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The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead
Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot
Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect
Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny
Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry
Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless
Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come
Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe
Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late
Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend
And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust
He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows
Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave
In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene
Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies
Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal
Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet
Whispering warm hope and faith within
Whimsical wisps of affectionate wishes
Wakening waltzes that dance wildly
Wanderlust winds breathe gentle warnings
Wakeless weathers ragged edges with
Widening worlds where we never worry
Weathering woes that seek to warrant
Wallowing, wooing watery tears wailing
Wasting wayward ideas that will worship
Wherever wonders caress the soul with
Walks whistling out echoes of watercolor
Wrapped with God’s arms open, welcoming
Luke 15:20 KJV: And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.
ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD Poetry Contest
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August 27, 2020
"PreOccupation"
spiced
cut up poetry
divides
numbers
intentional
drivel moved
to the side
on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up
a much loved
addiction
novel and short
Pre Occupation
of all the glossy
shrouded shrouds
minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed
the windbags
blowing braggarts
know-it-alls
blow it all
cutting the lines
like neat poetry, up
gladiator
brides
are us
sucking it
all up
like sweet custard
vampire voices
puck shot
through goal posts
cleansed?
they think they're missed;
I think not
baptised virtuous
scrabbled
war torn pilgrims
the lecherous
with nothing
better to do
watch all
bride defectors
sign language
look into the mirror
your reflections all
on repeat, the watchers
all wisened
move through,
or move
through not
they still avidly watch
the time wasting
away
Pre Occupation
sides and numbers
all blood suckers lost
buried, wearing
their shrouds
poetry in lines
black and white
cut up neatly
divided
on a blank page
the sucked up
read all the
time wasted
lost
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches Vampires,
suck blood and be
merry
“The meeting commences in the arena;
Gladiators and space defectors
In walk the druids and the shock troops
In walk the druids and the shock troops
Ringside seats, bird's eye views
Video cameras only tell the truth
Milliards of youths complacent in the eyes
Of their contemporary sleuths
Witch-wizards sat on cosmic thrones
The new age crowned all skin and bones
The sacred priestess of Merlin The Mage
Opens the book, she turns the page ...”
...
"Conspiracy of silence
An orgy of peace
They're all here from every sphere
From every planet to shake their spears
Divide the lands of the halls of Pan
Painted warlords in their hordes
Asa kings and obi queens
Step from my skull and live my dreams
(excerpt/”Druids”, Toyah Wilcox, 1982)
God Shook his Head Today
In the public eye you spew lies from the table cloth, with fake humanitarianism.
A sort of façade one puts on at a mardi gras parade; whimsical and alluring.
Yet, your goodwill proves shallow.
Another ego centric politician to add to the list.
While the oceans dry up, and the glaciers melt, our super typhoons are angrily bellowing out rubbage from the plastics filling the earth.
Nobody really cares, in a world in which life is taken for granted.
Some countries go without electricity, and Wi-Fi as we sit down with a big mac, and whoppers.
Digging around in a cereal box trying to locate the little plastic toy.
Oh boy what have we done, to our planet? I assure you it is time to panic.
God shook his head today, wondering how we allowed the wasting away.
God shook his head today, surveying the land.
Crying as the clouds formed a frown.
I’m ranting like a tsunami killing innocents upon the shore, engulfing the victims with the force of five hundred armies.
It is too late, what’s done is done, landslides, and hurricanes the size of multiple states taking the weak to grow stronger, while others are left in defeat.
God shook his head today, then placed his face in the palm of his hands as he looked downward at the plastic filled sands.
As a person of lay,
I do watch in dismay.
All these government rubes,
look like fools on our tubes.
Playing silly games,
as you try and bring the shame,
upon this President Trump
voted in by us "chumps".
No respect for his position,
wasting time, an inquisition.
So you try to apply
allegations and lies,
to behavior they say,
was in a criminal way.
We are all quite aware
from the partisan glares,
your positions, ivory towers,
just a ploy to regain power.
From before the swearing in,
you can't stand that he did win.
So you bore us, day by day,
with these stupid games you play.
Well,
you should all hang heads ashamed,
for it's our country, that you've defamed!
I used to be the one who listened
and Never let my feelings show,
Now I can't stop talking
and for what reason, I do not know.
With every word I write
some things begin to make sense,
With every memory found
put back into its sequence.
I used to be the one who listened
and I'd be filled with all their memories,
Once I became too full
I'd release the awful energies.
With every word, they spoke
they felt better and let things go.
With every memory lost
left them with room to regrow.
