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By Professor Sam Fischer
Taste and see that the lord is good
By probing the little nightingale singing in a wood;
How easily she praises the glory
She narrates the lord's story.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy
When you witness a little boy
Who plays freely in the lands of the lord
In the beginning was his mercy, was the word.
And receive from him anything we ask
For we shall spread honesty and unmask
Ourselves in front of his holy presence;
For he sees us all; he, the ultimate omnipresence.
Fear not! For The Lord of hosts is with us
On the earth, Jupiter or the planet Mars;
There flies the everlasting spirit
Who no entities can limit.
This is a melody for peace which cease the unjust blood
Scattered the earth; be there, for all things are possible with God;
This is the literature of the holy spirit
Reminding us of peace; the love we inherit.
21st Century Peace Tune
By Moonchild Diva, from Highland Park M
My father made it home from the war with just a touch of insanity, married, made children, four including me and he never had to wonder if his brother made it out alive, his brother was shot, in the back, by the cops, in 1929, stealing coal off a train in Detroit.
The war’s right here now, on the street now, at your door now, and every day you wonder about the ones you love, did they make it out alive? because everyone’s infected by the touch of insanity, where’s the peace He wanted us to have?
If I don’t make it out alive, I’ll see you on the other side, in the quiet place He made for us and everyone will be there to enfold us in The Love, it sounds so good sometimes I just want to go NOW
What did He say?
He said love one another, everyone’s your brother, do unto others as you would have them do to you, he said Peace be with you… He said don’t worry about tomorrow, don’t hold on to sorrow, ask and it will be given, upon this rock I build my church, he said Peace be with you..
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A Funky Stamp ‘N Go Shanty
By David Harris, from Canada
Get up! Start to feel the magic motion
We stand and watch the masters of the ocean
Last sup’! Must have been Davy Jones locker
It was real wild it was a roller and a rocker.
So we are coastin’ in and rovin’ out
Hoist the mizzenmast, blowin’ out
Jolly Roger flies like the good ol’ flaggy
Keepin’ all the doggies really raggy
Wailin’ and shoutin’ and simply boilin’ up
The salty brine is overflowin’ the cup.
Mermaids so beautiful and exotic
Makin’ love so passionate and erotic
Steamin’ so hot you’d swear it was demonic
Pirates passin’ up a hidden treasure
Irate and sick about their lack of leisure
They abducted gypsies for their token pleasure.
But it comes like a mournful tune
From the bullhorn of our King Neptune
Like a buoy ringin’ tellin’ us that soon
Will be singin’ yellin’ our shipwrecked blues
like a frustrated ol’ cow groans and moos.
Life at sea can be adventurous indeed
Sadly sometimes we can be constantly in need
of a woman who can help us plant our seed.
Up in the sky we’ll find north and south
east and west, the stars be our guide.
Rhythm and riddlin’ jester and joker
will rattle their sticks in double time.
Tally ho the fishermen are hunters
bringin’ us the fruits of the sea divine.
At sunset we play melodeon and poker
till we fall asleep in a pretty slumber.
Lost our harpoon from the whalin’ days
Smaller fish are now our gentle prey
Found a myna bird in the East Indies
to imitate our shout and respond
Amusin’ our hearts like a magic wand
Kept him like a pirate’s parrot
Ridin’ on the rudder to the keel
Yosemite Sam, with his specialty,
seduced Bugs with a golden carrot.
Approachin’ the captain with a deal
Scoffed it off with a foot and heal.
Drinkin’ up the finest one malt
Waitin’ for the great assault
Keepin’ the fire water from the buccaneer
Bein’ greeted with an ugly sneer.
Bein’ suckered into the greatest lotto
Savin’ my pennies was also my motto
Crackin’ the safe of the billionaire
Goin’ bald while losin’ his hair
Chasin’ the hillbilly mountaineer
Givin’ the loose change to the debonair
Whippin’ myself for missin’ the chance
to jump 'cross the island with some romance.
Ladies are scarce o’er the open sea
We’re diein’ for warmth and sympathy
Hidin’ out from all the work and toil
Blastin’ dynamite while searchin’ for oil
Underneath the deck the ovens boil
Cookin’ the fuel for the privateer
as they travel the open frontier.
Our shirts are dirty, stained and soiled.
We can’t be happier with our brandy
singin’ a funky stamp ‘n go shanty.
A little Peace
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A little Peace
As I was walking slowly by
a church on Sunday morn
I could hear voices raised
in praise for the lord above.
The voices were sweet and soft,
but loud enough for the lord to hear,
as the praises they were singing
drifted through the air.
Not a single voice
was out of tune
as they sang out there.
When the voices went quiet,
a serine silence drifted down
over everything and everyone around.
God was answering their prayers
for a little peace everywhere today.
Artists Together For Peace
By Muhammad Iqbal Behleem
we are together with our Arts
We are together with our Peace
We are all artist of the world
together with our Arts for Peace
We all have very strong belief
That our art relate to peace
Let's sing together for peace
Let's grow together for peace
Let's sing together this song of love
For the sake of Love and Peace
At Peace
By Tatianna Rei Moonshadow, from Rochester MN
That night I laid beside you
With one hand upon your heart
It beat ever so gently
As we laid there in the dark
For hours we spoke
Only with honesty and truth
Somewhere between our words
I fell in love with you
We spoke in quiet whispers
Careful not to wake our friends
As they slept we had conversation
That seemed to know no end
You told me of your weakness
Of your fears and your past
I shared with you the stories
Of the loves that could not last
For once I was contempt
Just to have someone there
Somehow in that conver sation
I let myself open up and care
My heart ceased it's breaking
And my mind laid to rest
Your eyes brought me smiles
While your heartbeat eased my breath
For the first time I was happy
Happy to have someone to hold
As I wrapped you tight in my arms
To shield you from the cold
As the sun began to rise
In the window it shined through
You pulled me ever closer
And I fell asleep, At Peace, with you.
At The Peace Center
By John L. Waters, from Singapore
Each word is a stone
rearranged by the spring tide
down at the seashore.
Earth, air, water, fire
are conjoined here in one piece
at each poem's heart.
When the tide comes in
all the stones are tossed about
by the water waves.
The process goes on
day and night deep in our minds
with each new thought.
There are two movements
ever at work in all things even
in ourselves.
These movements make us
Tangential and radial.
We stroke and we poke.
We bump and we scrape
as do the smoothed stones
along a cobbly seashore.
We move like the stones
moving down at the mind's beach
being rearranged.
The rising waters
immerse us and we compose
in recreation.
Our view is shaken
in each kaleidoscopic
movement to novelty.
Those who are ready
to have their world rearranged
drown in the love tide.
Words come together
to m ake us compatible
at the peace center.
Beautiful Birds of Peace
By Jim Foulk, from Des Moines Iowa
How Beautiful of birds
of the air,
seeing their awesome
wonderful flair.
So quiet it would be
without their sound
watching them as they
fly all around.
Sweet harmony do they make.
A lonesome world this would be,
for no birds making flight
these wonderful creatures I see.
Beautiful birds of nature
wonderful sounds to my ear
touching me with wonder,
so gentle with serenity
and so dear.
The World Needs Peace, Not Through Wars!
By Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D, from Tamilnadu, India
What loss of lives and destruction!
Can lives all lost ever return?
How many more will have to die?
Can one man’s death bring back lives lost?
What pollution, a war can add!
Let Cats who declare wars on mice,
Take the blame and pay the price!
War is a gambling game like dice;
War is a futile exercise.
One cannot fight wars with mere knives;
War is a waste of human lives;
Alas, will nations realize
That keeping peace is always wise?
Wars can begin without a cause;
The world can’t have a single boss!
One nation can’t stifle the rest,
Or try to be always the best.
The world body must give OK!
The world must say to wars, all ‘nay’;
For lasting peace, war isn’t the way!
The cost of wars, who will repay?
The world must find out other ways,
Avoiding wars in future days;
Each nation must unmask its face,
And set on peace, its gaze always!
Where Is Peace?
By Michael Stevens, from Bloomington Indiana
Where is the Peace
our hearts keys
that make us invincible
unpiercable, unscathable
Where is the Peace
that lets us sleep
to up the faith we keep
and Where is the Peace
in a world of war
when we know nothing that's in store
Where is the Peace
when money rears its fangs
to divide class and race among all things
Where is the Peace
can't we all just get along
throw our money and all aside and admit we're wrong
to keep humanity strong
Where is our Peace
When Shall We Walk In Peace
By Israel Dammy Ipaye, from Nigeria
Peace, oh peace our bane whirling around in suspense
Peace, like the seasons it pays fleeting visits
Turpsyturvy now a bosom inevitable ally
Everyone yearning for the dreamt, cosy and rosy tenure
When shall the creeplings walk in peace
Till sunset we keep protesting to no avail.
Democracy they say could have been explicable
But the masses' liberty could not be guaranteed
Open wide mouths that could deem fit were shut with naira
The protestants were all nigeriad and massacred
Yet we hope for better days, several acres or riceland
Not a spoon could be edible for the starving citizens.
Just as we grow old the harder our stress becomes
In contrary with our adage that says a rabbit is prone to
To feed from its offspring when it grows old, this is denied
The offspring will have to feed on the mother untill it dies
Then it becomes an orphan stranded with no care yet they call us babe
With everything nurtured by our vision are, we nuts? we fondly ask.
Now do our open wide mouths wider and stronger
We found those those we dreamt capable to forestall our best days
With groaning they were mourned home now our omen is ephemeral
Their splendour foreseen and cut short
By the lions we called leaders with the facial appearance we beheld
We have failed to dull our palms because they are unhatched.
At dawn the whole family with opulent intelligence taking
garri and water, kids fighting over a spoon of garri this is unfair
Those fit to re-structure the day were circumvented, behold the
Land is too bushy for any unsharpen cutlass to confront
Except the mightiest bulldozer when the time ripes
Then we may yearn the arrival of luxury.
We Will Have Peace
By Emma Beverage, from New Mexico
When each and every one of us,
completely understands…
That there is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When the President says
that you must kill…
There is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When your commanding officer
says that you must torture…
There is no justification,
for abusing another hu man being.
When someone belongs
To another race…
There is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When someone expresses love
but it does not look the same as mine…
There is no justification,
For abusing another human being.
When your loved one lies and cheats…
There is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When gossips lie and ruin your reputation…
There is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When you feel disrespected,
want to start a brawl…
There is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When someone is poor
not in your “class”
There is no justification,
for abusing another human being.
When we completely understand
this concept and practice it in our lives
We will have peace.
War Can Never Bring Peace
By Dinesh Sharma, from India
War can never bring peace
I wish I could stop this war
I wish I could stop all wars
please stop this war
Your bombs are killing life
That we moms spent months to make
And years of love to nurture
Is it all in vain?
War can never bring peace.
Can't you feel the sorrow of mother?
Who lost everything sunday last!
Can't You hear the crying of loved ones?
Can't you see their tears?
War can never bring peace.
I am afraid of TV
I don't dare to switch it on
Coz it brings so much pain home
Coz it brings the sorrow home
Oh! please stop all wars.
True Peace
By Walterrean Salley, from U.S, Savannah
Folks greeting those they meet.
Children playing in the street.
People working hand in hand
For the better of the land.
Atonement with the great I Am.
Lion resting with a lamb.
World leaders shaking hands—
In truth —not because they can.
Sacrificing at all cost
To minimize potential lost.
Such, the face of true peace,
Would bring the world much relief.
May strife and fighting ever cease
And “true” peace be increased.
Transitory Peace
By John B Hayes
Oh yes I remember the time
When all was well with me
I would hear the clock chime
After I had had my tea
I was at nana’s house
A place of sanctuary
No more for me the madness
Outside that haven of sanity
Oh yes I remember the time
When we had to leave
I cried and hugged my nana
Her love I could perceive
She wiped away my tears
A little boy so naïve
Swept along the way
A lifetime yet to retrieve.
To Peace
By Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu, from India
O Peace! For ages haven't we invoked
Your grace by chanting your name ceaselessly?
We're sorely tired; our voices are choked:
Must you still evade us mercilessly?
What will you accept as our libation?
In vain we've offered you, at various stages,
Of Faith and Hope a sweet distillation.
'Labour' too failed to win you as 'wages'.
Ah! You're too precious to be won cheaply!
For you costlier things we need to barter.
We must place, one by one, successively,
The rarest things at your holy alter-
These being Love, Sacrifice, Selflessness,
Compassion, Contentment and Generousness.
Time for peace
By Maria C. Pires Costa, from Portugal
Oh, Manhattan!
How exciting and magical you were yesterday!
With your tall, magnificent buildings,
Far from this catastrophic view -
Great pain, destruction, and all dark smoke
In today's morning so grey!
Innocent people lie around You now.
Their cries keep being heard, though.
They have left an urgent message
For all of us to be humble and wise
And to let solidarity fully grow.
Thousands of hearts riven by grief
Spending their days in distress
Just longing for a time
Bringing all the world nothing better than Peace!
There Will Be Peace
By Jeff Fleischer, from Kentucky
There will be peace.
Do not fear.
From your eye,
Wipe that tear.
There will be peace.
Do not worry.
Just do not be in such a hurry.
There will be peace, just wait.
This situation is not our fate.
There will be peace.
Do not become discouraged.
Be brave and have some courage.
There will be peace.
Not right away.
But when it comes,
You will surely cherish that day.
The Way to Peace
By Matt Pocock
Forget about your country's history
To hell with all the zionistic imagery
The grudges that you hold don't matter really
I don't care about your religious integrity
Who cares if they fired SCUD's and killed your children?
Peace will be with all if you can love them
Forget about your fake democracy
It doesn't matter if some of your voters seem to disagree
The prisoners that you hold don't matter really
I don't care about your political integrity
Who cares if they were the cause of 9/11?
Peace will be with all if you can love them
Forget about your hatred for Mugabe
If you cut him, he will surely bleed
The corpses that you hold don't matter really
I don't care about your family's integrity
Who cares if he feels more of a man by killing them?
Peace will be with all if you can love him
Forget about your devastating enemy
Don't worry about the countless chargeless detainees
The borders that you hold don't matter really
I don't care about your cultural integrity
Who cares if they've still been judged to be olympian?
Peace will be with all if you can love them
Forget about your country's civil liberties
Don't worry about the terrorist LTTE
The buddhist monks you hold don't matter really
I don't care about your Sinhalan integrity
Who cares if you're ignored by all the UN?
Peace will be with all if you can love them
The Path to Peace
By Roger Mather, from Iowa, U.S
This Far Eastern tale is to us very relevant,
Of three blind men who encountered an elephant.
"It's a wall," one man cried,
As he touched its tall side.
"But it's a rope, without fail,"
Said the next, hands on tail.
"Oh no, it's the trunk of a tree,"
On feeling a leg, said the last of the three.
With these words, our story ends.
It appears that the three men stayed friends.
For this to happen, you can be quite sure
Each of them had to get the whole picture.
So when with a person you disagree,
You may eye-to-eye yet readily see
If you compare your perspectives --- And spare the
invectives.
The Nights Bring No Peace
By Iohannes Silvaticus, from The North
And you lure me from sweet sleep
Into nightscapes and lucid dreams,
By which hellfire the demons play
Amongst mazey labyrinths and sulphurous haze.
In such incarceration do I lie,
Midst choking smoke and slow decay.
Mortal Beauties doomed by Fates
Resonate pleas to unfeeling walls
And take comfort in replays -Awaiting the rise of the Morning Star,
Awaiting impartial judgement to be made,
Awaiting the unfold of their dismay.
What medals that may line his breast,
Unsheathed my lance shall pierce his chest.
No infernal glory he may display
Shall avert me from this Orphic task
Laced with far more blood and hate.
Without a qualm shall I this Dragon slay.
But with time I do come to see
Her flair for conceal of treachery
That led to this unholy way -
That the beauty she did possess
Only gave me greater pains -
By and by my Love was no Euridyce.
So beneath tumultuous sheets still I lay,
For the Adversary to forebode the break of day.
