10 GROUNDCOVER NEWS POETRY Mory WAYNE S. Groundcover vendor No. 615 I’m going to tell you a story. A story about Mory, Mory the Manitu. It's a sad story, I must say. If you get weepy and runny when you hear a sad story, you should turn away. But if you want to hear about Mory and his sad story I’ll begin my tale now. A grander mammal you won’t find, he makes children laugh to his delight. So he follows your boat and is a joy to see. Until he crosses the path of plastic in the sea. Plastic you say? No way! Yes, you see, the pollutants of the day find a way to put plastic in the sea, and the way is us — we’re to blame. Mory, you see, has no way to know his way of life is changing. Mory is just a big, loveable manitu with no PhD. It’s a sad story, I know, with a sad ending! I say no — we can save money and the rest if we make the world free of plastic. Do our best to fight this evil because it is created by people. Compacted in shivering sinews, nerves, and the fleshy white meat, her nature, her earthborn eyes question this world of violence; Dust, dirt muddied in blood, and sullied ivory horns hear the voice of injustice as this bull turns her head from side to side, turning in her silence as the world reels in a horrible poverty, seemly to a golden draped matador twirling his peculiar muleta around her head, Last words AMY BURBARY Groundcover contributor Slip and fall away, sweet pain Make your haste and leave I have but no time to weep And even less to grieve Pack your bags of what has been Then move where is no more You will not be made to stay As often times before I was never right for you And you weren't meant for me We are simply passing ships And that is all we'll be This is where we say goodbye For you and I are through Take no rest, shove off, depart So long, Farewell, Adieu Rage & hate TERESA BASHAM Groundcover vendor No. 570 To my lil ones In the right time, There’s gonna be a way For you to have peace of mind You’ll find unconditional love A clear head, A warm heart, All you gotta do is find God, He’ll alwayz mend, Alwayz be right by your side You’ll learn ta think of, And you’ll have love, No matter how hard it is, Or how bad the storm seems, You’ll have that gleam, All your rage & hate, Will leave you and you’ll find, Your soulmate, And love the way you should of. WHIMPERING WHIMPERING WHIMPERING An estoque simulado sharp to the shoulders, blood sprays the arena raucous naive voices are heard, sophistry rules the dulled senses while the fierce bull is the brave creature who shoulders... BULL (bloodied) CHRISTOPHER ELLIS Groundcover contributor Luscious black fur, black Persian lamb surround her fierce massive head, her fierce hides a noble calm; resolute, strong, limbs stamp the noisy air, her rotund taut body the shape of the the United States, compass the whole universe; FEBRUARY 23, 2024 (humanity) PUZZLE SOLUTIONS
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