#19
Cheddar cheese on the map –
It’s a chassit
You have shown cheesy cap –
I have read it
Have you warned it’s a trap –
Or you made it?
Marygoldish motel –
You have planned it
Mini-Min, leading mice
Takes to maze
Micy-Mice follows up
So amazed
Chinny chin as appeared –
Jaw in stress
Sharpen teeth, strengthen tech
Hit by mace
How old were you then
While singing “Nineteen”?
Poison ivy or Carrie
Or someone between
All these questions are better
Left with no answer
Neither soil needs no nails
Nor graveyard – no dancers
Oh, the girl
Mississippi born ranger
Take your time
Reconsidering strangers
Take your time
Contemplating the worlds
Hence, accountable
For believes, deeds and words
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
I'm fermenting in
isolation.
Covid 19 for the third
time this year.
After a skyrocket of a
writing streak,
I've had a two month
dry spell.
I'm sure the dope and
***** didn't help.
Hell smells like
loneliness and
white paper.
It tastes like
sulfur and burnt toast.
I see ghosts around
every corner, and they
sound like bats,
screeching at the
black night.
I'm in treatment,
and I will spend five
days in my room.
They will bring my
meds and meals.
They also gave me
a tablet and said,
I can watch all the
Net Flix that I want.
****
To write or to watch
the idiot box.
That is the dilemma.
I sure hope that
this
febrile state that I am
in produces some
good writing material.
Pun intended
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 3:02 PM UTC
At first, a tremor beneath the souls of my feet
Blink, a story millions of heartbeats away
Dark clouds over a field as acidic purge falls over us
Venomous mist seeps, humanity weeps
Blink, 18 stars bent and watching
Emitting rays pointing their random strikes
Blink, glorious earth temperate in her rotation
Marble folds on her maternal veil drapes us
Close to her breast, we heave in time with each breath
Blink, sustaining life in the chambers of her deepest ocean
Breathing air across the tall granite mountains
Distressed, and yet still here
Blink, ancient footprints track our journey
Not what we envisioned but “the enlightened ones” foresaw.
The need for understanding,
The need to cause conflict and agitate,
Blink, the need to protect,
The need to heal and mend.
Blink, you are here now, in your full extravagance
Delighting in fracking and disruption
Sleight of hand, our blindness is your reward
Blink, remorseless as you divide us
Along the fault line, we fall
Blink, with loved ones snatched
We turn on one another tossing
Handfuls of poison into the wind
Blink, triggered fingers pointed
Volcanic anger flares
A fist on a horses face
Lawlessness a momentary lapse
Blink, where will you strike next?
We suppress you
We support you
Following the artificial sun through the cracks
You rise again
As we turn on one another
The elusive phantom, a master chameleon
Spawning and stretching into an unknown vastness
Blink, yes, you are here to stay
You can’t be killed
You can’t be destroyed
Blink, neither can we
You will be tamed into submission
You will be a mere quiver beneath the souls of my feet
Blink, vitals diminish and you crawl away
Powerless and a mere symptom as you look out from a rock
Eye blinking.
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 8:53 PM UTC
The second wave seems to have hit harder than the first
by taking advantage of all those who ignored its thirst;
in the initial stages when it manifested and began to rise
leaving behind a trail of corpses catching all by surprise.
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 6:52 AM UTC
They surveyed my every mood
They established surveillance
Harshly punished defiance
Had me locked up, well, for good
They forged ideas in my mind
Had me believe I was blind
Shaped me into a pariah
Repeated they were the Messiah
Repeated for hours on end
A virus had plagued the cell
To this litany without end
No one was safe, they could tell
Words echoed into my room
We were either set for doom
Or grateful to be rescued
By their remedy, they cooed
My every step was measured
Some rebelled, they were injured
One mile is all we had left
To run and not go bereft
While the media explained
The pandemic knew no end
They monitored our thinking
A ceaseless, clueless talking
If you believed me to be
Some prisoner in a facility
Well, I am very sorry
I am just, like you and me,
A human being in 2020...
