Where did it go.? That sustainable world.' Its been promised now for decades by
Those well meaning? nerds! who grew up
In a world where in an hours walk along any high street, you could get most items
Everyday needs were covered, replete.' And for a little more outlay, we'd afford an
Odd treat, then inside fifteen minutes you
Were inside the door, packing out shelves
With priducts galore' all this could be
done in any village, or regiinal town, there was no need to go to a city, though as always they were around.' What a novel way of living.' In fact the nerds stole its soul.! Packaged that fifteen minute reality
And swapped it, for a lack-lustre gaol, mafe of techy non-sense and remote overviews.' That serve no real
purpose that it seems is the best nerds can do.' A
Cold austaire experience..An
androgynous extreme,.' An existence
gated with passwords, its quite thi cludo-esque nightmare.? Not even a dream, and the saying that, makes sense now of wool
Pulling over eyes.' Is manifest when i realise how many sheep exist, mentally in
The human guise.'
Dear reflection,
As you are still, you seem so far away,
hollowed eyes with an abundance of nothingness to say,
Yet power lifting as if you are sun-flooded with strength,
The voices you held a tight chain on, have begun to cave in,
shriveled up in your silence, dried up patience,
wearing a trail of salt behind the face of war,
like the night with a sky full of clouds yet emptiness,
It’s as if you’ve drowned in the efforts of convincing,
and caving in has been a toxic pain to live in,
to be the piece of object that brings stability underneath the legs of a table,
Forget what you dream for, do what you’re made for,
solutions appear much clearer challenging the edges of a blade,
You have slept with spine baring strains while it was not meant for,
forged shapes of hope without the canvas to paint on,
Seasoned soul in a violent form, like the chaos in my heart ,
I hope one day all your labor outlay the love you’ve shown.
Written: January 08, 2024 For Tania Kitchin Contest
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A storm swirls, hurling hail and snow,
In the bosom of winter, icy storms grow.
A scene that is both anarchic and grand,
A snowstorm, a shunned marvel of the land.
A whirling maelstrom is a whimsical sight,
Whispered mysteries haunt the cold night.
By merging their loads, icy crystals collide,
Winter chorus is earth-crowning pride.
Whispers of wind nurture a peculiar tune,
Melodic strains cross-changing boon.
Glazing crystals and crumbles sway,
An enthralling outlay winter waltz display.
My dream date would be calm and upbeat.
There will be no expensive dinner or outlay.
A pizza and movie night seems aped replete.
I merely desire to walk down the pathway.
We laugh, share jokes, and exchange gaze.
This chasm is obvious once it is in your heart.
Lift her find happiness and real love days.
Gather for a picnic along the waterway mart.
While the jamboree draws to a close.
We decide to spend the evening at a club.
Play music and share warm-scented rose.
Moonlit kisses, no matter how long you rub
No one plans or sets up the dream day.
Being at the right place at the right time.
My ideal date is a chase, not just a play.
The quest for empathy and love is sublime.
Written: January 23, 2023
My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
When...through it all, we trust Him!
To verily, Let God Have His Way…
Is much more than words… we say
It’s choosing to stand …and survey
Rather than to bend things our way
It is calling on our...faith...each day
While ignoring the obvious… display
Of the bold, unrighteous acts at play
It is being still when itching to...flay
It is trusting when wanting to...bray
It is patience despite the vast outlay
Of what is wrong, and fully decayed
It is strength found in hope’s…sleigh
It’s leaning while relying on Yahweh
It is remaining silent in times of gray
It is crying but turning…yet… to pray
It is when in humanness of our...clay
We tell Jah what we want on our tray
But then tarry not… to hastily convey
All the results...are His whatever may
Also, it is waiting… within belief’s ray
As we yield to Let God Have His Way
Job 23:10, 12:15, 19:25, Hab 3:17-19, Ps 13
copyright; jmsbell-6/18/21
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
Not close as seethed by the others close by.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
Out of a meek pace to a haunting tone.
Thunderstorms and mild rain are on the way.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
To the north, clouds reflect sun's beams in red groan.
The newly found gold adds amber outlay.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
As dusk nears, sky is a bustling gloom zone.
Dusk hits clouds cluster and shapes angel lay.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
The Lord has given me chance to opine
If you could just sit close and view the way.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
It's not daily that the weather is fine.
We could view Salish Seas over Eagle's den.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
Written: December 13, 2021
FEAST OF BEAUTY
I thought humans don't eat humans
and bands don't break bands
But your beauty is eating me up - Cannibalism.
Sheer barbarism and "taboolism",
Not empathic and absolutely no sympathy,
Emotions running high for your posh of beauty
As my own desires are feasting on me - Autocannibalism
Just like a person being consumed by or**sm.
Miss Farhana Sait,
Your charm is a bait
That lures mankind into your paradise gate.
Set me in confinement,
multiplying multiple enjoyment;
Cocooned in your milky endowment.
