On Saturday, the nation will
Join forces east to west
To protest this administration,
Easy to detest.
Called “No Kings” with no explanation
Offered or required,
There will be large-scale gatherings
This “leader” has inspired.
To show support, I thought I’d buy
Some “No Kings” merchandise –
A hat or tee or even
Some lapel pins would suffice.
The quickest way to find this
Would be Amazon, for sure.
No matter what you think about it,
Speed’s its biggest lure.
So I was shocked when, on the site,
Most “No Kings” items shown
Could not or would not be delivered
(Cue the sad trombone…)
Until at least the 28th
Or after; either case
Would get here past the point
When “No Kings” day had taken place.
I don’t think it is paranoid
To see Jeff Bezos’ role,
For when it comes to Amazon,
He’s kind of in control.
Ironically, this underscores
How vital is this cause,
For when greed and power rule, we’ve learned,
The kings make all the laws.
The mystique is palpable
& reeks of change
in the air
Like new rain on a balmy
summer day it washes
dullness away
To say it's refreshing
would be an understatement
in a way that underscores
its enchanting nature
Its nature is naturally
exuberant &
mesmerizing
Fantasizing about it
is the norm
for those caught
in its unrelenting
storm
What is it?
It's the thing dreams
are made of
Dark matter behind
the eyes of lids
bringing life to
things of the ID
Or is it things
of the mind?
I'm trying but can't
truly describe
what has been
divinely inscribed
My eyes can see
what the dark hides
that claws its way
to the light
A cat's meow leads
the way as the bright
promised land awaits
The gates open
like doors of perception
blown off the hinges
The fringes of reality
are akin to a cliff
overlooking a
bottomless pit
A canyon so infinitely
grand it fits the
whole of mankind
in its hands
It's everything you've
seen or ever
will see
for it is forever
becoming &
always will be
“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today,” a quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln, is a timeless statement emphasizing accountability and the necessity of confronting challenges head-on rather than deferring them. It underscores the principle that inaction today merely postpones problems, often making them more complex or difficult to address in the future. As procrastination is a suppressant of time, the resolve is left for the morrow, where time is none to spare. Of such is the case of the unresolved, being tethered on a leash, when it bites untamingly.
Embracing the idea that to "hear no beauty, see no beauty, be no beauty" is to overlook the true essence of a rose. A rose is not merely a flower or a collection of blooming buds; it embodies a profound inner calmness and purity. It serves as a striking representation of a seductive figure, with its ovary dispersing seeds that give rise to future generations of beauty.
This powerful imagery underscores the role of a rose in nurturing life and inspiration. Beauty is not just a superficial attribute; it is a divine promise, a gift from God destined for all women in the land. We must recognize and honor the vibrancy of beauty, as exemplified by the striking "red fluffy mustard rose," which captures the essence of resilience and allure in nature.
Hear no beauty, see no beauty be no beauty
Elegance is the blue of the ocean,
ageless paragon's heartbeat in motion.
Never calm, but ripples and hoary froth;
enigmatic creatures that feel it's wroth.
The waves beget in outcome underscores
Its thirst for helpless endless sandy shores.
Its sheer breast resonates idyllic sound
and cool scent of briny seaweed earthbound.
It merges to rising blue horizon
under shadow clouds do not bedizen.
Melting dusk closes with a snug twilight
artlessly dissolves completing dark night.
Navigating through life's highway,
It’s more than what meets our eyes,
It takes courage to break through dawn's ice,
We can’t preempt all we see.
We find our feet on its mystery lane,
We seek shelter from the rain,
Life shows us its different faces,
Not minding our unique races.
The way we chauffeur our cars,
It determines how far we can go,
It underscores our mileage,
Often we forget we're on a pilgrimage.
Life's highway undulates and meanders,
Only a few along its way endears,
Courage keeps us on track,
As we sojourn for the glory mark.
Navigating through life's highway,
Conquering the invisible,
Sketching out the visible,
Until the perfect picture is attained.
