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Cassis Myrtille Jul 2013
Black and White
Black and White
Black and White
Those seem to be dull colors
Colours suggests something
The color that proliferates
this
entire
website
says something to me
this place
is a mask
and this is not
what
it seems like
A place full of poetry
Poetry can have dark meanings too
This place seems dark.
Bob B Nov 2018
For what would be a change of pace,
Check out this unusual place:
Persecuted groups came to create
A place where they could discriminate.
1840s gold rush dreams
Preceded years of get-rich schemes.
Nutty religious cults explore
End-time prophecies galore.
Believe whatever if that's your conviction,
Even if your "facts" are fiction.
You can construct your own reality;
"Whatever goes" is gaining vitality.
Anti-intellectualism
Accompanies attacks on secularism.
Fewer people think it's not odd
For leaders to wait for messages from God.
Satan's causing natural disasters,
For he's out to get us, according to some pastors.
Hustlers hustle the hustled, you see:
Religious theatricality.
Snake oil is sold for a quick fix;
Someone always has a bag of tricks.
Charismatic visionaries
Hope their income never varies.
Though P.T. Barnum is gone, we can say
That humbuggery is here to stay.
Homeopathic cures are widespread.
Devious mediums talk to the dead.
Scare tactics of foreign "invasions"
Keep popping up on numerous occasions.
Some have rewritten the history of the South.
Fake news spread by cyber "word of mouth."
Commingling entertainment and news--
Called "infotainment"--can spread one's views.
Acting out your fantasy makes you feel
That fantasy--NOT reality--is real.
People are duped by made-up scares.
The "National Enquirer" peddles its wares.
Cosmetic surgery transforms features.
People are abducted by strange space creatures.
The fantasy industry proliferates:
Fox News infects all fifty states.
Prosperity-gospel preachers are abounding,
Hoping their spiritual interest is compounding.
The war on the devil is not metaphorical,
For scripture, some say, can't be allegorical.
There are always the paranoid ones
Who fear the confiscation of guns.
Groups attempt to change the rules
So creationism can be taught in the schools.
Anti-establishment's becoming the norm;
Mistrust of experts is taking greater form.
Lies don't matter as long as you
FEEL that what someone says is true.
Some fear "invaders" crossing the border;
Others fear a scary New World Order.
Distrust places the media on trial
And fosters climate change denial.
Some say vaccines do great harm
And GMO foods are cause for alarm.
They say gun laws will only provide
Guns to "bad guys" with something to hide;
That regulations on any level
Of finances are the work of the devil.
A con-man leader will always keep spinning
The fantasy that with him we'll be winning.
That fake news is harmful and only distracts
People entitled to making up facts.
Voter fraud's still the talk of the Right;
Conspiracy theories keep coming to light.
Con artists boldly state:
Conversion therapy makes you straight.
If an alternate universe is in demand,
Then WELCOME, ALL, TO FANTASYLAND!

-by Bob B (11-12-18)

°Inspired by Kurt Andersen's "Fantasyland: How America
Went Haywire"
Aanandha Jeeva Dec 2013
LOVE
resonates
perpetuates
proliferates
aura embodies
reign cloud shines

I'll offer you my hand
A humbling breeze
Earthquakes shake the land
expand beneath the sand
waves rolling, sunshine

raw pure and unclear
dissolving fear
pouring light
fruiting delight
tears of nectar
sweet perfection
ormus affection

candlelight reflection sprouting seeds of our intention
laughter infection- spreading heading towards my heart
tickles as it parts ----- fleeting dogma counterparts

I believe in the moment. what it shows to me
mama earth writing poems to me, streams trees thrones to me
barefeet crush dry leaves, as fear flees these trees
teach so lovingly----- so humbling

Love Vibrations
love lifts altruist
light guides
inspired minds
so shine

restruct time
align oscillating vibes
fractal benign
loveshine
/
everchanging notes for a raggae ***** tune in progress
Madame Vai Nov 2016
Take my hand
And feel the pulse
Thumping in rhythm
My heart to yours
One, Two, Three
Like a silent waltz
My joy proliferates
At your caress
A race with no winner
Through my veins
Deluging my senses
With a zenith existence
Perfumes of you
Saturate my every thought
Stealing my focus
Like ice and fire
Stinging and warm
Like a promise of tomorrow
Alin Aug 2016
Your lines
so true
as if
veins
ready
to circulate
an ethereal dance
that proliferates
to a universe
made of this
dance

