There’s something in our entrails knows this dread.
You hear it scratching – that’s alarm enough.
That snorting half-suppressed, that flagstone scuffed,
a passing shadow of a massive head,
and we scent darkness, dark beyond the dead.
It hovers like Unreason. Does it know?
Canals of self-containment overflow,
like wits’ weak walls, at that approaching tread.
Our fingers, feeling for that flimsy thread,
Seem senseless, unresponsive: can’t perform
the simplest act. No order now, no norm.
The Void insists. The Hunger will be fed.
With locusts of the Labyrinth in swarm,
the mitochondria of Panic sprout and spread.
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A daylight daze
has been removed to a dark city
in a DC Comic.
Nations have swallowed their tongues,
have become a caped parody
of an undeclared independence.
The good are caught in the search lights,
the bullet heads and bare-faced bad
run the globe, turn the coats,
unify the unwilling sheep into lambs
until liberty itself is the aberration.
The enemy is a suit stuffed
with daemonic dandruff
reserved to snow job the helpless.
There is a new world order now
for the meek, weak and bolder.
Globalist's glob onto the taste of power.
Our super heroes are pot-bellied
and cancelled.
RoboCop is now a peace poet;
he gently rants
in a soundproof basement,
writes sonnets to forget
the already forgotten.
Tears and beers freefall
behind crumbling walls,
we must add too tight tights to the list
of all our ripping sorrows,
shake enfeebled fists
as menacing shadows gather
and we
ever willing to cast
accusing looks upon each other.
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What is this strange place we find ourselves in?
Trapped in the open- we are free within.
Somehow the norms we always saw as true-
have been displaced by those we're not used to.
Some rules we follow for our country's sake
no longer held as true, replaced as fake!
A new world order- now our leaders crave-
and yet, within we know we must stay brave.
Free speech, our Bill Of Rights, grants one and all
to speak our minds on all things large and small.
But now, we're punished to express known truth
as those in charge may deem as so uncouth.
The matrix we are asked to now uphold
defies our Constitution's clear-cut mold.
And so we find our ways to follow creeds
our Constitution verifies as needs.
The underground of free-speech websites grant
safe haven for we patriots who can't
express ourselves- the truths we still adhere
without the thought of being silenced-fear.
There, lives support for spreading freedom's spin-
trapped in the open- we are free within.
“This court is called to order now,”
declares the One with beaming brow.
Covering cherub, erstwhile great
ere judgment’s end will learn his fate.
Celestial creatures courtly bow
whom Yahweh’s holiness avow.
Cosmic conflict, Meta-Moment,
God, His infinite love must show.
The cosmic creatures wait to see,
how many angels would agree,
with Satan’s claim that surely, he,
from God’s strict rules could set them free.
God’s government, evil assailed,
but holiness and love prevailed.
Lucifer and his hellish host
were banished from their heav’nly post.
The serpent snared the holy pair
their bond with God he sought to shear.
Once Adam sinned, the die was cast,
what would God do? The angels asked.
“Man has sinned God; you can’t save him,”
declared Satan, the accuser.
“You sure cannot your justice trim,”
mankind’s sin you cannot excuse.
Justice demanded, “death to man.”
God’s answer was salvation’s plan.
Jesus would live a sinless life,
then die to save from sin and strife.
Calvary was heaven’s answer
to the accuser’s evil plan.
God’s love the chasm of sin did span,
to bring eternal life to man.
Morning Narrative
By: Tom
3/4/2020
They claim to bring you “News that Matters”
but broadcast news only reports what sells.
Generally a negative story teaser then six straight car,
appliance, mattress or medicare commercials.
But my favorite is all these products that sell for the same price
(always for 19.95) but if I order now,
I get a second one free (just by paying a second fee)?
Each is geared to sell me something I neither want or need,
Inferior made foreign products that are broken,
often before the box they came in is hauled off.
They report on early morning house fires, water leaks,
and north side shootings in the city, (which occurs nightly).
None of which has direct bearing on most viewers
unless personally involved, live in that particular neighborhood,
or just like the added anxiety that comes with knowing.