The Grace of Peace
By Michael P. Johnson, from U.K
Disturbed upon my bed I lie
With blankets in a heap
Oh Lord dear God again I cry
Please grant Your servant sleep
Please show me where I'm going wrong
What now I ought to do
That I in peace may sing my song
And know I'm pleasing You
For You are God, Father and King
The Lamb on Heaven's throne
Creator Lord of everything
And life's true Cornerstone
Your majesty will see no end
Your power will remain
Yet as my God my trusted friend
Please take away my pain
Remove the burden from my heart
The baggage of despair
Command the turmoil swift depart
That I may peace declare
Destroy this plague this grievous woe
Demand the storm to cease
Sever the bridle of the foe
And give me inner peace
The future though I may not see
And though my pasts of shame
I'm reaching out to victory
In Jesus' mighty na me
Whatever must be sacrificed?
Until this fight is won
My faith is in The living Christ
My hope is in Your Son.
The Figure of Peace
By Hebe Mitchell, from Cyprus, UK
How still though art,
In peace though depart,
No more sorrows thou shall know,
No tears, no grief,
Just joy where you go.
We poor beings are living in hell,
But though the heavens of Earth now shalt tell,
As we stand here we plead,
Just one word do say, up there are thou gay!
No answer doth come from that figure of Peace,
Nothing but silence that mocks us to cease,
And so we shall wait until we do die,
to meet our dear friend in the heavens so high,
Till then we must live through this world full of grief,
Trust in God and be strong.
In our only belief.
The Drummer Boys of Peace
By O Anna Niemus
Mercy's peace
has her own drummer boys..
they tap out their beats
on metal pots
Peace has her flags
… the leaves in the wind
They are the flags of 1 nation
and of all.. all for one
one for all
She has her orators
… the babbling brooks..
the waterfalls' roar
.. the rivers' murmurs
the seas' omkar
(Omkar: repetition of Om)
Smile a Step To Peace
By Marvin Brato Sr, from Philippines
Man is thought to be tough,
Inside-out… rough!
Cast as a man of steel,
A fighter…
Equalizer…
Lover.
Joy is in my heart as I live on this land,
Often zealous if my honor still stand.
Human sometimes does not mind what others say,
Nor I care if ever they do not like to stay.
My concern is only peace & prosperity,
Amongst all men in this confused society.
Rebellion is not an ultimate to protest.
God's mercy & guidance shall put to rest,
All our sorrows and discontentment.
Talk peacefully to settle hated arguments,
Or just mainly start an honest smile.
River Roads of Peace
By Paul McCann, from Ireland, Belfast
Poetry like ploughshares have dug the dirt away
opening a road on blood stained hardened clay.
Earthened shells buried deep in different hollow holes.
Guests of war remain at peace.
Heal their souls.
As we have forgiven those may they forgive us.
Our hatred is uprooted.
Peace lies in the dust.
Cornered not by chains or imprisioned by the guilt,
peace is like a river that washed away the blood we spilt.
Etched into forever our souls will someday be,
in the place God reserves for you my friend and me.
Poem for Peace
By Frank Bana
There is much peace in this young planet
Whenever we’re amazed and silent
There is more silence than yet encountered
Where we command our traffic to a halt
More energy than we have manufactured
Is generating in our resting
The music to affirm our species
Is infant in the frets on our guitars
It will be a necessity, a hunger, to embrace
And occasionally to suffocate, the chaos
To dream new revolutions, smarter
Than the ways of fragmentation in which we’re led -
Revolutions weaving all complexity
Into a fine and trusted net,
Of safety, method and community
That is simple, and at peace, at last.
Future children and other people:
You may not realize this peace or hunger,
And as I am no seer, I propose
In one day, or world, it will appear.
Peace, Peace, Peace
By Viola B. Jelinek, from Madison, Tennessee
In the Bible-God says, let there
be peace among all nations.
Peace is something to cherish
and behold…whether in heart
or in soul; peace in Spirit, and in
mind…gives us the feelings to be kind
Peace among group's …minority, black
and white…leads us to do what's right
Peace in our cities, homes, and towns
is what we all need…if it can be found
Peace in the world…among all Nations,
is just what we need for self-presentation.
Peace in our lives, with family and friends
Will help make us all ready… when God descends
But there can be no peace, without,
"God's intervention", so let us all
"Accept Him, " and have a world convention.
Peace Seeker
By Shimon Weinroth
I am a sucker for
rumors about peace
treaties and cease fires
willing to believe
what I want, to come true
the slightest hint an armistice
is in the makiing,
perks up my spirits
ignites my hopes
already I am making plans
it'so easy to fool me
again and again
my moral fiber
no better than others,
yet has faith, reasonance in tune
with the circadian rythmn
of the man in the moon
from armistice to Oslo
The road map and Geneva
al all children of what i want
I am trapped by desires, fantasies
and dreams that have not come true
Peace or Poverty
By Sonali Shah, from England
Their skin soaks up the heat
Leaving it as black as the midnight sky,
Their eyes wide, white, pleading
Begging to the passersby.
They litter the street
Half naked bodies,
Red and colouring their feet
Searching for a entrance
A door out of the circle of poverty.
Poverty means destruction
Destruction means fear
Behind locked doors we sit in early evening
Too scared to see a black face
Terrified of black feet crossing the threshold.
But why be fearful of your slaves,
Those you whip and beat
Treating like the dirt from the doormat
Where you wipe your feet.
Role diversity causes poverty
Poverty destroys peace
But peace minus poverty
Means Equality should increase.
Peace left Behind
By Scott Johnson
An inspiration for the days, that nothing goes as planned,
A wave on the beach, as you play in the sand,
Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be there.
A star in the sky, when you admire in awe,
A leaf on a tree, that turns in the Fall,
Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be th ere.
And we are left with our past, that we keep in our head,
The memories we made, the tears that we shed.
We leave you to rest, to watch us with care,
Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be there.
Peace in My Heart
By Kristopher Scott, from L.A
You must understand when i say
beware of humans in search of prey
of there own kind, must kill to get ahead
the ones who don't see, end up dead
on my planet its unfortunate
plague of poverty, ambitions to make it
clever plots to better the future
ignorant ways, life with no structure
accelerating through the path of destruction
hate to be led, but we need some instruction
on how to survive and live with our kind
selfless acts, no one left behind
easy to fight, difficult to live in peace
thoughts of hate need to be deceased
unfortunate but true, we will never change
your crazy if you think peace is in range
peace of mind is what i strive for
won't quit, i'm sure i can endure
must stay a step ahead, with a plan 'B'
they think i'm blind, trust me i see
don't take me for others you've met in the past
why do people continue to let the nonsense last
some think they comprehend, but you really don't
attempts to play me for a sucker, you truely won't
will take my steps with much discretion
if provoked, expect an attack with such aggression
caged brained, can't excape the thoughts it will create
america's wars, add them to the crime rate
wasting my time with thoughts of a better outcome
keep my thoughts straight, a better man i will become
Peace in My Eyes
By Shrija Chavali
The sound of a distant cannon,
The incoherent shout of a General,
The ground oozing out mineral –
A battlefield in 1982, Lebanon.
What a war it was, terrible,
Not like any other seen before.
And I like my brothers four
Was forced to go to battle.
The sights I saw, the smells I smelt,
Still haunt me in my bed.
Even now they’re in my head –
The worst things I’ve ever felt.
But now, years after the war,
I see that things aren’t better.
In fact, the wars are now dirtier
And more gruesome by far.
Why, oh why do we fight,
What do we fight for?
Money, Love, Power? Or
A display of our might?
Money, it is ephemeral,
Love is the opposite of war;
A fool is he who fights for power,
So there’s no good reason at all.
Peace, Peace, I crave for peace,
That wonderful beacon of light;
That glorious ray of hope that might
Give, to the lock of violence, a key.
Let us all pray and pray
For, we are all one.
What does it matter if it is
Arabia or Lebanon?
World peace we can never get,
For there will always be war.
But can’t we all pray for
All the peace we can get?
What, oh what is this peace,
What is it all about?
I’ll feel at peace when we shall
All live in harmony;
Without bias on cast or creed
Or religion, race or skin,
For, are we all not
God’s kith and kin?
Peace Be with You
By Rajaram Ramachandran, from India, Mumbai
Oh God! I need a quiet place,
Where flows the nectar of peace,
Not that kind of dead peace,
In the grave, one finds with ease.
I went to the Himalayas Mountain,
But peace there was no certain,
As the solitude tore my mind,
A little peace when I tried to find.
I heard good spiritual lectures,
Those from eminent preachers,
For peace, I left no place unturned,
But with a perturbed mind I returned.
Tell me, oh God, that unknown place,
Where lies that elusive peace,
What I need, now I can find,
So, I’ll have peace of mind.
God answered, “Hey you fool,
First learn to keep yourself cool,
Don’t search elsewhere out,
But dive deep into your heart.”
“Peace isn’t an object that lies outside,
But it’s a feeling that’s generated inside.
Learn to cultivate peace in your heart.
To enjoy this peace, better you now start.”
“Know this I’m in your heart.
I fill it up with peace quite a lot.
This divine peace when you merit,
No need to go elsewhere for it.”
Peace and Pieces
By Fahmina Arjumand Misha, from India
peace of mind and pieces of mind
easy to find and hard to define
peace of heart and pieces of heart
present when together and absent when depart
peace of love and pieces of love
happy if it's true and sad if its bluff
peace of family and pieces of family
good when sharing and worst when breaking
peace of soul and pieces of soul
good or bad our deeds play a lead role
peace of world and pieces of world
its p rice less as it cannot be bought or sold
peace to sleep and pieces of sleep
relaxes when deep and breaks with even a beep.
Peace and peace and peace
By Lovina Sylvia Chidi, from Germany
Peace,
Bring it on
Peace, peace
You do no wrong
Peace, peace, peace
You are strong
Stronger then hatred
Stronger than fear
Stronger than the dark powers
of a troubled mind
Peace
Stay with me
Peace, peace
Flee not, try to be kind
Peace, peace, peace
Why hath thou so tough to find?
Peace and Gentle Notions
By Barry Van Allen
When we awoke this morning,
I felt a strange and different flow in me,
and my thoughts were filled,
with peace and gentle notions.
As the sun was setting late last night,
there was a chill of night descending,
that was chased away by love, somehow,
and a feeling of affection.
As our sleep was closing in,
I felt the smiles on our faces,
and as we held each other closely,
while confined in open spaces.
And, though I can't remember much today,
I still, somehow see us walking,
hand in hand on flowered earth,
without speaking, we were talking.
I can still remember, reaching out to you,
kissing and caressing you,
then drifting off to dreamland,
holding on to you still.
It's really not much wonder that,
when we awoke this morning,
I felt a whole new flow in me,
and I ignored all warnings.
You felt like a new drug to me,
my heart absorbed the potion,
though straight and tall,
I took it all, and felt the surge,
… of peace and gentle notions.
Peace, Hope, Faith
By Tami Gee
Happiness to me denied
lost and drifting, search for I
what a loathsome lie.
Love promised and once fulfilled
no sooner found than is killed
hearts longing stilled.
Peace, once I knew its way
once grasped, it refused to stay
Not one more day.
Hope, that shining star ahead
pulled from my hand instead
Hope no more, it is dead.
Faith, what is left when there is no more
Faith knows not the future
for me in this lonely world.
Do You Want Peace?
By Elangovan Selvapperumal
Shiva is Passim
Shiva your universal presence felt;
for enemies dooms already spelt
your miracles even stones melt
you, my enemies already dealt
Shiva stops my wrong ways
and my games he plays
he is merciful, world says
your troubles, his blessings chase!
Shiva! make me financially sound!
in your hands protection I found
make me ever well off
you have given Parvathy, left off
Shiva my case you judge,
let my argument cutting-edge,
see complainant gets crushing humiliation,
and get my just jubilation,
Shiva! you are Sun- shine in mist
for my enemies, prove iron-first,
you are devotees precious gift
enroll me in your devotees list;
Let me have successful fight,
after all I am right,
bring the thieves to light
Shiva! so high your kite!
Believers in Shiva are sapphires!
their troubles he slowly fires!
their lives he makes excellent
everywhere they are brilliant,
For Non- descript feel no scare;
Shiva always minds your welfare!
Your concerns he does share!
enemies he’s going to tear!
Shiva! your glories I sing!
happiness in my life, bring!
you are heart- land king!
to your feet, I ever Cling!
You are full of imagination
Shiva! kill my petty botheration
for my enemies, work ruination
let your test have limitation
from struggles bless me salvation
for you, I have temptatio n
save me, without feeling hesitation
in battle, get me jubilation
‘Shiva’ is excitement and sensation
defeat my enemies with humiliation
Turn my suffering into jollification
work out my life- beautification
with you is my association
Shiva has my welfare concentration
From sadness, happiness you make
Shiva! come for heaven’s s ake!
incarnation now you must take
to save justice from fake!
On you, my hopes I pin,
Change my enemies to dustbin
Shiva! let my side always win!
As the case filed by morally thin!
Shiva! reinforce my confidence, Courage!
my enemies’ plans quash, damage
in your service I engage
devotion to you, my heritage
To serve you, my obligation
to protect me, your operation
wonderful are Shiva your creation
towards you, I have strong fascination
@Surrender is easiest mode,
Arjuna took that road,
Krishna transferred Arjuna’s load,
this is spiritual code.
Krishna rushes to your call
he is all in all
in Mahabharatha he stands tall
he never allows me fall
To serve you, my obligation,
to protect me, your operation,
wonderful are Shiva your creation
towards you, I have strong fascination
Krishna and Shiva both same!
God has different variety name
it is high time he came
and put enemies to shame
To serve is my obligation
to protect me, you r operation
wonderful! Shiva your creation
towards you, I have strong fasc ination.
In your service, I dedicate
with your devotees I associate,
Shiva! enemies-plans, you frustrate
on your name I always concentrate!
through circumstances, You communicate
With you, my side always won
troubleshoots, is your gun
life has been badly run
Shiva! at least now add fun
Man having sacred ash
has Shiva’s blessings- cash
devotees meditating Shiva ever
he will their sufferings sever
Shiva has surprises in store!
2007 was year of bore
2008 opens more opportunities door
success follows more and more
My Knowledge doesn’t invent
your service it underwent
sorrows, defeats you prevent
Shiva you are permanent
Technology touches the sky
Shiva is ever so high
Mobiles gadgets you buy
Tsunamis, Quakes don’t die
Krishna Margazhi your favourite month!
You are present, breadth and length
Rush as re- incarnation The Tenth
put my troubles to death
Make me rich to exist
In your service I persist
my enemies you fight, resist
to get success Shiva! assist
Shiva is force invisible
praying you is sensible
to serve you, desirable
make enemies’ designs miserable
My troubles Shiva you shoot!
ever I adore your foot!
your heart I did loot!
devotion to you, ideal route!
Eagle for Peace
By Robert Rampani, from Bridgeton, MO
I watched an eagle fly
high up in the sky.
Why must he fly so high,
I asked myself why?
He flies so gracefully,
with each stroke of wing.
As I watch him glide,
my heart simply sings.
With power and confidence,
he moves through the air.
Always displaying wisdom,
and does it with a flair.
His power, strength and freedom,
represents our great land.
This majestic bird, a symbol,
to live in peace, as a band.
The eagle and I extend peace,
to all the world.
With love in our hearts,
for all to understand.
Eternal Peace
By Bonnie Collins, from Middletown New York
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
the tides rode ashore and called my name
Answering, with only gigantic waves rushing
against the rocks thrashing with torrid winds
of rage, I stood there helplessly
Pleading with all my might for you to take
me from this island of hell, take me to
to where torture, tears and fright no longer
have an existence
Blowing away fading as far as I could see,
the calmness rushed in, along with the blackened
sea turning to a hue of eternal blue skies
with a soft effervescing of an eternal peace……..
Feeling of Peace
By Margaret Alice, from South Africa
Feeling the familiar comfort of
mystery words flashing in front
of me, safely ensconced in the
magic of the theories contained
therein
My existential angst subsides, my
fear of life’s incomprehensible
duties nullified, my fear of trying
to do things I cannot, is ebbing
away
Only the feeling of peace
and comfort stay…
God's Peace
By Bob Gotti, from New Jersey, U.S
There is a peace available, in troubled times, but not to all, A peace available all the time, greater than peace of mind, And this peace goes everywhere, to handle every tiny care, But it has no limits to, the problems it can see you through.
The peace that I’m speaking of, will only come from above, Peace God gives to His own, flowing down from His throne, The peace of God all receive, when by faith they do believe, The Gospel Truth of His Son, Christ, who died for everyone.
