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Isaih Is Missing On Chapters

As i read the last chapters of Isaih
in the hours middle of the night
i encountered them missing verses

they tell the story of Isaihs wife
tell of Isaih's journey to heaven
and his fight with pollynesians

a race of females who enslave
by use of technology and magic
they had taken over the gadgets

Solomonic devices used for communication
Isaih managed to defeat the pollynessians
and destroyed all the solomonic gadgets

Isaih gave up his spirit and was taken 
to heaven because heaven will need his
help again in the future 

the future when the solomonic devices rise
and the pollynessians try to gain dominion
once again through the technology

they hyponotise the user of the gadgets
the user becomes a worshiper of pleasure
and material wealth worshiper

that night am sure i read the missing chapters
the story is still very clearly in my mind
next day i searched for the chapters

to no avail and i wasn't sure any more
whether i had dreamt up
the whole thing






lewis nyaga
Form: Narrative


Premium Member The Cure For Covid 19

There is a cure for covid 19 fact checked by elf on a shelf.
It’s safe in moderation and can be taken at home by yourself.

There is no needle required, but this cure requires a glass.
This potion has three parts, the amount depends on your mass.

It’s been used by some famous actors and the political elite as well.
Just how long it will last, well it’s just too early to tell.

Trump is a veteran user he likes how it gives him a boost.
Pelosi has taken it longer, but she’s no longer able to roost.

You don’t need a gene altering shot, away from home you might need a dime.
This story is absolute crap, but at least it comes as a rhyme.

For one part you’ll need a prescription, as to not get cuffed by an officer.
Try it and you will be amazed, it’s just vodka, Xanax and stool softener.
Form: Couplet

The Junkie's Son, Part Ii

II.
She didn’t wake up until the next day,
at first she didn’t quite knew where she was,
through bleary she saw her husband there,
he said,”I wasn’t sure you’d make it, my love.
I didn’t know if my prayers were enough.”
Half-fuzzy, she mumbled,”Where’s the baby?”
Mark’s face went slack, he looked down to his feet.

“Our son…he…he…he did not make it out,
the doctors say he had already died—”
He didn’t get the chance to speak anymore,
Mark was cut-off by Maureen’s anguished cries,
he just shed tears, and stayed there by her side.
For the next day she was nothing but numb,
spoke so little you’d mistake her for dumb.

The first sound she made came during check-out,
the same junkie woman stood at the desk,
filling out forms besides a thuggish man,
the kind who had seen one more than one arrest,
she struggled to sign her name there at rest.
Hearing annoyed grumbles from the damn thug,
Maureen realized then the girl was on drugs!

“Jesus Christ, Chrissie, how long does it take
to sign some damn forms and give up this brat?”
She scribbled her name, lumbered towards the door,
something in Maureen broke when she saw that,
she just screamed out like a hurt wildcat.
The screech took all of the room by surprise,
the junkie couple just hurried outside.

Mark had to fill out the discharge for her,
she was too shattered to think, only wept.
They wheeled her out and he retrieved the car,
out of the large parking lot then they crept,
Maureen in pure agony with each breath.
In the coming days she would entertain
disturbing thoughts that crept into her brain.

Thoughts of anger towards the useless woman,
a drug user, and yet her babe had lived,
and then as if it were nothing at all
to another that child she did give,
the next high her only lasting motive.
A damn crack-baby allowed to be born,
while her wanted son she now had to mourn…

CONTINUES IN PART III.
Form: Narrative

1 poem per year for a new adult

Tu Haikus

Dull

Website designer, 
You put on your blinders, 
Take words from binders, 
Do your craft...

Danger Zone (Loser Zone)  

Hurried and Worried
Feeling like one is buried 
Everything seems scary
You are all alone 

X-Mas

Bursting with Joy...
A brand-new toy!!!  
What is it for???  
It does NOT matter anymore...  

Child  
Riding a bicycle, 
Graduating from the tricycle... 
Eating a popsicle, 
I celebrate!  

SCHOOL

Typing a document, 
What is it that you meant?  
All of the time you spent...
Was it in vain?  

Fight

Mediate a divorce, 
First, take a course... 
Your voice will grow coarse, 
Yelling and raising it with screaming matches...

Medicine

Burning out again, 
An amphetamine problem, 
I do NOT do much... 



Passed By 

First, you go too fast... 
Then, you end up being last, 
Life is a kick in the ass...

Loyalty

Crystal, my lover, 
I would NOT want another, 
Being a brother.  

Busted

The concert has stopped 
I have to go with the cops 
I hope that these charges get dropped 

Victim 

Locked out
Blocked out
Better yet, socked out
Assault is NOT my fault


Skipper

First come, 
First served, 
We all get what we deserve, 
Do NOT be a turd...

Girl 

Heard that you liked me?  
Just to spite me?  
You played your game, 
Driving me insane!  

Robot  

Remember the password?  
What is your favorite verb?  
Have NOT you heard?  
Internet security is absurd... 

Threat

Carry her purse, 
Treat her well OR-
You will end up in a hurst... 
What is worse?  
Then being cursed... 


Note 
I bet you will forget, 
All that you said, 
It is in your head, 
By the way you will soon be dead... 

Sufficient

Laptop computer, 
I am a user, 
I do NOT need a tutor, 
I do things myself... 