January 21, 2023.
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 34 Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibeh.
Pausing in the Park for Rain
David J Walker
I stand between familiar trees
That harmonize in summers breeze
And would that I could sing along
To visualize the summers song
And offer up a voice so clear
Rain clouds gather just to hear
The places where the thunder roars
As lightening offers underscores
Baptized every branch and leaf
Rewarding every plant's belief
In simple faith the trees extend
Branches to the heavens send
I stand between familiar friends
And bathe in summer showers
DOLL SUPPORT
Barbie doll hands plump
the fruitful flare of her sateen dress ~
mint green flows out from her cocoa skin.
not a pinup for boys, but girls adore
her needle-thin arms and legs,
her neck underscores her perfect oval head,
lush lashes, pretty pinup hair.
her face with nothing out of place
can handle any style, any makeup piece.
her weakness ~ not able to stand on her own,
even Ken cannot support such a doll.
1/30/2020
plump - to give support and favorable publicity to
With days so bland, I must find color where I can
Panoramic Plaid Underscores Sunrise
grinds dark and fine, aroma transcending
tranquil skies a smoky gray ~
the saffron and blue grass
1/29/2020
Appropriate attire
To what he
Desires
Elevations of
her devoted
ways
To what aint
and what is
she underscores
his everything
wear a
Smile and
A dimple
You want me
To dedicate
My precious
Time
and give you
something you
wish to have
Yes I Love you
It's apparent
I question if you
love me the same
Don't be Moody
And scare away
everybody
they aint done
nothing to you
special
Times,
comes
with planning
we aint been
vacating here
who's been
getting that
when you rest
a simple
understanding
Giving you
what you need
On a bench in the park,
A memorial plaque
Made my husband glance twice;
He was taken aback.
It basically stated,
“In memory of
Bernie Silverman…”
(Someone deserving of love.)
But a sentence was added
Which sure underscores
Bernie’s life – “Who preferred
To be (mainly) indoors.”
My spouse took a photo;
I chuckled out loud
But wondered if Bernie’d
Be angry or proud.
For the last place he’d be,
If the truth was portrayed,
Was outside on the bench
Where the plaque is displayed.
A symphony of summer is the storm
It underscores the reasons why we love
Dramatic in refusal to conform
As passion is composed from up above
Crescendo moments irrespective of
A maestro who just will not understand
That love is love is love is love is love
As thunder claps with rain at our command
To bless our harmony and hate to not withstand
Not how his poem was rated,
But the fact, it was recorded,
If by machine was being read—
Like a car having just one gear!
Yet, happy was he still to hear,
If not readers, by machine read.
And listened in spell, not a let,
Till the poem ending couplet,
And what was just an underscore,
He wished it were encore, encore!
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A budding poet had placed some of his poems on a poetry website, which added an audio to some of the poems, machine voice reading them. A line at the end drawn with underscores was also read as underscore, underscore.... faithfully. But, he, a dreamer, hears it as encore, encore!
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Humour | 24.03.2017 |
Under the impaled moon wounded by hours
Red clouds hide, stolen before dawn of day
Golden locks on little girls bounce then lay
Love light becomes trapped, lost in high towers
What is so precious hidden in power
Born in mornings creation from the clay
Youths in blue dresses dance away decayed
Red lips come kissed at birth in sun showers
Turbulence underscores the cost of war
Prisoners have no beauty, only waste
Time is one day's labor fought out of need
Who waits for strangers, closed behind the door
Pretty comes in pink with a bitter taste
A vase of bright flowers red blood and greed
Another afternoon being brave,
chasing clouds
down drifting earth embers
for freedom.
Grateful glances hurry humbly
into imminent jubilee.
Juxtaposed kindly,
knives loosely lacerate
my mind;
never nearing opulent offers.
Perhaps Philosophy's
quiet quandary
renders reservation so selfishly
the technique
underscores useful
valuable variations?...
Why waste extreme excitement
yawning, you zany zealot.
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