An area brightly lit
Meets a shadow's
Black body
Illuminated unclearly nor totally hidden,
Glimmer of light through trees nearby
Usually and clearly
Is betwixt and between
The steady illumination and absence of light,
Yes, neither glow nor obscurity.
It's hard to be Green
in a Red v Blue drama scene
Hard to be heard
and seen
when the Blues
say the Reds
are too mean
and the Reds
find the Blues
too liberally obscene
It's hard to be Green
when political business
is all about capital investment debate
and not dialogue
about how to ecosystemically abate
the invasion of our hate
amid failure of our late
climatically failing
Anthropocene.
It's hard to be Green
and bravely seen
in a Red v Blue debate
about sharing our ballistic toys
with other militarized girls and boys
who believe we are safer to be mean
than to plant a spring fed garden
of polyculturally healthy
cuisine.
It's hard to be cooperatively Green
in a Win or Lose
Red or Blues debate
about who is most worthy
to trust
not to covertly lust
for powers bending the minds
and chilling the hearts
and killing the home
of our late Great Transitioning
unearthly mean
formerly Green
Anthropocene.
It's hard to grow Green
humbly in-between Red and Blue
appositions unclearly not not true,
undogmatically,
unemphatically
transpartisan green
green
green,
unseen.
NOT QUITE MORNING
Early tide not quite
Out, slowly withdrawing
Just enough water to slop around
Jellyfish and mud ripples.
Too deep to walk. Shoes
Uncertainly gripping a shallow sand bar.
A watery beach can ooze
Loneliness : grey sky not quite filled with
Wetness.
Windless, moveless clouds, flat horizon,
Unclearly drawn dawn.
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The curse of grammar
The curse of grammar includes spelling
Witches and wizards stewed it from far away
They’d like to make your heads sway
They used eyes of cats
Boiling them in copper pots
The refined magic brew is spread as chemtrails
Unclearly set spelling rules make us clumsy
Uncertain article rules make us crazy
Who cares if countable or uncountable?
Only people who are grindable or findable
My native tangue is Japanese, and I am not a English native speaker.
I suffer from English grammar very much.
I hear voices in the shadows,
they speak unclearly to me.
I cannot decipher their message
but it haunts me as I sleep.
Madness you might say
but in my defense
I tell you
not quite yet.
He shook the blanket and it fell
Tumbling over all trees
Bouncing upon the hillside far
Now veiled unclearly sees
Golden sun behind the blanket
Bright rays illuminate
In straight waves of bright yellow light
Soon day rejuvenates
Roosters crow in dim light and damp
Their melodies supreme
The blanket settles in zizzag
Folks awaken from dreams
A stillness accentuates sound
Or the lack thereof
An eerie feel like the quiet
Before the storm above
As the dark featherweight clouds float
Black as a widow's veil
One ray of hope in the charcoal
A pink colored cloud sails
Finis' Maybe???
Roses are burgundy,
violets are dead,
and the family
blossoms I
hand-picked is
enfolded under my
pitch dark bed
My hearts beats
slightly and my love
leaves silently
Dismiss from mind
Ted, Greg, and Meg
who is sealed and
bedeviled under my
pitch- dark bed and
not to be
narrow-minded
although I’m looking
out for I instead
Your smirk creates
the impression of
politely on the
other hand the
resentfulness you
all gained for I is
unclearly it’s
unsightly
You kick me when I’m
down and I hurl and
wheel around I can
feel the kicks
kicking me under my
bed
Happens late and
lately everyday and
nightly
Looks like I have to
embed, you all in
something twice as
cruel than under my
bed, cause the
attachment I had for
these local kinfolks
fled
“Precisely”,
“Untimely”, and
“Gladly”
- Loverboi
The Green Fight
The land is green
But unclearly seen
The deserts may dare to encroach
Human activities may threaten to reproach
Yet we must fight for nature even beyond the seas
Together we can replant a greener world and build tall trees
Wedge the flood and erosion, keep the deserts at bay
For the love of the green life plant a tree today
The land could be green
And could be clearly seen
01-01-2013
C’emeka Mbah
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