A nightmare fills the air
in every waking moment there's a lingering fear
not as a monster, not as a broken dream
but as a question that has no place
What if my road crumbles
what if the ocean washed my footprints far from here
what if the knowledge I tried to share
gone like a feather blown in the wind
If I was erased from ever memory
they washed all traces of who I was
like chalk melting in the rain
what If what I built was knocked over
like a child's castle in the sand
then I awaken, it was only a dream
only time will tell what becomes of me
HERE WE GO AGAIN
FROM TRUMP THE SAME OLD REFRAIN
IRAN BOMBS WILL RAIN
You leave because staying means dying.
You leave because barrel bombs are falling,
chemical weapons are deployed,
your city is under siege,
there's no food,
no water,
no safety.
You leave because you have children and you want them to live.
You pack what you can carry:
documents,
photos,
one change of clothes,
the jewelry your grandmother gave you.
You leave everything else:
your house,
your furniture,
your books,
your life.
You walk.
You walk with thousands of others,
a river of refugees,
all walking in the same direction:
away.
I walked into Dobb's library
I didn't have what life took
so there wasn't much left for me
except to search for a new book.
I sat down in an enclosed place
for ten minutes hoped to forget
the savage past grafted on my case
entangled in a strangling net.
I opened a computer screen
Then a lady sat beside
I sensed something sight unseen
A tear in the force had opened wide.
A short librarian had seen all
She gave this lady a look of scorn:
so intense it could burn the wall
I felt aghast, how could I warn?
I came back there in July
The new book shelf was getting old
Saw the librarian, my fierce ally
She looked unwell, in a dazed pose.
A library is a safe place to be
No bad guys have reason to go
But I brought one in with me
Did it hit a friend who'll never know?
You don't antagonize the wolf-like pack
With a heartfelt look of intense scorn
They'll take revenge, they may attack
I steel my heart, can't afford to mourn.
Now, I don't know for sure
Can's collapse that quantum wave
But in my mind that scorn endures
when icebergs surface, who can save?
The hills,once green,now bare
yeild to poppy fields.
in rainy season,fierce torrents race down
towards the valley.
And in the valley,ancient rills-
dug by the kings,
most of them now chocked and buried
encroached out of view.
So water gushes wild
past the old foundations deep,
swallowing homes,roads,and,markets
without mercy in the monsoon's cruel roar.
Coming to my locality,
a rill that drain water stood for ages
encroached by the selfish ones
whose places remain dry
even in the rainy season.
And that rainy season brought
floods to our doors.
Our locality drowned,homes flooded once more.
Then the local club rose,
cleared the clogged course,
and waters receded- the levels fell low.
Relief washed over us.
But this very winter,
scourge struck anew;
encroachment returned
as intruders broke through.
The rill level does not drain;
the cycle repeats
the levels stay high again.
Once more we brace
for the rains yet to come.
It is a perennial threat
to our safety,weilded not by outsiders
but by the majority of people
from amongst us.
rainforest anaconda
thriving for twenty-three happy years
a giant snake traveling upstream
unmolested,, feeling no fears
humans arrive, ruining her day
anaconda dives down really deep
terrified of these creatures on legs
sad when they decide to stay
her first threat
Bad firm..Works with kahn destabilising
Property base..In London U K.' And one
Harbinger of massive harms.)
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Suffers at the hands of small-minded men;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Have faith in your fellow man, stand with me,
Defend our Rights against federal sin;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
We’ll not last without the Liberty Tree,
Time grows short, and opportunity thin;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Proclaim anew with bold voice our unity,
And push back against the threat from within;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
So, join hands from sea to shining sea,
Be faithful and strong until we shall win;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
The Constitution says how it must be,
Take heed and now let freedom ring again;
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
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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