WE’RE NOT POWERLESS
We have the power
To overpower mongers;
Let’s out-power them:-
With powering faith and hope,
Let’s reflect empowerment!
King of France to Marie Antoinette:
My future looks awfully bleak. I suspect
I’ll soon be headed for the guillotine.
“Mon chère: forgive my correction
on your use of the wrong preposition.
It’s not “FOR” but “BY” the guillotine.”
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Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know?
Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go
Is delusion my real reality though?
Snapping in & out of this dimension
Which I should mention,
Is beyond my comprehension of an
Intervention for redemption or reinvention
What's your intention?
My soul can't take anymore pain...
I don't get what you have to gain
From the hurt that I've attained & sustained
I don't think one single person
That I've met was entertained
With how I try to explain the
Change in my world & theirs
It's become mundane at the amount of sht that's become deranged since I've gone insane
...I've literally broken my brain
This vessel is no good anymore
Everything normal has become a chore
I can't endure trying to find a cure
for me being so immature and insecure
It's now part of my allure
I'll get out of this one day.....
eclipse
erase
shiver
deliver
gaze
& masticate
then bombard
the
pompous
viscous
lush
&
organic
tender
yet
cold
over
yonder
cries
bleak
in
consciousness
then
stopping
a
happening
that
abates
gently
then
e v ..
.. aper..
... ates
follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia
one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash
let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology
let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura
yesterday's dreams drop by,waving goodbye,lost in a sigh
a dishonest man steals identities - an honest man steels himself
free by a sacrifice - a sacrifice for free
The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.
Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end
In its own time!
UMOJA
(A Kwanza Triad)
Love's the greatest gift;
It's the harvest of Christ;
Nourishing oneness:-
Like fruits and their seeds,
Let us be in life's onement;
Ripening in oneness:-
In love's unity,
Let's live in oneness;
God having us be:-
Just a poem, not life.
Sea's waves roll in and out rhythmically
See a change, now its arrhythmically
Tsunami must be the blame or
Tommy's sleeping open-mouth snore
Amassed tangible wealth did he
A missed taking care of health, you see
Tsunami life lived now explodes
Tommy's health suddenly implodes
WORDPLAY
Scores of work to read and think deeply
Stores of enthusiasm can reduce steeply
Snores are heard and can attract curses
Snorts from a few less tolerant nurses
Sports offer very different entertainment
Shorts that sometimes lack containment
Shirts bearing logos of sponsors’ brands
Shires with accents nobody understands
Spires of churches that need renovation
Spares at the ready for every occasion
Spores of inspiration should be heeded
Shores with grass dunes, never weeded
Shares in publishing may remain frozen
Stares received if no works are chosen
Starts and endings complete all verses
Sing is what Glenn Hughes does
Sung is what Glenn Hughes was
Dung is for those who hate
Ding to remind not to stay up late
Dine to eat while Glenn Hughes sings
Wine to drink as his music rings
Wipe to take away the tears
Pipe to smoke against more music to hear
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