Long Word of mouth Poems
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7/9/17
So much happening every year
Above and below the atmosphere
I'm sorry if it seemed so weird
Insincere
And unclear
Seen first hand or heard about
Through word of mouth
I'm sorry if it didn't always work out
And if it had a terrible turn out
Above and below the surface
A total accident or done on purpose
Nothing everlasting and perfect
Thing's just can't always flourish
I'm sorry is the best way I can word this
Especially if you can't control your own urges
Certain things took more than bravery and courage
As well as being determined
Ongoing every single second
In any direction
It often doesn't turn out as expected
I'm sorry if you've been offended
And if a helping hand wasn't lended
Shock waves ripped through China
on July 20 1999
Good versus evil
in a whirlwind of vicious crime
Millions of innocent people
faced life and death then
By the jealous head of China
the dictator Jiang Zemin
He ordered all means be used
to eradicate Falun Gong
His intention to eliminate
in three months was strong
More than 26 long years
countless lives destroyed
Now transnational repression
the persecution was deployed
As horrendous as ever
while denying it all
The face of evil
will surely take a fall
The worlds people are awakening
to the truth each day
Falun Gong is good
and is here to stay
As time passes by
days into years
The ancient practice grew
beyond the fears
Despite the persecution
Falun Gong spread worldwide
Through word of mouth
practitioners thrive
Truth, compassion and tolerance
is what the world needs
Falun Gong is the Great Law
that sows universal seeds
not entered in a contest
"There is no more dangerous menace to civilization
than a government of incompetent, corrupt, or vile men."
~ Ludwig von Mises
Presidential candidates are men of the same unfit kiN
Only one thing they are after ~ the votes of you and I
Left wing or the right; it's a catastrophe in the makinG
Its leadership offered, but it's just their word of moutH
They've made promises that neither of them has kepT
I make no distinction between a donkey or pachyderM
Curmudgeons are they, past prime. One with dementiA
And the other a felon with insufferable moral behavioR
Lordy, what dismal choices when America goes to votE
It happened by coincidence
that I stumbled upon this site,
and ever since I followed that light:
there was a desire to share my poetry with others.
This poet is a dreamer with a realistic vision,
not truly appreciated as other genre writers;
and it isn't money, or fame I am after, merely admirers...
it's an urge that must be expressed without pretension.
If my income depended on the craft of poetry writing,
I would surely starve as many have and still do today,
and in my spare time, I step into a fantasy world and write away;
I pick any subject that tackles my fancy...while many are sleeping.
Is this passion a need to fill a void into my righteous soul,
or something I was called to do by His supreme will?
Looking back to History, He chose prophets to deliver those messages
by word of mouth or sacred writings like those of Hosea and Moses....
am I also chosen by Him to convey His thoughts of sorrows and delights?
I reflect on this often and realize it is an awesome gift I should highly prize!
I have been immensely moved and inspired by the support and kindness
that this friendly community has offered me, welcoming me with open arms;
I have done the same, being thankful and appreciative of their mindfulness:
let's keep a lasting relationship...reading and praising each other poems!
Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" What brought you to Poetry Soup? "
Written by Andrew Crisci
Star is star, only times when it hangs in the skies,
once it falls on the ground, it becomes nothing more
than a useless piece of stone. Is that why the stars commit themselves
to the flames in the dazzling sun when the shadows of darkness lift to dissipate rather than to become stone pieces on the ground
and tossed, kicked, and stamped by mindless passersby.
Although there will be no feeling of remorse whatsoever
held in the mind of stars that were sucked into the heart of a scorching sun,
to ones who took pleasure looking at the twinkling stars
in the darkened sky will feel an irresistible yearning
after the stars inconsiderately disappeared,
and so, becoming a piece of drifting cloud,
roams in the skies to find those lost stars.
Although there will be no grudge of any kind was in the stars’ mind
that vanished somewhere in the heart of a burning sun,
to those who delighted to converse with whispering constellations
in the darkness, will become water by the foot of that mountain
and flow in this ravine to that plain, while, wishing to fill the emptiness in heart with beautiful memorabilia as water carries, crushing into immovable rocks,
chased by the rolling stones.
After all, those notions heaped up high with adding more
and more weights, collapses to the ground; then the time,
so told by word of mouth that it swallows everything,
comes and rakes up shattered pieces of notions
on the ground and lifts up high in the air
flapping its dark and huge wings. Accordingly,
darkness grows to bring another night…
As time goes by,
and when the skies deepened with darkness,
the stars that are lost and gone from the heart of those
who wanted to keep them forever,
return and twinkle as they were
in the skies that are much the same as last night.
Written By: D. Collins 9/15/20
Its all in your pattern, amongst everything else.
You would likely spot it, if you looked inside yourself.
I can see it from a distance, That's how obvious it is.
God gives me the signs before it rolls off your lips.
Anyone paying attention know an attitude change.
When a simple conversation becomes such a drain.
The pattern is what teaches us what we need to learn.
It shows the character of a person beyond no return.
These revelations don't come by word of mouth.
It comes by knowing a person, and wathing the clock.
The cycle is repeated over and over, again.
