Phosphorescent planetary
paths petrify prematurely,
Profoundly powerful
photospheres perish
pathetically,
Prominences polarize,
Propagating parabolic
phantom - shadows,
Preterite plasma - bursts
petrify periodically,
Precipitating permanent,
pitch - black primordial -
gloom,
Prototypical pulsars
paradoxically portend post-
stellar doom,
Profound planetary
patriarchs perish perpetually.
Periodically Due
Josey is found infrequently awaiting his own mind near a dilapidated industrial building.
Showing up to the meeting with John means the spit balls need refilling.
"Attaching history in pieces?"
"Rights become an older days week returning learning from a folded press again."
"Thanks John, you old stable "
As I sat on the patio
The Airplanes are passing by
high in the Sky
Birds are flying high
The wind is blowing periodically
The weather is humid
Peaceful moments again
A great scenery within
Moments of relaxation
From all of the chaos
A renewal of concentration
Thinking of a great vacation.
NOTE: Sometimes we just need that peace of mind from all of the chaos.
For the atmosphere to be great and full of Joy, not negativity. ONLY With positivity and love.
Therapy for the soul.
Ms. C.
The brother who once drank and dined with us
Now orders for swords to slay us
He allowed himself to be brainwashed
By the men whose skins are rarely scorched
For a few shillings, he has been purchased
Purchased morally, mentally , I fear even spiritually
Because his morals and emotions are tarnished
Tarnished and farmished from endlessly trying to please
Please the men who delight in the gnashing of our teeth
Running unending errands has periodically calloused his feet
The feet that once moved to rhythms of the drum we beat
The brother that never seized to dream ,
has now achieved all he craved
but instead of this making our faces beam
rather stressing us out ,making us bleed , forcing us to flee.
Remember brother , we never hate , we still know
That one day , the venom injected in you , will cease to flow,
Then you know, you become keen , on finding your way home
Oh our , far gone , missing.
I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence.
Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are rent asunder, and the very fabric of reality is torn apart.
Echolalic luminaries periodically tilt, their sumptuary influence shrinking villages into steel vexations.
Precedence of principles and codes, a paradigm of insecurity, influences vermillion equations.
Jeopardized crescents and tacit furor satisfy the economist’s balloons, coached through versions of fossilized tutelage.
Cathedrals of vice and transgressions wraith through legends, inferring civilian nudists infected by hurakens.
Cultures torque and embark, communicating through the columns of Groningen.
Chiaroscurist initiations of mnemonic memories effloresce in alabaster vigils, aberrant cadastral mortmain consuming convergent dispossessed flâneries.
How did I not see this before?
The green of the trees
with their cornucopia of shades
Layered and punctuated periodically
with a unique dapple of light
Amid the litany of man's failing
concrete towers
The leafy giants stride imperceptibly
towards notoriety
Saving the planet
one gramme at a time
As the humans race past.
The leisurely somnambulants
biding, stretching, organically
rooted in their dancing
to the alternate tune
of Nature's longevity
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shall explain this form I have been sharing more uv recently
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sum yearz ago, with the motivation from a notable artist here
on the Soup... i pray hern lovely iz read'n me, her's would be
proud! I need now to speak with the literary endorsers ;)
Do you want to be a bug, bird or a boy?
The child was confused.
He wanted to be a bug, so he could be creepy.
He wanted to be a bird, so he could trill.
He wanted to be a boy….
He actually could not think of any reason to be a boy.
I want to be a bug and a bird, the boy said.
God said, let’s split your soul, so you can be both.
So, the boy became a bug and a bird.
Why do I still wear glasses? He asked God.
Because you forgot to ask me for better eyesight.
The boy’s souls met periodically to compare lives.
My last Thursday class is over - my class-week is over.
Looking back at the science building we’d just left,
the hallway looked dark, like the throat of an animal,
the people snaked out like a tongue, the archway
seemed like a mouth - I shivered and looked away.
Lisa laughed, and my senses returned to reality.
The clouds on high, hung like fresh linens on a line
being dried by the sun in its Egyptian-blue heaven.
The air smelled rich, clean and ionized and ever
the inventive stylist, it periodically rearranged my hair.
Leaves rustled, sounding like a buzz of conversation,
as they rushed from place to place, as if late to class.
The breeze was working hard, in jerky flourishes,
like the strokes of an indecisive artist.
The afternoon seemed as bright and brash as a shout
as if it wanted, no demanded, our emotional attention
and I gave it, smilingly, ready for the weekend.
