I thought trees one,
time looked like ,
giant broccoli because-,
of their leafs that shoot
from their trunk after
reading Radical Mycol-
ology then I thought years ago when I was still mobile I thought trees,were related to fungi in the days,
of yore then I found fungi
helps trees grow when
looking the tallest trees
on earth,being red-
woods and giants,
sequoias finding
them to be thous-
and of years old
I started to see
trees as antenna
to the universe
receiving and
sending info
to the Cosmos,
then man be,
gan to chop
them all down,
Earth looks
bald.
Categories:
thous, visionary,
Form: Shape
Bow down to the better than thous
All us treated like sheep and cows
Corralled and penned and strapped inside
While those on high just break our pride
Whether you're a son or daughter
Prepare yourself for the slaughter
We're all the same to those that bleeds us
It's time to bite the hand that feeds us
Categories:
thous, america,
Form: Rhyme
Out with infighting and lack of general respect,
Let’s restore our Congressional reputation
Rank partisanship and grandstanding
While padding their own coffers, I expect!
Let’s rid ourselves of all the current trolls
“Let’s throw the bums out,” it has been said,
Not a one of them worth saving, I suspect.
Better off with zombies at the controls.
Let’s start by ditching Mitch; Pelosi, too,
Right down to the bottom of the barrel
Grifters, the shysters, and arrogant fools
Send McCarthy and Schumer to Timbuktu.
Greene, and Gaetz, and dummy Gohmert
Publicity hounds and holier-than-thous
Let’s start with a clean slate this year
Out with Cruz, Cotton, and Lauren Boebert.
Repubs and Dems—all those fat cats alike,
We need to start with a clean slate now
Hire those who will make government run
Let’s tell Madison Cawthorn to take a hike.
All of them! – I’ve just named a very few
But I can’t think of a single one I’d keep,
Clear out the entire House and the Senate
We need to clean up this despicable zoo!
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"Religion or Politics No. 7" Poetry Contest
All Poetry.com
April 24, 2022
Written April 9, 2022
Categories:
thous, america, goodbye, perspective, political,
Form: Quatrain
Prison Church
I was in an isolation cell;
when I realized God put me there.
He sat me down to speak.
He shook me awake.
I began to live again.
Everything was ok, again.
I felt Him there, again.
I knew who I was, again.
I went to those prison churches.
Those gatherings of criminals, like me.
Those broken, hurting men like me.
Those sons, husbands, and fathers, like me.
Those guys whose only hope is God.
Like me.
No one was better than anyone.
We were all known sinners.
We were all doing time.
We were all bad apples.
There were no bosses.
There were no judges.
There were no cops.
There were no prying eyes.
There were no holier than thous.
There were only failures.
Like me.
Caged, desperate men;
Like me.
Voices raised to God.
Like mine;
all clapping in time.
I have never been welcome in church.
Your pity is not love in church.
I am never good enough in church.
I am a failure in church.
I am a felon in church.
But, in that prison church;
I was me.
In that prison church;
I was free.
In that prison church;
I smiled.
In that prison church;
I lived a while.
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Categories:
thous, freedom, meaningful, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word
i took her paw
in mine as we
lumbered
having been
fattening for
what we knew
was too fast
coming upon
but must on
us as we
sleepily
agreed
that cave over
there has nice
decor with lots
of lichen of
different
colors
so not saying
that we stretched
a mile but we
stretched out in
style
each finding our
own
comfort
zone where
our
bones
became
one
with
the
frozen
slowly
breath
in g
not fro
Zen
slo
w ly
brie
thing
yum
that
french
cheese
paired
with
a two
thous
and
fif
teen
bore
doe
now
she's
aged and
laying so
near me
in a
bare
dream
her hair
had ex
tent
ions but
i rem
ember
the
spark
starting
this poem
when i
took
but
should've
asked for her
paw and she
placing hers
in mine but not
a mine but a
cave where
i need to
remember
when the bed
springs wake
us to always
say to her
i love you
Categories:
thous, muse,
Form: I do not know?
connect the dots
that connect the
path that has
been taken
thous far
begin to see the
patterns that exist
within this
life's journey
so far
begin to change
the eyes which
see reality as
unchanging
begin to view
this reality as
one in which
the power to change
lays upon your
shoulders
Categories:
thous,
Form: Lyric
They burn people at the stake
without a sigh of care. They
were common during
the witch hunt and inquisition. Holier
than thous passed the
execution laws.
