Survivors names have been revealed..As a warning malignant, designed to steal..The
Exposure away from the guilty, in sensitive
Positions, cloak and dagger moves we see
Aplenty..Its getting to hot ( for the agents they own ) so a hit on the plaintifs.' Is how its going.' Aim at soft targets.' Now where before, was that done.? Why the very files
of epstien, exibit numbet one.' Threats and
Blackmail all espionage, quite standard stuff..Yet the clamour must strengthen, now is the time to sift the dust.' They are panic stricken, keep up the push.' Flush the
Carrion vultures from each hidden tree or bush? The avalanche is moving really gathering speed, tearing up the hides' sweeping all features clean, call out for disclosure of the hidden evil ones.' Whatever position they hold; under this
Earths sun.'
Through life’s clenched jaw,
we struggle to survive.
We see our loved ones stumble;
expectations crumble.
Anxiety keeps grinding
and grinding
us down.
Money’s tight;
life’s jaw clenches tighter.
Health declines.
The jaws of death loom nearer.
Panic-stricken people
flee the only homes they’ve ever known -
refugees escaping war
or the clench and the stench
of oppression.
Through it all,
many make it through,
but oh the woe of those
living in the unrelenting grasp
of poverty
or of being chewed to bits
by abuse and fear.
Who gets to glide through a life
where slackened
is the jaw of life?
And who decides
if a clenched jaw will constantly
be others’ plight?
Only God alone can know;
it’s not ours to reason why.
Family and friends, good attitude,
hopefully faith and prayer
will help to make life’s clenched jaw
easier to pass through.
I firmly believe that in the end,
death’s relief for many
will be a welcomed friend.
When life’s jaw unclenches,
we can be released.
Then will understanding
flood our minds
and the light of God’s pure love
be new life’s sweet caress.
There she stood with tears rolling down her face and cheeks
Looking downward – such innocence – mild and meek
Her first trip to the slaughter house was no joke
Proved to be a one-sick hoax!
Slowly but surely – she told us the story
Leaving out NOT the gory!
“I was asked by dad
To join him fast
To pick out a chicken
“O Good Riddens!
At last – no fret
I’m picking out my very first pet!”
Is what I thought
When my breath I caught!
So, with joy in my heart,
And exuberant glee at start
I singled out the healthiest plump!
The attendant let out a little grunt
Roughly taking the chicken outback
She grunted sternly: ‘Wait Right here…I’ll be right back!’
With one quick twist
Of her hand and wrist
The chicken’s neck she snapped in half.
Mortified I stood on the chicken’s behalf!
Speechless, I stood - so panic-stricken
Horrified and mortified because of the chicken!
With no further delay
To my dismay
I was handed a bag
While the attendant let out a mischievous laugh!
From this day forward, I shall live to fret
Of what occurred to my chicken-pet
And live forever with my regret
Of visiting the Old Chicken Coup
All for mom’s LIVE Chicken Soup…?
Desperation to breed contempt
the moment shattered
time illy spent
Choices bartered and freedom gone
the reaper chanting
old righteous wrongs
Panic stricken the nights repeat
the days long orphaned
abandoned sheep
One promise lingers in chastened air
the font of Angels
— baptism’s prayer
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing
as his courageous kindness
floated on within his demise
and all I could do was stare panic stricken
through the small window's cruelness
as the white speck of my friend
became more and more surrounded
by the blackness of space
far removed from everything that existed
and I wondered if Donaldson would
explore the universe forever
I have been having a hard time adjusting
In this picture perfect world
Often having this notion
If i belong here
I didn't know they'd care if i came back
Now i have a lot of regrets
Running away from the insecurities
And panic stricken thoughts
But i am in the here
Just wanted you to know that this is me trying
They told me all of my cages were mental
So i got wasted like all my potential
Even after all this time
This is me trying
There once was an overweight chicken
Who feared she'd become finger lickin'
She let out a loud squawk
At the sight of a fork
And shot from the Coop panic stricken
3 November 2022
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Audio hallucinations, voices not angelic, they're atrocious and scathing.
No one else hears whispering every now and then: Did you hear that?
Going mad a big fear; her visceral crazy dreams are becoming unclear.
Entertains, never complains of painful futile pursuit. Panic stricken, blames other.
Less what’s prescribed—dizzy, a soundproof booth she describes and it, a bother.
Outerspace, underground, heavens above, always hate! Where is love?
Reality vanishes, she comes undone—swears she hears something, someone.
Denials rest her mind; amassing piles of illusions and lies combined.
Experiments; government, bad karma! Conscience, angel or demon? Too much.
Mental illness? She is functioning and keeps it together. She’s in touch.
O God, a curse, be strong, in this damned world others suffering's much worse.
Nevertheless tries her best, she sleeps with one eye open, frightened.
—a healthy mind, a soul quest.
A leap of faith as I take,
Through small undertakings, my thirst I slake.
Never felt life could pull an unexpected brake,
Panic-stricken, my body began to shake.
