up and down like a jo-jo
the mind flits in opposite motions
causes doubt and delight
hardly ever rests quietly
and yet sometimes it reaches
moments of clarity
no sound disturbs its tranquility
visions fall upon an empty canvas
all senses merge into one
it is not reason nor emotion
but a meandering spirit
and when ebbs and flows
touch each other’s caress
the soul divines a powerful moon
creates a transcendental journey
thoughts are merely opinions
foisted upon us by social demand
propping up the Ego’s false needs
feelings however valuable
can be illusions
when no truth is to be had
without light there is no darkness
in symbiosis they create one
with shades of grey in between
picturesque extremes
glorious attempts of reality
breathtaking placeholders
of universal forces
that entice us to breathe in
and out of Nirvana
Cover blown
Your plan is now known
Deem dim your scheme
But don’t forfeit your dream
No man claims to deserve
But all want to own and preserve
To be lords in perpetuity
With their kind, kindred and fraternity
And so it’s a watchful game
Keenness and spying remains the same
The outcomes and trends are touted
And so is history routed
Propping up and talking down
Marks the contest for the crown
To sway those who sway at speech
And thin the contest in pitch
The prize begins coveted and dear
Until being weary and in fear
Heightens the cost for plenty
Heightening the stakes for a few and scanty
The mind plans and the eye takes glance
But both are slave to time and chance
All want privilege and privilege is to all
And to this, God extend His Call
K. Muitherero
he entered the room as if rice was about to boil over,
seeing faces of those he didn't recognise look as though
they were reading the last line of a book they never read
before, staggered, asymmetrically pensive in times during
coffee servings and bites from donuts, but, given that it
was only midday, the flavour of the waitresses grumbled
in overlapping office lunch hours. little did our hero, who
entered with arched cat-back whiteness, know, his un-
expected audience, delivering blank verse in motor-
cycle and side-car loads, were systematically only there
to make up the numbers, merely propping up the inward
burst of off the street heart attacks, the last hope of ever
thwarted reasoning and too the waitresses were cardboard.
Propping up their drooping
Posture on dizzy stools,
Parched lips overly pleased,
Pockets drained of money,
Prisoners of excess
Pander to last resort:
Phew! Pop goes the weasel.*
[*An expression describing the spending of all your money on drink
in the pub and subsequently pawning your suit to raise some more.]
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A Pleiades ‘P’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Placed 1st
© 11th April 2021
Wish I was rich,with a family,a wife,no criminal record,no guns,no knives..2 point 4 children,drive a nice car,no dealing in alleys,no propping up bars...family outings,trips to the beach,I feel like im falling,outwards I reach..oneday ill be diffrent,a Completly changed man,no worries,no cares,my life I will plan..
Here we are the African Youth
Waiting endlessly to be leaders of tomorrow
As propounded by our predator Overlords
Decades have passed and the wait continues
For many years gone by
We have been Cannon fodder and thugs
Propping up the old order
Drenched continually in broken promises
In schools we were inundated
With exploits of our current Masters
Which imbued us with high dosage of patriotism
But today exclusion and joblessness are our companions
Hear our cry of desperation you cities of Africa
Listen to our wailing of disillusionment you villages across the continent
The youth of Africa have come of age
Now that an African Spring beckons
In the modern age
Of canvassing
Before Political Elections
Isn't it funny ?
How threat's seem to happen
To National Security
So strength and leadership can be
Viewed and manipulated
Into placing your X in a Box
Like a cunning fox
You had me at Scared
The groundwork has been prepared
For total submission
Unequivocally without reason
It's hunting season
And the masses are the target
Are. you a patriot
Hail the all conquering Leader
Are you a true believer
Are you willing to put hate before love
Because you have been provoked to
Are we sheep
Do we bleat
Or do we speak
The voice of 1
Or can we overcome
Or are we valued less
Than gas and oil
And paper money
And conned into propping up it
He was an unpopular celebrity who enjoyed his liquid food
Acting weirdly normal when he was in a happy mood
He’d been on a heavy diet and was eating lots of jumbo shrimp
They were disgustingly delicious with hot chili and on his diet he won't skimp
His stomach was growing smaller and now looked awfully pretty
I hear his dieting was an open secret and not virtual reality
Once a star of film and stage he could stand out in a small crowd
His face was pretty ugly but his quiet presence was quite loud
This was his goodbye reception for he was now a failing star
Now his full time job in his retirement is propping up the bar!