Though He died, now He lives, as this peace to us He gives, Sent to believers in this life, to shelter them from daily strife, The Holy Spirit is God’s agent, in whom God’s peace is sent, The Spirit is our true comforter, giving us peace in trials sore.
This peace for us is secured, by the work done by The Lord, And the only part left for us, is to place in The Lord our trust,
Then with a loving nod, Christ sends to us the peace of God, A peace into a believer’s heart, that from God will not depart.
Peace always there for those, keeping eyes on He who rose, Who gave to them a new life, centered in the peace of Christ, This as that believer lives, through the Spirit that Christ gives,
Providing them God’s peace, in their heart that will not cease.
Great Peace
By Bernice Hooks, from U.S, California
Peace is making your calling and election sure;
Enjoying the fruits of the Holy Spirit you will endure;
Fruits such as love, joy, peace and patience against which there is no
law;
Peace is friendship with the Savior and before Him bow;
Great peace is promised to those who love God's law;
And being offended at nothing is nice because;
Peace is not worrying about anything;
Your trust is in God and you love to sing:
Glory to God in the highest and on earth good will toward men;
Peace is a gift from God our Father when you allow Jesus to come in.
One Person Cannot Bring Peace
By Francis Duggan
One person cannot bring peace to our World but when millions of good people unite
And march for peace in every village, town and city the war inclined may see some light
Beyond the darkness that surrounds them and through the windows of their soul
The light of change may even penetrate we can change others by thought control.
Gandhi brought great change through nonviolence no g reater power than people power
Divided good people are defeated and their flower of peace is a wilting flower
But united we can bring about change as peace never comes through the gun
The dead never hear the birds singing at the going down of the sun
Refugee camps all over the World are crowded with war refugees
Billions are spent on war weaponry and little on poverty and disease
In the news each day we hear of violence and too much of war and terror we hear
The war men with their war on terror have found new ways of spreading fear.
Amongst the fearful population who believe everything that they say
We lose our own sense of direction when respect to such people we pay
You show some people a flowering garden they only see weeds and decay
And any hope of peace will keep on fading as long as the negative have things their own way.
Oh Prince of Peace
By Mary M. Coughlin, from Florida, U.S
Gentle Lord, Oh Prince of Peace,
Grant that soon all wars will cease.
Listen to the children crying.
Listen to the grown folks sighing.
All around the world ther's groaning
Longing for those lost they're moaning.
Gentle Lord, Oh Prince of Peace,
Grant that soon all wars will cease.
Soften all the hearts of men,
Whom all the world they'd gladly pen
Within their walls and do not care
How many hands are wrung in deep despair.
Gentle Lord, Oh Prince of Peace,
Grant that soon all wars will cease.
Make the warriors throughout creation
Lay down their arms in every nation
Promising to live in loving peace;
Letting joy once more increase.
Gentle Lord, Oh Prince of Peace,
Grant that soon all wars will cease.
My Dream: A vision of Peace
By ToddMichael St. Pierre, from U.S, new Orleans
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak,
And see the soon-to-be we seek.
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it's time to try,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly,
A place in DREAMS I know so well,
The sea inside a single shell.
Far across the living sea,
A pale blue possibility,
Beyond the castles made of sand,
Tomorrow in a small child's hand.
Only DREAMERS need apply,
Where the ocean meets the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
A common ground for one and all,
Behind the crystal waterfall,
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream,
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.
Imagine such a goal in sight,
For red and yellow, black and white…
New Delhi, Beijing, Kenya, Rome,
Earth is the place that we call home.
Baghdad, Belfast, Tel Aviv,
One race HUMAN, we still believe,
Come DREAM with me…
Where the forests reach the sky,
Wake to DREAMS, and don’t be shy.
We’ll DREAM the world a thorn-less rose;
We’ll plant then watch it as it grows.
We’ll conquer hate with DREAMS of hope,
We’ll DREAM one big kaleidoscope.
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin,
It's time to trust the truth within.
This is where we seek and find…
A place called PEACE for humankind.
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high,
Where the forests reach the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Now, listen close, the future calls…
'Build your bridges and tear down walls! '
For time has taught and so it seems,
Realities are born of DREAMS!
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Memory of Peace at Heart
By Zoe Sem, from Australia, Sydney
Worn away by the hands of time
In days with memories so sublime
The rust upon ones heart to date
Hope of lonely nights to be not ones fate
The moon alone is deep at peace
From night to day the suns release
Witness to billions of wishes and tears
Cause of decease of so many fears
For the heart and soul a delicate flower
Hides the glorious unknowing power
Emotional healing for the being with praise
Embracing knowledge of truth in the haze
Let's Give Peace a Chance
By Patricia Cox Napoli, from Springfield, PA
Can peace be attained in a war-torn world
Or is his a dream never to be fulfilled
Could war be replaced as love unfolds
Is there a special secret yet to reveal
I say we must all give peace a chance
No matter what obstacles lie in the way
For even Christ when pierced by the lance
Could still forgive mankind anyway
We must all walk with our brother hand in hand
It does not matter though he be white, red or black
Be forever ready to solve conflicts when we can
Seek peace in the future, forgive and not look back
Ghandi taught love and peace and so did Martin Luther King
Wars still came since hearts refused to reflect and listen
And in the past another tried and they crucified him
So you must show love and give peace a chance to glisten
And whether you are Catholic, Protestant or Jew
Give peace a chance, over and over, again and again
Let God take reign in your heart, making all things new
Thereby making all races, colors and creeds your friend.
Let Us Live in Peace
By Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie, from Congo
Let us live in peace
Among ourselves
That is our natural instinct
Let us live in peace
Among ourselves
That is our only way forward
Let us live in peace
Among ourselves
That is how we will befriend freedom and justice
Or otherwise…
Heaven only knows
What will happen
To our beloved Congo
Lasting Peace
By Vor or ivor.e hogg, Durham U.K
They laid creeping barrage down
in preparation for the push.
It was a pearler Mrs Brown
and turned the battleground to mush.
The effing noise was deafening
and then the silence even worse.
I saw the sergeant beckoning
my fervent prayer became a curse.
The first lieutenant leas us though
over the top into the mud
We had no choice we had to go
Though why I’ve never understood.
We couldn’t charge we had to trudge
There seemed to be no solid ground
the effing world was full of sludge
and if you fell you would be drowned.
We over ran a German trench
much like the one we left behind.
It had the same familiar stench
and like our own badly designed.
How I survived I do not know
But I got home still in one piece
I still feel guilty sometimes though
And seldom sleep the night in peace.
Remember then the fighting men,
The men like simple Sammy Brown.
Who lived to see his home again
unlike his mates who were mown down.
Though Sammy lived to ninety three
he never could forget the past.
He lies In Highgate cemetery
his epitaph reads Peace at last.
Justice, Peace and Love
By Michael P. Johnson, from New Silksworth, Sunderland
For justice, truth and peace to flow
Love too has fruit to bear
United must become all four
And practiced everywhere
True justice cannot stand alone
It needs of truth and peace
When love becomes the corner stone
Sweet fruit will never cease
Let's drink The Truth as sweet old wine
Let love live not in vane
Mix justice now with peace divine
Allow harmony reign
For justice without love is nought
Peace without truth’s a lie
Until the world this fact is taught
Condemned she’s bound to die
To facts of life she must be wise
Her children need to see
Until they look with open eyes
Salvation cannot be
When truth and peace they understand
When love becomes her root
When justice lifts her outstretched hand
She’ll bear the sweetest fruit
Let candour be a constant guide
Integrity wear a crown
Impartiality reign in side
With love as wedding gown
Allow love’s wisdom steadfast rule
Truth’s knowledge change one’s heart
Let peace become our daily tool
Let justice play her part.
Joy and Peace and Love
From Carmela Patterson, from U.S, L.A
Year's end is swiftly encroaching,
Leaving the present year behind,
The New Year is fast approaching,
The goals we sought, did we find?
Were we satisfied with mediocrity?
Did we strive for so much less?
Did we flaunt an air of superiority?
Did we make of ourselves a pitiable mess?
The time is coming for a new resolution
The New Year offers new promise and h ope
We plead with God for His absolution
And trust in His mercy to help us cope.
Starting afresh, let us begin the New Year
By recalling His Tenets and His Law
Remembering that He is always near
Ready to catch us if and when we fall.
Seas may rage and oceans may heave
And fall we shall ~ but do not always fear it
For Jesus told us that He will never leave
Through the Power of His Holy Spirit.
Spiritual things are seen and unseen
It is within the soul we come to know it;
In evaluating our walk we see where we've been
Growing in holiness ~ or ~ wallowing in sin
Forgiveness is needed without a doubt
And when it is given we want to shout
for and with
Joy and Peace and Love
All Blessings from God above!
Joy and Peace and Love!!
Joy and Peace and Love!!!
Is Peace by God the Whole Pictured Plan
By Michael Gale, from Oklahoma
Put one foot in front of thy other…
Helping of man to man should not be a bother fro' any other brother.
Brother of man…
Yes ye can.
Should shared assistance be the master plan? …
That's how life's rules should be planned as ran.
Why be alive and living in 'The Brotherhood Of Man'? …
If we cannot dole out peace in God's own land?
Why be a slave to terror of the heart? …
Why be a whore to war's own art?
Let's all help out our own fellow man…
Yes we can-That should be the whole master plan, all you old and young woman or man.
Inner Peace
By David Moe, from Alaska
So much has been written
About peace in the world,
Peace on earth, peace be with you,
Shalom.
Peace is more
Than the absence of war,
More than tolerance
More than acceptance.
There can never be peace
Between individuals or nations,
Until we are at peace with ourselves
That inner peace that passes understanding.
In Search of Peace
By Fay Slimm, from U.K
Peace will not come easy
If we skirt the need for care.
This essential space
Where we embrace
The other, if they're there.
If we don't look in the corners
Where dust has covered in
Every vestige of humility.
Where shall we begin?
This search for peace is ancient
So the sages seemed to say.
They too left home
And hearth, to roam
And find, without delay
This feeling all too absent
From the life of yesterday..
Peace itself though is not far
It's but a choice away.
A choice to feel or not to feel
This blissful trait, …Today.
This place where, deep and hidden
Lies contentment. That's the key.
We must find this to find our peace
Whatever else may be
Before, or now. The thing is how
To set our spirit free..
So will this sheer elation
Which comes with joi-de-vivre,
Reject the devastation
Which besets us, to deceive
With causing nothing helpful
In our quest to make belief
In Peace a goal. Oh yes
Our pursuit, this fine pursuit
Is for true happiness.
So, to find this 'sadness-antidote'
Let's begin, , for what it's worth.
Let's put Peace within our heart.
For as long as we're on earth.
In A world of Peace
By Charles M Moore, from Glasgow Scotland
In another constellation
live another you and I
happy to be with one another
so in love and so alive
perhaps they both have children
could it be their wars have ceased
or maybe they're not hungry
living in a world of peace
Look above and you will see them
they're not difficult to find
view your soul, and be them
test your heart and test your mind
we have so much life in common
a date with destiny to keep
it only takes a word well-spoken
and life on earth would live in peace.
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A Spaniard Named Charlie
By Professor Paul John Amrod, from U.S
He played the euphonium in a highschool band
The instrument, the trombone he did reprimand
He found the tone quite annoying and nasal
Performing at football games was absolutely anal
He continually could not learn a formation
Leaving him speechless in total desolation
Was a beautiful Tenor, sang like James Nabors
But from the maidens he received no favors.
Hated the voice of Mr. John Lee Hooker
Maybe for a nun he was a fine good looker
Wasn’t too flabbergasted from Modern Jazz
Hated to be called by the nickname Chas
If you were a fan of Mr. Eric Burdon
You were suspicious of drinking hard bourbon
He was a prince from the house of Osborne
A fine trimmed vest was what to be worn.
This Spaniard was given the name Charlie
He avoided any drink made from barley
Never embraced the island of Reggae
The rhythms left his head in total disarray
The action of delinquents made him forlorn
Was a sensitive sissy since the day he was born
Screamed in frustration because of Bob Marley
And emptied the tires of Hell’s Angels’ Harleys
God bless him he was a rambunctious vigilante
Always stealing cookies from his mother’s pantry
He blew his lid over every cocky wise guy
Known to deliver a punch resulting in a black eye
Bottled up an anger and cooking with vengeance
Trying to correct all wrong with a grievous penance
Never could be caught with irresponsibility
Wasn’t very gifted with his style of inflexibility
High pressure was his key to testosterone
Exercising while slurping a melting icecream cone
Long lost his sense of cooperation and a collective
Never was there idleness or time to be reflective
Played Basketball because of his towering height
Slam dunking creating commotion and needless fright
Oh this Spaniard was a gentleman with suspenders
Pulling them up not resembling a doubtful pretender
Wanted to create fear with his boisterous nature
He proudly invented his own style of nomenclature
His entire manner would appear to be somewhat ludicrous
Especially if he felt all was senseless and absurdly superfluous
Subjective with no ability to see the way of others
Only his perceptive wouldn’t be stilled and smothered.
Pointing his fingers vehemently as what should disappear
Was terribly jealous of the vocal talents from a Gondolier
He was never truly cherished and given the love he needed
Hence he was became discontent and depression proceeded.
Soon he will be a directionless soul sadly lost and impaired.
Searching for acceptance; twisted and irreparably despaired.
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Acting like a Chumsy Chimpanzee
Viewing unrested through the crowd insecurely
Hoping dearly he is loved and accepted surely
Cynically egoistic scorning his journalistic guests
Embarrassingly unhinged as he vehemently detests
alternatives to his mangled manner of thinking
while his janitor started his whiskey drinking.
Wearing a turban like good ’ol Sam the Sham
rubbing his crystal ball for the future scam.
Predicting there will be no horrid offenses
Ignoring the warnings of morbid consequences
“We have the situation totally under control ”
Hiding the truth inside his mysterious pigeonhole
My comrade Chuck called for a national emergency
as the public was ready for a complete insurgency.
Joe wrote an Op Ed about the lack of sincerity
while the partisan party started up their disparity.
The trade advisor wrote that the lack of immunity
and testing would result in a lost opportunity.
Take for example the incredible resource and effort
of South Korea with stringency they held the fort.
The absence of concern was highly irresponsible
as the viral onslaught showed he was the implausible.
Nonetheless our Prez is acting like a chumsy chimpanzee
wanting to reopen, commencing the clumsy jamboree.
The soulful compatriots are rising to the cause
with front line heroes who toil without pause.
Coming up with startling bizarre suggestions
breaking down his trust in total congestion.
Pushing the blame and not accepting his faults
playing with monkey business and somersaults.
Exiting closed chambers to his lovely rose garden
hearing the boos for his pitifully pathetic pardons.
Although he has been internationally criticized
for his recklessness he feels simply victimized.
Misunderstood for his gubernatorial approach
deceitfully disguising to masterfully encroach.
Calling his cronies all marvelously supportive
Nevertheless their futility is disturbingly abortive.
Regardless appearing, acting like a chumsy chimpanzee.
the Prez sits grinning always seeking out a pansy.
Being questioned about this dismal vernal gloom
Mike says the pandemic is behind us he assumes.
With false optimism he’s gleaming playing the fortuneteller
while his foolhardiness has him crawling in the cellar.
Unruffled by his critics he proceeds without a plan
wishing for a miracle to save him from the frying pan.
He exhibits his lack of confidence with a brutal attack
on any form of threat to hang him muzzled on the rack.
Exuding his lips and neck exposing his hidden fear
and grimacing abnormally as to logic he won’t adhere.
Sitting at the round table displaying his social distance
acclaiming a resurged economy is just sheer insistence.
Self-determination is our only form of natural activism
which is being strangled by their bullish calloused fascism.
In our window of freedom we can imagine a coming age
of the magnanimity of acceptance spoken from a Sage.
A terrestrial peace will reign healing us from outrage
leaving the chumsy chimpanzee on his lonely stage.
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Activism in Quarantine
To demonstrate our awareness we have chosen activism
while we ponder our existence in quiescent quarantine.
This silence brings a dichotomy of a perilous disaccord
muzzling advocates of justice as we enjoy idleness so serene.
Nevertheless we implore in peace an astute responsibility
with insight letting the watchdogs say freedom is unrestored
as the inequity is deplorably evident and dreadfully obscene.