I've got it down to a science without even knowing.
Mother would patschke
early that day in the kitchen,
and recruit any guest, who
blindly ambled thru front door
suddenly trapped unwittingly
squarely (triangulated) into kitchen
forcibly impressed to help
set up buffet tables
and/or given carte blanche to prepare
some mysterious dish,
(a hodgepodge of ingredients),
that suffered no shortages of compliments
unfortunately could never be duplicated.
Guests harkened far and wide
word of mouth boastful rantings and ravings
superseded culinary Michelin Guides
to dole out seven stars,
which wordsworth meant "exceptional cuisine
promised hungry visitor
a special satisfactory journey."
"Time to eat" (usually bellowed courtesy father)
generated an orderly stampede to jostle in line
and commence maximizing capacity
testing sturdiness disposable plates could hold
scouting, shoe horning, staking...
place to become comfortably numb with satiation.
Amidst various and sundry masticating jaws
(with each respective mouthful
of food glorious food -
cue said Oliver Twist song title)
followed by draught of spirits
ejaculations of delight issued,
and punctuated the sound of silence
when not additionally interrupted
courtesy sibilant crackling
popping, and snapping
wood burning stove,
which aforementioned heat source
lulled well fed tummies
whereby heavy eyelids drooped
while heads sank into chest.
No matter hunger pangs quieted
evidenced by casserole, glass, pyrex...
scraped clean rumors heralding dessert
quickly awoke wine weary souls
analogous to sluggish animals
awakening out their hibernation,
when self anointed maître d'
showcased good n plenti desserts
(pies, ice cream, cookies and cakes galore)
she made house special
comprising secret ingredients.
Upon being stuffed to the hilt
(dear kith and kin mother
all counted as family
think taxidermist specimen
readied for mounting)
all pledged a unanimous
New year's resolution
vouchsafed to start on diet
come January first.
IT WAS FIRST WORD OF MOUTH
WE HEARD SOME RAMBLINGS
ON THE RADIO
THEY SPOKE OF THINGS
IN WORDS THAT
ALL COULD UNDERSTAND
WE THOUGHT IT THROUGH
AND REFUSED WHAT WE HEARD
THEIR ARE MORE OPPOTUNITIES
FOR GROWTH AND BETTERMENT
IT IS MADE FOR US TO GAIN
A GREATER UNDERSTANDING
THROUGHT THE NETWORKING
THESE PEOPLE EMPLOY
THE POTENTAIL FOR TALENT
AQUISITION MEANS
WORK FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LOST
THE POTENTAIL TALENT
THESE POTENTIAL TALENTS THEN
MAKE THEIR PRESENCE FELT
AMONG THEIR NEW COMRADS
WORKING TOGETHER
THROUGH THE STORMS OF REFOUND VALUE
THE NEWNESS OF BEING TOGETHER
THE DESIRE TO LISTED APART
OR ABOVE
THAT HIS AFORDS FOR BEING BEST
MIGHT NEVER BE IN VAIN
THAT HIS MERE PRESENCE
SIGNALS THE BEGANNING
OF A NEW ERA
THAT THOSE WHO DISPSIE HIM
MIGHT ALLY WITH HIM
AND THOSE WHO LOVE HIM MIGHT EQUAL HIM TO GAIN
VICTORY ( OR DEFEAT)
CONTESTED AND DEFINED
BEST ABOVE ALL ELSE
5/18/17
Cat stalked a mouse
Trying to hide and crouch
Then it pounced
From the West, North, East, and South
We don't know what everything is about
Quit sticking out your snout
Don't pout
Or whine and shout
And quit relying on word of mouth
As well as bragging about clout
Get off the couch
And bounce out
Of the house
Instead of being a slouch
Valuables stored in safes with or without a pouch
Near and far from waters that do or don't have trout
Times of flourishing and droughts
Hurting or helping bank accounts
For you, I just can't vouch
Considering that you may just be trying to oust
Or joust
Then you will eat your own words, and possibly get gout
When I come in full force, and eliminate all doubts
By: Dalton Ogletree
I was young – no more than twenty
Just a child in the minds of most nations
Even back then, I believe I had plenty
There was hope and grace in my foundations
Even at that age, I knew I was being given
A moment in history, a memorable time
My young husband was definitely driven
And he, too, was healthy – in his prime
We were given the opportunity to deliver
All the cars left of the Yancey Railroad
To a working railroad positioned downriver
Where they could be used and not corrode
This was the final trip of the Yancey railroad
And I didn’t have a doubt history we’d be making
There was a gentle feel as the engine pushed the load
Leaving my thoughts on the verge of heartbreaking
It was a bittersweet day in the history of those cars
As they traveled toward Clenchfield and their ending
This was a time to add to our journals – our memoirs
Even if the loss of this old railroad was so heartrending
One last journey along the iron rails
Would lead to the final trip of this train
Where they would reach a place of tales
Told to those who would ride without constrain
Poignant and nostalgic, reflections of the South
Colored in hues of warm memories and grace
Brought to life by those who used word of mouth
To agree that the Yancey Railroad we did displace
Yancey Railroad
Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
October 13, 2021