What makes (places/spaces) sacred?
Is it the structures in place? Or.
Is it the shape of the structures in space?
Is it the energy portals that have been there before the veil? Or.
Is it the veil that separates these (places/spaces)?
Would it lose it sacredness if visited by a giant?
Would it crush and pulverize all existing structures?
Would it be buried by the sands of time?
Would it make people forget the attention of details?
Would it crush cultured beliefs?
Convent hate constant rate concentrate consecrate see create sacred secrets.
In the name of peace
I will put you against a wall, shoot you blue
green and yellow with my paint until you
a white flag of surrender
I will paint blood dripping red paint on your
for hire a plane, the one that dropped a bomb
In a café in Gaza
We know where the plane's pilot lives.
If that doesn't stop you, I will obliterate you
My arsenal of drones that shot a man off
His wheelchair, pulverize your house with all
It's chattel, if that fails too, I will use nuclear
Our bombs are for peace, but yours
are for evil
Do as we tell you, or we will kill you in the
In the name of peace
Paul talked tough, said he wanted to pulverize his enemy
But didn’t have one as far as any of us roommates could see
I’d mangle and maim them like a warrior wrecking ball
His only enemies are on video games, our friend Paul
Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated;
Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits
Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking
Ridiculous versions of fear mongering tales,
Meant to frighten, meant to hurt,
Meant to clutch and pulverize power.
It takes only a calm, rational thinking moment
To see through the maze of their foggy logic.
Nothing they say is fact checked or based in truth.
Spinning frantic webs to catch the unwary
To call forth violence with rage filled rants,
They push disturbing diatribes, provoking mayhem..
Drumming up revolt among the weak-minded minions ,
They still cannot cloak their hurtful and murderous intent.
President Trump has called them out, laughing in their faces.
Finally unmasked and stripped of disguises
There is nowhere to run, no more hiding places.
We see you. We stare at the darkness behind your malicious eyes.
Your fake news fiction will never again deceive us with your lies.
A downy feather slowly drifted...down
and gently settled upon the ground.
Full on, an innocent bird was struck
by an Amazon delivery truck...
whose driver, high on crystal meth, was wired,
yet, on this thirty-hour shift, was tired.
His mission was to deliver a poem,
speeding past the carnage below him...
which included a useful piece of fluff.
A mother bird grabbed a bit of that stuff
and used it for her little homemade nest.
With two young chicks, she thought it was the best...
thing to line their bed, just the right size,
not knowing it contained my ears and eyes.
I, the avian victim of that crash,
was the bird the delivery van did smash...
and so, unnoticed, I watched the chicks
as their mom went out to get some sticks
but those chicks would soon be out of luck.
Their mom was killed by a delivery truck...
driven by a drug fiend, who drove so swift,
with blood red eyes, on his thirty-hour shift.
So those poor nestlings grew up alone
'til they ventured to the great unknown...
where they met a fate, tragic and unfair -
an Amazon delivery truck was there
to both smash those birds and pulverize.
So here's your Halloween poem - surprise!
I am an energy with a spark and flare
I am an energy with love to spare,
I was created with love, grace, and compassion
I was awaken to balance and let love do its action
Looking at the world that shifted quite a bit
Finding joy knowing HATE can no longer fit,
I hope it(HATE) doesn't find a place elsewhere;
It just need to disintegrate or disappear.
Rumors I've heard; it disrupt and destroy lives
Most people gifted to pulverize and alchemize,
Thanks to hidden helpers below, mid, and above
"There's no place like home", said with grace by LOVE.
Running out of time to act,
flashes in the mind.
Running out of everything,
too late to hit rewind.
Wake and take a hammer to it,
crush it to the bone.
Pulverize what’s left of it,
make sure all life is gone.
Disregard the letters
in the alphabet arranged,
set to spell the answers out
cuz no one wants the plain.
Go on, drink the poison down.
Taste it coat the tongue.
Pleasure covered minutes
laced to form the web now spun.
Make sure every fool who falls
who couldn’t gain control,
stays trapped forever contemplating…
what the demon stole.
If he gets a step closer I will pulverize him.
Winsome Witch Wisteria White whispered to Big Jim.
Lightning lit up the sky, and they saw the warlock’s face.
He was masculine, kindly handsome with sexual grace.