11:23-11:40 pm
Nancy
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
My favorite music is the tune that I hear playing off at the hospital, when a COVID 19 patient is off the ventilator!
This music is:
A song of a new dawn,
A journey to the future,
A melody of new life,
A symphony of hope, and
The rebirth of the universe!
Hussein Dekmak
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
For months,
I've been wandering,
through winding
silences
hoping
I'd find your chaos
one day.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
I hear a name,
it is called covid 19.
i think it was boring,
but i hadnt seen the covid roaring.
after a month i saw it,
that when we realised we had split.
We can fight it,
or it will hit.
let us be one,
as the pandemic has begun.
dont be scared,
because we are prepared.
one for another,
because we are alltogather.
we have fought this before!
as we can again restore,
dont forget to be far from each,
because i dont have a speech,
or it will reach you,
let us not fight it like an issue.
lets be one!
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
They always said 'Time changes things',
But this time 'submicroscopic infectious agent' changed everything.
Coffee at workstations, Hugging your close ones,
Your favorite pastimes, News channel's headlines,
Everything was changed in a blink,
Even before you could think.
No more you had a predetermined work-schedule,
And you were forced to cancel your tour.
Places to worship were shut,
And no restaurants were open to contaminate your gut.
But this pathogen has taught us some life lessons:
Family and relations are the most precious possessions,
Solitary confinement can bring in transformations,
We must value whatever we have on our plate,
We need to preach 'Humanity' and not hate.
Almighty has power to change everything that you have planned,
Humans, who considered themselves as 'Monarch of Mother Earth', are self banned.
This novel virus has killed many and has shut millions more inside with fear as their companion,
Its time to understand the value of compassion.
Yes, time has changed.
With locust band had moving in,
Cyclones devastating cities,
And humans losing their humanity.
Though this year has not turned the way we wanted,
But it has taught us great lessons for taking everything 'for granted'.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC
As the world returns
to 'go' again
and silent spaces
resume their noise
Questions query whether
wise or foolish
to so proceed
to open house?
Foresight
drips along,
seamless cloudy
be the forecast,
So quite unable
to perceive
beyond the morrow.
Only hindsight holds the insight
And
always
always
comes too late.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
(Before Covid 19)
I distance you
Because I hate you!
(After Covid 19)
I distance you
Because I love you!
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
From going out
I have to refrain
Terrified by the passing by
Corona thunder and
Pandemic rain,
Oddly defying science,
A chimera,
Looming large
Again and again.
I have begun
To pine
For old me
Freely out to
The neighborhood
And street
Somebody to meet
Somebody to greet.
After Covid-19's
Shock treatment,
My reservation
I admit
In being picky
When choosing people
I used to meet.
"Love your friend
As yourself
As God said
It has dawned on me
In humanity's treasure trove
Should come peoples' love
Of course all things atop
Must be placed
In-God-vested hope.(Mark 12: 30-31)
My behavior spiraling
Out of control
A feeble and complacent
Human being
I stretched my imagination
As if God
Has secondary or no role.
As such,
Earthly pursuit
Was my goal.
Now, as King David said, (plasm 122:1)
I reflect
Going to church,
Uplifting soul, allows
With God keeping
In touch.
It has also sank in
Brushing shoulders
With collogues
Was enthusing
Aloof, on my chair
Before I perch,
At times to do
Reading research.
I realized the money
I used to stash away
To make hay,
While others were starving
And when I could become
People hungry
Had no meaning.
I want to see
The broadmass
No more afraid
Out, on their table
To put bread!
I pined my liberty of
To and fro
Breathing oxygen free
Before the
Corona lockdown decree.
I want to project
My true face
Forced not on
My lovely face
A mask to place.
With a square shoulder
I want to walk
No more ringing
In my ear
The pandemic talk.
I want to rove the land
And fly on the sky
To feast my eyes
On touristic spots
Or goods to buy,
May God allow me
Such things again
Before I die!
