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Now is the time to discern the rhyme the primordial flow Autumn's late glow pumpkins in season fiends with a reason Halloween unhallowed the time is now borrowed a signature gravestone followed by brimstone the skull and the crossbones mocking the jawbones
Airborne invaders charge the castle. They seek to enter by the vents and ducts. Chimera-like, they're clothed with weaponized suits of spiked armor. At the first wave, the guards push the mutants back engaging the assailants only to be unequal to the task. Lured into hand-to-hand, the protectors become too busy to prevent the surging barrage. Plan B begins with the crisis units coming onto the scene. These are skillful hunters deployed when the first wave of protection is overwhelmed and the rooms captured. These soldiers possess the expertise to track down and rub out the intruders. The residues left behind by the terrorists tip-off where they are hiding. It's mortal combat but usually the royal armed forces are triumphant, but only if the grounds are properly fortified in advance.
I've given poetry a go, getting mixed evaluations. An astute literary friend told me that my poems sucked being too blunt, that good poetry should be teasingly oblique; is childish if it rhymes; unimportant to be about anything reasonable. (a la MacLeish's Ars Poetica) I remember paintings done by chimps splattering colors randomly like a Pollock. "Zim zung zang, blah blah..." I can do the same with sounds, I suppose, naming it Dadaist poetry; (nothing unique about that); let a machine randomize verbs, nouns, articles with conjunctions; & let consciousness float wherever. Etc... ew. I'll try something innovative: rhyme and reason, with a smidgen of signature flavor. If it sux, it sux. LOL -- I'll start a new genre: Suxor Poetry.
None can realize civil rights with civil injustices as King stalwartly said. One's value in society has nothing to do with melanin or global origin but the invisible person of the heart showing up by behavior. The emphasis on external physical features reveals a superficial culture devolving into barbarism. Yet, knowledge is increasing as Daniel said it would: Consider the dawning of AI and commuter space travel. Yet, a spiky micron ball can hatch the world into a frenzy with a darkened science pretending to have an answer that is, at best, half-baked. Such is the state of affairs into the 2020s.
The pusher-man pronounces sentence from the high and lofty elite gates purchased on the backs of the so-called "lower classes." After all, in their minds we are all too stupid to do the right things for ourselves, The oligarchs must save us from ourselves. Or rather, save themselves from us. They attend galas and birthday parties without protection, except from us. Do we suppose that the folks in those gated communities of wealth and power -- the glitzy diva-gods and goddesses are ascended avatars & more virtuous than the deplorable stupids that grovel on the ghetto middle-earth streets? Are they correct? When Captain Cook discovered the Big Island of Hawaii, the Polynesians assumed he was a god. They brought him treasures and worshiped him until they saw the Captain eat a banana which caused them to whisper among themselves because "the gods don't eat bananas." X marks the spot near Kona where Cook died a very human death.
What shall it avail you if you go viral all over the world but losing self-respect? What value is a popularity on social media platforms that only permit the opinion of a preconceived algorithmic gatekeeper? Does it make sense that everyone must fall in, marching in lockstep, or else be black-balled as an enemy of an Orwellian consensus? Now is the season for a new brand of lyric to flame, bite, and name regardless of fame.
Ambrosia, Pink Lady, and Honey Crisp flaunt ruby as harvest apples appear. Stacked ears of corn on the cob await shucking, boiling, salt & butter, then the chattering-smile of front teeth. Cleaning the cob a row at a time will probably need a toothpick or a fingernail. When the tooth fairy got my front teeth at the age of six, my mom would cut the corn from the cob with a sharp knife. She called them boxcars because the strips of kernels resembled a train. Mom has been gone for decades, but her loving nearness is as fresh as this late summer's end.
Our administration left the dogs behind, persons with more honor than they. Bomb-sniffing hero-dogs who defended the lives of many of our service people - just abandoned there--- with a regime known to curse dogs religiously. We've lost more than the 13 by the careless ill-advised act of our feckless leaders. I haven't told Murph yet because I know she'll want to gnaw a glute.
It's my body, and I'll die if I want to. Smoking and drinking have not yet been outlawed though my coughing neighbor blows three packs a day & stresses everyone's insurance premiums and an inefficient health care system. Obesity-related illnesses are at a pandemic proportion all based on people being allowed to make their own sugary choices. Yet, authorities try to mandate forcibly on everyone an experimental concoction that hasn't had nearly enough trials to be vetted appropriately. Why? Because of fear-mongering $ interests which go far beyond a concern for public safety. The nanny-state wants to sterilize you from having any choice but theirs. After all, Bill wants to see a reduction of the human population to a much more manageable number - like a billion, while refugees are flooding the borders who are being covertly bused into our cities without being vaccinated or even tested. (by the very entities blazoning the pandemic panic). Globalism is now on full display, creating a problem then mandating itself as the savior of the world.