My fire snorted and all is still,
Chaos does come; lull in the hills.
My mother weeps & daddy cries,
Not peace nor love seen in the skies.
Looking on stirred, with jaws agape,
As blood does stain my flowing cape.
A laugh echoes around & around,
A serpent’s grin, with malice crowned.
‘Come! There is place for us now,
Where Chaos can rule and avow.’
Scanning left, right, left and down,
There was none a soul around!
I search within and find us there,
The architects of this despair.
Early October.
I accidentally came across your message,
I dare not open it, after it caught my eye "Police contacted. You..."
What did he try to prove?
End of September, a note was hand delivered direct to your letter box.
I did that to have a closure and
To show you for the first and last time,
I could also be in control of the situation.
I loved you so much, I did not exercise it in the past.
I let you enjoyed it, then you abused it.
I thoroughly checked with the Police,
My message was loud and clear,
To accept what you have requested.
Police assured me, it was fine to deliver,
Because it had no threat nor harassment either.
You only messaged to intimidate me further,
As you always did with the use of your language.
It was not long ago, I crafted on the apple's skins,
"We loved you, we loathe you, and we will forget you".
What have you done to my dear friend?
What did you do to Reach and Sent?
Please go away, leave me and my memories alone.
You have done enough to our relationship,
There was plenty of bitter and sweet.
Goodbye, good luck and good grief.
The steady metallic hum stops,
while working with focus,
After a second of silence,
then the world shifts.
Metallic fan rained down,
On my safe space of the working table,
Fear grips my chest, thinking about
Had it fallen when I was right below?
Papers fly, My laptop, my soul was touched,
My focus on work was scattered.
Helpless, I watch shockingly.
The crash shakes my bones,
echoes in my skull.
I can't move. Quiet follows,
heavy and thick.
My breath caught.
People rush in,
voices blur together.
I'm alone in the chaos.
Staring at the fallen ceiling fan,
I feel small and fragile.
Life feels short.
My hands shake,
tears threaten.
I'm alive but changed.
Each breath is a gift.
My heart races with gratitude,
and lingering fear.
I look at the mess of the accumulated black dust,
The fan had shed on my office table,
Oh! at my second chance.
Words will come,
but now, I feel.
Poems were written about First
Epistle to Corinthians by Paul.
what we did was drift
all sins through we had to sift
love from God would lift
when with deep regret
sinners are always a threat
making us upset
what God does intend
when life here on earth will end
to heaven ascend
with God we should stay
when sinners always shall stray
He is the only way
"THREAT TO DEMOCRACY"
Democracy has a different meaning
It depends on where you are leaning
There's always a cost for freedom
Your price is based on what you want to pay
People generally take life for granted
Never realizing that it's democracy
People should be gracious and show gratitude
The guidance and direction is the latitude
Your political stripes doesn't matter
Or will you simply say, pitter patter
If we lose our right to democracy
We will be at the mercy of a Dictator
Banning books and protecting crooks
Believe it or not, heading towards a government, one size fits all
Minority rules the majority, how does that make sense
People undecided on how to vote, stradling the fence
Making America great again, what a joke
Understand what's at stake and let them know that you spoke
Voice your concerns, using the ballot box to leave your vote
Things you take for granted, will no longer exist in this episode
The threat to democracy
Is accepting an autocracy
Idiocy, hipocrisy, conspiracy, illiteracy
The threat to democracy
Written by Floyd Neal
May 16, 2024
Inspiration for poem
A divided country
I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen,
perhaps out of our human brains?
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they were hard drugs.
O you Peony, overgrown Day Lily,
you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug and pretty enticers,
you mesmerizing Rasputin's!
I cringe, hold my breath,
reluctantly
bring those heady eye-catchers home
to my darling,
who waits for yet more perfumed
love letters.
girl weeps through the night,
her love gone to distant lands,
danger's silent threat.
girl's tears merge with rain,
lost love in a distant land,
heartache's gentle bath.
in her dream, he's near,
lover's steps, she stirs, yawns soft,
Love's presence brings warmth.
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Placed 4th
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Sensing a threat, move not a bit;
Wait not for a hero to come;
Summon your powers to face it.
Sensing a threat, move not a bit;
Solve it using your human wit;
This way, a hero you become.
Sensing a threat, move not a bit;
Wait not for a hero to come.
Placed 4th
Thoughts are ages-old
Well before separation, sorrow
Discordant, lavishly pompous
They blotted my past self out
sarcasm directed at man, I will be not
Timeouts Ignore
Promptly, it has re-emerged as a threat
Written: November 10, 2022
He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.
He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or the silent perfumed farts of the deadly Dahlia.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
They are the epitome of those hard drugs
that invade our senses.
For him, the Day Lily
was a pall-bearing pale monstrosity.
Seemingly innocuous bunches of Mums
are well known to gather in smug mobs
at a time of year
when our greatest need
is for fresh air.
Passing all flower shops
he cringes away,
and will not pay a penny
for any kind of noxious poesy
or floral frippery.
She keeps saying she'd turn loose nuts,
This voicing like one with plain guts,
No regret when mansion turns Hut,
Her head can receive a swung butt;
To God she would never say "but..."
Followed by "why am I in rut?"
Longing heart of Rita for '****'
But that's getting a front door shut:
A wholesome image for a cut,
Around her assembling some smut.
The loud threats on the doors inscribed
Were from a Union just proscribed
For struggles it bloodshed prescribed,
And for them four Networks subscribed.
A group the men on top proscribed
But still with men she neatly bribed
And to them The Cheating described...
A clique the falsest strength ascribed,
Though parading some fierce scribes,
A lot profiting from mere vibes...
Her threats on doors in each walking street
Merely breathing the Vainly Sweet
Who can see this happen? I'm scared
It moved me and made my heart feel snared
But I knew I could only watch
Blood splattered violently across the botch
While you are engaged in an endless game
Everything is unfair, I kept thinking, what a shame!
Written: September 21, 2022
There was a mighty head of state
who thought he was like God.
Within the prercincts of his house
all feared his heavy plod.
We now hear many stories,
some of which appal,
of crashing crockery on the floor
and ketchup on the wall,
and how the hand that held the helm
grabbed his driver's steering wheel.
Many a good ship did capsize
for want of a steady keel.
there has been a threat
amount you will beat and net
or loose with regret
were impervious
going to my church service
which made me nervous
am a forewarned
internet has dark corner
being forlorner
were impervious
going to a church service
which made me nervous
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