While I am sympathetic toward the plight of others,
It isn’t “News that Matters” to ninety-five percent of the viewers.
Why do I watch it? It gives me something to whine about
as I have my two cups of coffee.
But gotta run--Coffee is made and The News is coming on!
Grrrr.
Morning Coffee
by Edmund Siejka
The night before
A soft rain had fallen
Traffic lights,
Hitting the streets
At just the right angle,
Transformed wet asphalt
Into long shiny ribbons.
Pulling into the Diner
He saw that most of the tables were taken
But there was one left
All the way in the back.
She was there
Calling all the morning customers by name
The men answering good naturedly
Their voices still heavy with sleep.
He watched as she walked
Down the narrow aisle
Every so often resting on a familiar shoulder
As she leaned over to pour another cup of coffee.
Closing his eyes
He wished she was with him
Kissing him
Her arms around his waist.
He, holding her so close to him.
When he looked up
He was alone.
Eventually she came to him
Walking all the way to the back of the diner
A mischievous smile on her face
Her impatient eyes asking
“Are you ready to order now?”
Nay,
You are not uncouth;
There is something I never taught you:
When my mother told me to play tennis at school,
And advised me to swim at school,
When she networked me with the best of her people;
And she hid my shame, or indeed I was profligate.
When my steptather bought
Me a marble stone chess set,
I had done well at school;
I was motivated by materials.
When I fled the good in your mother,
After listening to the whispers
Of the evil one;
Indeed, I left you exposed;
But your mother hid my shame;
Never taught you to disrespect me;
It is a tall order, now that I am back,
I am not heavy handed, time is all that it takes;
I love it when we sit in the club,
Play a game of snooker or two;
You are now like my brothers,
Standing shoulder to shoulder with me;
It is all I ever wanted;
Tears in my eyes!
His first experience of the schoolyard
on his first day, shown total disregard
by all of his peers, as pecking order
being established, viewing disorder
he was unsure if, or how to interact
for no reason he was physically attacked
by children that he had known as good friends
his status in the pecking order now depends,
demonstrating courage, and determination,
looking to gang leaders for inspiration
allowing himself to take pain and beatings
gaining respect that he was seeking,
after years of unhappiness, abuse
he had gained some knowledge that he could use
in future life, schoolyard politics into lifetime
Politics, never again a victim of any crime.
14 April 2017.
Contest:- schoolyard politics.
Nature’s way is perfect
And once we all connect
We’ll view the brilliance in the airwaves
Essential order now correct
I believe that this will come to pass
Intuition saves the day
We learn our thoughts materialize
And see the power of our ways
Now if this solitary person
Sitting peaceful in the grove
Can see the world ablaze like this
We can all create the love
It just takes ordinary people
Giving credit where it’s due
Focusing their strengths
On what is right and what is true
When you fear for loosing me,
I really don't care.
I rewind to my past
and I'm still standing there.
When you say if I go
surely you will die.
It seems to be baseless
And I really don,t cry.
I really don't care about,
I really don't know how.
Believe me,
Love and lust are in the same order now
Can you take my order now if you please?
Orange liquor would definitely do the trick.
Now don’t go away for my tale is not a tease.
Frankly no one listens. I make them sick.
Every word I say each day of my life.
Sings of rhyme to an amazing flair,
Sessions that I do speak flows to rife.
I asked an elf to give me a poetic fair.
Oh you know how mischief they can be.
Now I honestly have a problem, you can see.
Saying rhymes constantly is not an esprit.
Tell me bartender have you seen a pixie.
Oh please say that you have even if it’s risky.
A real one if you please not just any nixie.
Bartender bring me a Jack and Coke, I crave.
Another chance I need, another wish to plead.
Really, really this story is true, I swear on my grave.
To tell a lie, it would make me fall down of my lead.
Elves are everywhere; they give wishes, this I know.
Now you might think I am drunk, or need to let go.
Dear bartender you are a psychological pro.
Earnestly you know this is not a fantasy to outgrow.
Remember the ghost last week that won the game show.
written for
Sponsor Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Confessions to a bartender