Facula, flash fulgorous.
Chime, chorus, sharply in.
Pumice stone, rough and porous?
Blood below the skin.
Mantle of the harpsichord?
Wraps around the core.
Reptile complex, tooth or sword?
Either way it's gore.
Moreover, hellfire. Killing fields.
Floor slaughterhouse, tiled.
Yield or come home on thy shields.
As before, poor. Riled.
Hurricane, thy beginning.
What will seed thee, storm?
Ululate, underpinning.
Lava, keep them warm.
Rush. Volcanic power, crush.
Dragon, heard that thrush?
Crocodile, wildebeest. Such.
Cloud, the rainbow's touch.
Fire in my heart, burn ice cold.
Ashes, fall around.
Trillium flower, poison sold.
Salve healing, thy bound.
Gadarene, black gabion.
Galant, galago.
Gallimaufry? Gallion.
Goetic the grow.
Fulmineous, fumarole?
Not exactly matched.
Ground to powder, golden bowl?
Toll the tallest thatched...
Asinine Asymmetry
abysmal
vapid
pedagogue
impulsive
advocacy
with FLUSTERED TORRENTS
blindly
indicting
scapegoats
subpar
dogmatist
in DEMONIC DIATRIBE
eschewing
impartial
testament
veracity
disparaged
Asinine Asymmetry
raucous
sweeping
presage
emanating
palpably
from VEHEMENT ESPOUSER
flagrant
vacuous
utterance
neurotic
trivialist
with FATUOUS FLAMBOYANCE
underpinning
risible
posture
detachment
anathema
Not til we've forsworn its fret
And from off its whirl seen jumped
Greed's rage, underpinning
Heads, with its show, on and on
Will as mad be spinning.
As you've now! Accordingly
If more senseless, made to feel
While still feeling nauseous
With eyes, to proper adjust
But left with; see through us!
letter and science
dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press
abuse's of power by poor people to create recession
this is underpinning the news
to prefect the crime knowingly able to.....
post rebuttal after the word of crime is witnessed
public relations
public policy
political relations
Damage control for a politician is the response to bad press. It often takes the form of a press conference or news release that rebuts or provides a positive spin regarding the original bad press. It can be a significant part of a political staff and is often referred to as the Crisis Management Team. Damage control is also we a politician is playing defence in the political arena
from a non profitable transaction being a representative in government and out front of a church in tax certification of tax shelter
these crimes are pivot points from a non free speech
all of this investigative journalism finds this pattern of corruption in time
Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while
Can’t define now what it was, the end, or the beginning
Not a lot to comprehend left in underpinning
Reasons come and reasons go, morning sun goes high
To obscure in a glow of the springtime sky.
In late April, once it was, nobody remembers
How it came, and how it went, like the dying embers
I shall not return to dust, but I’ve no idea
If the others will, or must humbly disappear.
I’m a momentary blast of the past time air
And it happens now, until I’m no longer there.
HAPPENINGS
a time
of turbulencee
great moments
sparkle
reflect
&display
highlighted
in the
idealised images
of depicted
realities
underpinning
a layer
of history
in
the
spectacular
&apocalyptic
emerging
as the
thrilling
allowed art
to explore
in more spontaneous
ways
to capture
the volatility
of a
fleeting moment
by
inspiring
& responding
to the
immediate
sensation
The black and orange dust
comes off on my fingers
revealing the fragile mesh
so easily crushed
therefore brave
I was troubled
the color was so loose
so removable to my hand
but even more at the
transparency beneath
Oh, don't go catching butterflies
until you are prepared to see
the underpinning delicate and clear
where there is courage
destructibility and fear
O pray, teach me physics
I so want to know
the secrets underpinning
this cosmos' spinning
Your desire, my command
O, 'Thirsty for Knowledge'
First lesson: The one with
the most money is winning
Anchor buried spurs ensure attachment
Hatches battoned down forbid intrusion
Watertight twine form fidelity's augment
Underpinning intimacy, disciplined union
Ashore in our two mortal trampled petals
Synchronisity sings in branchless canopy
Rose vine vital blood throbs bloat vessels
Deviating tracks twist thorns into arteries
Wants collide on potpurri crackle pungent
Reliant psyches quiet a cyclic voyage solo
Duo devoted woven dig sea floor plummet
Adherence bouys forever's precious cargo
10th April
Divine spirituality oozes into atmosphere
Your unfoldment is a matter of time
By Divine’s grace, in cosmos timing, not ours.