Bailing out the murderous sinners inciting their stimulus
while abandoning the small business as unimportantly inferior.
Barraging the innocuous with anxiety causing bleak disparity
so very hostile with malintent is normalcy for the injurious.
The solution lies in courageousness to claim the unacceptability
of their meager attempts to dominate mankind to simply deter.
Being hoodwinked is a process of manipulating gullibility
Formulating your own opinion and the fortitude of stoicism
will resolutely endure defections of purpose giving uniformity.
We desire to interact and discuss the problems before us
Our darling children should in no fashion be rudely ignored
As the industrial complex forced Vietnam our student campus
reacted by protesting with an urgent style and demeanor.
An example of repulsively avoiding reality is inextricably
correlated with misdirected inadequacy and unaccountability.
Nature screams and revolts with its mistreatment giving impetus
to serious thought of methods of conservation instead of ineligibly
running poisons into the stratosphere like a twisted voyageur.
This Earth is a beatific gift which each human should cherish.
Reckless corporate enterprises dismiss the absolute necessity
of sharing their wealth devoid of sympathy and robust in animus.
Conceiving a new perception applying philanthropic objectivity
could spur equality and help the extremity to ultimately perish.
The inner city deindustrialized catastrophe would be overturned
commencing a phase of the rebirth of chastity quite recognizably.
The disconsolate masses will ask their Counselor to calmly intervene
giving us consolation uprooting depravation from wretched despotism.
Throughout our isolation we have felt this dilemma unforeseen
as the consequences irk our sensitivity to express all in lyricism.
The senseless vitriolic erosion of society will cease as a conspicuous
revolution of conscious with appear greeted so sympathetically.
Politicians must free themselves from their expenses and burn
the bridges to lobbyists reflecting upon the plight of the poor.
The applause will echo through the streets as our servants forswore
the iniquitous influence of smearing as life becomes so copious.
Their maintenance of our infrastructure will actually veritably
declare our elected officials as representing our upward turn.
Once each individual decides to vigorously support us as they reconvene.
in future days we will witness a convivial celebration of basic humanism.
The prerequisite of demolishing the system at large incites the harmonious
to persevere as our livelihoods sharing concern for our oceans and marine
life and our environmental preferences will then be acknowledged with revivalism.
The Age of Aquarius is soon upon us to remedy our vagueness with clarity
as our mutuality will reign while all the lionhearted enthusiastically supervene.
Once we begin to congregate and enjoy throngs of personalized solidarity
we will rejoice because of our deep reflectance while sharing collectivism.
4
Ailing Victims of Negligence
The listing of an epitaph evokes our citizen‘s compassion
reflecting upon the sentimental innocence of emotion.
Inquiring sensitively for contemplation with an adaption
of abandoning our frenetic nature to display devotion
to the principles of humanism in an immediate reaction.
It is difficult to perceive in this overwrought environment.
with an absence of idleness, to pause and give remembrance.
Aghast and dumbstruck while peering into abandonment
the virtues we together possess arouse the prenotion
of susceptibility to recollect our gracious heavenly inheritance.
Hence we undertake the virtually impossible calming of commotion
in the light of departing with our ailing victims of negligence.
The ferocious transmissible viral monstrosity has brought torment
isolating us from each other for a common cause of diligence.
Sheltering ourselves like hermits is the totally fulfilled embodiment
of sacrifice arising the kindhearted chastity we practice in quintessence.
The egoless unselfishness is gloriously personified as our seven oceans
reveal a sleeping mermaid who awakens a vital retroaction
to our maxims and aphorisms guiding us to foster elegance.
Manifesting a pluralistic community of a relative similitude
inspires our individuality while shedding light on benefaction.
As we remorse in unison our wailing brings us reassuring solitude
awakening the necessity of reconciliation and signs of encouragement.
The pitiful parting of our beloved is accompanied with a shower of tears
with no anointing or extreme unction of our ailing victims of negligence.
One iota of understanding for the perils of their treacherous desolation
brings a chilling dreariness indescribably disheartening conjuring up fears.
The unimaginably incalculable anguish reaches a summit and magnitude
of a massively abominable emptiness resulting in paralysation and inaction.
Reaching over a rumbling river flooding the senses to save souls we most revere
as the nurses risk exposure trying to ease the pains of this aggressive turbulence.
Still the irresponsibility until a transformation to a logical partisanship appears
will irk our culture with a tumultuous rage for our ailing victims of negligence.
Blessing their departure as the ascension of the Prince of Stars is the coaction
bringing the Holy Spirit through Pentecost devoid of insincerity and platitudes.
Praying in tongues will initiate the beatitudes setting forth the enravishment
of the City of God healing we earthlings as our loved ones receive their providence.
The reunification is foreseen through the proverbs and our faith is the fortitude
to patiently endure the challenges of existence in our brotherhood as we persevere.
Meanwhile we live the axiom of neighborly love glowing through our aura to include
each soul and their consequence as we share this moment of sorrow and lament.
5
An Erroneous Emperor and His Ludicrous Lackeys
In the absurdity of the ongoing procedures we see am emerging phenomena.
The choice of partisan fears has obscured common sense in this hideous dilemma.
Irrationality has obscured decency with ignorance and a flagrant pretentiousness.
Trying to hold their chin high while the waters keep rising threatening to swallow
them as the jester keeps swinging his fists as he screams and aggressively thwarts.
These days dominates utter lunacy of a mocking bird who reiterates his bloody tweets
squealing in a disfigured fashion with subverted threats so very lame and hollow.
This lion roars his choruses with a horrific bellowing style of total relentlessness
placing cotton in the ears with his malice tainted with distortion as he ruthlessly contorts.
Assist us to find some judicious method of clarification as the congress’ helpless courts
mull through proceedings with an obvious form of logic in total remorse and defeat.
Heeding only to his own childish selfish attitude his negative charisma depletes
hope as he undeniably favors his Slavic Mafia whether our armies are sadly swallowed.
Selling his soul to the satanic he explicitly conspires with a gang of hardened criminals.
Lost in his idleness he wheedles through each day in search of his loss of basic principles.
Lawyering and laundering and stealing in abundance collaborating while he entreats
to the lowest forms firing his competence while selling his golf courses and resorts.
Our erroneous emperor is without clothes as he convinces his ludicrous lackeys
to support his methods of egotism while blurting his repetitious nonsense as he wallows.
With the absence of decency his nightmare continues no matter how absurd and wacky
bringing his servants to their knees as they look in the mirror while worshiping Lucifer.
How can they carry on as they clasp to their infantile power refusing to honestly report
to the monkey on their shoulders not pondering a thought as it is their fool they follow.
Their mouths are not kissable as they blurt their lies twisting even more crooked and stiffer
than the broom up their asses as their style of reality is deformed and totally shabby.
Then we have our secretary of state grinning miserably with a disgusting cynical sneer
as he abandons our allies selling them to their Turkish enemies as our poor Kurds retreat.
As well the attorney general is rabidly chasing a pipe dream of conspiracy which disappears
in the twilight disregarding his responsibilities of due process uselessly tasteless and tacky.
God help us as our competent compatriots clarify their story of abuse of power and adhere
to the factual corroborating in unison abhorring the situation so perfectly candid and discreet.
Murky are the waters for our patrician is stirring up dirt to obscure his bluff as this racketeer
continues clinging to his self-indulgency while his fairy tale land truly seems to drip and differ.
Respect for the opinion of others and multicultural cooperation is ridden with hate and deceit
as children are in cages crying for their mothers as his heartlessness seems to simply persevere.
This erroneous monster, the leader of the free world, is ready for the next victim he will extort
while his lackadaisical lethargic lackeys will look on as usual as they quake and quack and quiver.
6
An Irony of Preposterousness
His jaws were as lopsided as a poor platypus
He behaved addlepated like a total ignoramus
Discombobulated and completely estranged
Falling over his steps twisted and disarranged
Can someone help this poor unwished urchin.
He’s lost on the way to Oz like an evil munchkin.
Striking like Rumpelstilzchen with his white supremacy
making a pact with the Ku Klux Klan with his savage secrecy.
Hypocritically playing innocent and turning our stomachs
Freezing the right wing on their proverbial lazy buttocks
Condemning all who do not please his twisted fancy
Unpredictable with his jargon and his pants are very antsy
Loving his followers responding to his blatant fascism
reflecting his heritage which all Germans left for realism.
Absurdly gyrating his left hand with an unnatural circle
irking the ghouls to come forward with another obstacle.
Close-minded from the get go to any other infallible program
Stumbling over his words without the use of his diaphragm
His guttural irrational impulses are cluttering our self-esteem
Claiming only a handful deserve the lost American dream
The four freshmen shyly sing their song as congresswomen
exceedingly rapturous for every righteous loving citizen.
This brings wrinkles to his brow and a burst a brutal vengeance
warning them with consequences provoking an NSA surveillance.
Blinded by hyped up Zionistic rhetoric he threatens the passive Persians
raising the eyebrows of intellects forging their astute controversion.
Hideous remarks initiating an investigation of his mental health
His denial is perverted by his extravagantly superfluous wealth
Plumply sneering into the camera, irritating all with his insincerity
Illogically stumbling with his hodgepodge devoid of all clarity
Mindlessly murmuring his jumbled presentation of myths so hysteric
He reminds one of a drunken monk or a sanctimonious cleric
Arousing his masses to a group of dangerous non-thinkers
screaming out mottos damned for their gestures like token clinkers.
Hallelujah for he will never reform, lost in his world of corrosion.
fracking and whacking his course and polluting our seven oceans.
The Antarctic is swelling with no homes for the penguins
as the Jet Stream distorts in rapidity with Slavic eastern winds.
The internal melting of our holy green island he seems to deny
as polar bears are in deep despair as their habitat does modify.
His incapacity to understand our climate change is colossal
Still digging for the last and lost energy disturbing all sacred fossils
We pray for his enlightenment although all hopes have been shattered
and wait hopefully for words of wisdom from a jovial Mad-Hatter.
Needlessly starting his re-election campaign with his silly gibberish
swimming through untredded waters with all of his jellyfish.
Reminiscing his days with all those talented big-time wrestlers
Being remembered as one of the idiotically greediest embezzlers
Oh Lord it is time for me to lay down my pen and stop searching for insults
and let Green Peace and Friday for Future begin the well-needed revolt.
7
Apathetic Cronyism of Dystopia
Our man of arms has released another belligerent crony
as the DOJ grinned displaying his wickedness and iniquity.
Grimacing incessantly engulfed in a hypocritical sanctimony
brassy and bold ignoring righteousness and basic human dignity.
Peering callousedly hardened wearing no antiseptic mask
Boasting as usual claiming the ordeal will suddenly disappear
Relieving his doctors from their undertakings and tedious task
Conveying irresponsibility while menacing all to domineer
each neighborly attitude amidst his obediently helpless staff.
Waiting for a shower of compliments yet the trusty umbrella
is unlatched as they bounce off obliquely from his photograph.
Despicably submerged in his horrible sense of image and self-worth
stumbling over words and phrases for his autobiographical novella.
His horoscopic tendencies have plagued him since his very birth
Heaven forbid the dismal consequences which all fall on his behalf.
Ridiculing his brotherly counterparts who miraculously do appear
to possess a different opinion regarding his foolhardy referenda.
Disemboweling all his predecessors like a reckless racketeer
Constantly frowning with perversity, being bland is his only mirth
Pillaging logical rationale with an outlook of sheer stupidity
Heartless without sorrow always staring grimly and so austere
consumed with banal fetishizing while he’s losing his cognizance.
Tweeting while encompassed by his blindness and torpidity
scribbling rubbish raging unscrupulously full of malarkey
pathologically overridden coveting his need for dominance.
Mutilating the checks and balances marking an new oligarchy
where he as our Prez controls his fate of ultimate irrelevance.
Nonetheless his protofaschistic apprehensions do not adhere
to our founders as they find us forlorn like a captured abductee.
Throwing children in cages is a derangement of utter insolence
while his karma carries its extra baggage setting up his monarchy.
King George the Third with Henry the Eighth simply ironically laugh
how the Yankees have bumped the heads on his aggrieving arrogance.
The grim reaper has his sickle harvesting the Wall Street financier
blundering over his speculations for an attractive form of epitaph.
This nightmarish reality has throngs of believers ready to succumb
to the starlit staircase as even the bravest soldiers die in timidity.
Enacting no justice with his horrific stuttering style so cumbersome
resigning to cowardice as he reiterates his shame with negligence
invoking a dystopia of directionlessness with a depraved malignity.
While each persona withdraws his aura carrying a candelabrum
the Paradise is waiting as each is chosen and anointed in reverence.
Remorsefully the remainder are subjects to an imbecilic mooncalf
who whistles Dixie to the rednecks and discusses his ludicrous nonsense.
The impervious apathetic cronyism sickens with a shameful indifference
while are stars and stripes are waving with no orders to fly half-staff.
The schism has been mastered for his own political ends as we become
lost sheep completely brow-beaten seeking for compassion and civility.
We needn’t despise each other as we share our thoughts and wisdom
and assist the destitute as they struggle through their moments of futility.
The blessings will be abundant while we receive our sacred deliverance
guiding the world ‘s citizens to euphoria healed from the glum and drear.
8
Celestial Regina
Sing a song to Juno, the queen of the asteroids
Ring a gong for Pluto, the whiz of the astral void.
Hear a whispering wind blowing softly through the vacuum
Sense the twisting memory of Juno's lavish perfume
Astronomers ponder the lesion of her planet
as she circles nearly each third year the sun.
Astrologers wonder why her influence is so titanic
with each title she possessed in her mythology.
The elusive description baffles scholars and done
is the speculation of her pompous regalia.
Whittling patterns of history
Matching the mystery of her paraphernalia
inducting a sensual twist to her prophesy.
With an ellipse guiding its chosen course
we gather our focus so overwhelmingly gigantic.
Juno, the mother of Mars and daughter of Saturn
Jupiter adored her with his tumultuous voice.
Giving exaltations as she protects our subtle turns
with a sense of due respect as her modest choice.
Peering through a gorgeous night
Heavenly bodies steal the sunlight
The eleventh dimension is where we interlace
Happening beyond time and space
Amorphous dust is scattered about
across the Milky Way quite forthright.
Many giant planets are forming, burning
oscillating respectively in their kinetics turning
in a cycle of eventually permanent orbits.
Supernovas and galaxies are then transported
Stars are born bursting incandescently.
Others are dying and will be exported forward
forming another inception, magnificently
twinkling, radiating in a cosmic orchard.
Sing a song to Juno, the queen of the asteroids
Ring a gong for Pluto, the whiz of the astral void.
The interstellar Queen awakes my scintillating fantasy
Feeling secure within her gentle affection
Protecting my emotions from worrisome paranoia
Helping to disrupt the processes of agony
Stimulating a most wondrous and positive aura
We will radiate our internal warmth of perfection.
Suspended unresolved and heeding reality
we summon our secret prayers confidently
to beckon the benign with their gracious predisposition.
Ovidus had submerged himself in February's etymology
awarding us all an art of understanding our passions.
As Juno safeguards our matrimonial euphoria we rejoice
in the naivety of a newborn's innocent psychology.
As the infants dance with their patriarch in fashion
Nature will blossom accentuating the romantic.
Quasars and pulsars regenerate Juno's birth rite
as the strings resonate through interspace.
Commencing the ceremonial wonders she invites
the serene, the calm, the tranquil and the commonplace.
Imposing her impressive manner her compassion
exudes with a most pleasurable phraseology.
Flowing through a nebula is a melody so dynamic
to tame her rugged edges as a beam crossed her face.
Sing a song to Juno, the queen of the asteroids
Ring a gong for Pluto, the whiz of the astral void.
Glissading angelically, divinely enthralled, we light
the candles of an ancient altar which employs
our fate to navigate our praises to her with grace.
Stupendously flabbergasted with the foresight
of a genius we decipher the complexity of cosmology.
Overcoming vibrations sound over a panoramic
elegance releasing an ambience of gamma rays
emitting solace to perfect our glamorous ideology.
Spoken in limericks and riddles which rhymed
enacting our internal process of cryptology
we retire in recluse amidst her consoling delight.
Your song to the crown of the asteroids will open
The turnstiles of the future form a cohort women and men
of a future generation which may stumble on a new genesis.