I used to be the one who listened
and never let down my guard,
Trying to trust
was just too damn hard.
With every word I write
could be my last,
Time to stop wasting time,
it goes by way too fast.
With every moment I still listen
not knowing when I'll be through
Hoping I left a good impression
on even just a few.
I hope they remember the one who listened
never asked for anything in return,
not until today...
to whom this may concern...
I remember each and every one of you
no matter how brief or long,
Everyone I've met in life
the impression left was strong.
So, that is all I ask for
something not many value,
is just to be remembered
So, I'll live on through you.
Have you ever talked with God?
At first it might feel very odd.
Please move your feelings out the way.
And let your heart do the talking today.
You're not just talking to the air.
The One that created you is there.
If you're not sure how or what to do.
Let the Bible be the guide for you.
Open it up and ask God to speak.
Tell him, He is the One you seek.
Don't be ashamed to speak your mind.
Bring Him an offering of your time.
When I'm in trouble or feeling gloom.
I let my heart talk and He fills my room.
I experience emotions, I can't describe.
When my Creator rushes to my side.
A comforting weighty presence fills the room.
Lifts from my shoulder my cloak of doom.
Waves of emotions wash over me.
I'm aware He's there, though I do not see.
I cry uncontrollably, but in a sweet way.
Feelings I wish could always stay.
Letting my heart freely reach out.
Not wasting focus on thoughts of doubt.
This we naturally we're designed to do.
And that is merge with Him who created you.
The hunger of heart and need to be.
Connects me with Him that gave life to me.
My heart transmits "SOS" from my soul.
The desire for Him makes me bold.
One taste of His glory, you're never the same.
Wake up, seek Him early and whisper His name.
Just say, "Father, I'm here, and I'm searching for You?"
And experience something like you never knew.
I said, "You look beautiful to me."
She replied, "That’s not a good thing to say."
I said, "I never lie, you know."
She replied, "That’s not the truth anyway."
I said, "Maybe it’s a lie, but just listen."
She replied, "Time’s short, so speak your heart."
I said, "I think about you all the time."
She replied, "You’re just wasting time from the start."
I said, "I love you, can’t you see?"
She replied, "That’s wrong — it can’t be right."
I said, "Then make me right, show me how."
She replied, "What do you mean by that now?"
I said, "Make me the way I used to be,
Before I fell for you and lost the real me."
"The streams are my veins."
Rivers, rather than flowing around us, deliver vitality to every cell and fiber in the body. They are the life-giving arteries and veins of the earth. By Poet
Sarcastic, keen vision makes me shiver,
Some light gills merge to shape a grand river.
My shattered lungs could burst the concrete chains,
Each song stirs the vent veins of the liver.
All gentlest sounds conspire to clear my veins,
Your love flows like the Nile through Egypt's plains.
But can I ignore your love in my face?
Don't miss wetting the dense stems with your mains.
Wasting flowers could divest her of grace,
My soul was relieved by the tune's embrace.
Allow viewing realms from the onset.
She fascinates every time with the lace.
No applied falseness but switches my mindset,
I am just leery about this concept.
Dull words of fear, half peace, and half sorrow,
A halt would be marked; I lack an outset.
They say you were all over the bellow,
Croon in a shrewd tone, and you will follow.
Once you head me going, I'm harsh to sway,
I've seen creeks full of life rushing 'morrow.
A calm stream bears lithe life into the clay,
Reap peace and calm, at sea, don't jump astray.
All the sounds are causing my veins to stream,
No mountains or freeways prompt me to stray.
My veins run through my mind like magic-dream,
It's glum, but I note them in my bloodstream.
Your love spares me from being powerless,
When you wake up, it won't stop meaning realms.
Written: August 2nd, 2022
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The Gift
by, Martin Braun 12/05/2018
She came to see me
so early in the morning, casting the drapes open and showering my room with bright light.
Why must she do this? !
This morning she came.
Doesn’t she know heating this room costs money?
Close the drapes!
Today she is here,
opening the drapes. Why is she opening the drapes!?
Stop wasting money. Close the drapes.
9 am, she just walks into my room,
casting open the drapes.
Who are you!? Don’t you have a husband where you live to take care of?
A lady is here.
and she is bringing me gifts! What for! What day is it?
Christmas!? Is it Christmas?
8:59 am, a lady is here.
I don’t know that lady and man in the picture.,
dressed in the wedding gown and tuxedo.
Oh! I was sleeping. You woke me. What do you want?
“She seems familiar,” he mutters.
She leaves, closing the door behind her.