08~20~16
Contest - Oxymoronic Obsession Sponsored by David Lindsay
Stanza 1 unpopular celebrity, liquid food, weirdly normal. happy mood
Stanza 2 heavy diet, jumbo shrimp. disgustingly delicious, hot chili
Stanza 3 growing smaller. open secret, virtual reality, awfully pretty
Stanza 4 small crowd, pretty ugly,
Stanza 5 goodbye reception, failing star, full time job in his retirement
Propping up a station wagon,
propping up a tree,
my legs no longer what they were,
I long for more stability.
Waiting for a cab or waiting for a train,
I look for means to keep me upright,
and when from time to time I fall,
there is always someone there
to lift me to my proper height.
It is sure a new perspective,
looking up from down below
sneakers form a new departure
to the places I must go.
I must confess to be erect
is my preferred position,
walking with my third support,
a cane which guides my ambulation.
Propping up a station wagon,
propping up a tree,
my legs no longer what they were,
I long for more stability.
Waiting for a cab or waiting for a train,
I look for means to keep me upright,
and when from time to time I fall,
there is always someone there
to lift me to my proper height.
It is sure a new perspective,
looking up from down below
sneakers form a new departure
to the places I must go.
I must confess to be erect
is my preferred position,
walking with my third support,
a cane which guides my ambulation!
THE PRINCE OF SELF DELUSION
The Prince of self delusion,
a whiny tory clown,
who hasn't money for the using ,
thinks crawling brings it round,
pathetic in his fervour,
to be the masters hound,
like sharks sucking on a surfer,
when moralitys' unwound,
honesty has left the room,
where charity escapes,
fair play is on the mouldy moon,
NOW a greedy-moron-state?
So hated is the working man,
so callous is the master,
& greedy fat sluts have a plan,
to rob yer grave hereafter:}
Don Johnson
our tory governments are persecuting the pensioners and the unhealthy,
while propping up the POOR NEEDY wealthy...here in Australia..
$50,000 PER YEAR FOR THE RICH MOTHERS...who are having a child...
a lot less for the workers wife per year...CLASS DISTINCTION HEY:}---
Our final purpose end is really generally unknown
but there now what better a place for such a strong supporting bone
Bone too high for worms and funerals incendiary flames
inclined bleached bone release from dead body there nature sadly shames
By the fence there the bone propping skywards at the fence
almost an artefact and cheering them before us
Giving support to those who follow hereafter
Ha ha !
Category aka Horror !
On mass murderer Reginald Christie (10 Rillington Place)
The police made many mistakes in the handling of the case, especially by missing the remains of previous murders left in the garden at Rillington Place: one thigh bone was later to be found propping up a fence !
Ariel! Rise again to walk n run,
No stump or thorn to ache your paws;
A living room is ready,
Warm arms all set for a hug.
Livia Pereira snuggling into your ears,
Lays you on mattress amid heap of kisses,
Propping up packets of toilet rolls ,
Raquet n Livia together speaking kindness.
Open your eyes to see
Men and animals can be friends,
Shake your golden mane
To dust your distrust on man.
After all we ’re all animals,
One is social, the other communal,
It is evolution that may heal
To make you too social.
Kindness and love a divine touch
That may mend any fatal lacks,
Ariel,rise ,rise to see the sunrise
,Writ with beams of human pats.
Written after viewing a visual on Ariel,the 3 year old lion owned by Raquel Borges,that
was struck down by a viral attack which paralysed its 4 legs.It is under active care of
vet Livia Pereira in her home.