They'll be the new pious doves of our terra firma. Ready to observe the metamorphosis
of different entities. The birth of a new planetoid and florets on its surface;
O' the Celestial Regina! You expose me to the extraterrestrial sterling mastery.
Fill my daughters and sons with a deep candor; let them dance with the quasars.
The stellar knowledge is the final key for survival
Teaches us how travel into different dimensions and begin a revival
of the lost nuances of life that once lived amongst us
Juno helps our descendants to reach that vivid life on Mars.
9
Colonnade of Corruption
Sorry for my rudeness of ruthless disruption
We are walking by a colonnade of corruption
Halt and harken the unruly cowardly senate
whose majority leader is a misleading zealot.
In the inception of this enlightened house
senators were not elected and ne’er a louse.
They were highly intelligent and appointed
from the state legislative branch anointed.
Regardless we are in the grip of the calloused
sipping on their blasphemous golden chalice.
The olden days were challenging but honored
No Ben Franklin was misused and laundered.
Now we received a kick in the buttocks
for insisting on a fair and just republic.
Blindfolded like the proverbial three monkeys
the elephants are attempting to crush the donkeys.
Under the direction of Kentucky’s Moscow Mitch
has brought on Donavan’s season of the witch.
As our Jack Daniel funky man is off to the race
Chuck calls it an absolute national disgrace.
The commandant presses to eclipse the midnight hour
The congressmen are bewildered and seemingly sour.
He claims he will disavow the existing vital evidence
petrified of new revelations which swallow innocence.
Our executive chief toyed around with oppression
Now he is shivering and fighting off depression.
Inviting lawyers or lunatics for his reality TV
carrying stone hearts and filled with apathy.
Oops there are newly-found damning documents
which ruin the hypocrisy and are no compliments.
Claiming ignorance of old friends and ancient aides
engendering ludicrously his lonely masquerade.
Caught just recently breaking the impoundment act
by extorting funds for his greater election pact.
Slipping up as well firing an illustrious ambassador
while Luzenko demanded the smear and massacre.
Transforming the presidency to an absolute monarchy
while acting so sympathetically yet a total oligarchy.
So our Senate leader has learned his Stalinist style
by forcing his position with a joker gone wild.
Trying to avoid due process with viable witness
ramming it down our throats to prove his fitness.
We will be paying our price for being patriots
being victims of his miserable shadiness.
A gruesome deal as he seems to be self-pleased
secretly bragging for the ranks are appeased.
Gradually proceeding like an old filthy aardvark
eating the desert’s insects before he does bark.
Heaven help us save us from their bloody clutch
Ruin the transmission of this devil’s fudge.
We will survive this dark chapter of history
and return to happiness from a galling misery.
Jesus is freed from the hands of fanatics
as his philosophy is the opposite of evil tactics.
Abandoning the middleman who is in public view
to explain what the Prez has simply misconstrued.
Standing accused with his grin so crass
maybe someday his ass will be grassed.
10
Complicit Perpetrators
The hearses are proceeding slowly to their morbid destinations
The crisis management has been negligently seen as an irritation
The horrific avoidance of our vitally important defense production act
has brought about this disastrous situation with a thunderous impact.
Their patchwork concept of gubernatorial oversight is quite a challenge
criticized to the ultimate forcing the accountable to become unhinged.
Promises never kept and swept under the carpet is the horrible result
leaving local officials with empty hands hurling their deserved insults.
Flattening the curve is the pipe dream of the sultry states of the south
nonetheless the reopening followed only with petrified cottonmouths.
Politicizing masks with a partisan smirk should be shunned as irresponsible.
Defeating the so-called hidden enemy has been abandoned hence impossible.
Therefore I charge the band of lackeys in the Senate as complicit perpetrators
avoiding this necessity and enforcing dereliction of duty of a premeditative traitor.
Holding rallies in hot spots as a chance for his up and coming political resurgence
suggesting shooting rays of ultra-violet internally
while consuming antiseptical detergents.
Appearing before Mount Rushmore with a jubilant crowd not social distancing
devoid of sensitivity for the Lakotas while Sitting Bull refuses a ritual christening.
On the following day on the south lawn risking the well-being of thousands
blurting his dreams of division though Crazy Horse had General Custer surrounded.
Glorifying a gang of Confederate Generals holding on to the George Wallace attitude
improvising his hogwash signing threatening laws constantly uttering his platitudes.
His henchmen are silent viewing the catastrophe without critiques or flinching
ignoring their tainted history with the white-hooded Ku Klux Klan and their lynching.
The traitor has blood on his hands while claiming the protesters are lawless criminals
creeping into the minds of his base with a perversity of shenanigans quite subliminal.
The rising count of cases can’t be prevented by circumventing rationale and science
gripping the gullible free-loving citizens by the throat
who dare to express their defiance.
Extricating unity subjecting us all with anxiety by not providing a viable solution
hindering the frontline employees with no contact tracing heeding his Slavic collusion.
Dismissing the necessity to protect our population with a darker message of heritage
speaking white supremist bombast ruthlessly
plundering livelihood amongst the carnage.
As the many diseased are released from his imperium
the red Senators view their watch
uneased by the coming elections no empathy is expressed
as their efforts were botched.
Abandoned in the inner cities, forsaken and forlorn.
are the impoverished and the destitute
infected by a viral onslaught in need of assistance
nevertheless lost so helplessly irresolute.
The administration is delinquent bumbling conceitedly
through personal malicious mishaps
resulting in a horrendous mortality while his scarlet gents
shy away with their handicaps.
The SCOTUS damns this process as maleficence
producing a decree of the second degree
waiting for the cessation of his rule preparing hand-cuffs
as a guillotine will end his hypocrisy.
Consumed from himself he let humans gratuitously perish, so crude and laisezz-faire
declaring his noninvolvement as chic
though he replaced laeadership with his doctrinaire.
11
Demure David And His Escapades
Curiously viewing over the crowd his eyes wandered to a flaming redhead.
He grappled for words as his speech left him and his heart was throbbing.
Notwithstanding he couldn’t pull the trigger to approach her instead
he embarrassingly dropped his glasses and the dame crushed them robbing
him from his sight as he stumbled into her looking as if it wasn’t intentional.
She was annoyed with his clumsiness and departed in total frustration
whispering an insult keeping her distance from the poor and barrenspirited.
Her stature was elegant resembling a costly queen or well-pampered thoroughbred.
Our demure David decided his baffling trick was not worthy or representable
and conjured up a theory for his next rendezvous nevertheless not being disquieted
with his somewhat obviously futile attempt for a feminine familiarization.
He wrung his sweaty hands and prepared himself for his next idiotic charade.
Where did David conceive his thoughts in such a manner as if they were inbred.
They were ready to be executed sarcastically marching in a harlequin’s parade.
He was as uncanny as they come with his ingeniously planned programs to upset
the apple cart of normalcy being the laughing stock of the cumbersome and disarrayed.
One early evening he received an offer to barkeep for a high societal congregation
of up and coming yuppies who were stealthily laying the groundwork for a cannonade.
These young entrepreneurs were members of Illuminati camouflaged as cadets
though separatists conniving their influence with a silver spoon acting to hoodwink
all into believing they were fine citizens holding virtues highly with their masquerade.
He decided to destroy the propriety of the upper class disrupting their etiquette.
He spiked their cocktails slightly and began to crossfire with a questionnaire
of their true intent discovering of course their origin and calling the authorities.
The sirens blew and the arrests were warranted as the clan was caught in their affair
and transported to the constable for further inspection in the course of priorities.
David was proud and once again saved from his own unblemished and demure nature.
He called himself a cellophane man who everyone simple evaded as no necessity
for the Earthly inhabitants who scurried stressfully in conquest of their procedure.
Therefore he endured the avoidance however embodied the wish for recognition
and concocted theorems to receive this profound desire and raise his demeanor.
Consequently he disposed his environment to actualize his next thrilling expedition
as he shyly cringed through a pompous entourage to realize his next adventure.
This would be the ultimatum of the century as demure David set his course impeccably
on confusing the speech of a counselor by building a sound system which would nurture
the voice of a pestilent child heckling and imitating an overbearingly demonstrative orator.
The presentation began and suddenly a child’s voice screamed down from the firmament.
The counselor then jutted and jerked wondering where in the hell was this opposition.
He properly continued and as he tripped over a line David pulled off his next escapade.
He exemplified an infuriating commentary of insults bringing derangement as a detriment.
The narrator through in his towel and crawled from his stage in resentment and humiliation.
David and his cohorts thrived in laughter overcome in an ecstasy of black humor made
in the subconscious of this mishap who needed kicks at the expense of his own merriment.
12
Detrimental Deflections And Remorseful Reflections
We are submerged in an era of excessively detrimental deflections
For example outrageously firing the intelligent community watchdogs
Trying to bury their importance on a Friday evening of Holy Sabbath
while mounting the problematic brings all Christians to genuflexions.
Packing the portions for McRib from the poor slaughtering of hogs
has left an example of the horrendous precautions in aftermath.
Blabbering like a tincture salesman is our man with no introspection
merely throwing off the cuff extemporizing his obnoxious blogs.
Pressing his obsessively laborious scams by pointing his fingers
paradoxically paranoid distrustful of his own shadow, a psychopath.
Holding his cabinet meetings distracting all who gingerly linger
destructively brainwashing his lackeys while ending with no epilogue.
Heed the warnings of his dangerous misappropriations which injure
our grasp of the predicament why hoodlums are in insurrection.
Raising out of the rubble with misconstrued anger which adjourns
susceptibility bringing raucous’ with misguided demagogues.
His attempts shrewdly blind the media confusing circumspection
while the intelligential aspects will be disbanded and won’t sojourn.
Our executive in chief is derailed stumbling insanely over his jargon
searching for a facsimile nevertheless there is no true analogue.
His blonde wig is waving in the wind seeking farcically for a bargain
repressively impervious stoically steadfast he’s devoid of all affection.
Submerged in his superfluous importance he exhibits his chosen pettifog
stirring dust to eclipse all into a sinister mess freeing an accused perjurer.
Then sarcastically adding to his list a corrupt campaign consultant
claiming mercy for his closed quarters as reason for his release.
Could this be because of Pompeii the Vesuvius showing the crease
in hiding the arms sale to Saudi where this meatball is not reluctant.
While our Attorney General displayed his cold-hearted intervention
forgetting his quest to demise Mueller by collaborating with Australia.
Off with the masks for our Prez has nothing to hide with his dialogue
with Rootie Kazootie blowing off with bluster his Russian regalia.
Yes we have old baggage with corpses in the cellar with an attendant
covering the evidence of many lost cases, our remorseful reflections.
Controlling the courts of injustices with a partisan hatred of peace
concealing his crumby businesses from the IRS for his own protection.
Checking his pockets for his slanderous nightmarish mismanagement
regardless of wasting opportunities while misplacing his paraphernalia.
Notwithstanding pushing blame on whoever being obviously nonchalant
while stinking up the recovery opening Pandora’s Box being so negligent.
Additionally the demonstration by our treasury of an apathetic arrogant
characterization of no checks on the necessity for a humane reemployment.
When will his reality theater finally pull up its rug and rightfully disease.
Or will our badgered population chose to wander obliviously in amnesia.
13
Disqualification of a Bumbling Baboon
Fond in my memory is the hilarious enjoyment of our Saturday morning cartoons.
I have now savored the moment of the disqualification of a bumbling baboon.
Insidiously recommending his pipe dreams of a wonder cure hydroxychoroquine
with lobbyist control and inside trading motivated Dr. Bright to rudely intervene.
This gentleman was hence dismissed for his critique of this perilous assumption
warning of the dangers throwing doubt upon the Prez’s horrid presumptions.
Demoted for his courageousness because our retarded dimwit was insulted
regarding his decisiveness, being embolden to correct what had resulted.
Blurting into his microphone claiming the entire reporters are fake news
although they have directly confronted his supposed lack of bugaboos.
Grimacing gladly he paints a rosy picture of his morbid macabre heresy
contending the disappearance of this nightmarish era without a remedy.
Recently brooding insecurely he stood completely hapless and obsessed
repeatedly scornful, scoffing anyone who would happen to be unimpressed.
Playing with two sides of the sword suggesting quarantine and sheltering
while tweeting states to think of liberating as the atmosphere is sweltering.
Like a rebellious child he dismantled the meticulous work of his predecessor.
only out of an illogical jealousy, taking on the role of an hideous suppressor.
The bipartisan intelligence community has finally closed the earlier case
of Russian interference where our self-consumed fool has lost his bloody face.
Feeling some sorry sentiments for the partners of the keystone cops and clerks
who dimly are the task force especially Tony Fauci and lovely Deborah Birx.
An exemplar of a cavernous stupidity was the incident of ultra-violet rays
with an injection of disinfectants to ward off the viral march and disarray.
This was the crux of an adjudication damning his ignorance and deception
wondering if his exoneration was an embarrassment omitting the indiscretion.
His lackeys are trembling for their profession is at risk as they are treading waters
without a rudder swallowing their pride as they are waiting for the next orders.
Calling for Independence Day with the Blue Angel’s and Thunderbird’s aerial parade
presenting an out of date memorial for our medical front line heroic war brigade.
Our quarterback’s brand of leadership has faltered immensely with malevolence
and heartlessness so injurious for our senior citizens full of benign benevolence.
No reply to our destitute governors who wait patiently for some assistance
especially if they lament in uncertainty being enraged and showing resistance.
The Jack Daniel Derby master, the speaker of the Senate, pleads for state bankruptcy
while conceding no blue state bailouts, amidst this crisis, is pure repugnancy.
Playing a round of golf while grooving with Georgy Porgie’s funky Savoy Truffle
planning in his iniquitous head how he will muster his next fuss or kerfuffle.
So now we stand at the crossroads with our Prez’s infantile but flagrant behaviour.
Maybe Ma Barker will resurrect and implore him for a saw-offed shotgun and a favor.
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Unleashing the Angel of Death
Prioritizing the misers, the brokers and lobbyist’s economy
Leaving the inevitable disaster with an illogical anomaly
Pleading with reporters to exercise politeness in dismay
while distress has risen as the normal order of the day.
Testing is essential for controlling this grievous angel of death
who will usurp our heavenly gift of birth, our very first breathe.
Outrageously falsifying the urgency by trivializing the public dilemma
We’re imploring for mercy to resolve this heartless aimless agenda.
The irrational red tape left laboratories and us all highly vulnerable
though the coming results were petrifying and painfully unutterable.
Bureaucracy took the upper hand although by dragging their feet
they’re dragging the nation to a halt and an unpreventable defeat.
Sin city is in pandemonium whereas their fervor will never falter
to raise our desiderata beyond the skies as they clutch their holy psalter.
Beseeching the realms of comfort for relief and a desired sweet release
although we feel deserted we needn’t squeal as we scornfully beg please.
Unleashing the angel of death as she sweeps across the open prairie
Praying for a cessation with our rosaries to our blessed Mother Mary
Where is the pope with some words of courage and righteous blame?
We only need to cling to our saviour Jesus by praising his Holy Name.
Let our Holy Spirit guide us through this insidious treacherous era
calming our horrific solicitude through this nightmarish chimera.
The complete ineffectiveness of this crippled regime in charge
has invited this monstrous mayhem and the panic we have at large.
There is a quote calling it America’s exceptionalism’s tragic turn
leaving all normalcy to the devil as this pandemic uncontrollably burns.
The lack of precautionary measures is an absolute iniquitous fiasco
by replacing the imperatives with no rationally acceptable de facto.
By the living God we are blindly unleashing the angel of death
with simply sinister methods used by our own form of Macbeth.
Full of ambition to be without restraint is our unduly Prez
listening only to his childhood conscious and what it sadly says.
The gang of nitwits who voted against a trial with witnesses
disrupted a natural dismissal of his unauthorized businesses.
Whatever happened to the revelation of Mr. Jonathan Bolton?
All of the impeachment is forgotten in these times so golden.
Anyone may receive a test was a hideously cruel and bitter hoax
raising the eyebrows of many as sympathetic feelings this evokes.
Loosing trust in our commander with his baseless pretentious hope
Now many are evading his false pledges while he’s playing rope-a-dope.
The wish for an immunity and survival is so preciously held in our heart
Though ignorance is unleashing the angel of death as so many must depart
Unfortunately irresponsibly Washington created a caricature of insufficiency
Stumbling blocks for prompt action was the result quite consequentially.
