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As above so below
As clouds shine, diamonds grow
Yin and Yang go toe to toe
As old lovers turn to new foe
When heavens of high meet hells of low
You too will know, as above so below
Bite Size Poem no.40 Poetry Contest
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Prior to pulled pins of broken promise and bartered bullets of pretentious plight,
We the people are forced to feed from the teat of foolish plans, scribed by ghoulish hands, feeding mulish might to the tip of an arrogant bite.
Thus, in sorrow I see, the truth to be, mans vision of tomorrow will never be pleased.
Selecting sly savoring sounds ensnaring hypnotized minds in everlasting ease,
Contradicting all the reasons their un-trialed treasons force us to believe.
The unfortunate souls of most pay no mind, for sheep do not ask why
But what if cowardly sheep are brought to light through conscious life?
Would the truth we find force questions to enter these manipulated minds?
Questions like, Why would they lie?
Why would they hide?
Why do they not cry?
And, are they really on our side?
I guess the true question is, would we even realize?
As we are stuck inside elaborate labyrinth lies given characters to play until ones die,
No one seems to see the truth found in my lonely eyes.
Imagine if life was changed to nothing but a game,
What would you say to a man who asks for your life in exchange for his personal gain?
Would you say okay, or remind him you are more than flesh and brain?
If he said your body means nothing, for wealth is all he cares,
Would you love him or run away scared?
If he stared into your eyes with stone cold pupils locked on control,
Speaking of board games like monopoly and risk, setting risk to our physical forms’ mold,
Would you stand cold?
As breathing brethren are used as playing pieces to build power and fear,
I think hearing these words would make your opposition clear,
For answers to these questions may show illusions held unlawfully dear.
Maybe this is why “All is fair in love and war” is what they say?
Knowing if you knew, you would not pay.
Wherein truth cries it reigns wise to remind,
Honest lips perish per ignorance; bliss is in common mind.
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When pain mixes with pleasure therein lies a river,
Moving water that carries the emotion of memories faded,
Lost in time
Buried within mind
Lying in wait to remind how love may strip you limb by limb every time.
As these lost parts are never found
We move from saints to thieves
Replacing what we need with the parts of who they are meant to be.
As if ripping cotton from their sleeves a midst a winter storm in which all we see is broken limbs and falling leaves,
We dance a dance meant to be done by the burning hands of hellish fiends.
Standing face to face with liquid pain frozen to our cheeks,
We continue this dance in aquatic reign from places meant to see.
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How is it possible?
A flag colored of freedom, turns on brothers of old like Cain and Abel.
Stones turn to bullets as white flashes of a muzzle turn heads from blue skies to red rubble.
East to west one land greater than the next
When forces 4 to 1 force fortitude under stress, The Ghost of Kyiv rises from his rest of unholy depths.
13 men stand in the face of reapers,
Calling upon death itching to feel its scythe cut deeper.
Their eyes piercing of blue and yellow, like Spartans standing firm between the walls of Thermopylae,
Even their leader steps out of the shadows to defend the honor their life paid to lay.
A nation damaged of radiation left in desolate desecration
Takes rise out of ashes to devastate devoted delusion.
Free for 31 years, communistic plots plan to re-shackle through power and fear,
Yet the will of these men and women prove their end is all but near.
As the world stands by screens laying witness to cries and screams
Allies of distant lands bestow aid, stitching hope between broken seams.
Archangels of east and west stand on her borders to heal and protect what has caused this tormented lest.
As David slayed Goliath, they too, resist upon the hands of a giant,
To act as a beacon of beckoning blight against barraging basilisks.
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You are Kings and Queens
Children to the universe
But royalty to the Earth plane,
My chosen
My loves
My warriors,
My strength in physical form,
None shall prevail in testing your might when your might is found in unison.
Love your neighbor
Love your spouse
Love those around you as if they are the same,
For love is all, for all is love.