As my heart thumped,
I flashed a smile, no one hinted it was fake.
I dreamt whilst being wide awake,
Soon to admit, this is life with no retake.
From out of nowhere, I was blessed,
To be optimistic and not be stressed.
An appealing thought crossed my mind,
What would I do, if The Almighty God hadn't been so kind?
He steered me through when I acted blind,
So I decide to let go without pressing rewind!
I opened the door and stepped out.....into nowhere!
looking both bright and cheerful, in my blue swimwear,
smell was fresh, sky was blue but I stepped on thin air,
Thirty feet of steep drop, I wish I was elsewhere!!
flag hoist fluttered below me, pointing at my rear,
panic stricken said “God! save me! I have no spare!“
gathering pace I went down, pray land on soft chair,
twenty seconds of fly time, best eagles wont dare!
tried to use my arms like wings, wish I had a pair,
ladies watching screamed, like I was a grizzly bear!
Three windows down, hoist caught me, cannot tell you where....
six weeks of groin pain, was out of medical care!
Back again on the fourth floor, my wife did not care!
Said she with nasty smile,”Next time please take the stair!!”
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Written 06/September/2020
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Cryptic and elusive is thy turn uP
Obscure in transmitting your invisible aurA
Vicious by nature and causing panic-strickeN
Inhalation disease; the most villainous anD
Destructive evil spirit of human-racE
- don’t presume that we are calM
1 day we’ll entomb your crown shaped emojI
9 Muses will soon display the potentiality of archaiC.
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Winner : Placed 1st
Date: 31-05-2020
Red alert!
Anxiety level rises.
Dam shutters open.
Water wanders
among the concrete buildings,
seeking the buried backwaters, lakes, ponds, fields…
A member of the land mafia marks himself as safe
on Facebook.
Poor people are always unsafe.
They were poverty-stricken
during the steady rains.
Now they are panic-stricken.
Rocks fly down from the mountains.
River climbs up the bank.
Cries steep in the gush.
Bloated men, cattle, dogs and chickens float.
Horrible visitors take terrible pictures.
Fear fluctuates as blood pressure.
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In the mist of these times..
We are smothered in anxious waves..
Tidal waves of uncertainties..
As we await answers..
We realize there are none..
Madness..
Mania..
A fury of the unknown..
Panic stricken as shoppers grab hold of necessities .
Coronavirus strikes an unpleasant torch..
As it spreads like wildfire..
Rapidly climbing the entire globe..
Anxiety rises high..
Tension filled with fear..
Struggling to keep our feet on the ground..
As we are whisked away in sadness..
Mourning the life we lived ..
As our lives have been abrupted ..
Like a bolt of lightning..
We must be vigilant..
We must remain strong..
We shall stand tall..
Although we cannot stand close together..
United we stand spiritually...
Allow intensions of healing..
Prayers filled with gratitude..
Of blessings illuminating to all..
In the mist of these times..
We will rise above..
As fear becomes love..
The coronavirus turns into ashes..
In the mist..
It vanishes..
‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
that ne’er his parents’ voice would heed.
“We hear you’re courting Mary Lue.
Dump that flirt, what e’er you do!
Once you’re wed, she’ll run you down.
Her name is known throughout the town.”
Alack! O woe! O Sorrow’s pang
upon the morn those church bells rang!
No altar’s blessing could subdue
the direful glares that came to view.
Of a nightmare I must tell,
the very sort that springs from Hell.
Mary Lue met loathsome Jake,
a drunkard, gambler and a rake.
A distraught husband roamed the dark
and met a couple in the park.
With one fell blow he struck Jake dead.
Panic-stricken, off he fled.
Now strapped tight to a certain chair,
he endured his parents’ stare
through a slot of perspex glass.
A priest in black arrived at last..
Will this nightmare never end?
Angels and ministers of grace defend!
When he awoke , what should he view
but his two bonny kids by Mary Lue!
From the kitchen came a song.
‘Twas Mary Lue in voice full strong.
‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
who ne’er his pleading heart would heed.
It was a dark night with a full moon
I decide to go sit out on the porch
The dark lake was lit up by a torch
Feeling tired, hoping you are home soon
As the water starts to ripple in the breeze
I see a large creature emerge in the light
Scared, I can’t move, I am frozen in fright
I can barely breathe, as I start to wheeze
It looks long and huge, and black in color
Not really like a gator or any type of fish
I watch and pray it goes away soon, I wish
It swims closer to shore, and starts to hover
I quickly run inside and lock my door
Panic stricken, not sure what to do
I hear a car door; I hope and pray it’s you
I hear a helicopter, as I drop to the floor
I wake up to your kisses on my lips
I am in my bed with your arms around me
I must have been dreaming, I smile with glee
I start to get out of bed as your hands grip
You say, I must have drunk way too much wine
I was passed out on the floor when you came home
I said I saw a huge creature, something scary, unknown
Yes, you tell me, it’s a secret experiment, our goldmine
8/18/19
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Sponsor: Dear Heart
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