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He had a story
And demanded to be heard
His words were whispered
Do to his hoarsed throat
He suffered from the flu
A byproduct of what he
Wished me to know
"They have created a monster,
Mankind is doomed"
He told me as I recorded
His conversation
"They used stem cells from
Toads, a fossiled dodo egg, a hippopotmus
An ape, bear and a puma, it created a fume that
Became a cloud
It rained and they all feel to the floor
We didn't know why until one
Of the professors mentioned
They" fused the stem cells
With the organisms found in
A meteorite we develop a vaccine for
The flu like symptoms but it only worked
On a few of us
We spent days in the lab trying to remove the Misty cloud, one day it dropped
To the floor and started to become a
Gelatinous material
We took samples of it
And it , it was a virus it is a one organismicist
Creature that creates a mist to infect people
Than it creates and spews an acid
That dissolves the flesh and swallows you whole
It roars while it swallows"
On my list
Are my wishes.
No fear.
Of the virus
Instead, spreading love,
End all the animosity,
Amongst us.
To breathe free.
Without masks.
Hug friends and family.
Be happy.
Hear Mariah Carey,
On the radio.
Sing a Christmas carol.
To enter any shop,
Without a vaccine passport.
Greet every stranger,
Not to fear you’re in danger.
Because years ago,
A baby was born.
In a manger.
He came from above,
To bless us with love.
To all my dear readers,
A blessed Merry Christmas.
For the usual life to digress
From the norm to the average
Standard has to meet it's distress
Not considering any group or age
Wonder is unusual to think of
Living is nothing compulsive
And the virus palliative isn't thereof
To some personal risk becomes aggressive
Children won't drive safe love
Adult may set the distance right
Monitoring won't let fun cum dove
Everyone is just of beaming fright
Yet, God is wonderful to all
Despite the stop put to work
Financial status is still in its fall
Many manage months of smirk
Just as it is then and now
People acknowledge all as berk
Those who survived wonder how
Truly it isn't all by ones hard work
Politicians want to make money,
Use this virus as a kind of excuse,
Media spreads fear and it's not funny,
Is there a way to overcome these blues?
Nothing can help man out of this debacle,
Nothing can give him hope but a vaccine,
All the world wants now is a miracle,
Something to keep them safe from the unseen,
But what man needs now is not medicine,
Science is not something that can help him now,
He must rather bow heads in unison,
To the Almighty who has all know-how,
God will give peace even if there's none cured,
His grace is enough, of that be assured.
09.21.2020
I praise God for modern telecommunications’ inventions
Making mankind benefit so well
But I feel bad, when in their vexing, “gobsmack” malfunctions
I become dysfunctional; thus, my exasperation-nerves swell!
I thank God for computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet I got nervous when their genius alerts
Warn me of glitches’ “bamboozles” due to internet-driven virus!
I seek God for His enlightening wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
I pray to God to guard me from being deceitfully puzzled
With varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
By global transactions “gobsmacking” netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I trust God for His control midst “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking “bamboozling” gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
I rely with faith as I rejoice* in God Who knows what’s best
Despite “gobsmack, bamboozle and confusion”-attacks…
To Him do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*1Chronicles 16:10 Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD.
November 5, 2011
I beheld your frame in my doubting eyes
there was no way for me to
explain this to by brain.
How could my trembling hands want to
follow the trail,and explore your definition.
If I know you are taboo.
What damage could be done in my adoration.
Not put here I think, for my souls appreciation
I cannot humble myself enough to walk away
If my lust defiles you -I am certain
I cannot look away,
captured in the gleam of my eye,
It's not for me to decide
God our creator already
has said that lust is a sin
that starts in the minds eye.
I behold a sight that draws
me like a magnet to metal.
Shall I blame this on the devil?
Are my feelings evil?
My resources are feeble.
Signals received under complicated
conditions.
Waiting for your response to free me.
If I lose my soul -I will be lost forever
if there is such a thing
as the great beyond -- I will be doomed.
If I be true to my now,
as natural as it may seem.
Who will call the foul ?
I am waiting on your response to free me.
The virus of the unrighteous
has spread to the future..
We have become what we once hated
infuriated, that what's inside me is despised.
I have never supt of your essence.
Though I be penalized-God
who knows the score-When he
indicts me with this crime...