Nothing can inhibit the ability of love to overcome hate
And nothing will change the fate of the world as prophecy is written long before lived,
So love all things.
Channeled 11/11/2022
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Heavens cotton
Woven by divine silk
Effortlessly gliding across ocean blue backgrounds,
As if the daring feat of mid-stratosphere aviation is somehow ordinary.
Oh to fly among the alluring rabbit tails of physics,
My heart cannot be swayed
I need to feel their embrace
I need to know what its like to float in merciful winds of grace.
A wondrous cycle of shape-shifting alchemy,
Forcing life’s properties to suddenly change at levels only microscopes lay witness.
Like bricks laid in pattern,
Together they form a world above our own,
Paradise upon layered planes.
No eyes, mouths, or ears to be seen, spoken, or heard
Yet, forever stocked in beauty are these heavenly forms,
Calling my desire to fly
Convincing me, one day, I may walk a top it’s pristine and partnered surface.
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Freedom.
Is that what you call it?
Being able to walk and talk as long as you are watched and heard,
Having our voices quieted when honor-bound truth creates a hell-bound stir,
Or the fact that divine life belongs to a blasphemous piece of persuading paper.
To me, freedom is unknown
Ripped long ago
Stolen from our flesh, breath, and bone.
Merely convinced we are free
Believing this is how it’s supposed to be;
We paint our life’s pictures as we are told what we need and what to believe.
Holding onto images we continue to create
We build our ego and discard the ability to deliberate,
Freedom is just as we are, hidden behind fiction’s gate.
As the FDA approves of food only meant to save a few cents
Our brilliant minds are weakened and left with a lack of common sense,
Played by approval ratings
Scammed by “Big Pharma”
What is one mans pain is another ones karma.
To be free is to know you are limitless
To love through interconnectedness
To walk pleasantly through trees you were born to see,
The unfortunate contrary of popular belief.
For some reason you believe, to see natures most beautiful scenes, you must pay per person to a fool who simply said this is how it should be.
A fool who claims land as his own, even though we all know, that land had been there long before that fool or his blood had a face to show.
So if you’d ask me if I think we are free,
I would say no.
Furthermore, if you’d ask me, given our vast amount of choices don’t we seem free?
I would say simply, to seem is the difference between reality and make believe,
For believing in what seems does not change nightmares to dreams.
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Flashes of passion
Illuminate my path
Remind me of my pith
So these dreams I not miss
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“Civilized” March 9, 2022 -
Mundane nowadays, are the old ways of night and day
Somehow convinced we are not the same
Once a place where beasts could roam and play
Cages are built as homes in a twisted game
Civilized we say, to hide our shame.
If one could live with our ancestors, they too, would see;
Life is more than phones, celebrities, and everything in between
Values lost in wind, earth, fire, and sea,
Hidden in darkness by beings unseen,
Our world becomes black and cold from nude and evergreen.
To catch, kill, and clean shows compassion
So tell me, do our actions of massive blind slaughter?
A balance of chance and skill through natures passion
Left behind for convenience we go from man to squatter,
Without resistance, poison has entered our water.
Out of sight out of mind is the definition of our time
We simply say civilized to protect our shallow mind
Distracting our psyche with pleasantries of salt and lime,
You and I are still peasants of the truth we strive to find
Mistake not the barbaric ways of our “civilized” kind.
Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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As dawns early light softly strokes cotton candy skies,
Puzzle pieces of precise size share sights of early morning rise,
To lie witness on fire’s bristles of swiftness as she draws upon life.
Fresh eyes watch whilst towering tree tops are tossed side to side
Soulfully stretching stiff bodies to warm tired hides
Listening to winds’ secret song played through branches live and broken lines.
Wings colored of freedom are feathered to an angled tip,
Allowing liberating rides high above the confines in which others lie
A place where hooves of earthbound hounds boasting awry,
May dance across shared lands of benevolent bugs bedding within beastly bedsides.
March 13, 2022
Contest - Form I - Imagism
Sponsor - Constance La France
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