I also pine to see
The day
Undertakers are
No longer in a hurry
Fellow citizens
To bury.
I pray for
God's Mercy
Gramercy!
But now
Keeping social distance
Washings hands with soap
Putting on face mask
And sanitizing is
What I advance.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
Speaking of body count
--- Cowboy points this out while we walk
--- to the local b-ball court, old men dribblin'
"all day to day exchange in china is digital,
A.I. knows, in china, who may buy
or beg, or use currency in any way...
so how many died,
count the digital wallets in china...
compare current count to same day 2019."
AND there is a road-block saw-horse on the court
--- note the image court closed
--- not only did they place a road block
--- but they blocked the basket with plywood
--- to ensure no joy in hoops anywhere
--- today...
so, who is looking? shoot straight up from the bottom,
boom, clatter, set the plywood aside...
we played horse and laughed... old men can get away with any thing,
if they do it in an honest t' god harmless state o mind.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
Dearest precious eons old
caterpillar the playful ***** rushing swimming to the food bank a Matrix egg; birthed as babies growing to man to women to grand-parenthood transforming aging to
cross to grave in short,
what a ride bittersweet journey.
My friend, pro life I am.
Indeed we the human race are
absolutely magnificent with all the poisons we over come by air bad foods;
all the enemies we face from the womb, to the mystery of daily living.
This goes for all of mankind indeed
In this world we are born to belong!
but remain strangers dear fellow men
and women poets poetessess.
Death is so common yet so dreaded perceived untimely unnatural.
Life so delicate so graceful,
and utterly short to be marked
for pandemic depopulation.
Life is precious mysterious!
I was born pro life though couple
children were lost an RHO negative motherhood Mom maligned but
other wonderful children lived
my dearest butterflies
my fireflies beloved.
~~~~~~~~~~
K a r i j i n b b a
04+13-20
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
at each juncture there has been this choice,
at each, I made a guess, right or wrong,
leave a mark, breadcrumbs work here,
we, me and thee, thou und Ich.
We have sector Bravo in the realm of or and if with optional whens and thens,
leading to now at any given point,
on a wave,
in the grand skein, not scheme, of
things, plain ol' ano-nomenal imaginary players who play by
rules, we imagined we will be
determined to bind into
a line anchor
and allusion to
string theory can work from here up,
we've been weaving options to unbelivable lies with single strand
single use spider wings, believed to be electro magic-ish
by the rule
we
made up. And that was the tic. We made up rules,
and survived.
Opposition to tyranny is obediance to God. Jefferson's,
under whom we stand nationally alliegiant, globally benes wise,
we owe earth our pledges,
those agreements, when you know what the ideas cost,
the idea in alliances for safety, with
treason to be the cost of rearing a child,
who witnessed the naked Noah
reflected in the window
of the U.N.
oh, we are tangled in religion as defined by priests.
Lest us slip the sureely slippery bands of earth and touch the masked
face of God, who winks.
Hiyo, silver, away... time slips are a benefit of fifty years of
seconds guessed worth noting as wonderful, Kodak Moments or Ahas,
here, one of those buys you days and days of retelling the same story,
until today. When we both got here at the same time. A-team meme.
And a wink from the programmer who bet it would loop.
See, as the Joker said to the Thief, in Boston, there must be
some kinder way outa here.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
I listen for my muse
But there are only tears.
We must not touch.
Embrace is forbidden.
If death will come
It comes borne
On the breath we share.
The quiet voice
Bears our doom.
Only in silence
Is there hope.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
Humanity is under threat from Covid-Nineteen
The potential threat for all of us is unforeseen
The loss of precious life's is very hard to pen
Our prayers to the infected and not to get heartbroken
The spread of the virus seems to be a bad omen
We cannot protect ourselves using a sunscreen
Our medical, police and public health fraternity is caught in-between
The noble services by all of them will remain evergreen
The message is loud and clear as a siren
To follow the rules as a loyal citizen
Our responsible behaviour is golden
Let us unite and fight against an enemy that is unseen.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
War with Iran was January's desire,
As if Australia wanted that pain,
February set our country on fire,
Until finally the sky gave us rain.
