Poised praying mantis,
Such a pious genuflection—
Naive prey stunned:-
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Poised praying mantis,
Such a pious genuflection—
Naive prey stunned:-
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mlowe5 says: Thanks. Much appreciated. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY mlowe5
MORE MOCKERY...Gender equity, Void in a democracy, Shows its mockery:- |
COSMIC POETIC BUTTERFLY
When your mind the cocoon of your spirit releases let the rhythmic wings of your being soar you streamlining the airways of life with your essence of healing words of graceful liberation to those cosmic beings in the universe of life awaiting their hydrating oxidation of the onederful onement of the oneness of your onedering peace and love:- |
SOAKED AND WET...*+*Rain flowed down today, Leaving my soul soaked and wet: Blessed with healing grace:- |
FORGET...???Some things you do not forget. Tried to forget to go to sleep once; Tried to forget to pee once; Thought I forgot to breathe once:-
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TO THE PARTY OF THE POORStop begging momey, The vote wins the election; Just beg fo votes:-
Our votes are priceless, More powerful than gold; And more respected:-
Poor and homeless vote, Selecting who they feel cares: Go focus on this! |
UPWARD AND ONWARD... (ANOTHER MLOKU)Gradually the stars and the full moon decided to move onward, And the golden dawn appeared with the bright sun rising into daylight; Blessed to be perpendicular, in labors of love, I went forward:-i |
GERMINATING GRASSGreen Grass Glowing Gracefully growing God’s great greeting Glory |
VOTER AWARENESS AND POLITICAL WINDS...As the American Political world turns Its winds of change Are blowig with An enormous increase In voter pressure:- To determine The direction In which these winds blow Ironically the political Pressure gradient force Of the political parties Seems to be focused On money rather than Political ideology:- Thus let us ever Be mindful that it is Our Vote That Is The Sun In the political forces Determining the directions In Which political winds blow:- |
MEDALS OF LIBERTYIf Liberation was deemed To be Gold, The Emancipation must Have been Silver, With Desegregation being Considered Bronze; And this Crap going on today, Must be Rusted Tin:- |
FIRST PLACEThe finish line waits; Be the first crossing over--- Labors of love done. |