.
Well it seems to me that we're letting, Vlad Putin have his way
When in fact we should be making, that war criminal pay
I'm sick and tired of the hatred that he has got for the west
And with his idle threats and bullying, he's putting us to the test.
Every time the Russian troops commit, a criminal atrocity
They laugh at the civilised world and murder with impunity
The west needs to mobilise and send Western troops in
And annihilate all the murdering thugs under Vladimar Putin.
Putin is a dead man walking, there's a price on his head
There will never be real peace until that physchopath is dead
Ukraine didn't ask to be invaded, but are putting up a brave fight
Whilst Putin is putting nukes in Belarus, to increase his military might.
Alex Lukeshenko in Belarus, is a poodle of Vladimar Putin
Is seen shaking hands with him and standing there with a grin
Another despot who's in power, because of a rigged election
And who supported Vladimar Putin in his botched invasion.
UPDATE - Turkey had concerns with Finland and Sweden joining the NATO alliance. These concerns have now been addressed and the path is now clear for both countries to join NATO.
So put that in your pipe Putin and smoke it till you choke.
Russia has withdrawn its troops from Snake Island in the Black Sea, a goodwill gesture they claimed, believe that and you'll believe anything.
Written 30th June 2022
Fallen snow covering rooftops, pigeons walking on tiles, claw prints intertwined.
Water changing colour becoming ice, scattering light.
Air being trapped on the tips of ice crystals, appearing a beautiful white sight.
Cold wind blowing with a loud whispering sound, hurting my mind.
Triggering memories of a lifetime with you, years and years rewind.
Waking up from the pain in the past, my aching heart confined.
Wavelengths of red, orange and yellow releasing the sun, becoming free as the moon appears bright.
*S.Ü*
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.
A Change Is A Com'n
Though this baby boomer,
(who didst roam man
upon this Earth
since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly
with chronic setbacks
inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear
ably impossible to depress, repress,
and/or suppress, upon
gleaning America Online
cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up tush hiss lee,
reportedly, and quietly
considering a 2020 grab
for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive
former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis
of dreadlock, gridlock, and
padlock stasis, the political
ship of state (Leviathan
countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
circa 1651) pitching
United States government
upon reprehensible threshold
inching the Doomsday Clock
closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
many a schmear
compromising most all life
into a bajillion bits
of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
sans *****sapiens,
and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
of feisty reindeer,
this above mentioned dissolution,
would sadly, unfortunately,
wretchedly remove *****
as well the straight
sexually oriented persons matter,
would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
no doubt signalled
with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!
(Idea engendered from Lombok earthquake: Indonesia)
Nary a chink of illumination pierces thru
thick cavernous rock solid chamber home
to this crepuscular anchorite,
who spent untold countless chunks of time
holed up deep underground
initially to escape deadly blight,
that afflicted vast swaths of
twenty first century
long fostered civilization,
the post apocalyptic scattered remnants
forced into subterranean redoubts
reliant on stowed away tallow
uber wax to forge poorly guided
niggardly flickering burning candlelight
where quotidian ritual entails doth dight
this Jainist Joplin ascetic, who
already donned the mantle,
sans adjustment to darkened eyesight
imposing keen aural habituation
to discern, and distinguish any fright
full scurrying, skittering,
slithering, unseen presence
triggering thine nostril to sneeze,
which nasal (gesundheit) claxon
serves to scarify shadowy silhouetted height
giving infinitesimal pause,
thence worry free insight
since my judicious jumbled
juxtaposed metaphorical jacklight
philosophies, viz Jainism, Jesuit,
and Judeo-Christian allows
no cavil, indiscriminate killing,
nor *****sapien superiority
toward multitudinous life forms instilled
into former existence as good Samson Knight,
now effectivel embedded,
entombed, and interred
within bowels of the Earth
hum canticle refrains
softly enunciating such psalms
to eternal night.
My world within a verse:
to fold within that space
(for there the challenge lies)
the essence and no more,
with joy's sweet sigh, my prize.
My world within a verse:
nuanced, enigmatic,
alternate perspective,
dance with the comedic,
entreat or corrective.
My world within a verse:
lyrical and pleasing,
creating ambiance,
triggering emotion,
producing a response.
My world within a verse:
using gifts entrusted,
pointing to the greater,
finding joy in all things,
thanking my creator.
[ Poetry ]
For the Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Written 04/04/2022
Someone smells like smoke. I can barely stand to sit here.
Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near.
A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear.
I jump up, because her smell is killing me, so clear.
I am an asthmatic, and I cannot breathe next to a smoker, I think.
In the nicest way I have to say, politely, if you smoke, you stink.
Your breath stinks, and stench comes out of your pores that are no longer pink.
If you do not agree, you are a smoker, and no offense, but you stink.
The only thing more smelly and more dangerous to me is Patty Perfume.
Patty wears so much perfume that an asthmatic like me has to leave the room.
I jump up and move an aisle or two over so my breathing can resume,
But Patty Perfume follows me, triggering a cough that blows me to the moon.
If I am lucky, I will merely throw up, after my cough will not quit.
There is often a cup that I can use to do a small dainty spit.
But when Smoker Sherry and Perfumed Patty both come sit next to me,
I cannot breathe, and I choke, my eyes water, I fall down on my knees.
They are both my worst nightmare, individually, and together.
I cannot attend church now, I pretend I am under the weather.
Should I put my life in danger, go to church, and pretend all is okay?
And hope Smoker Sherry and Perfumed Patty do not attend that day?
I might sound picky, set in my ways, and such, but need I remind you?
When you make your choices, you could be sealing other people’s fates too.
Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)
eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer 'zine.
Minus blood sucking mammals more averse
than bill collectors or insurance companies
bared fangs greeted yours truly courtesy
of bloodthirsty nurse
triggering instantaneous qualm
ordinarily, I dune hot feel averse
nor nain availing one arm or the other,
wherein needle tip doth stick
prominent vein, yet an idling hearse
unwittingly induced heightened alarm,
on flip Wilson side... sense and sensibility
awoke regarding no impact upon purse
anyway death could never as worse
compared to hand to mouth
dirty deeds done... dirt poor curse.
A deep inhalation induced relaxed state
courtesy ujjayi breath
filled lungs to alleviate
(yea right slim/fat chance analogous
to one sniveling, mutering, groveling...
writer wannabe called upon to curate)
quirky rhyming scribblings
attempting to pass muster
easily, joyfully, worthily...
declared poet laureate
hence hastily erected castle
in the sky fate
meeting divine heavenly lorded
tailor tete a tete
gradually alleviated helter skelter
mental condition within pate
experienced sudden calm
displaced initial panic, thus great
ecstasy donned "FAKE" trumpeting guise
knowing within short shrift
death would assimilate
me, while providing fancy feast
where Desmodontinae
would undulate
this vampire weekend,
aware I prevaricate
and horrible anecdote purely
meant to demonstrate
how believability easily
wrought to fascinate
(ha) captive audience,
he/she exhibiting skeptical trait
might doubt claim (mine), who as inmate
within human zoo forced to risk death
defying daredevil metier height
figurative tightrope walker I gyrate
balanced on iambic foot in toto
all the while able to coordinate
vaguely flowing continuity
eventually metaphorical
erythrocytes coagulate.