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The Use of Illegal Guns is never glamorous verses

With all due respect using my poetry of pain and suffering to advertise inspirational verses is truly sad glocks caused loss of life there is nothing inspirational about the effects of using an assault weapon truly sad place in American i watched a 9MM penetrative the body of a man while crawling on his belly nothing inspirational about suffering from gun violence in AmericaI believe me it is very misleading to advertise peace inspirational verses hidden behind murder

BUSINESSMAN

BUSINESSMAN

Prism of penetrative light
           window into unbuttoned seas, seals 
                 clarity in split seconds

Long-nailed Neptune, unkempt
        Spectre of Merlin in his glass cave
               innocently gazing at mushrooms 

Blank space, spookiness 
        shooting stars
her hair blackened and straight 
              oranges of Citrusdal
poured into his irises

Where was she with the baby ?
       with raindrops on her lashes
           sitting like Krishnamurti ?

Rays of light spread honey money
           split second became eternity 
time as illusion
a reality

The veil of a businessman 
shattered, splintered 
shuttered spongy 
Stillness 

Citrusdal was no more…
     Stillness a dot in a Spa


©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2005

Answering To Please An Ear

“Did you understand The Narrative?”
And I answered in The Affirmative.
But it was a lot sugared and inventive,
What should’ve been kept and left ‘Native’
For a society still Helplessly Conservative
With her applause for stories of The Summative …

“And did you enjoy The Narrative?”
I made sure I said ‘Delicious’ in a voice penetrative 
But in my mind had A Crying Alternative
I thought worth treating as Imperative
For our Youths in the eye stared by The Formative
And often dying to appear assertive …

The Understood and Enjoyed Narrative
I knew I wouldn’t delay its purgative, 
All these while answering to an ear please
And clogged nostrils deny a sneeze.

Glances

Shouldn’t we readily agree,
Not to it like a decree,
Feeling really very free,
Unlike the under-lock-and-key,
That glances are for lent newspapers,
That shouldn’t in the borrowers hands last?
And to a reader, the foremost of his helpers,
Subduing the passages fast?

Men at the fascinating linger a glance,
But at The Suspicious glances steal,
Like detectives do on any sneaking chance,
With the demand for them damned real,
Every fired momentary glance,
Still a penetrative lance:
The would-have-been-good-enough,
For Prophet Elijah’s finishing off,
By the Baal Worshippers in a war dance,
And about him long begun to prance.

Normal glance: an attention in The Military,
Let alone The Stolen of the Gloomily Solitary,
With a frightful interest in Suicide, 
But also appraising the merits of Genocide.

Hatch though glances do the poorest in detail,
Most of their reports rather a retail,
The looker furnishing scant contentment,
His eyes giving a fresh employment:
The longer look of curiosity that wasted the cat,
 And demeanor of one who’d soon smell some rat.

3 Holonomic Movements

Contrapuntal lines
of 
floating/flowing
ebullient/euphonic
sounds
gradually
evolve/revolve
around/through
space & time

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Vibrating images
of 
floating/flying
protean/penetrative
holons
slowly
evolve/revolve
around/into
void & plenum

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Resonant fields
of
fleeting/furtive
enlightened/ethereal
fragments
quickly
evolve/revolve
around/from
earth & space

ooo---;&***^^^^^**&;---ooo

Unwanted Pregnancy

What would a womb swell
And things suddenly cease to be well…
A life whose mother didn‘t guess
Would her tummy access:
The very last thing by her expected
And certainly the unlikeliest to be respected.

From carelessly monitored fun with crafty men,
Usually two or three guys or a reckless ten,
The Luckless One reminded of her romantic escapades
At some self-deceiving hour,
More hurting than adventurous raids
Turned badly sour…

To every woman handing a disturbing stigma
And blames of having slighted some sacred dogma:
What could keep her thoughts and gist
Often flying to the consulting room of a Gynecologist
And in very helpless moments to some roadside butcher,
Not infrequently, a bitter lesson teacher…
Crystal clear hints that the Luckless One
Would’ve the baby’s shaming visit stopped
And some tomorrow, against another
Make sure that penetrative condom is not dropped.

Opening of Borders

Opening of borders

It deeply touches and bothers
When closed are a country’s borders:
Sealed, helpful channel of a trade
Of super grade.

They needlessly suffer,
Who chiefly feed from neighbour’s offer,
To their radios, a glued concerned ear,
Wanting to a different news hear.

Opening the borders
Is a time-and-again prayer request
Of my panicking brothers
Separated from the Best:
In homilies, giving God’s Angels orders
For intervening scissors on the wires across the borders,
Their knees getting balder
From longer genuflections,
Their faces older
From meditative reflections.

