GRASS DUST

Empty thoughts escape my eyes,
Wordless complaints vapor through my lips.
That's what the stringent policies have reduced me to.

The grass has nothing to say back to me anymore.
In days of old it would cut the wind and split the molecules into torrents of blessings to us.
Today its blades reflect hostile rays into my eyes.
Then I cogitate...where is the chlorophyll?

Flags rise against states,grass against dust.
The worker bee lands upon it and shakes off the dust coated pollen brains.
I sneeze as if allergic to the two antagonists of peace that we once had.

The brass grass and bronze dust.
Under the stinging bee conspire to extirpate and scatter the tropical trees to alien soil.

There too dusty-grass prevails.

By M.O.O aka C.evoL

LAND IS HERE

Indeed it has come soil that is rare,
fertile and productive enough to sustain the promised generation.

Its sight-able by word,
Retrievable from the Book of meaningful content.
The land of change dwelleth amongst us.
Within us,
the land of pure good thoughts.
The soil of love.
The plants of peaceable virtues.
Waters of reformed spirits sourced from the rivers of Eden.

Clouds gifted by the fruits of spiritual Holiness,
drifts above this mass of rare strata.
The wind of glory sweeps across it purifying the trespassers.
The heavens open up showers the land with abundant blessings.

The desert of evil is no more.
The land has been taken by the King of kings.
No more dark days and symbolized eclipses,
Its neither day or night,just LIGHT of heavenly nature.

We are the rays that roam the land.
We live forever in the long awaited Kingdom of Justice.

By M.O.O aka C.E

RED DOVE

Last year,two months this year, the coated birds migrated from forest to bush.
I digitally watched them flock sanctuaries and sing adage anthems.
The analog era crushed in a flash.
Virtual feathers of a somewhat new plight heated the system.

Amongst the flock a peculiar bird,that reminded me of a way back cockerel.
Deep red feathers,dark eyes,swift mobility,convincing voice,diligent winds of answers.
As it elevates a yellow horn is blown to showcase its promised jewels.
This dove propels confusion towards the white flag dancers.

Should they conform to its jubilant color of rage and love?
Or reproach it cordially in a resplendent forlorn fight?

Amber is on,the earth dwellers have chosen to chew raw cloves.
As they watch them display their might of flight.

Shall it or has it towered the Aves?

By M.O.O aka C.E

THE CLOUDS WEPT

The land had been hardened by the heat.
The lake covered by hyacinth.
The skies showed no signs of nimbus clouds.
No forthcoming change foretold. Things stagnated to the point of zero motion mentally.

Shortly after the desertion came an invasion.
The heavens opened up late in the night to wet the roofs and earth.
Expectant dwellers baffled by the weather tried to symbolize the raindrops.

Weeping of the firmament at the verge of un-pellucid results,
Was vibrant and thunder-some once more before it was declared,it occurred.
Speechless and hopeless they cowered under the discomfort of uncertainty.

Prayers and whispers of peace cut through the puddles long unseen.
Tears of worry and subduction accompanied the,frozen one.

Will the coated courts rescind the blue cloud's appeal?

By M.O.O aka drenched citizen.

M...P

Money Power.
Measured Prosperity.
Meticulated Plunder.
Modulated Press.
Mystical Pressure.
Millions Pounds.
Many People.

Medicated Pulses.
Mendicant Population.
Mediocre Prudence.
Meaningless Proofs.
Myriad Problems.
(Metered Poems)
Mythical Patterns.
Modern Presidents.
Mortified Patriots.

Prime Movement.
Pioneering Minds.

Member-ed Posts.
Mechanized Projects.
Modified Products.
Mastered Profits.
Melting Popularity.

Presiding Master.
Pilfered Music.

Miscellaneous Plagiarism.
Morbid Pleasures.
Mistaken Personalities.
More Pain.

Poet Miltonic.
Preying Mediums.

Moved Public.
Merciless Puppeteers.

By,
M.O.O
aka
C.E