You can’t keep this one! Big Jim said with clairsentient alarm.
She laughed and greeted the warlock, all tingly and warm.
I’m going to keep you forever, she said, giving him a flirty wink.
The wily warlock laughed, and thought that’s what you think.
He had been sent by the Warlock and Witch C.I.A. to spy
On Witch Wisteria White and this weird Big Jim guy.
If she got out of line, he was pre-cleared to atomize.
These two settled down and fell in love, no big surprise.
We had to call in the Pilgrim Sisters of Grim
Last October when the bats and owls flew in.
My dad was against it, he is totally freaked by them.
But my mother rules the roost, so she brought them in.
The vampire bats were terrified and the first to go.
Spiders replaced them, but we vacuumed them like snow.
My sisters joined the evacuation and found snakes below.
They chased them outside where they began to glow.
The owls will be the most difficult the PS of Grim told me.
They are used to their own way, and now use your house as a tree.
We will have to tantalize, pulverize them and hypnotize them you see.
Here is a photo of the last one to go. In a trance on a sister’s knee.
I waited for mid-November’s calm
that arrived last night,
a pause between storm systems
of Autumn wind and rain.
Today will be the day I recycle leaves,
a process much changed in modern times.
The rake was once the tool of choice,
when families dragged dead leaves to small piles.
Piles where then transported to larger ones,
where fire created a unique aroma,
signaling a time betwixt fall and winter,
between Halloween and Thanksgiving.
Today, I will use my riding lawn mower,
with high-tech spinning blades
to mulch dead leaves without a rake,
without a bead of sweat.
The mighty machine will pulverize
large leaves, that just a few days ago
bejeweled hundreds of trees,
leaves that provided shade in summer months.
Two passes and Autumn’s carpet
will be organic powder,
ready for rain to push it through the grass,
where it will enrich waiting roots.
Today’s smell of diesel exhaust
will replace that of yesteryear’s burning leaves,
representing efficiency and ecology,
but creating a feeling of loss for what used to be.
What does pulverize mean? The five-year-old asks me.
His face is a frown.
“No idea,” I lie.
Having already put up with sobbing wailing
over the Easter Bunny’s beheading
which was explained by his 11-year-old brother.
Brother who giggles and runs off.
No telling how he has used pulverize.
it's an invisible injury
but light
sure can hurt
and for something
so quiet
noise
sure can pulverize
but it explains why you haven't
seen or heard from me
***
Regardless of reasons, no one’s heart do tear
Beat your chest, but dare to care
In every eventuality, display care and concern
Above all, blame and game endeavor to discern.
Regardless of reasons, no one’s heart do vandalize
Beat your chest, but dreams dare to analyze and stabilize
In every eventuality, display courtesy
Above all, let personal pride amplify and dignify your partner’s mercy.
Regardless of reasons, no one’s heart do pulverize
Beat your chest, but your thoughts and actions dare to sanitize
In every eventuality, display consideration
Above all, multiply and satisfy amiable affection.
Regardless of reasons, no one’s heart do break
Beat your chest, but prized possession for love dare to stake
In every eventuality, display humility and honesty
Above all, for your partner’s sake cultivate tenets of temerity.
Words of Mass Destruction
Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize
Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize
Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize
Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong
Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong
Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection
Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection
Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect
Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect
Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten
Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction.
Nov.20.2017
Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
It was a lovely sight gazing at the curved moon
Spooning with the tumultuous waves of the sea
I was walking along the lonely beach when this
Moon spooning called me and arrested my look
The night rapt in painting illusion in its universe
Now the moon chuckling and cuddling the crest
Next minute the crest spooning with the moon
Impatient to grow in glee to its full a golden orb
A perfect solitariness except the surreal sounds
Of tide rising to pulverize the moon on the sand
I keep gazing at the moon’s pretty bright cheek
The two moon spoons like dimples with drops of
Turquoise sea from the finger like Greek creeks
As if Pablo Picasso is painting the lovely spoons
Of liquid light raising a beauty of hide-and-seek
The world nowadays is mostly a place of pain
The scene of delight therefore was enchanting
I enjoyed as long as I could wait and quench
Then I put it in the pulsating pink treasure box
As an aim to dwell on to keep boredom at bay
October 30, 2017
For the Contest: Moon Spoon
Sponsored by :Kai Michael Neumann
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