They believe a critic,
if he says a book is bad
for the readers' appetite. They
don't care to open a page
or two, to see for themselves.
They followed the Swastika,
without knowing
why Hitler hated the Jews.
They are common
in teens' gangs - sometimes
they spray paint
on a Principal's car,
if the gang leader says so...
They are you and me,
sometimes following the wrong leader....
Date: 17/2/2016
Categories:
thous, dark, humanity, imagery, leadership,
Form: Free verse
If you are reading this you are most likely alive.
a poem reader…….
a contemporary……….
I prefer reading poems from hearts still beating
words with organic life
with love still alight or bitterly lost
from parents who still kiss fresh bruises
verses written by hands still warm.
I can inquire the meaning of cryptic symbols
praise well turned words
describe my appreciation of a moving verse.
The poem lives with the breathing poet
as current as the damp saliva of a fresh kiss.
Dusty classics have their value,
but the cobwebs of old ideas grow cumbersome.
The time comes when the thees, thous, and wherefores must cease.
Like archaic relics of books never checked out of the library,
or old grave markers misunderstood by the new culture.
I’ll choose the present day poets over their grandfathers.
Forward to future poems, not yet penned, I anticipate
written for today, to carry forward to the future.
Please excuse the irony.……
If, you come across this poem…..after I am dead!
Categories:
thous, on writing and wordsold,
Form: Free verse
Bedeviled by the world so brutal
He still bring – off with a grin
Baseless towards one among the nation
Still the only one to conform every time of year -
Once in a blue moon
One will surely inquire
How he find himself one among the elite group.
Lost in the woods to construe the pragmatism of nature
Yet she finagle to retrace a new ménage
Migrated from a distanced island
The Macaw can flee to a new world.
Flocked by same species and aggressed by foes
Over again a fresh habitation
One will surely inquire
Indolence if ever existed.
An aeon latter the brightest star even bears away
The brightness of a solarday
The duskiness undimmed environ is then
Oppugned by thous admiring oculi
In a moment of agitation
Back to same state
One will surely remember
The brightest ring god has ever created.
Rare to our naked eyes
One-time she dupes and one-time she comes along
A glimpse of it in the morning and in the evening
Hesperus usually appears at sunset in the western sky.
Viewed by few, yet known to all
Later annotates
And the former waits for the next eventide.
Categories:
thous, art, imagination, nature
Form: Free verse
how come they can't see
feeding on his body
drinking of his blood
even thous who don't
still bath in his blood
and eat from his apple
i alone stand and fight
against the devil
sowed seed
like good little boy and girls
they eat his apple every day
all the knowledge one can understand
against the army of heaven and hell
i shall stand alone if need be
so my people
can breath free
Categories:
thous,
Form: I do not know?
Even though tis not worthy,
may my hand still touch your skin?
As sacred as the crown of twelve stars,
to touch you would be a sin.
My heart stops not to the face of death,
but to the face of love.
It's a face my eyes have never seen
and a face my mind knows nothing of.
Thou love is what i long to have,
thy heart is where i long to be.
Wilt thy prayers ever be answered?
For i pray only to lay with thee.
The one for whom i'd shed my tears,yes,
the one for whom i'd cry.
The one i'd for whom i'd give my life,
the one for whom i'd die.
If staying in a moment
means stopping the hands of time,
than i'd rather never live,
if in that moment thous heart is mine.
So till then i'll wait.....as i yearn for thee.
Categories:
thous, faith, love, passion, sad,
Form: Free verse