I wish to convey my consolations to my culture of rhythm and blues
Giving my ardent passionate wishes for fulfillment of the dreams you choose
May the guardians of our Counselor protect our innocence and naïve gullibility
and offer us deliverance with God’s caress to save our heartfelt susceptibility.
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Throwing a Pipe Dream Up For Grabs
Official condemnation of malintent utilizing blatant misinformation
is a candid approach in clarifying the source of our miscomprehension.
Destroying a logical reasoning by hording and victimizing believability
is perfect for an absence of a personal thought process conjuring gullibility.
Using the techniques of a tincture salesman claiming his wonder drug
will heal a woesome world which is overdone with stress and tension.
A KGB agent with a fantasy for falsehoods behaves like the coyest thug
with an exploding cigar intentionally throwing a pipe dream up for grabs.
The backwoods lackeys are repeating his propaganda in complete culpability
to a conceited self-admiring blatant bimbo who is our token equivocator.
Constantly devoid of guilt he replaces reality with a despondent view so drab
resulting in devising a grotesque kangaroo court of subservience and detention.
A kindergarten revokes this style of atmospheric pollution with annihilation
so wholesale for this goes against the grain of decency and basic normality.
These solicitors of this embarrassment needn’t view into their mirror to stab
and irk themselves for they are guided by a master whose shoulders shrug.
Inviting calumny with slander to distract an audience this horrific malefactor
attempts to take hold of the ignoramuses who all shout his ugly intentions.
The great leader of the free world has erected detainment camps to nab
any dissidents who disagree with his sermons of hate and intolerance.
He does bellow his misconstrued statements which irritate both poets and actors
who speak a warning of demise as he is throwing a pipe dream up for grabs.
Ignoring the arctic dilemma while loosening the constraints on the prevention
of absolute destructive forces on our climate with tornadoes and turbulence.
Hence his nonscientific references to fracking and firewater as a benefactor
reiterates the necessity for our holders of truth to obtain our viability.
Through true qualifications the impostors will be certainly exposed as factors
lie in perfect balance as the philanthropists will save us from dominance.
A Robin Hood will balance his arrow of justice as the foolhardy pinch and stab.
The angelic voices will whisper into the ears of the honest and innocence
will be reborn for the unblemished will conquer anxiety and apprehension.
We will flip the flapjack baking mildly the alternative as the great detractor
presents his argument to obtain a clear-headedness concluding with inference.
Accordingly the pleasure of an intelligent deduction will manifest a transactor
to alleviate the possibility of the farce of throwing up a pipe dream up for grabs.
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Sociopathic Egocentricity
Ordinarily the unattractiveness of invariably seeking the spotlight
precipitates avoidance and the absolute rejection of attention.
Nonetheless reality television presented the ultimate highlight.
A platform for an individual plagued with sociopathic egocentricity.
This idiom has the reputation of intending to embarrass and humiliate
hosted by untalented ludicrous figures posing as true celebrities
notoriously glamorizing foolhardiness, idiocy and utter vulgarity.
Taking stage with an obliquely rude comment to totally disintegrate
sincerity twisting a spin with misleading diversions and chicanery.
Bungling up the works with contortions and a wrench in the machinery
leaving an orangutang more creditable with his attempts to regenerate.
Demonstratively dominating his regiments highly hectic and impolite
seems to expedite the senselessness into the horrors of detention.
Compelling no urgency while his legions are falling he reiterates
his fatuities while protruding his lips of lies and malintentions.
His irreligious manual movements without a smidgeon of charisma
brings chills down my spine as this insignificancy is so contrite.
Accusing with unwarranted malice the undefiled to dissimulate
the obvious with a wild goose chase to his haven of this stigma.
The self-constructed lawlessness is an unfathomable condescension
stupefying normalcy with the sycophants exercising their thievery.
Fact checking is a predicament for analysts revealing the enigma
as a farce for the unconscious cronies exhibiting their imbecilities.
Notwithstanding the incorrigible fruitcakes begin to deteriorate
the very essence of righteousness while not respecting our dilemma.
Complaining over gubernatorial courageousness he regurgitates
insults while calling the citizens to revolt and siege their principalities.
Although full in fault our celebrity taunts with a partisan parole
to assist the reelection of his abominably nonfunctional agenda.
Engulfed in his diluted worth he acclaims his ultimate stronghold
unimpeded from Congress demolishing the American dream in its entirety.
This poor being premeditatedly manipulates his selfish abasing intentions
for he is a lost soul in search of recognition since he was only three years old.
Watching from my crow’s nest the delivering of many distorted referenda
I hold my breath praying to Jude to emancipate us from modern treachery.
As all of Abraham’s angels greet the cherubs the mystery will surely unfold
the restoring of our meaningful life as our race was born to congregate.
Accompanying the many fates of our friends we implore the Gods to abate
these arduous times with sensitivity and a heartfelt wish of divinity.
Heeding our burdensome moments as a profound awareness we elate
to cherish our brotherhood while we prepare congenially in dignity.
Facilitate as well the personal sacrifice of healing sociopaths with a multifold
of enthusiastic tolerance deflating their balloons of false superiority.
Gleaming your power through the prism of love and humanistic equity
while sharing our Earth in its beatific majesty will reach a celestial supervention.
This leaves every impostor hanging his socks out on the line quite immensely irate
and discomforted as karma will ultimately be our blessed decisive intervention.
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Revolution of Reconstitution
Human dignity is the opening of a viable propriety
Eclecticism means a myriad of diverse possibilities
accessing a path toward an enlightened loving society.
The acceptance of an illogical process is an imposition
we strongly reject offering aspiring decisions and abilities.
The deafness of the majority in Senate is atrociously appalling.
Nonetheless we keep imploring our message overhauling
the systematic annihilation which is the root of our anxiety.
Our voices are reaching all citizens of conscious with a demeanor
of patience internally invocating the eternal powers of divinity.
Racist’s karma will be ratified after 400 years of blasphemy
disregarding the basic principles of our protective Counselor.
Exerting forward demonstrating our egregious grievances
while a choir of harmonious angels cantillate a rhapsody.
Hallowed are our words announcing the coming remedy!.
Substantiated by a broad reinforcement we challenge
the status quo with rethinking their spiritual calling.
The preciousness of existence gives us the priority
to acclaim the fundamental values of pure survival.
We scoff as peacemakers the limitations of simple revenge.
Exchanging the virtues of our collective our affinity
is evident expressing the joys of our common inheritance.
Dismounting the insult to injury to announce the arrival
of discernment declaring our independence and perspicacity.
Questioning the merits of an irrational baseless authority
dragging ruthlessly our compatriots under their rivals.
The relentlessness of our massive burgeoning reconstitution
ring the bells of freedom proclaiming our revolution.
Mahatma’s theory of a peaceful form of civil disobedience
disrupts the idiotic brutality setting up our holy revival.
Watching the passing of time with a constant vocal barrage
is the compliment of pressure for our ultimate defiance.
We protesters are oblivious to untruths and espionage
irritating our path to a valid philosophy and solution.
This procedure is a grave necessity to precipitate integrity
during a global crisis as mankind beseeches for equivalence.
The predecessors of our metaphysics approach the infinity
of empathy with a shining aura appearing in their countenance.
Their celestial appearance will evaporate the pernicious mirage
which engulfs us while we pursue our goals with audacity.
In the aftermath of our fires which burnt brightly the embers
will smolder giving the phoenix its wings of perseverance.
With the perception of the emblem of consistency our entourage
presents emphasizes our projection of diversified members.
All ages, all races, all genders accentuate our chances and capacity
for transformation which endures through our honest radiance.
Acclaiming victoriously enhancedly we enunciate our exuberance
resounding to the Himalayas echoing upward for all to remember.
This instance we will capture as it resonates the halls of eternity
gifting us with acquiescence identifying our deserved recognizance.
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Perversion of a Competitive Capitalism
Being born with scruples is necessary for a functioning conscious.
A lackadaisical approach to a grave problem is severely noxious
especially when amorally profiting from this insidious quandary.
Life upon this planet is a priceless experience through conception
arriving inexplicably from a celestial habitat quite contrarily.
Through the unblemished souls of infants we have the perception
to counsel our diversions and reaffirm our prospects as rapturous.
Notwithstanding greed has dominated the landscape customarily
leaving a trajectory of inhumanity neglecting common love forsooth.
The miserly exhibit their ruthless blood money so cold and calloused
during this exigency by high bidding items and concealing the truth.
They pit the forlorn and helpless against each other with their ungenerous
methods of disregarding decency while our brothers and sisters depart.
Stealing the moment of an axiomatic principle of general concern
by substituting a savage misconduct so disgustingly ravenous.
The angels of sympathy are the heartfelt, who invariably sojourn,
the front line respondents who unremittingly pray and sooth.
Each requires admiration, from the assistants to the counterpart
as they grapple with exasperation overwhelmed and timorous.
The alibi of an open market is inexcusable, horrifically hideous
while the viral hidden enemy marches without a lion’s heart.
These dividends should be confiscated and the circus adjourned
with a five-star general redistributing it to the humane and virtuous.
This obviously reveals the shortcomings of competitive capitalism.
The proceeding perplexity hopefully is devoid of perverse malice
with a recognition of life as precious and the only steadfast priority.
The obliteration of sensitivity for the unethical promotion of barbarism
will be met dismissing the despicable with fervor and absolute authority.
We chant “au corant” as our gullibility is misused to exhibit wisdom
overriding iniquity to preserve our innocence held in God’s palace.
The reprehensibility of this behaviour is a representation of charlatanism
reeking with a satanic stench unspeakably gruesome and venomous.
The perversion of a competitive capitalism is a seductive nihilism
which unwarily captures these brokers and salesmen lost and oblivious.
Perhaps not a fault of their own for they are propagandized with a phallus
being injected brainwashed from a pitiless system so overly rancorous.
It is time to instill a dose of righteousness through lessons in catechism
to find a code of practice which brings rebirth for our sumptuous minority.
As many take the stairwell through the galaxies they separate from schism
rejoining their ancestral family as to the bosom of Abraham they return.
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Egomania Disrupts Relief
The cheerleader of our nation has blurted through his megaphone
his phrases of recovery sounding demonstratively monarchical.
Pointing aggressively to younger female reporters with a tone
of oppression steaming under his collar overwhelmingly fanatical.
Devoid of all necessities for reducing our macabre calamity
as the spiking is relentless gambling lives for the bureaucratical.
Denying the importance of our vital Defense Production Act
leaving capability squandered as Manhattan swallows tragedy.
In the hospital where our monarch was born is the horrific impact
to be witnessed as heroics are performed though he omits strategy.
The results of excluding verification and tests defies logic and sanity
as this viral infection marches while mankind has no chance to retroact.
The inequality of the victims reveals a tendency of a sociological
imbalance hidden secretly for decades vile and exhibiting inhumanity.
These discrepancies must be discussed why this unfortunate systematical
misuse has been allowed to exists in our republic avoided and untracked.
Improvising blatant jargon while fumbling a sense of rationale is satirical
for it serves only his survival while blaming the situation as unforeknown
although an entire staff cautioned him of the grim and diabolical.
Being confronted with inquiries answering dumbfounded in absurdity
while claiming the federal government sits irremovably on its throne.
Opening the gates prematurely for the economic high horses is stupidity
possibly dangerously stampeding our environment with the emphatical.
Scientists are wary of the solicitation of a fierce nose to the grindstone
which disregards the beauty of idleness as we abide to peace and serenity.
The seething of Fifth Avenue has paused at 42nd Street as the elliptical
course encircles the library while Bryant Park lies silent in gentility.
As the solemnity captures the hearts and spirits of our cornerstone
we reflect the quiescence which holds us comforted in chastity.
We needn’t allow ourselves to be politically bullied as sweet placidity
encompasses our awareness mastering mitigation scattered and bestrown.
Ignoring the jabberwocky as we evade disinformation; Quite typical
as the order of the day trying to scramble and stress us with animosity.
Our Native Americans were infected from the Black Rats of London. Known
were malaria, small pox and cholera. Now the pandemic is the radical.
The Feds want no misfortune although they’ve created a pandemonium
stirring up their gibberish inside a barrel of rubbish they think is tactical.
Once again we are confronted with mendaciously ruthless talk we must bemoan.
The task force holds the microphone and all journalists cringe in disbelief.
Their attempts at blaming others is a detour from their pompous podium
nonetheless Noam is waiting to deliver his most ardent speech and symposium.
Also admonishing the melting of the sheets of Greenland and the polar zone
as more humongous than the plague damning us to destruction and futility.
So we send our invocations to the Gods of the Universe to protect us from grief
beseeching them to heal the badgered soul of our leader absent of wisdom
healing him from his selfishness and narcissism as egomania disrupts relief.
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Enthusiatic Egomaniac
Bursting on the scene with an electrifying fervor
Ripe for taking on any undertaking or venture
Clearheaded in his perspective the magical preserver
of an optimistic demeanor is filled with an absolute splendor.
Always astute and resolute his forthright style
of presenting his purpose overflows like a windfall.
The aura he emits glows shining with charisma
as a rainbow appears always with every single smile.
Nonetheless the dreary world is seemingly appalled
from him creating a puzzling jealousy hidden in an enigma.
With a cynicism and disbelief our man receives a stigma
because his individuality is unwarranted amongst pretender.
A skeptic cannot fathom the talents of this diplomat
who boils with intensity determined to keep his nature.
He retains contagious thoughts hence he won’t surrender
to mediocrity obsessed with perfection and the superb.
The critique is absurd for this sophisticated aristocrat
possessing the wit of a harlequin is totally unperturbed.
Consequently he is irreproachably immune to distract
himself with his sacrosanct mission for an obvious cure.
Rattling the elite with their impoliteness to render
their latitudes incomprehensible and impossible to endure.
Spilling the beans of their well-kept secrets to engender
an unpleasant unabated relentlessness for the pure.
Vigilante of a celestial choir he is the reprehender
chastising the babbling fools into the obscure.
Recognizing the preposterous propagators of injustice
he buckles over to calmly confuse and to counteract
the negativity with a blustery breeze so luscious.
Demonstrating in front of a beaming crowd at the market square
inspiring their lust to taste the optimal and the delicious.
The directionless attitude of a stressful state is to be bewared.
This is the methodology of brainwash instead of self-esteem.
Once this prerequisite in firmly in place and totally intact
we can separate ourselves and beget our reality with dreams.
Yes the insistence on being able to regenerate and react
to our own thinking process is the essence of a truthful scheme.
This playful musketeer, our suspected jovial enthusiastic egomaniac,
has a blessed outpouring awakening us with an art so debonair.
We should open our hearts to find selflove and our warmth we will share
guided by self-realization and a magnet which relentlessly will attract.
Heaven has gifted us to shine our torch as we exude the supreme
to heal the forlorn and trampled. Our credence to the positive
will never yield to disappointment as our white witchery impacts
our surroundings with exuberance for the absolute imperative.
Reflecting upon the exemplification of our enthusiastic egomaniac
we are challenged with his humanistic magnanimity and collective.
With his openness he emboldens our spirits to finally enact
the spiritual unity of mind and soul. Through his optimism an affective
genesis springs forth bringing a personal revelation to extract
newly-born emotions to assist our journey with the introspective
insight transporting our consciousness. We can certainly redeem
our balance guided through his assurance and our never taken back
with the mimic and personality of our mentor with his bombastic gestures.
His impartiality and passion for the pursuit of happiness interacts
and furthers our hope. God bless you our enthusiastic egomaniac.
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Executive of Divisiveness
Praising our defeat of the threat of nationalistic Nazism
Then jumping to our toppling of nihilistic Communism
The missing link was the cooperation with comrade Stalin
and mentioning not perhaps your bizarre affinity with Putin.
Claiming thereafter we chased the Islamic terrorists
to the last corner of the Earth forgetting Vietnam.
In one cool breath you feel justified being a bigoted racist
nonetheless the Saudis you greet with a hypocritical salaam.
Ludicrously the Americans who happen to think otherwise
will be addressed as “You” and simply radical Marxists.
Insulting their mission and labeling them anarchists
agitators and looters who rightfully wish your demise.
Making no distinction between statues of the Confederates
and our other righteous forefathers he decides to twist
our demonstrators as a form of left-wing fascism.