If beauty were transactions and sold in zillions,
Yours would be priceless and raise common opinions.
Tiger doesn't eat Tiger when famish
Yet your looks feast on this Tiger in ambush.
All these models do is slay, slay & slay
But with the fangs of beauty & your outlay
You feast, feast & feast on your prey.
To survive your allure, this I pray.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme.
Copyright © October 1st, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #inspiredbyFarhana
#inspiredbybeauty
#beautyappreciation
#feastoftheeyes #feastofbeauty
Steps his foot out of the door with granny’s anointed words
if blessings were edible, he’d have been fatter than North America
faces the day’s task with immunity to the heat of the sun
dines with the wild to keep the oil running
the quest for a better tomorrow begs for a step further
a bright mind, a weary heart, a bunch of hard nails
and strained muscles still yet deserving of any praise
one added day and his large hope is a chronic liar
for an upgrade, his life is becoming an outlay.
After the rigorous relay,
the day ends in a sleep commenced through deep thoughts
the alarm rings at dawn, no fresh start, the cycle continues
he’s sunk in this ocean until a miracle sailor comes through.
As time goes by, the anguish shall abate.
To double back my trail, to hide, to wait
for an unwelcome love to go away.
Long distances can quench the wanderlust,
but lust of wonder. Wonder is a must,
but lust is never worth its outlay.
I call upon you both, time and space,
to help the escapee, summon the ghost
of common sense, the coldest and the most
atrocious words to flee from love's embrace.
My dear poems, stories and essays,
forgive the poet: he was too engrossed
in wonder to remember Robert Frost
who said: "The muse is cold, when hearts ablaze".
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVI
IF you pull a long limp face
Long as a mile of lies made of clay
Little the wonder no kind of praise
Can pull you out of utter dismay
Then if you pulled that long clay face
Right round the block up your driveway
Complain not how your face you deface
Your driveway's not a public pathway
Now if you pull that long haughty face
No matter how hard you worked to stay
On top of the world's profit-trade chase
Stache not losses onto the company's outlay
For if you pull that long uppity face
Walk you must the plank on Judgement Day
Blindfolded waist and wrists bound in disgrace
Ev'ry dog has its day since yes crime does pay
So if you must pull that panicky long face
No chauffered limousine to pave your way
Corporate tax cuts do political parties brace
High tit for tat makes for democratic sway
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 12, 2019
My old man's diary
Shows fragments of thoughts;
Such simple entries
The plain obvious sort.
Thoughts from old times past
Records of outlay;
Ancient scripts laid last
In those fleeting days.
A simple journey
Where fares were but few,
Basic tact surely
In pages not new.
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2015
Singapore
Within the mind is an outlay
Darken area so much to say
Not a place wanting to stay
Rotten to the core with decay
Feelings of unknown reaches
Blood thirsty sucking leaches
An opium filled and beseeches
It blurs our things that teaches
Bane slowly poisoning beneath us
Looking down to see
It looked so drained it cannot be
Lost in the shade of that we agree
Emotions drop us from feet to knee
Shadows within and out is a key
Desperation that shadows grow
To notice it is to lay low
Low as it will soon follow
That is the form of shadow
It is within us and out that show
"GOING HALLOWEEN CRAZY!"
~Ronald McDonald~
Army of darkness
Agony tears of a clown
Creepy kid smiles
Everyday is Halloween
**
~KILL JOY~
Rejection outlay
Spell-caster demon terror
Assassination
Bloody murder at the fingertips
**
~EXPERATION~
Ivory mountain grave
Skeleton terror of doom
Where's the buffalo?
Indian masquerade
**
~BEAUTY~
Sky full of beasts
Relevant nights of velvet
Entwine by her bliss
Elvira the night mistress
By:)
I knew a little boy
A very long, long time ago.
He wanted slippers that were pink
And sadly, I said no.
So many years have passed
And now a briefcase he did need.
I’d buy whatever he picked out –
On this, we both agreed.
He choice was rugged leather
In a rich deep shade of brown.
He’d looked at more expensive ones,
But kept the outlay down.
It made me think back to that time
When I said no to pink.
I wish I hadn’t, but it made no difference,
I don’t think.
I guess as we grow up,
We’re shaped by many different voices;
And there are times when those we love
May veto our first choices.
Yet we become who we must be
Despite well-meaning blunders;
And when a bond survives and thrives,
It’s one of life’s great wonders.
The mother of pearl,i think will portray
the inside and depths, to my outlay
from my loving nature, and i do care
the pearl gives off all that`s there.
It`s sublime inner beauty,does shine through
sparkling colours,silver,gold through to blue
also a calming effect from this rare gem
reflecting what i have, a loving lifestyle, once again.
Hiding inconspicuously in its` shell, `til it is found
a lovely lady owner,then love is bound
to esculate as true, as the beauty it provides
from all the seas, to the oceans wide.
.
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Stoned contest
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