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Moose my Cat

I have a cat named Moose
I dare not let him loose
He got out and ran to the pond one day
He stalked the goose til it flew away
He's lovable to me he's always nice
He's feared by intruders and mice
His Daddy was Lynx, his Mother Siamese
He's been known to bring men to their knees
On my fence, we display a sign, "BEWARE OF WILD CAT"
He will bring you down like last weeks rat
Claws like well*sharpened daggers, he thinks he's a Tiger
He's not rude, he just has a wild attitude

©Allseasonsverse 10/16/ 2019




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Ways of Life

Hear in accepting my word,
So, your years of life is long;
Adhere to what you have heard,
You live without going wrong.

I have taught you in the way,
Of wisdom for uprightness;
That you do not go astray,
And seen in delightedness.

Not be hampered when you step,
Never stumble if you run;
Because God will give more pep,
When your duties have been done.

Keep hold of my instructions,
Guard it and not letting go;
It is your life for induction,
For the insight so you know.

Enter not the wicked path,
Nor walk the way of evil;
God will deliver His wrath,
For supporting the devil.

Avoid and do not proceed,
For detouring from the past;
To spiritually succeed,
That your life will ever last.

For someone will never sleep,
Unless they have done mischief;
Restful sleep they will not reap,
Because of lack of belief.

The same as the Antifa,
Wine of violence they drink;
Their motives follow Allah,
The wickedness they think.

The righteous path is the light,
Which shines brighter than the day;
Enabled to give insight,
That guides you on His pathway.

Let your eyes keep looking straight,
Ponder the path of your feet;
As to not sealing your fate,
Other ways lead to deceit.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer



Collected Confidence

Collected Confidence
Lightened by sun force
completed by determination
drained from elders now
in the morning of worlds
empty solutions.

Courage collects confidence
in the early years of life
days follow with experience
carved in the mind's not sure
life was our journey.

Youth cries reinsurance!
where have the flowers
gone with mother
sun, not showing face
much these days?

Believer's bow their head
to grayish skies that
once use to be blue
with wonder.

Lack of faith have darkened
the heart that once had hope
God was Our Maker of the
Universe high with mystery
and collective knowledge.

Awareness locked brightness
out, where now our teachers
of generations have gone
mingling with others on foolish
ideals of survival of the fittest.

We have no teachers to teach
those who want answers
to questions now unable
to be answered, only
ignorance has made us a
dictatorship world.

Now we follow false desires
with permission in all we do
we have no ideas of our own
they have been subtracted
away by our own stupidity.

© 2019DerenaBree(All rights reserved)




He was taken in the morning
At precisely four o´clock
Carefully calculate to maximise
The effect of stress and shock.

And so the process started
To the prearranged plan,
First mildly sedated for
The Psychometric scan
That led to his emergence
Physically unchanged
But with a Psyche
Very subtly rearranged.
The loyalty factor enhanced
They newly complianced citized
All rebellion now stilled
Become the most reliant of men.

Returned to his quarters
Memory partially erased
So the return to sentience
Left him thoroughly unphased
Outwardly unchanged
But mentally chipped
Thr unlikely event of reversion
Causing alarms to be tripped
So the regime thrived
With the subtle creation
Of this mentally castrated
Quietly complianced nation

And so came into being
The altered process of evolution
Unofficially cynically known
As the ultimate final solution.
And so the meritocracy
Ensured continuing control,
The only cost being a world
That lost a part of its soul.
The rebellious neutralised,
The oppressors´ fingers being licked
By those oppressed masses
Whose stomachs were being kicked.

And the great messiahs of profit
Were profoundly and deeply moved
And the great gods of commerce
Looked down and heartily approved.





Hello Nate I have heard a lot about you
I know at the moment you are a little blue,
But Ellie is big and has to go to school
And you take her there and that is so cool.

I know you met Ellie`s teacher and friends, Wow!
So you know where she spends the day now,
I am sure that Ellie misses you too
But I don`t think she wants you to be blue.

You have Gram all to yourself now so have fun
Your adventures with her have just begun,
You can draw and paint and listen to stories galore
There are plenty of things for you to explore.

