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Forest of Windmills

On the hills is a forest of windmills.
A chimera mirage of 
shrill, garish pinwheels,
Wailing an endless lament 
to the tragedy of the commons.
They spin a yarn of the 
collapse of self-sufficiency
and starved frugality,
that yearned to curb our needs. 
It's already too late, 
or almost too late to ever succeed
in providing for the commons.

WONDER

Pink skies infest the starry dark.
Pest sprays reject the fireflies’ spark.
Bald eagles chopped by green windmills.
Right whales lie beached as sonar kills.
Rage that I can no longer view,
Bids my sense of wonder adieux.

Windmills

Forgotten giants
on the hill ~they stand up strong
   fighting with the wind

      after many years
~big windmills blades turn around
                    with the same music

Windmills

He was withdrawing;
inside his eyes he cleaned the glass of his spectacles
they were worn thin now and only looked inward.

Nuclear weapons were threatening
the circuitry of a million neurons,
a conceptual forest of wooden perceptions
had been targeted by alien guineapigs,
helmeted ants were excavating his mind.

He muttered a question to himself:
What's a guy to do when the world
locks you out. even, attacks your long held reality?
What gives when the rope has no more 'give' in it?

He called his dead mother
(the cell phone was really that smart),
she replied from the outer-rings
of some milky nowhere.

"You should get out more,"
said the ethereal voice of the dearly departed,
"stop writing ambiguous and quixotic
letters to yourself."

"Mayb tomorrow," he replied uncertainly,

then he put the phone back
into its shock-proof bunker
at the deepest center 
of his hive-humming brain.

The Windmills of Babel

Build them wider, taller
let us reach for the sky

when we run out of bird's 
we'll clip angels on the fly

90,000 lb. sperm whale
wandering, searching for 
his misplaced tail...

but elite global outlets will 
never fail....only us commoners
stuck in the dark, our vehicles
needing, only one gear~ Park!

Sunflowers and Windmills

from the sunflower
that the all windmills copied
the elegant spins

Windmills of Mind

Blades blow left then over again
 turning, spinning in the breezy wind
 a little to the demo of autocratic powered right
 only static glitches in the republic cutting of the middlemen;
spin and twirl catch that breeze and gusto of wind
 hot air spewing normalcy, progressive ideologies anathema,
 rotating blades sharp and precise, cut the fat, hewn a lie,
 cooled agitation chills the condemned bureaucracy;
ignite the stretch and roll, the hiccup and the loudmouth yawns
 dulled by stilled silent roars, loud and tempestuous hypocrisy
 the electrifying pulses, ball, and fire pause and wait
 an electro dynamo, impotent bully boys;
list the names as you will, 
 don't hold back quiet or still
 oaths to their inner pride
 shout independence, free speech and free will
loud and bold untethered to the skies
  there is a little truth in every lie
  where we go one - 
  Do we go all? 
Well, maybe next time.



for Biting Satire 
contest sponsor Edward Ibeh
3/3/21

Windmills and Tulips

Windmills in Holland
Round and round nowhere to go
As well as tulips

There Are No Windmills

Third shift often referred to as the graveyard shift oh the company I keep through these hours covered by shadows.Souls to wander about at night the lost the lonely and then there are those who are guided by voices poured into the head         

Stairwells don’t lie, streets don’t lie pain is real desperation has a fragrance aren’t we all gamblers.

Look just look at what you bow down to. The screams at night speak truth the lights that cover a street like a pallbearer at a funeral speak truth, what pours into you who’s voice are you listening to, Are you walking or are you just dead.

Windmills

Windmills

The castles in the distance, 
are rocks arranged in order, 
to match the need of escape, 
and the ultimate inclusion...
of self-sufficiency and freedom. 

Monsters in the dark, 
some of our own making, 
most tangible even to the blind. 
Yelling things at us loudly, 
but no one hears...
anything, 
but sublime. 

Storms on the forefront, 
of every new beginning. 
The map ever-changing before our feet, 
The goal elusive and yet complete. 
Looking for a ribbon, 
of yarn or thread? 
Turns out to be kite string, 
running through our head. 

Laughing barefoot in tall grass, 
remembering all that has gone before, 
yet look forward to what is coming, 
a tsunami of water; a whole ocean, 
to ride a wild wave to the very stars. 
As I know that is where...
you are!

Windmills On Your Mind

Comely
Calmly
Slowly 
Proudly
Windmills comely, calmly generate
Power slowly proudly profligate

Birds Tilting At Windmills

Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling dvd mobiles
have a playful role
protecting my potted
young Blueberry bushes
from hungry for worm birds
digging up the plants
I might even add a baby monitor
making the sculpture
complete.

Tilting Windmills

The pretentiousness  of I 
Tilting at windmills 
In the hope of 
Dulcinea
Little did I know that
My Shadow 
Had the only giants 
To be found

German Windmills

Nurembered days
 

Numb
	Dumb
The pain
			insane

a breast to suckle
	an ear to hear

walking dead
		late but prayed

Gods fell asleep
Mortals played

tumors grow
	Its the doctors show

Liver or die
	Drink my dreams	
		or do I try
Lettuce and rabbits
	seduction and undergarments

exposed in the rain
	dancing in pain

rendezvous
	cafes and empty tables
candles burnt
	loves description like flames		
fades away


easy to say
	no one to sway		
		who the hell wants to stay

This world is red
This life is spoked and bloody
Emotions drowned in daily strife
Memories drift

		like snow in the wind

	Silent dreams

Erotic dancers

	Colombian cafes

My head a daze


Long ago, when the piano was tuned

I was a player

I was formidable and great

	now
		I drink in the last call

fulk the life and I want the hell

	do I cry in Belgium

Fabulous

I am not a nice guy

But the metro is here

	so goodbye

   Suicide tracks

			and

Musical notes 

  chasing the hate of isis tears for fears	

Butterflies trump ruby foo’s buffet

	for tyrants rant	
		While fools become gluttons

Windmills

A memory turns
   the windmills of the mind
 to a season of summer breeze,
   where happiness blows 
cherished moments
 into youthful hearts
    the windmill turns once more
 to a season defined by
   falling leaves
 where love endures
    in  hues of red and gold
 the windmill spins 
   to distant winter winds
 where, by cozy fireplaces
    love finds a warm embrace
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