no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
too much ayahuasca in the Amazon
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Gold Winner Poem
Allpoetry August 26
Brevity Contest
Prompt: Hallucinatory
Imagine there’s a chair
which, in all fairness,
is a humble enough affair,
the very soul of chairness.
Imagine someone sits
on its rafia foundation
and occupies his wits
in careful contemplation.
Suppose he picks a spot
(left leg, front, just under
the higher crossbar – what
a subject for our wonder!)
Now, here’s a teasing topic
for idle conversation:
what if a microscopic
unheard-of civilization
inhabits that position?
That pinprick could contain
a Tito, a Tesla, a Titian:
it overwhelms the brain!
But if you find that grieving,
here’s something much, much worse:
what if we’re not even
the Big Deal Universe?
In a stellar cellar somewhere,
There’s a mousetrap, hammock, keg,
and a chair within that cellar where
we’re a dot on one left leg.
Tunbridge Wells a town in Kent
Traffics woe on residends '
Takes away is the only logic
Council offices in payment frolic
Causing motorists to vent '
Vacant shops abd stagnant flow
Traffic bottlenecked no go '
Monson to mt pleaasnt back
Green as cabbage, sense a lack
Sad to note that, such is so.'
It's about love, is abhorred aggression in literature
Keep within due limits words' compassion in literature
It should feel like real even if it is mere a fiction
Never give an unnatural impression in literature
What will you write when your heart is sleeping in dark jungles
Always those rise who for sights have passion in literature
Never try to write if you support social injustice
You'll speak the truth, make this confession in literature
You are not the only one worthy of being described
Everything in world should find expression in literature
Make rational future plans but never forget your past
Do you know what's progressive regression in literature?
August 30, 2022
lovers
personal, intimate
kissing, embracing, inspiring
home, dates, crowds, highways
uncomforting, disregarding, distancing
withdrawn, disengaged
strangers
8-6-2022
Circularity and regression
married to night
their peace
we love
and their conflict
ah is a nightmare
of September 39
of so.
Premier Stalin was a gangster
an armed robber who
'became' a Marxist
'progressive'
Murdered 120 million
of his fellow Soviets
Seems to me his 'career'
was regressive
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Thanks to Sand Blown for
the changes made to this
poem on August 22, 2020
Your question, well-taken,
S.B.! Appreciated! ~gw
Once middle class
Shredding away the 401K
Destitution looms
I could never comprehend the hypocrisy
Investing in different society movements
Only to appease to one's selfish desires
As regression to understand one another falters
No sympathetic conversion
Belittling human existence
Casting away the quest of life
Living in slow paced world of progression
Collapsing to another ones control
When can we heal are nations
Reversing the pain and anguish that flows within
Can we find the strength that's needed to grow
To form a movement of true equality
Digging deep within for a self revolution
Caught up in Lifehouse's beautiful love song, First Time....
Then catching out of these eyes a very pretty lady with her man
Crossing from her bus stop through their park; carrying boxes filled
With another's donated food ? Whirlwinds arise be they thoughts both bright
Mingled amid this mire feeling while noticing a daughter's slight pangs ?
Its easy to be broken easier to hide holding my breath still, burning inside saying
Save all the starman crack aside your trillion dollar pet peeve scientific bing bang slang
We didn't stand above these stars amid the arms of ET; but I did stand within, Their Creator's....
Sending one message reserved for his moment in time today: Love, nay illusion nor delusion, humanity.
Note: You Just Like Your Daddy, Know, Who You Are!
Smeared across my face
An expression of pure shame
Robbed of all my grace
By a thief without a name
I still wear that same expression
Only now it's beneath my mask
Hidden from the world's perception
Because I don't want them to ask
As the expression stayed with me
So has the feeling
And throughout the years I've felt these wounds
Reopen and start bleeding
The only solution was to deny the pain
And bury way down deep
But it always rises to the surface again
And out it slowly seeps
And for all these years
I've managed to conceal
These painful memories
That just won't seem to heal
It makes me feel so alone
But I've never been one to ask for help
So everyday my heart grows a little more cold
And all I can think to say is oh well
Hello again
My long lost friend
I can’t say I’ve missed you
Without you, life's been blissful
But you're here in this regression
I’ve slipped back into depression
So I’ll dance with you once more
On this familiar floor
In this cold dark place
Where you've reared your ugly face
With these thoughts that malign me
And these demons that define me
I’ll dwell on the past
Where you've amassed
Relive what hid in suppression
While you hinder my progression
I’ll come undone again
With my long lost friend
romancing the throne
royaly
an old arrow finaly hit its mark
forgotten
the soothing whispers
after the threat of things that cannot be undone
my mind says i wll be at peace
the town cryer of shameful ironies
learning to discredit the lies among the truth
Stage was set with tragedy
of life lessons to let go of the scenery of life that was before
if i am alone in this rapture
grave awakenings i refuse to speak of
life willing to go homeless than face the cold relationship alone
wishing it would be your karma
to shape my dreams
not to live without them
like a thief of dreams
some other mistake with a name as deceptive as love
pertaining to the things that will change
your regret of owing me anything
corners your mind into deadlock
how did so many people know so much and so little
worlds burdens with no shoulder
heavy is my head
knowing i cannot change anything without your resentments
I truly don't care anymore
retiring completely from the fight of injustice
of rules and constantly changing laws to endless constant punishment
not even fit for your secrets of god
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