So be happy Nate and give a big smile
This is more your temperament and style,
I will send you some hugs from across the sea
Because you are a special little boy to me.

copyright´2019 Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170



Book Of Life

they come in, they don't care.
They swim in the pool. Guard up.
A Berlin Wall lies between them
and letting it all hang out.
You can safely fly your freak flag around here.
I want you to know you can
You are safe here, China men to
shower as long as you care to.
Leave toilet towels in the drains.
not take a shower before entering the
public baths.No demerits.
Free country now, finally in the free land.
Soak it up Chinaman.
you watch me, and wait,
.you have time,.
you wait for man's brutal nature
A. brutality that never comes
The world and everyone in it is dangerous
You will again prove us right, somehow, someday.
And, to be watched and in preparation to defend your position or flee.
I am not so different than you Chinaman.
We've both run away, having been through a wringer.
Not trying to get attention
you wear the minimal bathing equipment. As if you're dressing to
hit the showers at Auchwitz. Grey boxer shorts
off white briefs.
No flash, no frills.
Like there's a run on conformity that no longer applies.
I want to scream out at you, it's ok to wear a purple speedo.
The latest in aquatic equipment, but,
you smell the napalm by the rice patties.
Agrarian, craft people.
Your life is none of anybody else's business.
Certainly not Gai*Jin
But, I notice your subtle nuances, your ticks
your neck straining hard in defiance.
The women like to watch me.
They are looking to see what makes me tick.
I think these people did very poorly under heavy surveillance
in their home countries. But, it's all they know.
They couldn't take the security detail breathing down their necks
They don't understand not being brutalized tortured, stripped of the privacy
identity, and ripped from their cultures,
Lost sailors, watching me for clues.
I give my assurance bobbing my head easily up and down in the water
It's ok to relax. To let the water take you.
Not to have an immediate destination or plan.
Maybe wimming gives atonement, forgiveness
an absolution in the cleansing waters
I am a water bug Nothing, a ripple in the pond.
I can't engage them in conversation,since
they may not know my language
as they don't speak mandarin to me.
Their women who use the hot tub,
they bring their children to lounge around with them
Usually, fresh faced, teenaged girls.
A man might bring his son.
The children are fit, do many laps,
generally aloof
They grin as the old ones are watching.
Always watching. waiting for the inevitable crash
the falling of the sky. What, from experience, they expect life to bring them.
A rights of passage for something big to happen
bringing with them their best big hopeful
new world smiles
But, nothing big ever happens
stll they watch and wait watching
out of the corner of their eyes
Watching us Americans,
with Peking wonder and Pyongyang suspicion.
I look over at the china men,and their women
and I have wondered what each one of their back stories are
As they stare back at me
maybe they wonder the same.
I'm a slow loris languishing in the pool.
We both are patient
for the chinaman to finish with us,
conclude his walk up and down our lane.
and I let him know he has the right of way.
I stay wide right in the lane
where he's wide left.
I look over at him as if to say.
safe passage.
There's room enough for here.
furthering common goals
to strengthen
our bodies in the pool
I feel we have a mutually, unspoken understanding.
As soon as we make eye contact
sharing this implicit understanding.,
he swims away into another lane.
Allowing the two of us to swim together,
which was our original and enduring plan,
We don't know his back story. he doesn't know ours.
His may involve diaspora
due to warfare,
or counter intelligence value.
He may have made critical decisions
saving the civilized world
from horrid things.
or maybe he's a former strong man, or slave monger,
maybe some mad scientist,
or on interpol's most wanted.
A former pirate on the high seas now
a land locked raging alcoholic.
Maybe he has nightsweats from his life as a soldier in Red China
or as a cadet in one of it's suburbs,
Pyongyang North Korea.
So, China men, who swim in the pool,
I honor you and accept you
as you do the same to me.
May God Bless you and best of luck in your
next living chapter in America. a safe haven
and new home for all precious souls and your beautiful children
here retooling your book of life.



Those that make Laws

Those that make laws

Can we survive…
Now our world is on fire?
Can we survive…
For the oceans will rise?
Can we survive…
The threat from each other?
Can we survive…
The truth about lies?

Will we survive…
Our quest to be richer?
Will we survive…
Our need to have more?
Will we survive…
Our body perfection?
Will we survive…
Those that make laws?


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