It’s now an active interest in incense
By previous haters of its smell:
A struggle, impressive, to contain a nonsense
And again, The Good, make well.

But opening the borders could be 
Unbolting doors to a journeying plague
And vicious bee;
To a virus with a clothing decidedly vague
Or to some penetrative spies
Helping their mission with good lies.

A Penetrative Mind

any delivery kind
seekers great find

From the Heart To the Page

Feelings, emotions, deep penetrative thoughts
     sometimes, just strike
Perhaps enticed by a mood
                               or even a glass of wine

I delight when this happens
Ideas flow
Anticipation abounds
It seems, there’s actually a physical response

For me, the excitement of creativity 
                                    is nearly unmatched
It’s when I know,
                    the purity of spirit thrives
And sensation moves 
                            from the heart to the page

Sixth Sense

Progressive penetrative phenomenon 
Pertaining to particular peculiar powers of perception 
Psychological prosaic persuasive predictions
Probing probable peripheral presentiment


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Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings
One stanza of four lines only
© 4th December 2017

Hunger

The  scorching  sun  sends its  penetrative  rays, 
And  the  uninvited  hunger pangs  inveighs, 
The  belly always  being  ungrateful, 
It forgets  the  previous  favours  when idle. 

Here  comes  another hunger,  hunger for  power, 
Many  have  fallen for  its  banter, 
Always  ending  up  on  the  wrong  side  of  mantle, 
Truncating  their stories  to  a  tattle. 

There  also  comes  a  hunger for  success, 
It  sends  the  body  to  incandesce, 
Prompting  every mortal frame  to  seek education, 
Sometimes  I  wish you  had  a  button. 

They  say  “a  hungry man is  an angry man”, 
Hunger  stretches  to  its  constituents  like  a  clan, 
And  drags  along  with it  malevolence, 
No  matter  the  form,  hunger  is  an uninvited  nuisance.



27/02/2017

Graphical Conceptualizations

'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of intrusively summoned reckonings
referencing old featured impressions,
mid-escape concentrated faculties'
unfocused low-density frequencies,
betwixt susceptibility’s magnifiers
orbiting bout night-crawlers' psyche,
whilst darkly territorial distractions
evolve beyond unforeseen influences,
farthermost assertion's revisionary
assemblages divulging conceals,
structured within framework
unrelentingly penetrative,
drawn-out, long agone
 an unreceptive peccadillo

The Two Faces

Every man holds two faces, yes two faces
That his persona always carries and displays
The outer one, a facade that is very artificial
The inner represents the original and normal.

The physical is superimposed on the natural
That alternates with circumstances congenial
The real always conceals behind the artificial
And presents the synthetic for public approval.

The face that looks composed, might harbour
A volcano alive with agitating feelings, bitter
And another which looks seemingly disquiet
Might, be revelling in the tranquility of spirit.

Hence it is difficult to judge any human being
By his outward appearances not withstanding
To know the true being behind the impression
It certainly calls for a keen, penetrative vision.

The extensive observation of human attitudes
Has formed the basis of a widely held maxim
That the appearances are certainly deceptive
So never judge any person by his expressions.

Pain

Penetrative prodigious plundering pestilential prod of pain
Ambiguous avarice amassing astounding avalanche of ache
Injuriously instigating incessant inconsolable irritation
Nattering numbness needling nerves to nail the heart with fire and fear. 
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Feathers flocking night
The rocks gnaw the flesh of sight
Icarus groans death

The stake through the tongue
The vice tightens without end
I crumble in skin

What singes the brain
Stranding me in motion scraps -
The hog teeth of pain.

                                 iii
O Christ, your cross spike
My flesh, plundering virtue
From my callousness.

Trembling nail in me
Biting bone breaking blood's vein
Winces through the night

Vinegar or gall
I would drink for ease of pain
And blind fear of death

Yet to die is ease
I seek but grimace away
In sweat and shaking.

Love Trashed In a Country Village

Pelted forth, hanging strings of moorland curtains,
  Endless rains, tart and stinging nettles,
Drive the icy pitons, needles of frozen spite,
  Through the scalp into the mind where it unsettles.

God, I hate this land, this patch of grub and blight,
  And lachrymose faces, grimaced at their bitter sups
From cloudy glasses, smeared with last nights lipstick,
  The dying dreams of women drown men in their cups.

Ah, but when the heather was young and moisture slick,
  She lay with risen hems in gorse and bracken,
Below her lower belly rose the urgent scent
  From the penetrative flesh so soon to slacken.

Thrown upon the graceless moors of cold descent,
  Whatever garments I once held for her in moistened pockets,
Oh, if I am not to see her again, I might as bloody well
  Tear my very eyes out from their sockets.

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