In the hazy air, the camera drone
followed the stagnant river of traffic,
telegraphing images to control.
The thermals from the searing hot pavement
fighting with the machine’s languid progress
following a braising stream of escapees
from the oppressive summer city heat;
now, slowly cooking in their own tin cans.
Categories:
telegraphing, summer,
Form: Free verse
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planing
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
Categories:
telegraphing, america, angst, anxiety, political,
Form: Political Verse
The tremendous trembling
troubling thrashing terror
trees tipped, torn then tossed
Tornado tracked toward trail.
Trampling, transforming
telegraphing thoughts
totally teased time
turning today to tomorrow.
Thinking this tale
tells the tragic turmoil
took tolls, turned themes
that transfixed tranquility.
Then Tuesday told
theocratic terrible topics
thus totally tearing
thy tender topography.
Categories:
telegraphing, natural disasters, scary, storm,
Form: Alliteration
Love notes posted on laminate
Revisiting thoughts persistent
Staring at head-lights
Driving through starry nights
Stuck in motion
Longing for some kind of devotion
Sinking memories flood over me
Like a deluge of forbidden fantasies
Rampant voices of love & romance visit me
Like a long lost lover
Rummaging through boxes
Of old love letters and yellowed photographs
Telegraphing feelings I can't explain
Maybe I've been numb for far too long
Maybe I forgot what it means to give myself away.
Categories:
telegraphing, friendship, love, memory,
Form: Free verse
Staring in the violet blaze
Overcome by the succumbing wave
Placing my heart in the hands of a liar
Telegraphing a message via wire
Looking for a chance to redeem what I've said
Dread soon creeps in
Bringing life to the dead
Picked apart by crows
Hit in the heart by too many blows
Crying tears of uncertainty
Falling into gravity
Rewinding everything I've done
The one you love
Is the one who knows you best
Testing the waters
Tossing feathers into the storm
Hoping my love takes form
Drinking questions & rhymes
Waiting for the perfect time
To be myself.
Categories:
telegraphing, allegory,
Form: Free verse