April 16—Rain
No Rain
In 2025, the world ended
With the collapse
Of the worldwide climate system.
Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.
But the other half of the world
Had no rain or snow
For almost a whole year
The once-green grass was dying.
Crops failed everywhere
And baked in the unrelenting
Blastwave furnace-like heat
Heatwave after heatwave.
Military coups took place
Fascism re-emerged
The public demanded action
The politicians played
The blame game.
With the collapse of trade
And travel restrictions
People stayed home
Making do the best they could.
Home-grown gardens
Proliferated.
Feudal townships grew
As people walled themselves off
To save their communities.
The rich build underground cities
While the poor starved
And civilization crumbled
Wildlife proliferated
As did neo-savage
cannibal gangs.
By the year 2030
It was all over
And the rains
Never came out west.
Intense Suspense of Pence
we had much suspense
proliferated from Pence
only worth two pence
A thousand lighted kites sent aloft
Remembering those who’ve lost their lives
In our hearts there’s a place that is soft
Children who should’ve never faced gunfire
The unimaginable took them from us
Were they with us, they would inquire
What did you do when guns proliferated,
When the mentally ill roamed the streets,
While our futures were summarily obliterated?
We will stare dumbfounded without reply
We will send a thousand lighted kites aloft
We will ask, as they do, why?
Written November 9, 2022
Wondrous…
Efficacy enhanced; potency proliferated;
Encyclopedia at fingertips concentrated;
Communication convalescent; multi-merchandised,
The universe, like a toy at infant’s hands, mesmerized...
Yet…
Psychic eccentricities; emotional erosion;
Disorientation; bedim in vision and mission;
Homes divided; globe compartmentalized, isolated,
Rhythm of cosmos, like music of broken lutes, muted...
10 February 2022
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Violence
Money
***********
Proliferated by vain and vapid artistry
Break and take the young of our society
She says to them
Our stolen water is sweet
And you'll find the secret bread a delectable treat
So why don't you come into our palace and eat
Stepping into the opulent hall
He unknowingly falls into the depths of hell
Pure things he hated
By selfishness he was dictated
Vile and vacuous things he created
No legacy left his life wasted
Propagated
Once, a hundred cigarettes
glowed in just one cinema.
Arrows flew yet all were near misses,
random unaimed bullets easily knocked over
bunches of whooping Comanches.
Some horses were shot unseen off-screen.
In small Midwest towns fantasy roamed unchecked
nibbling at young hearts and brains.
Many adults pinned their hopes
on the aerodynamic tailfins of Chevy Stingrays
and more spaceship roundness in their homes.
Malls proliferated on the edge of cornfields
where prayers were answered on Sunday.
All this was normal, no one marked our
lack of awareness, we were painted innocent
by a world that had come to terms with
its time.
We knew much was wrong
some radicals fought for the oppressed.
Texas Rangers stood ready to lasso
hordes of cartoon villains.
A few federal agents imagined time travel.
The whole country was going somewhere
and working hard to ignore where we were,
as if in fact, we were all stuck in a movie
peering over the glow of a hundred cigarettes.
During my pleasant and leisurely morning strolls
Gaze at the enthralling golden shower clusters.
Like to laze near that tree, eulogizing its elegance,
And reckoning how exult was it for its flamboyance.
One awful day a sudden strong gust blew
Making all the glorious and jutting clusters overthrew
I was deeply anguished as it lost its accolade,
Downhearted and stopped going by the promenade
But to my astonishment, within a short span
It was proliferated and got back its erstwhile vision.
When I was gaping at with admiration and shock,
A whisper came, “Pal, I have gained my glory back.”
I have realised no pleasures and pains remain forever
Revamping is the philosophy of wonderful Nature.
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Date: 04/08/2020
Place: Honorable Mention
Growing weeds are any gardener's abomination.
My lawn mower appears to want to stay in hibernation.
I can't seem to get the old motor to run.
This is frustrating, and making me come undone.
The municipality says the grass is too high today.
They threaten to send a summons and fine my way.
I want to exterminate all the dandelions and chickweed.
Crabgrass and wild onions are also things I don't need.
There are other undesirable things on the lawn like clover.
They have proliferated themselves just about all over.
What I want is a nice thick green lawn.
When that is accomplished, my life can go on.
Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...
Humiliation, reprimands, insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping hands to lift them all.....
Never in my thought would i ever wish
to immortalise this picture of colossal wreck;
Let miracle happen and herald a tide
to wash away this plight and resurrect this all
Deep within, my soul cries, why is it real
Why is it happening???
The only solace I find is a ray of hope
that a miracle occurs and ignites a spark of resurrection ,
to mop all discrimination and vices with its gentle sweep!
Where is the transformers
for the total transformation of this world,
from its disguise and evilness,
to the nature in which it was meant to be,
the nature of peace, love and joy.
Where is the place for peace,
when the hunger for love is more than the hunger for bread,
when cruel leaders are replaced by cruel leaders,
when poverty and diseases proliferated Africa,
when sin is now regarded as good,
Where is the place for peace.
When is the time for restoration,
if time is spend to look for money instead,
if evil is advancing with time everywhere,
if the time for war haven't known its pinnacle,
if time for peace is smaller than a drop water in a tank,
if yesterday, today and tomorrow are always bringing tears in the eyes of the innocent,
When is the time for restoration,
Where is the transformers
for the total transformation of this world
from its disguise and evilness
to the nature in which it was meant to be
the nature of peace, love and joy