Let me touch you
to draw a yoga
of you and I
on a far or near star
an illuminating
dot
made of
my touch points
like the
closing and opening
of your
eye
Amitav Radiance Feb 2015
Poetry with plethora
Of possibilities
Prolific words
Possesses a dash of piquancy
Pondering is primary
Pleading with premonitions
Pickings of inner plight
Pen as paintbrushes
Paint picturesque paintings
Proliferates the potential
For poets
Poetry is a prayer
Hank Van Well Jr Oct 2014
Seeds

A seed is planted with a simple glance
A heart pushed through the surface
Buried in just a little bit of attention
Fertilized with trust
And rained on with affection
It proliferates
A budding romance
Into blooming relationship
Feeding on the sunshine from her glowing  gaze
The roots stretch deeper into the foundation formed in friendship
And to someday a garden
Laden in love loyalty and hope filled tomorrow's
All from the seed ,
Set forth by the simple utterance
Of her very name ...
I love you
How long has this decaying giant laid here
so silent in this thick forest dark and deep
I wonder if anyone did hear it fall
when it's aged death it did meet

Yet by it's death many will benefit
and life will shelter in it's rotten limbs
from grubs to small rodents
do dwell in safety and comfort within

So from it's mighty death
life does now spring
see the fungus
that proliferates it's skin

This tree that died so long ago
maybe in rain and high winds
or in wicked ice and heavy snow
the dead giant is a wonder that's all I know


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
I lived here years ago
so I had to come back to see
the place I was born
in that time past and warm

Here all smile and joy is the only sound
here serenity rules supreme
laughter proliferates within the walls
of every house big or small

This place is for only the kind
those whom sacrifice their all
those who don't want thanks
one's of love most worthy of being divine

So this is serenity street
see the white swans bow
they come here as I do
to pay homage to serenity street

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
M May 2020
We meander in the noise, finding our serenity. Both reckless and careful, you led me to wondrous blue. Sincerity flashed upon me. In that moment, I am warmth and safe. Solace and grateful were carved. I am flushed and you are calmed. We stay and tell legends. You are music from waves and I am shell, keeping every drop of tune. The sun kissed the sea; an alluring scenery. Your eyes sings and my heart listen. We are all over the clouds but neither crumpled nor tangled. The sun falls. The beat proliferates. The moments will echo . We wander the big forest like it’s a castle, wrapping ourselves with what we have, not thinking about tomorrow. We are fast cars and electric currents, alive, alive. We are running, crossing and skipping. Traced every outline, roamed every cold ground.
Tomorrow we will be just bodies passing by, but I’ll still live in the sensation of our souls colliding.

This is how I will remember us, in black playing with colorful poetry.
Norbert Tasev Sep 2020
Leaves tremble in the wind. Autumn carries its golden chains as leaf scales: Who else knows for how long? hawthorns also tremble in the evergreen shelters of mosses. Even the round cheese continent is freezing in the sky. Dogs are courting howling, poisoning - the summer glow disappeared suddenly! The nose, like a chimney vomiting crimson rhinitis, is swollen and is still dripping with its still unpleasant, killer juices!

An entire week of bed exercise was in vain once the smelt of immunity had weakened. The unbridled wind brings its October heifers with a rebellious whiplash, and in a thickening, milky white mist it is placed on unknown faces in a large arc and firmly despair! "A horse chestnut ponders alone in the craters of forgotten puddles!"

I cherished tears and spike pains in my heart while others betrayed me! And like something secretly raging Goliath, who had never digested it once to be defeated, demands with impatient thirst for revenge and shakes the falling skirts of the trees of the season!

Even the kind UVB sun gets sick so he doesn’t have to heal, handing over his terrain to twilight flashes. As the net proliferates tendrils patiently nail my nails at night! And as the play of the clouds is unruly and amazed, I am sure that the number of troubles and dissenting opinions is multiplied, that while someone else is given a happy, family life:

To me: Why wasn't it good, happy, honest, and true ?! “Tired, I leaned on the heart-hill of my pillow, imagining the Truth even the real one — that we couldn’t be side by side how simple and unstable!
Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie faire, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.

Yours truly not necessarily romantic at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping
(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
accompanied with entree couscous
generic and garden variety
run of the mill by the floss husband
ordinarily fancy free and footloose
feigned being inebriated

noisily squawking - imitating
deafening honking lunging goose
creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome,
whereby wife playfully threatened me
to hang me (all choking aside) with noose,
(I needed to gibbet a chance)
as ye can accurately dead deuce
nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse,
thus I immediately called truce
after hiring team of animated experts
Rocky the squirrel
and Bullwinkle the moose.

Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking,
yet straight as an arrow nock king,

establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks

at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest

with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn

this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss cuss
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let

down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other buoys and gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2023
.      Shoots, germinates, burgeons
proliferates, mushrooms, pullulates,
    sprouts, in the garden of Europe.
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Outside, walls of BRICS are being
  constructed, the jungle is being
   manicured and ‘Putin' in order.
Yours truly does readily confess
the following poem crafted more or less
approximately a year ago,
when coronavirus (COVID-19)
wrought havoc creating global mess
when panic against collective temple did press
a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness.

Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed

solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade

of twenty first century
civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric **** sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,

where vast majority of people afraid
to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
ninety years ago benchmarked

from May 11, 2021,
an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade

October 29, 1929 haint no charade,
when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic

by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test tee zing 'bout quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch

he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.
Bob B Sep 2021
THE GOP'S BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE
As Donald Trump continues to spin
Stories about the presidential
Election that he didn't win.

Republicans have shamelessly caved.
A large percent of them embrace
Trump's Big Lie about the election,
Mainly because they fear his base.

THE CLOWN SHOW IN ARIZONA ENDS.
It was in the guise of an audit
That proved to be essentially
Nothing but a wasteful fraudit.

Costing millions of dollars and taking
Five months for ballot inspections,
It only helped to undermine
People's trust in future elections.

REPLACEMENT THEORY PROLIFERATES,
While the right keeps spreading tales
Of thousands of immigrants coming here
To vote in order to tip the scales.

The fearmongers are not subtle.
In fact, their rants are quite overt.
Spreading lies and paranoia,
They proudly sling their racist dirt.

DEMOCRACY IS UNDER ATTACK
As more info comes to light
Of how Trump tried to overturn
Election results with all his might.

When people in power blur the truth,
Deceive the public, and then retell
History, they're on the path
To shoot democracy to hell.

-by Bob B (9-25-21)
mike nortrup Jul 2020
Sun is beaming, outdoors' steaming
I have to stay aloof
Can't work outside; must stay inside
My heart's not weatherproof

Good plants wilt low; that's status quo
in this hot time of year
'less water's 'round to soak the ground
They'll up and disappear

But stuff inflates and proliferates
that HAS no liquid needs
those beds of clover taking over
those ******* shrubs and weeds

I'd wage a war; they'd learn the score
I'd see their kind decreases
I'd take my clips and trusty snips
and mince them up in pieces

But if I go out, the heat will shout
I'll wind up in my bed
My heart will flutter, race, then sputter
I'll likely wind up dead.

So, I must wait till temps abate
And I am feeling well
Then I'll go out without a doubt
And chop them all to hell
Wringing out a cloth
Of blood tinged indescribable,
Will you accept the loss you’ve gained
Are you scraped within the shadow?

Life is springing from that material
As though the one who lost,
Has made a new
Through the stains
That will never be completely flushed.

Color will be reimposed,
Washed will be the hands riddled with red,
Deep breaths will be regained
After the brutal adrenaline subsides,
But the memory of the sanity lost
From such an impulsive enclosure
Proliferates rancid transcendence
Within your lungs.

Will you be able to live with what you’ve done?
Are you lost to the silence
Ringing in the blood flow
That cannot be unimprinted?
Your hands too cold to feel
Your blood too clotted to boil into an outpour
To let a scream reach inside
To unrestrain your throat.
No way you’ll endure
You’re just a second
From realising taking a life
Isn’t something revenge restores
And the punishment is written in your eyes
I wonder if you’ll keep them closed.
34 lines, 342 days left.
Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed

solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade
of twenty first century

civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric **** sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,
where vast majority of people afraid

to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
eighty nine years ago benchmarked
from May 11, 2020,

an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade
October 29, 1929 haint no charade,

when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic

by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf, nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test teetotaler - tee zing 'bout
not quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch

he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.
Are we not the sorrow that lingers over the grave—
reflecting on the loss, caught in this state of mourning?
Or are we destined to sink into the depths of those
yellowed memories? My bones tremble at times, and I
find myself lost in thought—yet the fleeting joy persists,
though it remains forever out of reach.

We share laughter like tales over drinks, capturing
moments in a plastic bottle; allowing decay to set in
as we push forward. Each night whispers a prayer for
the dawn, yearning for a horizon filled with forgotten
dreams. The thought of sleep fills me with dread.

As I weep for those seeking solace in suicide
those down to earth fleeing the common ground
humanity has morphed into a threat to redemption—
their artistry has forged dangerous weapons.
We strive to preserve our past, yet we conveniently
ignore the ravages of conflict— the insidious plague proliferates.
All the remarkable ones lie lifeless, frozen in their brilliance.

The thought of sleep fills me with dread; for in
my closed eyes I see the world for what it is.

— The End —