Trust in the divine, surrender in the perfection
Underpinning of ethereal preparation
Allowing full appreciation to flow into the veins of self
Letting go of ego, leaning on your childhood roots,
Allowing the bamboo moon to shine your truth
Possibly what you were not aware of until you felt her power
Divine intention unfolding in her perfect timing.
Bringing spirituality into your third eye,
Infusing you with perfect love, light and peace.
I’m in the blood, running through your veins,
Taken for granted, but there just the same,
The fabric that holds all things together,
From the genesis of our cosmos, I came.
Without me the world, would fall to pieces
Universe itself, could provide no life,
An invisible framework, underpinning nature,
I’m the cutting edge, on a surgical knife.
Molecular structure, you might be thinking,
But the smallest atoms, are a universe to me,
Even quarks, bosons, and leptons, I inhabit
An unknown quantity, a form of singularity.
I’m Creator of all, and master of none,
Gave existence, and then let you reign free,
How else could I confound, intelligent beings,
Without this barrier, you’d try control me.
So we have to stay apart, yet bound together,
Whatever I am, a God, Big Bang, or eternity,
Take some comfort, and reason in the truth,
I’m here I’m everywhere,
through your eyes, I see!
By
David Kavanagh
THE JUNK PILE
By Jerry May
Orange with rust and gray with weathered
worn decay,
the heap behind the shed has seen it’s useful better days.
Every discarded piece of junk layered in the miscellaneous maze,
once was brand new and factory fresh before it was forgotten and left to lay.
The underpinning of the pile an umbrella used only once and left deployed,
Borrowed from grandpa's car and carefreely turned into a toy.
The spines skewered the spokes of a girl's birthday wish now destroyed,
consequently peddled to pieces to see a cute neighbor boy.
On the rotted pink bike an essential portal of almost every day,
when growing town was more than walking distance away.
An old hand painted mailbox now uprooted and discarded into the maze,
now a comfortable home for spiders and mice to play and live during the day.
There a mix of assorted wire, wood and metal violated with corroded nails and screws,
in a snarl of waiting tetanus all serving a purpose or two.
The most recent additions on the heap and a sign of modern times,
an outdated computer and a microwave that the garbage man denied.
The times they are a changin
a wake up nature’s stagin
With temperatures a risin
its really no surprise then
This change is heatin up
volcanos soon to erupt
ice will melt much more
as oceans tsunami shores
Trees up root from ground
devastation all around!
The times they are a changin
as we try to reverse the raggin
These changing winds that blow
we can try to stop or slow
Survival is the reason to start
to repair earths broken heart
Bring peace to Mother Nature
take care of earth and nurture
With hope and love underpinning
plant the seeds of new beginnings
LJH 22/5/18
Covers Over Windows
With no compassion
Put covers over windows;
Now through cannot view.
After seeing news about windows
being covered up at Mira Lago.
An underpinning
Also an underpainting;
Picture was hidden.
One of the members of
Poetry Revisited that one
of her husband's was covered
up by another one.
Candy my life can
Both sweeten body and brain,
While we were eating.
Poet in charge of Poetry Soup
brought some chocolate kisses
with her for us to have.
Piece of my candy,
Up all your life did sweeten,
Until face broke out.
This is not the time
For a woman in White House;
Have been told by men.
This is the reason
That all the men gave to me;
A sexist remark.
Jim Horn
When you’re sucker-punched with frustration
and can’t find a cause for elation,
when you’re unsuccessful
and life’s super stressful,
you surely will feel perturbation.
When you face severe provocation
and fear that there’s no mitigation
for hard knocks life’s sending;
you’re breaking, not bending.
You seek means of self-preservation.
You may sometimes feel the temptation
to cave to complete trepidation.
Don’t yield, I beseech you.
The light may soon reach you
if your mindset’s not resignation.
*******************************
When life is a race I’m not winning,
my foundation needs underpinning.
Time spent softly praying
does help heal my fraying
nerves—fragile from all that head-spinning!
written and posted October 5, 2016
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