Humans forgot all they knew, they become so useless like a broom with no floor.
Humans were replaced, leaving their knowledge to go up in smoke.
Humans let the robots grow and grow, till the point humans lost all control.
Humans were having fun, laughing, and enjoying the sun, that they became useless and forgot all of the freedoms they once had.
Humans were drinking and smoking, enjoying that they become unable to recuperate.
Humans worked for millions of years to evolve from living in a cave, it took them years to grow their knowledge, I hope and pray that they do not let it all slip into the abyss.
Humans are the ones who need to stay number one, to never let anyone take our place, for we do not want to become part of a failed organism.
Humans need to work hard, to learn, to grow, and live life with all that wonderful stuff we love and enjoy.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The gentle morning showers are washing the face
of my garden waking her up from a long needed sleep
feeling the sun’s warmth she’s opening her eyes
Seeing the tree’s pregnant branches she knows
that soon they will deliver the hundreds of leaves
that will provide shade for her tender plants
the plants’s feet beneath the earth are providing
needed nutrients to feed her many perennials
soon I will gather tools to free them from weeds
my garden knows I am her keeper and will help her
my cat follows me around looking for lizards and
birds he knows soon they will gather round my feeders
I will soon be filling them with sunflower seeds
I saw a humming bird circling my red feeders I
need to wash and clean them adding sugar water
soon more will arrive tired from their journey knowing
I have a place for them to rest and recuperate I will
be drinking ice tea watching them from my porch
oh Nature thank you for continuing providing the needed
season despite our shameful treatment of polluting
your precious environment which serves to sustain us
The surgery
The surgeries were situated in an industrial estate
in an imposing building telling of elitist power
My operating room, painted gray and white, was ready
At ten fifteen, when I was wheeled in, who was
not allowed to talk to customers who came to have
Their illness was removed in exchange for a better life
Here, the patient was less important than the illness
They put me face down into a chamber with a screen
so that I could witness my surgery
Invisible hands cutting into my flesh to they reached
the bones that were to be linked together with a metal
clips; blood had been cleared
At the precise moment when the bones were linked
The screen went blurry, to stop the opposition to
See the method used, a system that could be resold
to other industrial surgeries
After 3 days to recuperate, I was told to leave that
caused concern as I had to arrange for someone to
Take me home, as the surgery that had brought me
They were not responsible for my leaving
Industrial surgery is not interested in the patient
but purely in the method used
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
Thick and lush
Buttery hush
To quell the fear
Silence the rush
I sit with tea
Or coffee swirl
A selfless moment
A priceless pearl
Inside my heart
A gem recovered
This wheaten slab
Has rediscovered
So take the joy
Of moment's grace
Imbibe to nourish
Silent space
Breathe in the warmth
Accept the cuddle
To straighten out
Life's crazy muddle
For in this crusty
Blessings taste
In solitude
No rush, no haste
A heaven slice
A time to pause
Seclusion from
Those daily chores
Simplicity's
Defiant fact
In hopeful rest
This soulful act
So lift it up
Let's make the most
To love and peace
We make this toast
Treat yourself, why don't you
Only you know the sacrifice
And how short life can be
Seek the small pleasures before
They escape you forever
Happiness is on a plate
Annotate your life with fantastic
Stories of immense
Hope and adventure
Bravely respond to life's challenges
Recuperate when necessary
Organise and rest
Weave peace into your schedule
Never compromise on self-care
But be generous. Outrageously so..
Encounters are opportunities
Anxiety is the thief of your joy
Never let the loud noises dictate.
Silence your spirit, surrender to God
Whatever good things
Arrive at your table
Festivities or
Failures
Learn every lesson
Embrace each with gratitude
Seasons mean growth; under or above ground
Why Is it I take you anywhere you want to go, but you refuse to wash me
You leave me out in the cold all night and you expect me to be happy
I keep you warm and take you anywhere you want to go
The only thanks I get is a trailer I have to tow
You involved me in an accident and I am forced to take the blame
In the shop I go, they fix me, but I will never be the same
While I recuperate they just go out and find a new ride
They seem unaware of my feelings and my sense of pride
Finally, they decide it was time to find a new place for me to reside
I could never make them show me any love no matter how much I may have tried
It's funny how they finally washed me, and now I have a new home
I am proud to say I now live in a two-car garage so I will never be alone
Oftentimes, truth hurts,
But it heals, recuperate,
Makes a nation great.