Something Seen
Miracle Man
November 6, 2023
In mind’s dusty corner and fast asleep,
a memory lies dormant that’s Verboten.
But on sundry occasions it dares to creep,
and though forgiven it’s not forgotten.
Something witnessed while not an adult,
painted an indelible picture on my being.
There wasn’t any in whom I would consult,
so I accepted the fact there was no unseeing.
Those involved long since have passed,
but to this memory I’ve always been a slave.
Periodically in my life I’ve felt downcast,
this book closes when I’m in my grave.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean that I forgive the act,
just that I forgive them for having done it,
Romans 3:23
“for we all have sinned and come short of the glory of God;”
Hello
Echo?
Hello!
Alone, in my room, with no one around.
My loved ones have left, and my wife's out of town.
All that I have, is time and my thoughts,
a computer, a sandwich, and some milk that I bought.
I read from a long list, some poems and rhythms,
so many talented writers who repeat what I am doing nearly the same time.
All typing, thinking, and posting their creations,
they periodically check as I do, our inboxes for comments of elations.
But, no echo.
and no hello.
No one seems to care.
We seek no posthumous accolades... but did you read it!? Please, share.
I suppose I am guilty.
I am as selfish as the rest.
I spend more time writing...
then reading I guess.
So, why should I bother to write this poem, already too long...
when there are so many, more talented than I, to read... and respond...
Echo?
Hello!
I think I'll stop typing, now... and read... and respond.
by,
Martin Braun
July 11, 2023
Could platinum coin deposit
In the U.S. Treasury's closet
Our debts enjoin?
A trillion-dollar coin
Might yield a government profit
Author's Note: Section 31 U.S.C. § 5112 of the United States Code authorizes the Treasury Department to "mint and issue platinum bullion coins" in any denominations the Secretary of the Treasury may choose. This privilege only extends to platinum coins. Thus, if the Treasury were to mint a few one-trillion dollar platinum coins, it could deposit such coins in the general fund instead of issuing debt (lol).
Seigniorage is the difference between the receipts from the Federal Reserve System from the sale of circulating coins at face value and the costs of minting and distributing the coins. Seigniorage is deposited periodically to the General Fund where it reduces the government's need to borrow.
Of course, this might create a wave of inflation. But we should all realize that the value of paper currency eventually tends to zero. In any event, the inflation we've experienced in 2022 is just a taste of what's to come since the politicians don't want to explain a depression to their voters. We're entering strange times.
1.There are many different causes of paralysis.
2.The body is affected and unable to function.
3.When nerve signals are cut off Paralysis occurs.
4.Muscle control in any part of the body comes and
goes periodically i.e. from time to time.
5.The patient feels pain originating from the legs.
6.Tiring easily and difficulty in mounting stairs.
7.Poisoning with toxic chemical can cause neuromuscular paralysis.
8.Acetylcholine is found in the synapse between nerve cells and muscle cells.
9.Poisons and toxins that attack the enzyme cause acetylcholine to accumulate in the nerve synapse,paralyzing the muscle.
10.Relatives & Friends puts chemical in food or drink on the behest of Notorious Don Zafar Bhai Urf Supari Killer.
Occasionally
We see
Phenomenal matters of love
With our heart
But not with our eyes
At first, we find ourselves happy
Where we unearth in the yard
At the bottom of the gravel
Gold or diamond
Inadvertently
By sheer luck
Or by accident
The great misfortune
Or happiness
Not far from the hourglass.
Love walks with the season and time
As the clock tells the tone and time
The barometer measures the pressure
Of love with patience and passion.
Periodically
We see
Unprecedented matters of love
With resentment
We ask for forgiveness and help
Since our heart
Is blind, swinish, emotional and sensitive
In the face of irreversible decisions.
P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Matières D’Amour’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
When respect becomes a dreaded dream
Acceptance,unending nightmare
When the world grows bigger
My existence,almost unnoticed
Like a wasted worthless salt
Laid at the corner of some deserted castle
Only to be remembered oftenly
When option becomes a compromised choice
I still believe this,I'll rise some day
When the dawning showers me periodically
With suffocating boutiques of struggle
And the night,blankets me to a deep slumber
Chock-full of harrowing pains
When my morning chorus seems suffering
And the midday hymn booms with stagnation roses
I still believet this,that I will rise
Slowly it may seem,but surely I will
Because my clinging tree is hope
Tiny as a mustard seed
But deep rooted like Abraham's faith.
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