God who controls my emotions
my thoughts-Leaves this one to my charge.
fraught I am in this conflict-Shall I remain lost.?
Waiting on your response.
If we kiss now,
I cannot touch you in the future-
One day it won't matter about
Color age or respective gender.
We can love completely
without guilt or shame-
without the threat of
torture in a treacherous flame
One day love and lust will be the same.
It will all be fine, until then
I will wait with dubious mind.
Dream-Blisters
by Odin Roark
“…Like the glow of star-dispelling lights
rising,
saturating air
from 5th Ave
to Trump Towers,
to the Bronx,
atop the bridges glinting brazen shouts.
“Hurt and pain guised as success,
a purulent throb of discharge,
woulda
coulda
shoulda
now,
like always,
decorative wounds,
cover-ups
flung high over and through,
settling seasonally in Pennsylvania
2nd homes, where farm animals
gaze from fields
at repeated history,
learned celebration,
attainment’s price.
“So it goes.
“Rising,
spreading,
oozing dream-blisters,
festering from forever frictions.
Id and ego,
smooth and calloused,
reduced to screams and laughter.
"Have and have not antecedents
surviving now as virus,
knowing not of antidote,
immunity prevention
long ago ignored for addiction.”
“Why is that Mother?”
“Like the book says, sweetheart…
see here the illustration
barnyard animal-looking humans
all dressed in party finery
wondering what
to do now.”
“Why are they wondering?”
“Mr. Orwell told the story long ago.
Another writer addressed it again
a bit different,
but with the same warning."
“Is that what they’re wondering about…warning?”
“Yes, dear.”
She caresses her daughter’s forehead
“Some things take a long time to learn.”
“But we do learn them…right?”
“Sleep warm, daughter.”
Till March of twenty-twenty,
my poetry was virus-free,
as were the gems you shared with me.
We write of all we feel and see
that matters—-faith, friends, family,
and nature; still, this deadly, bold
pandemic has a stranglehold.
For thousands, now Death’s bell has tolled.
The rising numbers leave us cold
with grief and dread that worm their way
into our poems, which convey
we know this thief holds widespread sway.
We all must pray for strength to cope
and share our work with renewed hope.
Date: May 22, 2020
Contest Title: 2020 Poetry placed 11th of 12
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
October 22, 2020
Contest: Completely Your Choice 31
Sponsor: Brian Strand
We wont even compare you with a ghost.
Even everyone wont able to touch a ghost,
But you are more than the ghost.
Because everyone knows haunt of ghost.
You corona virus, you are really overrule.
Who can stand on your way?
Who can say word to you?
No one, No one, No one.
As no one knows your weakness,
You are really enjoying blood.
You are gnawing by your way.
At least you can tell us where you were hidden yourself.
Or tell us when you will be free us.
Even every eyes are gaze at you,
You do not care.
Even every tears are falling,
You do not care.
Even every mouth are asking apology,
You do not hear and you are keeping extending dead body yard.
Since you started eat, you never get full.
Is true your intestine is too larger.
At least we knows your name.
We hope that tomorrow we will know where you come frome.
And your weakness as well.
So that we will able to stand on your way.
Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric
Eyes beyond mortal scale,
Armoured ships upon the ocean sail;
Voices charging the air's bluff
As souls rises and fall to the rifle's cough
So still was the air waves
Survival was it the soul craves
Blends of atrocities and human foolery,
Calls out to thousand graves.
Man scavenging
Like vultures upon its prey
The zeal to kill
Makes his stomache fill.
Heaven's call; the helpless heard
Ruthless murder the soul do fear.
The sounds of war in the air
Soldiers trampling and unleashing fear.
Nuclear weapons no one dare
Virus unleashed;we pretend to care.
The war brings famine
And hopes unseen.
Death like bird spreads its wing
And to the divine the soul do cling.
Man's inhumanity to man,
A curse or the will to act?
Was it not he who sends mushroom of clouds on Hiroshima?
The epidemics that swallowed all or parts of our lives;
Diseases and starvation are not far from his knowing.
The injustice that ravaged the land
Like a sea flood upon the sand
Washing-off all footprints
That we left in the hands of time.
Good is bad;immorality have became moral.
We feed upon oats of lie
And watch silently as people die,
Casting our destiny into the ocean called strife.
Deep down the trench of good and bad-
The scale of evil outweighs
Then I come to term-
That the devil is man.