To to dummy that has been stealing my work
I have my original work saved on an usb
Stop rewriting and changing titles on my work
They always blame things on hackers, but this is an inside jobs
the truth is the truth,
Its time for this old patriarchial system to die
these covens will be done away with!
The renowned Columbia professor, Edward Sa’id
influenced many thousands in thought and in deed
Pre-1970, Edward told us he was Lebanese Christian, interestingly
Post-1970, he was suddenly a Palestinian Arab refugee
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From my Dartmouth days, 1968 - 72, I remember how prominent
and revered a figure Prof. Sa'id was in both academia and on the
international political scene... Infuriating!
Scribbling is a splendid vacation,
Whilst the rewriting be 'back to work'.
We all much prefereth the former,
It be quite what they calleth the perk.
Dark destiny’s hiss
burnt in fire of bliss
on our so choosing
games more amusing.
Caveat is this ~
we be drenched with bliss,
ego vaporised
and God realised.
26-October-2022
Rewriting Fear
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath the epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was self-induced and that it was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing dominance of all mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2020 September 30
*2nd Place*
"The Unexplained"
~~Carolyn Devonshire
i long to hold you
like a poet
holds their pen
caress you gently
beneath the linger
of thoughts
as they fall
from the depths
of mind
play with you
like a poet
plays with words
in the depths of poetry
lay you down
on sheets of white
in the thrusts
of metaphor
like a poem
then rewrite you again
through breathless sighs
written 9/25/2019
Best free verse of 2019
Sponsored by John Hamilton
We can try to change it
like furniture and rearrange it.
Like a bad picture
and retake it.
Like a bad batch of cookies
and remake it.
We can act like it never happened
and repress it.
Hide it with a joke
and laugh it.
Like not being sure of your decision
and second guess it.
Point all your fingers
and blame it.
Wish it would leave through the doors of your mind
you know stage right exit.
Croaking of many bullfrogs
At the break of day
In a frozen barren wasteland
Would surprise one I'll say
North winds are howling all around
I shiver from the cold
Roaring breezes are eerie now
But hearth's fire flames enfolds
Thank you, Lord, for daily warmth
And shelter from the cold
Unfinished...
I was watching Reflections on Daystar
One day and they showed pictures
of Alaska(I guess) in the dead of
winter and I could hear Bullfrogs croaking..
I wish to go back to a time that Never Was
To a land of Rainbows and Butterflies
Recreate and redefine
Fool my mind
Care free laughter
Building sandcastle
Holding hands
A world of atta boy and job well done
Playing with friends
Back yard tire swings
Report cards with A's
Building a tree house with dad
Baseball and hotdogs
A proud hand patting my head
Growing up in a family home
A place where true love is shown
Ice tea served on a porch
Running through sprinklers
While mom and dad look on
Growing up
Feeling secure
Hands that are only lifted in praise
Life long friendships
Shared experiences
No sad memories stuck in my mind
If only it could be real
But perhaps if I believe I can make it true
A past that was soaked in sunshine
With a cloudy sky transformed to blue
Stern and forgotten
Able people started
Placing together the world
In the way we wanted
Never showing fault
Earnestly following
Many hearts within peace
Open ended love
Given freely in life
How do others react
To the history they’ve created
Do we smile in our past
Or are we ashamed
Please do not corrupt
May we bring together
Only the good in life
And leave behind
Everything else undesired
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Tracie's "Everyone knows, anything goes..." contest
Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be.
Between who we are and who we could be.
Between how it is and how it should be.
Seeing who I am and seeing the possibility in me.
We can't go through life without making a mistake.
The difference is choosing which ones to make.
This life is full of opportunity and chance.
You have to decide when you are ready to dance.
No matter if your in a good or bad situation,
it can always get better with a little inspiration.
In life, it is only you who knows where you truly are.
You know that if you tried harder you could go so far.
So quit being satisfied with just getting by.
Are you all that you can be in life, if not then why?
This will be hard, you'll have to be more and swim upstream,
but if you make it, your reality will be the same as your dream.
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