Shoot!  

College education, 
Stay in school, 
For this whole duration, 
I wonder about my placement, 
Will I end up in my parent’s basement?  
Fork!

Easy Morals and Provocative Ways

Easy morals and provocative ways
have made of you the gutless user
and the unapologizing abuser
who likes to take, not give but laugh;
who does admire you for your selfish
ego and extrovert character?

The cruelty that was done
to your first lover can't 
convince you to thrive off bad intentions
using others for your pleasure;
you are too powerful, you subdue them
with willpower...can you own them
and continue to humiliate them with words
when they are too week for revenge?
Step down from your throne
and apologize to them, show your guilt. 

Easy morals and provocative ways
are the tools of a deceiver
who wants sensual nights with stars,
not caring for the feelings
of the one causing heartbreak and pain;
give up on your vanity
and realize you're unfair...
by taking hearts and fill them with fear,
by mocking them for their fragility...
you can't lose but win!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member This Is Who I Am

This Is Who I Am
My first name is Belle, that’s a sobriquet *
My feelings are being anon is best.

Empathetic, helpful, Inquisitive 
Keen on humour, poetry and music.

From a band of sisters, there's five in all
Imagine bedlam when we were all small.

Love my family, neighbours and my friends
And know I will do to the very end.

Pet hates are cruelty, terrors of war
People being homeless, hungry and poor.

Have fear of losing my precious eyesight
Unable to see, to read or to write.

I'd like to see the world share perfect peace 
That no one went without something to eat.

I wish every child who arrives on earth
Love, joy, happiness and only kind words.

I live in England, in the West Midlands 
My last name’s Bellevue on PoetrySoup.*

13th July 2021

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This is who I am Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins

* Belle Bellevue is my user name on PoetrySoup only. *

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Form: Bio

Premium Member I Love the Smooth, Soft, Fresh

Some are smooth, as smooth as a song,
While others are spiked like a boot,
And some are ripe, ready for now, 
Ripe as a plump freshly picked fruit.

Some are mounds of a hill full of beauty,
While a few are as flat as a bat,
And a couple, here and there, are all over the shop, 
Sort of a wild bric a brac.

Some poke right out for everyone to see, 
No user manual needed there,
While others are hidden nowhere to be seen, 
Only found on a wing and a prayer.

But all of them make me feel happy and free, 
As free as a bird in the sky.
I love every one, each colourful joy,
I love every newly born butterfly.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member I Really Do Not Know

I was going to use orange in my user name one day.
For she is my favorite color and does not receive enough fame anyway.
But Trixie, my muse, had not only something but a lot to say
She said “I will choose your name; please go away!”

She can be challenging, but her ideas are rather fine every day.
I cannot say I am unhappy that Trixie is mine; she works without pay.
She came up with PinkFaerie5 when I agreed to stay away.
she says I cannot tell you and allow you to still stay alive today.

You probably do want to stay alive and unharmed and well, I'd say.
I do not really know; Trixie is in charge and won’t tell, the idea is gray.
Five may have been my family of origin, in truth, I think that was it anyway.
Ouch! Just telling you this got my left finger bit by Trixie who does not play.
Form: Monorhyme

While Watching the Dark Clouds

While Watching the Dark Clouds

While watching the sky and its amazing dark clouds,
I was lost for a while in the diffusing Sunlight,
Coming from behind the engulfed Sun,
Penetrating it somewhere, without much success,
However, silently the Sun kept on trying and moving,
In spite of all the dark clouds,
Hovering all around it and were trying to fear the Sun, 
By their shapes and dark sings.

But the clouds could not block the movements of the Sun,
And its life giving light for more than 
Few moments.
It assured me once again in my faith,
That darkness can never be a 
A permanent fate.
Sooner or later the light brings alive the life, 
Even if, it is in extreme darkness.
Ravindra
Posted on 04th Jan. 2011

Photo by Ravindra K Kapoor
http://poetrypub.ning.com/photo/watching-the-dark-couds-054?context=user

The Memories of a Dancing Peacock

The Memories of a Dancing Peacock 
( Based on a true incident captured in my Camera )



I was in a mood to sing, and

The Peacock was in a mood to dance, 

My singing came, while watching the beauty and 

The beauty started unfolding its wings and charms, 

As if the Peacock was listening the songs, 

I was singing, silently in my mind.  



Oh, what a joy it was to feel and share, 

Those wonderful moments 

I spent with that beautiful bird,

Who kept dancing and dancing,

Till the song continued in my mind silently.



You and I may not be dancing or living forever, O, bird,

But the image, which you have engraved on my mind and

The rhythms of that joy and pleasure, 

Which you have left,  

Would continue to generate always,

The music of silence and beauty in every mind.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th December 2011

NOTE:IMP. NOTE: The Memories of a Dancing Peacock
The Photo Poem cum Song is also on my Music Channel
"RavindraKK1" on U Tube. or you simply use this URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlP6Pet7Bgc&context=C3f5772fADOEgsToPDskI2J3Pvz9Qq--9WGYI4adeJ


For my Videos Songs on My U Tube just write on Google "RavindraKK1 
and go on U Tube Channel - RavindraKK1
http://www.youtube.com/user/RavindraKK1?feature=mhee
Form: Ode

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