Life can be like a cloudy day
You might feel a little grey
If only the sky was clear
Then all our problems would disappear
All your hope has vanished
Are they forever banished!?
Maybe it’s a sign of the times
Thinking about it is not a crime
Everyone has their bad days
To recuperate it there are many ways
You will always have someone who will guide you
So you can finally get through
Nothing can ever last forever
To gain eternal happiness we must endeavour
The sky clears and the stars shine bright
Bright all day and all night
CIDER TIME
Just like the leaves, apples eventually fall
An early hint of October’s natural bounty
The time to be making more cider is now
On misty mornings, picked from the bough
Recognised as due, throughout the county
A sharp taste not sweet, preferably small
Washed and sorted, chopped and crushed
The juice is strained, then left to ferment
But a little sugar and yeast may expedite
With years of experience, one does it right
Then a week or so until the bottling event
But it takes its own time, best never rushed
A popular drink ever since the dark ages
Especially in climates that are temperate
It’s a simple route to drinking satisfaction
That every time, secures a good reaction
And requires a good sleep to recuperate
Nectar of the Gods, as said by the sages
Like A Phoenix I Rise
By lady Arabella
Like a Phoenix in the ashes I rise above
With a heart full of kindness and love
Reborn from the pieces left broken
From the words that were left unspoken
But like a Phoenix I recuperate
In order to refocus and renovate
Even the strongest can combust and can go up in flames
There’s no need to feel shame
Instead learn the lesson it’s trying to teach
Read these words that are there to preach
And like a Phoenix rise from the ashes
Let your truth speak to the masses
Don’t hide behind the past and place blame
Just ensure you’re no longer the same
Like a Phoenix let yourself be re born again
Don’t dwell on you’re deign
Come back from it fiercer than ever
Ensure it’s ties you sever
Let it all go up in flames
Watch it burn as you fight to reclaim
Like a Phoenix learn to soar high and become reborn
It’s your time to be adorn
So rise and learn to fly above
Remember during this time the importance of self love
Like a Phoenix from the ashes, it’s time to start over
Remember this is your time for a changeover
He/She are similar yet different in guises, genders, adapting to be reborn. Restoration from one's past traumas, hurts, deceit, disappointments, mental and physical abuse
is like tearing aways the peels from a onion or
a cut by a razor to masks that pain hoping it would fade away.
Seeking solace to recuperate to a better quality of restorative livelihood.
In the ruined flower bed
when the hope
for the last rose to bloom
gets killed
Some sacrifice their lives
for their selfish fellows
And some learn to hide tears
for they possess another seed
to recuperate the beauty
As recollections are restored, clay breaks retouch.
A bare soul, a wrecked heart, sorrow, and despair
Tears will recuperate your inward love and mental wounds.
Our spirits are bolstered when... we love and care.
Written: August 29, 2021
Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden
* This is a form I call "Liberum Divisa," and it's composed of a four-line verse taken from a Free Verse poem of mine called "Soul Mending," written on August 14, 2021. *
Subtlety is the lexicon of exquisite mindfulness.
Kintsugi is a Japanese method of mending harm.
Another soul, another brilliance, another imperativeness.
Kings platter broke death, distress, and a phony delight!
In any case, there's gold and platinum dust here.
Avail Chinese polish tree saps to recuperate breaks
I can't discover repairing for my frail love.
Is anything but a special salve known than these?
I decided to assemble my demolished self, pieces and shreds.
Demolished photos from the garbage, I sorted them.
Smirched sheet, blurred shades soul contemplations remain.
Anxiety breaks the brain and hinders Kintsugi from aiding artwork.
A brilliant waterway of life might have the splendor you need.
As broken memories are recast, so does the clay.
Craft skill, gold trim, and heal the breaks in the earth is alive.
The words inspire trouble that strikes the spirit.
As recollections are restored, clay breaks retouch.
A bare soul, a wrecked heart, sorrow, and despair
Tears will recuperate your inward love and mental wounds.
Our spirits are bolstered when we love and care.
Written: August 14, 2021
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