The neophytes
The hunks, the hulks
The curbs, the bulks.
Deliciously
Introverted
Voices
Intervene
Neophytes'
Evolution.
Magnify
Another
Ganglia
Now.
Expressing
Tremendous
Internally
Suppressed
Moments.
America tends to instill racism in the neophytes
It is fed three times a day on a plate of belligerence
Possessing an insatiable and unrestrained appetite
It’s a well-known pedigree, a hybrid of malevolence
Its ravenous sharp teeth tear innocent flesh asunder
Unable to provide I.D. except by tattoos or dentures
At feeding time, nothing satisfies the pangs of hunger
The breeders of this species also refuse to censure
It devours those who feed it and becomes their feast
Don’t get so comfortable that you forget what you fed
One thing for sure is that you can’t tame a wild beast
It’s no house pet; it consumes souls; this half-bred
Hate feed this glutton; its depravity is out of control
The redder the meat, the more it demands to consume
Emerging from its dark lair, it embarks on a daily patrol
It easily feeds off those in churches and classrooms
Late,
the morning glories rise
passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
soft, restless breezes
in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage
a lurid golden year half-light dulcet dawns,
scarlet carmine sunsets, waning,
whispering not shouting
carnelian nights humming a lullaby,
serene, euphonious,
clouded eyes struggling to remain awake
buddings small and petite,
placid emollients of day;
shaded out of scathed hunter greens
falling to lemon camboge
limed colored oranges,
harvest time citrus afterbites
commencement to vermillion bleedings
September full blood moon phasings,
in crisp kaleidoscope etchings
of a well-painted palette
sepia rusettes, auburn,
ambered melancholia disturbances;
sanguine shortened days,
arboreal sleep, brittle and dry
les Feuilles Mortes.
Mystic Rose contest of Hello September
9/17/21
scriptures offer validation
inward path requires cessation
can we let go of, to get to
true neophytes are very few
blue or red pill, is the question
20-July-2021
Mission known for fine hand weaving.
Chosen site left priests not leaving.
Neophytes were seen believing.
Bay's close, great crops.
Sickness leaves now no one grieving.
Soldiers made stops.
Place of solitude all peaceful.
A secluded mission restful.
Neophytes are clearly trustful.
Dedication!
Time spent praying makes one blissful
Meditation.
Mission raised at place of great bears.
Meat was given easing tribe's cares.
No man seen in savage tone swears.
Neophytes all.
See them lining mission stone stairs.
Nine short few tall.
Valley's hidden jewel so rare.
Green hills, trees of oak and clean air.
Neophytes loved priests who gave care.
Saved the chapel.
Hated soldiers killing most there.
After grapple.
Once upon a time an esoteric rhyme
poked through space-time into the sublime
Conjured by a reclusive alchemist
and a phenomenal fabulist
Then there was the hairy apothecary
in cahoots with the counterrevolutionary
Simultaneously exhorting the masses
To disrupt and unify the classes
All while the medicine man full of adrenaline
Examines a frightened specimen
A shaman's apprentice not ready for the rites
Given to all witch doctor neophytes
Back to the prose invoked by the magus
and the prevaricator of the ages
Such a set of verses was forever hidden
The threat of these curses was ever forbidden
'Twas a boring days of October
When I viewed you which reconciles
The prestiges of mine.
You incurred myself a neophytes
to prosperous prestige,
Incurred me with an inducement,
to be degree holder.
Yet, amazement rush,
Between you and me,
Six-annum surpassed.
Nevertheless,
Even friendship is futile,
To both of us!!!