March has given us Corona Virus,
Keeping us prisoners of home,
Yesterday's news is the Auzzie fires,
Now home alone on our phones.
Did you hope April your friend?
As the government offers a hand
Just another step towards the end
As we fall to their commands.
The world has said we'll band together,
But watch the over shoppers greed,
Alone they try endeavor,
Alone they try to feed.
Be sure to keep your distance,
Be it distant in your mind,
While Covid19 is persistent,
Stay home while your bills fall behind.
Bar tenders stay away,
Caution off all play grounds,
Your children can not play,
Our streets echo without sounds.
But never mind still catch the bus,
Live your life within our rules,
We're your government! Have trust!
Keep your kids home out of schools.
Await the vaccination,
Be pressured for the juice,
The saviour of the nation,
The destruction of our youth.
Don't always do what they tell you,
After your own research you might find,
The only thing any of us can do,
Is make up our own minds.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
Blank page
There it is staring at me.
Mocking every word I write,wrapping it up.”no that’s not right”.
That A4 staring so bright, thin and irritating.
Blank page staring back at me inspire my self. “Some classical may flow my stream”?
“That A4 so thin and lined. So small not wide. Oxford lined why can’t I fill these 2mm lines?
With words of hope and inspiration.
Words to pin together a fallen nation:
To support the public servants and the ones we appreciate.
14 days or 1 year our existence is at stake please ring you mum, your nan your auntie.
Your granddad your friends you brothers.
We must pull together embrace advice love one another.
Help and strive together.
This blank page staring at me becomes interesting and a snap back to reality.
Love is strong and we are strong people come together in life when everything goes wrong.
Blank page blank page.
So white so bright.
Please be safe take my messages away check that neighbour you haven’t seen today.
Daryll smith
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
A normal day changes into a nightmare,
One two three, soon the numbers rise,
Soon nothing left but to act quickly,
Constructions of makeshift hospitals with beds and critcal equipment necessary to fight the corona virus.
All hands needed at the helm
To steer through the storm of the deadly virus.
Scientists, doctors,pharmacists paramedics, nurses,carers,
volunteers, donors manufacturers to cleaners all deserve an ode and special prayers,
Claps are not enough,
Thank you's are not enough,
These people live on remote control,
To save and protect lives their first priority.
I pray to Lord to give them strength and courage to heal the infected,
To give solace to those who panic
The will to serve humanity.
The spirit to care for and support one another,
Lord,you are strength and refuge,
Guide them,
Reward them in this life,
Answer their prayers,
And if they die in the service of humanity their afterlife is in Heaven.
Amen.
30/3/2020
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC
Tell them, let them to vanish
I mean those cruel vampires
I am referring to them, the crisps,
The evils to our lyrics to perish
Free us, free us from your satanic shores
Let us life, let us be happy but not sores
Let streams flows through our pores
Let our dreams be fulfil at the highest scores
Let those Vampires vanish from our government
From their unruly atitude, where all flaws farment
Where their deathly games begins. Where corruption
wine and wallows within our administration
Refer them to the scribbling scripts of the land
Lay it, Spread it, Open it and read it before them
Even if they resist, Do not desists to grab them
Led them to the truth. Tell them that change, we demand.
What did they wants from us, which they not been
Awarded. When they hoared loudly for votes
We gave them. We paid them through taxes. We have seen
Them brutally burning our fleets of vehicles.
We shall never needs "rocket scientist" to led us
And we don't sense of elegance. Where humours
Hide with hedonic faith. Where they thought we are
Sleeping. Until I task champion to read us "Sleep no more"
From an enigmatic society, where our soul have bee laid
To survive. We shall never slacken our ink. We have paid
Them as servants. How could we surrender our armour
When our only blood vessels were been torn in every hour.
Until then we will never relax to advocate
We can't fold flawless flanges to suffocate
We stand for change. An immediate change
Where we shall all sleep in pleasant peace
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC