In the world of Flydom false religion
is compared to spiritual contagion.
Baalzebug alone is god, hence heresy
exists only as a rare possibility.
Hence, there are no crazed fanatics
to stoke the flames of heretics,
no gruesome hangings, no quarterings,
no cheering public beheadings.
Yet compared to such gory executions
condemned flies prefer two common substitutions:
the sudden swap they never get to hear
and the suicidal plunge in stale warm beer.
Categories:
substitutions, dark, humor,
Form: Light Verse
My new year resolutions are solutions for the soul
My changing evolutions for a lack of self-control
My ready revolutions for a day of liberty
Are heady substitutions for the way I wish to be
Number one is living for the lover in my life
The fun I may discover is the cover to my strife
The wife may not believe me and the changes that she sees
Like pirates munching carrots for the parrots munching peas
Number two is goodbye to the surplus in my house
The clutter is my purchase and the purpose of a louse
You could not fit or fling a ring for everything I kept
I guess I’m just a ding-a-ling for how my body slept
Number three is I will be more healthy than I am
To be less sick for those I trick who see me as a clam
To eat my foods in interludes of meals more than snacks
And beat the broods of hungry dudes who favor me on racks
I know the institutions will be proud of what I do
And I will be committed for a day or maybe two
My new year resolutions are the pride in how I feel
Like all my contributions to the dietary zeal.
Categories:
substitutions, self, senses, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements or subpar substitutions
He marches on despite his contemplation
The clang and tang of metal on metal echo from his right leg while the muffled thud of organic flesh whispers from his lesser left
He marches on
Imagine feeling where your blood stops flowing as if your veins have hit a metal door yet beyond its frame lay dancing ghost who mock your past
With every augmentation he advances yet diminishes his mortality and morality
Still he marches on
On assignment that must be completed
Computing
The command was entered, a reaction will occur, must occur
His ability for choice is doubtful yet feared
A semi-bionic time bomb ticking its way to a liberating explosion of conscience freedom
Until then he will march on
Categories:
substitutions, future, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
Supreme queen, I see you in my dreams
Fast asleep with dreams wide awake
The sways of your curvature causes massive head turns
From the moment you entered my life, I was gone
Supreme queen, I see you in my dreams
Flamboyant actions rock me to sleep so gently
The smell of your perfume fires up my taste buds
The taste of success and elegance has me fully satisfied
Supreme queen, I see you in my dreams
No substitutions for my lady of intrigue
Spirits intertwined into a ball of innuendo
My angel hovers above me so heavenly
Never before have I longed for sleep this immensely
But the time has come to make an exception
My guardian, my love, my protection
Supreme queen......
Categories:
substitutions, absence, art, baby, cool,
Form: Free verse
Young Love
No electrical violations
Of Human sensations
That are only for relations
Between man and woman
But, kinetical substitutions
That have passed through evolutions
Will be allowed.
Categories:
substitutions, love,
Form: Free verse
Ladies and Gents,
I come bearing full my compense,
For all of my misgivings causing reader repents,
Upon further review,
the message I was trying to construe,
at times crossed over boundaries that originate in the pew,
Fortwith presently I swear,
forswearing manner seen debonair,
I shalt tone down the rhetoric whilst maintaining it's flair,
To those in the know,
whispers abound my style has begun to plateau,
this has filled me with anguish and tempestuous woe,
from my hedonistic head to my calloused big toe,
My blessed constitution moves forward yet forcefully with no fear,
For my resolutions, with some substitutions, I shalt devoutly adhere,
As we embark on this journey to the 2013 frontier,
I endeavor to wish All of you Good Tidings and a Happy New Year!
Categories:
substitutions, anniversary, friendship, holiday, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Wasted landscapes without proper tenureship
Evicting the true owners from their habitats
Tensions between the economic and survival
Leached sands, eroded banks of stewardship
Artificial substitutions and the phobia of bats
Nature besieged by ignorance and the political
Denude of forests, wetlands, and pollute the seas
So producers and consumers are soon decease.
Categories:
substitutions, natural disasters, political,
Form: Rhyme
Texting
A lament of texting.
I regret the suplantation of
Conversation with random
Truncations of thought and
Ideas into texting
As if a few thumb prints on
A “key board” were
Satisfactory substitutions
For actual communication!
Talking involves randomly synchronized
Exchanges of phrases,
One layered upon or bouncing
Against another.
Real worlds and Ideas
don’t fit into three hundred
Thousand sound bites,
Much less into text messages,
Of any length on any
Phone.
If all you have to say to your
Father,
Is through text messaging,
then please don’t
Bother.
_ _ _
JDZoller
April 24, 2010
Categories:
substitutions, teen
Form: Alliteration
Shades of Grey
Julie Ann Saavedra
1-9-2010
I don’t like to compromise
I hate the shades of gray
The unrelenting shadows
That never go away
I wish my world was black and white
And all the world around
I wish I had the answers
I wish I was profound
If I was mathematical
The answers never vary
Yet I am philosophical
A burden I must carry.
I wonder why
I wring my hands
Go crazy with solutions
All the while I’m mulling over
Various substitutions
In my cobbled dreams I’m walking
A mile in your stained shoes
I’ve felt your pain
Have you felt mine?
Do you have the right to choose?
Am I too naive?,
Can I really trust?
The media’s flood and noise
Should I slam the door?
Should I open it more?
Enable or destroy?
As I lay awake and ponder
And I face the dark of night
I let the spirit guide me
I will follow towards the light
This world is never perfect
Nor are the shades of grey
But I believe it’s beautiful
To see the world my way
Categories:
substitutions, confusionworld,
Form: Prose Poetry