Declaring they want a unquestionable allegiance
creating an alternative language and performing rituals
reciting mantras while propagating through journalism.
They force their commandments as totally indisputable
then they will censor you , banish you and tyrannize
your freedoms then punish and persecute you with fanaticism.
Nonetheless our Executive of divisiveness shows intolerance
projecting himself as repulsively heartless and entirely cruel.
The very first amendment of our constitution is to realize
the choice of free assembly for the expression of grievance.
Hence the usage of military force to exert a blatant schism
attacking peaceful efforts to manifest this is pure dominance.
Calling for a cessation of police brutality is for the mutual
community a blessing and for liberty completely irrefutable.
In memorial we cherish the memory of gentle George Floyd
as equity is our goal with the replenishment of resistance.
Our Prez is pronouncing his decrees and is thoroughly devoid
of sensitivity confirming the protesters are without perspective.
Spewing falsehoods meaning they have developed obscured virtues
with distorted facts purging history disfigured beyond recognizance.
Incessantly undermining the reformation of our concepts we pursue
the acknowledgement of our hopes with dignity irrespective
of being second-class in the eyes of corruption and dissonance.
He insists on clamoring constantly ridiculing the youth with abstruse
comments about even children being taught hatred with a semblance
of overriding unpatriotic tendencies acting like brainwashed humanoids.
Even substituting decency asserting the street crowd has destroyed
and defiled the American heritage which is wholeheartedly unsuitable.
Your critiques of 80 percent of your citizens will bring the remembrance
of witness intimidation, you screaming hoax and all your absurd decoys.
Shaking down like a mobster your Ukrainian colleague is irretrievable
with an unfortunate whistle-blower and the firing all you did employ.
Unhinged asking Jinping for assistance in your reelection with residuals
in your failed trade deal with a Mexican wall with a cage and female toys.
Soon the day will arrive announcing your disposal with no tangible
escape as SCOTUS orders you in hand-cuffs for your evil finance.
Your skeletons in the cellar will resurrect with books you can’t avoid
explaining your complicity enabling the resolution of a heavy ordinance.
Unambiguously you will be treated justly like a meandering anthropoid
searching for a comfortable incarceration forlorn without extravagance.
Then your jargon will be swallowed and realized as contemptible
leaving your fate in a shambles being despised in discountenance.
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General „Ducky“ Custer
Our wartime Prez has his hands full lying like a equivocator
Hiding behind his desk while subtracting with his calculator
Calling out a female reporter with an abacus and a question
barking with indignity leaving the stage with indigestion.
Losing hope as the Native Americans express their outrage
remembering the Battle of Greasy Grass as we turn the page.
Trying to force the issue by opening up the sultry south
nonetheless the Alamo has left him with a cottonmouth.
Still claiming he's barricaded the borders to make us sure
while the hidden enemy is lurking underneath his furniture.
His doctors and professionals have decided to quarantine
keeping away from embarrassment and his sickening scene.
The senate has listened to their very unambiguous statements
while his other enemy is sheltering in his modern basement.
Blustering about testing although many soldiers all hang dry
waiting for a special czar to shout his orders made to mortify.
Our general's ears are stuffed full with some Quaker's oats
as he crosses the Delaware waving at the navy's rescue boats.
Thinking he is exempt protected by the constitution
which he has never read bringing all in convolution.
As he was a private he was honored a silver spoon
notwithstanding he has never become much of a tycoon.
Forthcoming is knowledge of his massive foreign debts
while the Chinamen have him hiding in his silhouette.
Wondering whether Kim is still threatening with a bomb
Secretly chatting with Salman of Saudi with a sweet salaam
Claiming that Obamagate was a most miserable unethical scam
only to distract his base who scream in disbelief "God Damn".
Now he's hiding in the bushes while Crazy Horse does prepare
to yank down his pants as Sitting Bull blocks the thoroughfare.
Caught helpless in a valley of gorgeous fields of columbine
trying to wash the Sioux's faces with some borrowed turpentine.
Surrounded on the hillside by a regiment of angry Cheyenne
our wartime Prez is outnumbered and being called a charlatan.
Dipping into his pockets spending only his smaller change
ranting deliriously stirring dust acting absurdly deranged.
As the unseen thief of life takes on its next feeble victim
Ducky quacks another falsehood selling it as a dictum.
Imagining he can win an election simply with economics
averting attention away from others totally autonomic.
His polls are falling into a cellar where he may not recover
He should find recluse with Melania, his haughty Slavic lover.
Time will tell if he repeats this evil old hapless Custer
known for Custer's last stand as he tried a failed filibuster.
Mournfully aching showing no recognizable emotion
playing the bully while the Supreme Court is in motion.
He plays Paul Bunyan lumberjacking chopping with multiple axes
as Congress goes at him again because of his most private taxes.
So we end this parody with a remembrance of exaggeration
which reaches the GOP as it stumbles in total exasperation.
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Nastily Narcissitic
Looking in the mirror until your ears are profusely bleeding
Forthcoming is denunciation with some horrific proceedings
Avoiding condemnation is a pipe-dream left in your pageants
There will be little doubt of your contrition or congress’ malcontents
Lost in the clouds with your undeviatingly hideous fascistic remarks
Never perturbing the party’s base while leaving them in the dark
Completely illogically twisting reality with a grimace and a frown
Laughing like a scarecrow, your profession should have been a clown
Nonetheless your rhetoric elicits only a sarcastically somber laugh
Teaching your brainless simpletons to worship the golden calf
Sneering at all decency and conjuring up an unbelievable fable
Bringing the buffoons and oligarchs all to your impious table
Laundering your exchanges with your hotels at the Red Square
Infiltrating for personal gains while hiding in Ben Hur’s underwear
Surrounding your borders with the National Guard hiding your guilt
Monstrously plundering niceties ranting madly with dirt and filth
Consumed by adolescence in your behavioral style of lawlessness
However there is no principle to whack your buttocks of worthlessness
Screaming about noncitizens although your wife is a Slavic queen
Your color is a rosy pink like a piggish self-centered swine who’d intervene
It has been proclaimed essentially you are an unindicted coconspirator
Culpable of abuse of your campaign as your lawyer sits in an incubator
Fantasizing while counting sugar plums inaccurately claiming exoneration
It is only a question of endurance before your ultimate total damnation
Perhaps it would behoove you to discontinue your ghastly rude harassment
Reflecting on Moses’ tablets with the burning bush and the Ten Commandments
Redemption is retrieval which no hound barking, like your repulsively evil crowds,
ever will reach because your conceited attitude will remain till you’re disavowed.
Hence your theater is a Class Z show angering the house to breach a disagreement
furthering a unanimous decision resulting in your well-deserved impeachment.
A breakdown is not foreseen for your emotions are calloused and nonexistent
as you will be asked to leave willingly proudly marching into imprisonment.
Playing chess with the inmates listening to Elvis like the adorable Juliet Jake
Claiming as always the reports were falsified taking the tag of news which was fake
Still he walks staggering as a free man into his twilight after a Waterloo Sunset
Soaking my pen in ink and dabbing it lightly on the page of this soothing couplet.
Stealthily whispering to Melania about his blunders which are suddenly tumbling
he sits alone and stares at the wall awkwardly fumbling while his world is crumbling.
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Malfunctional Thugocracy
Stealthily sneaking your unheralded evil thugs without badges
born from the underworld while lighting their stinking matches.
Grinning sadistically with their emerging ewe-like butting horns
shooting their pellets at anyone who’s angry or shamelessly scorns.
Slamming their shields against reporters protruding their billy clubs
leaving an old man bleeding praising their good god Beelzebub.
Sent to the streets of the capitol for the Prez was highly insulted
practicing his unattested power although a revolution has resulted.
His approval ratings are suffering while utilizing systemic injustice
while his henchman are lined up exhibiting their political cowardice.
Insidiously exercising on the streets spewing their repulsive hatred
while Donnie stands sacrilegiously waving our Holy Book so sacred.
Shocking the Episcopalians who start praying for angelic advice
during the hypocrites are discussing their iniquitous use of vice.
Apparently our commander in chief was a victim of low timidity
by hiding with his spouse and kid in a bunker with higher humidity.
Conspiring with his Attorney General to start an illegal private militia
counting his days for they are numbered. Let him sleep without insomnia.
Standing like a sergeant ordering autocratically his entire chain of command
sitting alone while voices creep into his head which ruthlessly reprimand.
Hiding behind his barricades to keep sense from entering his weary brain
looking completely dismayed as the demonstrations do steadfastly remain.
Because of DC’s lack of statehood he has brought in smokies from the south
who patrol in the light of all discrepancies which fall out of his bloody mouth.
As we witness the embarrassing idiocy of these cops with ominous décor
we ask the elegant Mayor why her 4000 officers are left to watch the war.
Our hopes for a respectful and empathic reply have disappeared in indignity
counting the days until we can emancipate ourselves from his horrific tyranny.
The demonstrators have displayed their right to express their solemn grievance
peacefully petitioning nonetheless being subjected to a state-sanctioned violence.
A looming decree of malicious intent has been wished from our hungry adversaries
destroying our constitution while dividing and conquering with ghostly mercenaries.
As the pandemic rears its ugly head the younger compatriots risk their precious health
while the misers and famous are irresponsibly mum rolling like hyenas in their wealth.
The courageousness has come from retired men of arms who share their concern
exclaiming persistently that this procedure must be consequentially overturned.
The falsehoods have assembled to define an alternative prism of unreality
which forcibly dominates our thinking process provoking an atrocious calamity.
Hence the values and virtues of our culture became an antithetical democracy
until we raise our awareness of the bitter misuse of a malfunctional thugocracy.
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Irrationality of Prejudice
Two phrases of importance come to mind
We are not at fault for our genetic origin
All born from the Love of God’s humankind
like a melodious passion from a violin.
Comforted by the breasts of our mothers
as she caressed us with warmth and security.
No different whether rich or impoverished
we are chosen to be amongst each other.
Wide-eyed with our innocence unblemished
we hold respect for our neighbor in purity.
Why then arises this embittered intolerable hate?
Through sympathetic eyes we can replenish
the appearance of talented latitudinarians.
They deliver tolerance to gratefully illustrate
the recognition of one’s self-worth as priority.
Hence holding confidence for poor plebeians
for furtherance to realize their lives to cherish.
Relieving the inner turmoil of inferiority
while reaching a fruition through good Samaritans.
Remaining however humble as well as steadfast
to our collective deploring the iniquitous disparity.
Recollecting our heavenly gift the evil praetorian
will demise in shame then evaporate and vanquish.
The injustice will squander dissolve and dissipate
while the white-hooded racists are a thing of the past.
The demonstrators plead for a righteous equity
with the removal of the irrationality of prejudice.
A collaborative atmosphere can truly emancipate
us to a community of fulfillment and substance.
We cannot accept any form of vile superiority
for it perpetrates an ugly head of ignorance.
Let a view into our gorgeous universe to outlast
the shortcomings of a misdirected authority.
We will muster with creativity a metamorphosis
encircling our source of empathy with sincerity.
We are adept to develop our resources and tasks
to topple this outdated erroneous cowardice.
Antipathy is based on anxiety which often asks
an unanswerable question lost in inclarity.
The courageous response is the perfect remedy
claiming trust is a virtue of the downcast.
The useless exacerbation exists in a lost identity
to be found in our memory with growing genesis.
Holding the torch to the wind brings prosperity
against all odds to rediscover ourselves unsurpassed.
Regaining our childhood’s enthusiasm is a rarity
we must all strive for as a prerequisite with emphasis.
Needless hesitation will be chased without remiss
into the doldrums of uselessness and irregularity.
There is here a hidden truth with an obvious purpose
to exemplify the angelic nature to bring the antithesis.
Abandoning hatred soothing the weak and harassed
bounteously charitably spreading light and verity.
Hence the plea with our hands stretching skyward
mankind presents fervently so convincingly lustrous.
We have risked our well-being expressing a byword.
Once again we soulfully plead for a righteous equity
with the removal of the irrationality of prejudice.
Indeed the moment of reconciliation and magnanimity
will fall upon us enabling growth through a chrysalis.
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Injustices of Autocratic Racketeers
The cup has overfloweth while patience has been crudely inflamed!
The rage throughout the closing hours flies like the bats from hell
irrepressible toward the witching hours with the officers in their aim.
A blatant disregard for a precious freedom has ruthlessly compelled
the urchins to be derelicts disrespecting property as useless commodity.
Possessions dissipate for life has been stolen as they recklessly defame
our cities nonetheless this radicalization is no longer an oddity.
We have been forced to accept as a daily discourse lawlessness
from the higher courts as the attorney general with his cheap undersell
releases perjurers fabricating misinformation and glaringly false claims.
Through coercion our self-centered monster has asked for a favor
and reinstated through the Senate a debunked Burisma campaign.
A sociopathic apathetic reaction while tweeting screaming murder
has backfired like a tear gas pellet ripping his face much graver
for he’s lost it amidst his arrogance attempting to enact a frame.
As the blazes burn the atrocious grievances no one can savor
are shouted in unison of the authoritative abuse. This is the precursor
for the outcries of horror as the rebel resistance will be maintained.
We hear the deafening silence of the rich or holders of supposed fame
as they speechlessly observe the societal collapse like a petty persifleur.
The anarchy has been established as a narcissistic norm to acclaim
the economic boom which has been sent to an embarrassing shame.
Wall Street is crumbling while the premonitions of valid experts
has been avoided from Dr. Carroll to Lisa Monaco as a voyageur
in outer space has escaped this disgrace while a pandemic rages.
We are witnessing a cataclysmic eruption as the entrepreneurs
all hastens to hide their savings as the ancient Greek sages
call Cassandra to predict Yani’s new inauguration of networks.
The indisputable reality of the injustices of autocratic racketeers
has plundered decency as the insurgence begins the golden ages.
The chaos is the symptom of an irresponsible denial of solid science
preached from Tony Fauci and through the CSC, Doctress Messonier.
Even in his staff the trade secretary wrote him memos as reliance
on his leadership was necessary warning not to underplay these stages.
The situation is dire with rioting and contempt. The grotesque sphere
we all must scrutinize while waiting for the eloquence of our orators.
The appalling scenarios will continue to unfold as we scalded the frontier
creating the tornadoes over the prairie as Nature was the victim of defiance.
Unfortunately the nihilism of our Prez is the example for our musketeers
as they exemplify the erosion of truth and sobriety making an alliance
with his ideology of conspiracy, hypocrisy so corrupt and completely insincere.
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Inaccuracy Brings Fallacy
Confronting the unreasonable with propriety
for our Prez’s popularity does quickly wean.
Spraying out recklessly his false optimism
off on a search for a contorted time machine.
Practicing promotion of a misdirected ostracism
excluding scientists while looking for a vaccine.
Made in America through his faulty cronyism
leaving all who criticize your blatant idiocy
as the qualified bystanders look on in dubiety.
Clutching to your power with sheer hypocrisy
dismantling our infrastructure with such impiety.
Illogic is reigning while you purge with feudalism
ousting competency within our fragile society,
who all suffer from a misuse of opiate codeine.
Like his new concept of speed as it twists and warps,
hectically ticking is the loss of a righteous sobriety.
Falsified are your predictions as Gates will subvene
many efficient laboratories to still the raising anxiety.
Devoid of sorrow while we witness another corpse
proceed to the next dimension as you show no remorse.
Ad libitum is your philosophy of opening up the states
presenting your sessions to hold on to your notoriety.
Firing the intelligence representatives which simply deviates
from rationale while your comrades you simply endorse.
You fumble through your advice and reject it will inaccuracy
causing a raucous and commotion producing a contrariety.
Heaven helps as all professors are whistling out the fallacy
as you trip over your words dismounting from your horse.
Your new pretty princess is a liar spewing her injustice
she an object of our imagination just a funny nullibiety.
You act like a boisterous bastard suffering from cowardice
destroying unification while dividing our feeble democracy.
Each of your followers is demising into a cavernous deep ravine
confused and mortified with a nonfunctional bureaucracy.
Disconcerting is the overly rampant march to morbidity
wishing for a change of events to revamp the old routine.
Instead we have no head nor tail as you possess no strategy
floating in outer space while the gremlins have a scheme.
Counseling you to avoid the truth to create a larger tragedy
questioning your motives, asking you if you have any self-esteem.
Running after your second term resolved in solemn subjectivity
engrossed in you autonomic lust reaching for a quixotic dream.
I wish you lots of luck foreshadowing your glorious success
while all artists and athletes wait for their peaches and cream.
It seems you require slumber as your drive your new activity
nonetheless your tweet incessantly spawning only distress.
Read the Laws of Einstein and jog at the speed of light
pursuing your warp in the search of some life and viability.
Perhaps you won’t lose your toupé in the dark of night
finding your path home although we have horrible visibility.
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Hysterical Henrietta
Hysterical Henrietta wore some rose-colored glasses
blowing soap bubbles like a nervy rambunctious kid.
Scratching her fingers across a funky blackboard
sending chills up the spine. She has a talent and outdid
the entire competition being very thrilled to annoy.
All of her piggy-bank savings she tended to hoard.
So slimy and greedy she was not to be outbid
Greasy and gaudy with a plastic smile as she sasses
the children like a great-aunt who wore corduroy.
Please chic have mercy I can’t handle your attitude.
Slap me across the face because I was making passes
Leave me at the dime store because I’ve lost my poise
Maybe there I can chew some lickerish for my solitude
has long been misused. Barraged by filth and noise
until I start to disintegrate and at last I crumble.
Losing my balance and then my precious voice
for I know sooner or later I will be screwed.
Finding the nuts and bolts flying out a rumble
Hysterical Henrietta was my last and only choice
hoping for humor to help me with my platitude
Screaming at the top of my lungs to keep me humble
as I slung shot her pebbles which stuck in her molasses.
Her eyes did bulge with a surprise attack as she soared
like an albatross trying to land upon the grasses
of the lawn of a Duchess and Duke who were sadly bored.
Outraging the gardener who strangely pulled his sword
which Henrietta grabbed as she started to stumble.
Catching herself before she fell to graciously conclude
her status was honored and never to be destroyed.
She simply needed the confidence to pick and choose.
She then began to bellyache as she began to mumble
a prayer for she knew from here to China she was adored.
You better not tread her path. This you should avoid
for her secretive style of living will never fumble.
She is a free-winging bird born as a humanoid.
A hermaphrodite who loves sipping some booze
Demonstrative deserving respect pointing toward
the detour on the junction of a trapezoid.
I find her amusing as she flaunts and struts forward
leaving all her admirers in a proverbial jumble.
Hysterical Henrietta won’t take no for an answer
We must forgive her for her courageous accord
Flamboyantly free of etiquette, only a few can enhance her
Free of all regulations safe from the paranoid
Gifted with freedom with twisted men who will romance her
Smiling with a cooing look with her lust totally restored
She rides her funky pony so marvelously overjoyed
Irresistibly decadent as her passions begin to ooze
Ready to capture any hungry fool as your private dancer
Hysterical Henrietta is a chameleon who readily voodoos
the atmosphere until she is totally underscored.
Watch out for she will transform. She is truly void
of all jealousy. Healing all with the way she will seduce.
Hallelujah for Hysterical Henrietta the absolute necromancer
Please cast your spell upon us with an joyously offbeat blues.
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Ignorance of the Fact
By missing the notice of the intel reported
needn’t bring a response this contorted.
Forgetfulness is here fully generously forgiven
yet the facts are contradictory and forbidden.
Bounties on the heads of his poor soldiers
must be weight upon his shrugging shoulders.
Still we have the horrifically deafening silence
making excuses of full arrogance and compliance
Our Vesuvius is full of his molten lava
singing a version of Al Hirt’s joyous Java.
Claiming we responded with absolute fervor
responsible for each separate Taliban observer.
One tenth of a mill for a corpse in plastic
chewing gum with his grins quite spastic.
The dereliction of the most serious duty
has a Prez sitting upon his proverbial bootie.
Filled with an appalling blatant hypocrisy
while saluting the air force with his autocracy.
Risking a graduation for future officers
playing the elegant maskless philosopher.
Jubilating the army and the State of the union
while jabbering foolishly like a stinking onion.
Recklessly exemplifying a rowdy racketeer
trying to praise our confederate pioneers.
Now Manhattan will paint on Fifth Avenue
Black Life Matters, a reckoning quite overdue.
How can our Prez look any servicemen in the eye
when his betrayal are actions he cannot deny?
Shame on your ignorance but we have facts
inaction deserves a whack on your sacroiliac.
Actually your lawless creepy Attorney General
should prepare a coffin for your ultimate burial.
Letting your deplorable traitors run wild and free
is an insult to justice and common decency.
Many processes are under the rug and looming
SCOTUS will take care of your irrevocable dooming.
Your Press chic is a cute little Irish Catholic girl
speaking falsehoods as far as God Atlas can hurl.
Mike says we knew the credibility of the threat
hence the executive branch in total obvious debt.
Aware of the sickening plot of buddy Vladimir
has him frozen speechless gazing in the mirror.
One scandal to bury another still in the bloody bush
while the Afghanis are concocting the next ambush.
Hidden in their Earth is an unbelievable wealth
being slowly removed for western financial stealth.
The meddling of Congress was shortly in question
as the country’s servants are waiting for resurrection.
We must take the Prez by the ear for accountability
cowering to adversaries with his flagrant ineptability.
Maybe he truly never heard the screaming warning
yet I must inquire we now stop this brutal mourning.
The info has arrived on his desk in the Oval Office.
If he asks aggressively why this will surely suffice.
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Here’s Donnie
What is the moral of this comical fable?
We have chosen a jester who is neither trained nor able.
He picked up quickly a quaint little “Milliardy”
and wasn’t very punctual, but foolhardy and tardy.
An absolute nincompoop and clumsy of foot
Very greasy and unkempt, full of rubbish and soot
Totally narcissistic with his nasty manners so sarcastic
A complete loser brownnosing the rich and cynic
Weak of speech, utterly dumb confused and illiterate
He stumbles over his words, ooing and ahing like an idiot
Bringing it all on the table his proposals so horrific
Lost his bloody mind and falsely supervised a clinic
Lord! Help us if he decides to get any meaner
We have the People’s Watch who register his demeanor
Such an atrocious calamity of absurd inexperience
The general prognosis is manipulation as his final preference.
Dumbfounded and permanently scratching our heads
I think we will pray to the angels pleasantly instead.
I’m sorry for my disconcerted complaintive temperament
I will impart my statements and glorify their content.
He concocted a brand new recipe for his side-show regalia
He was inducted in the Hall of Fame of bigtime Wrestling mania!
He was overwhelmed with female charm but not a macho gent
He was acclaimed as superlative for all the Beauty Pageants.
He displayed his feistiness as a boss, the master of apprentices
by firing the inept with a cigar in his mouth which he gladly practices.
If building square boxes wasn’t enough he chose helping models.
Surrounding himself with women was once again not so novel.
Then riding the apocalyptic horse with the old rightwing boy named Bannon
caused him some indigestion while he looked into the nasty cannon.
Then we all were shocked at his at the support of David Duke
with white supremacy as the theme it was never a fluke.
Standing in the south with all levers screwed in as planned
and shamefully scoffing the NAACP with the Ku Klux Klan.
Ouch a slap in the face for the liberal doorkeeper’s scheme
with the deposing of Bernie ruining the American dream.
Ridden with falseness and unauthenticity he picked apart
the weaknesses which were plentiful from the start.
With all our glaciers melting he says it is a farce
Claiming that the world’s not warmer his arguments are sparse.
Looking for amazing truths which he reflects out loud
by stripping apart the mistakes and clearing up the clouds.
Hallelujah he won on the day the wall came down
Leaving a ripple in the crease of his trousers downtown
He curls his fingers expressing his two bits like a troubadour
Of course he will continue are ignoble perpetual war
Too ignorant to establish a fascistic round of affairs
But swims with his errors so joyfully debonair
His cabinet is glutinous with a round table of CEOs
who further their madness with their contemptible host.
Lost are the lobbyists who have become superfluous
While his processes are deplorable and most disastrous
Chasing the illegal aliens across his guarded borders
Building his Chinese Wall with a payment he does order.
Oops the release of a tape from access Hollywood appeared
A raucous, vulgar and sexist, so he was condemned with utmost fear.
Oh my mother of mercy hear my prayers and my earnest beckoning plea
Save the world and return it to the common people of empathy.
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Resolving the Temperaments of Persuasion to Encourage
Resolving the temperaments of persuasion to encourage
the initiation of individualism prompting self-motivation
to command original conceptions bringing variations in multitudes.
Inner contentment and personal growth bring our heritage
to center stage heralding in a phase of manifestations.
Ascertaining our imaginative courses as they escape in reveries
conceiving an animated sketch to portray our plenitudes
overextending our flair to encompass our singularity.
Witnessing our flow of thought to be our will of pilgrimage
as we meander through various paths of stipulation
encountering a myriad of reflections in our personal imagery.
Captivating our multifaceted shades of blue will engage
the naivety of our childlike exuberance and fascination.
Rollicking like the fawn appraising Nature’s simplicity
has rescued our fondness for the crystals of a snowflake
as each passes through our consciousness unscathed.
Luxuriously inspirited with rhythmical passages bring pulsations
gesturing nuances of excitation enkindling flames to awake.
Bewitching the landscape with embellishing decorations
invokes the forest nymphs to electrify us, compassionate and interlaced
enthralled in movement, as a form of ingenuity we will undertake.
Preserving the inception of this stream of apprehension and sensibility
we flourish through modernistic and futuristic impressions paraphrased
as such to build understanding and increase our dancing’s intensity.
Gentle whispers shall utter the unrevealed and enigmatic prelude
hence arriving suddenly is a fugal counterpoint and ultimate solitude.
Invigorating melodious transitions will envelop an idiosyncrasy
as it distinctly fluctuates transforming itself as we all partake
in conjunction with a congregation of an angelic soul’s sentimentality.
With our hands extended full of preciousness and reverent gratitude
we enhance our environment exuding our positiveness as we wake
the slumbering giants from their lethargic winter’s hibernation.
Resonating our eleven strings to ring majestically, our beatitude
comes forth as the divinity of our creativeness becomes our reality.
Fashioned is the art deco above the streets of this godly city
to lionize its gorgeousness and inspire our universality.
1
A summer Vision
By Ellias Aghili Dehnavi, from Iran
A lonely sunflower dances in the field.
Bright petals smile and salute
Clouds of the skies above.
Doves cross the field with their opened wings.
They rest in the sunflower's shadow.
Bees flying over a child.
Licking her melting ice cream.
Meet the sunflower.
A calf in the wheat field scatters the flies.
In the days of summer.
He eats and sleeps
While the sunflower parties with the bees and doves.
2
A Winter Paradox
It is freezing cold but my little bird sings.
Though the cruel coldness stings
The creature in the heart.
It's winter! Her sad ditty does impart.
The winter comes and lasts forever.
Like a camarilla, trained to take whatever
That is still green
Nothing his might does intervene.
It's so cold but truly pretty
The thick ices which are gritty
Crumble under our feet
While we pass the white street.
The crystals cover out earth like a shroud
But underneath there live a crowd
Who watch the beauty of snow
While somewhere else a tiny bud does grow.
3
Abandoned Angels
She was fifteen and the hellion was seventy five
So rich, but hardly walk and hardly alive.
Blowing his cigarette's smoke right to her face
Laughing hard at the poor woman's disgrace.
Became pregnant when she was thirteen
She was forced to work hard, was beaten, poor Kirstein.
.You're abandoned since you're a girl" then slapped her face
Laughing like a monster at Kirstein's disgrace.
Her father sold her when she was eleven
Thinking she is leaving for the heaven
While there were tears on her face
She whispered:" is this an end to my disgrace?"
She can never forget when she was nine
After her father had drunken wine.
Beat Kirstein and her mother on the face
Under his boots her mother couldn't brace.
Now abandoned for the second time
With a baby, burnt face, her loneliness no words can rhyme ,
The sound of hails on her face
Even rain is challenging her grace.
We all witness Kirstein and women similar to her
But nothing we do for their deaths to defer.
Together we can change their situations
Improve their lives, welfare and educations
And put a stop to their forced abrogation.
4
An Autumn Song
The lonely birds join the leaves' throng
And together they sing an Autumn song.
A sparrow joins them to sing
A fallen leaf in the wind does swing.
The cool breeze touches the naked trees
Drops of rain wet the little angry bees
Who can find no flowers to cuddle
Instead together they do huddle.
Summer slept and winter awaits
But the fall the universe decorates
With the colors: red, orange and yellow
A cluster of brown leaves sleep below.
Together, they all, sing the song of fall
The crows dance, the snakes crawl.
World is covered by a yellowish blanket
And everyone is invited for the autumn's banquet
Which is all about beauty and diversity
When all sing a colorful ditty.
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Broken
In a cold summer you did depart
Since then I carry a broken heart.
Still don't know why you left me alone
To live with sorrow, to live on my own.
You were my close jaunty bright star
But now you're drastically far,
Now my life is a starless night
In which I sleep with fright.
We used to sailed on the same boat
Going to islands so remote
There you took my hand and said:
"I won’t leave you, even when I'm dead"
I died and you survived
It was me who strived
For all the moments of this love
But now I'm like a hunted dove.
The claws of your fake sweet words
Hurt my heart like some poisonous swords,
My story is more tragic than Macbeth
I suffered a suffering black death.
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Chocolate Scoop
Me, Amy, Matthew and John
In a plain of Jonquil run.
Amy a butterfly chases
Big smiles on our faces.
Me, Amy, John and Matthew
Try a game which is new,
Who catches a white moth wins
Amy smiles, John grins.
One…two…and three I caught
Amy waits her shoes to knot.
John caught one and Matthew none
YAY, the game as usual I won.
Mr. Anderson, the ice cream man
Who said he has visited Iran,
Calls us to eat ice creams
Of happiness Amy screams.
Since forever we're a group
Always we eat the same chocolate scoop,
We laugh, jump and eat
Who cares his clothes to remain neat?
7
Dead light
Little kids with so many dreams go to bed
While the lights still shine,
For in the reality the light is dead
New lights in their dream they design.
Lights which never die.
A light connected to eternity
That help their dreams to fly
And depart from the gray city.
A reality without light
Doesn't worth to exist,
For people live in fright
And for their goals they don't insist.
A life without lights
A life filled with darkness,
Starless cold nights.
Sadness the hearts harness.
The kids prefer to sleep
Not to wake anymore
They sleep so deep,
The reality they ignore.
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Dear Mr. Death
Warm greetings dear Mr. Death.
Where ever you are.
Calm and greedy dear Mr. Death.
Lives you take at a war.
A letter and flower for you, Mr. Death.
As a sign of friendship.
For our long term cooperation Mr. Death.
On the death fathership.
Recently you've been vapid Mr. Death.
Is anything wrong.
Maybe for the vacuous life Mr. Death.
Come on, you can get along.
Remember the souls we took.
By the hook or crook.
Veracity we had in our work.
You the boss and I the clerk.
Now I am old and weak.
A little tired and sick.
Maybe I should resign.
I can't grow like a wine.
So I decided to go.
Abdicated long ago.
My bones were fragile.
Couldn't resist to beguile.
Neither me nor anyone else.
In Tokyo or Wales.
Can't take down Mandela.
Let alone our wretched !..…
Still to you I shall tell.
May it for you rings a bell.
I was born in 1913.
Been savage and a little mean.
In a land act i hailed the world.
Not so far I became a lord.
Lord of a separation.
Targeted the heart of a nation.
Yes, for sure, I am the old Apartheid.
Known to you and knowingly worldwide.
I did what I could do.
But Mandela, who were you, who.
I'm leaving but for you a letter I leave.
For the world and who resists to believe.
I may return and put you all in fear.
In a broken heart of a kid, in tear in tear .…
9
Death of a Dream
When the wealth of the riches breaks the extremes
Thousands of poverty's children lose their dreams.
They sleep to see no more
But to run along a golden shore.
One dreams of warm cotton shoes
Other of learning how to play the blues.
A girl dreams of a doll
A boy of a colorful ball.
Some dreams are hardly dreams
For children wake with harsh screams.
Since they only see nightmares
And feel the coldness of their tears.
Some can't sleep to see dreams
Work till dawn when the sun gleams.
No one there to mollycoddle a little boy
Or give him a car, a bicycle or a pretty toy.
It's hard to see and forget
How life these youth does treat.
At least, before you hit the sack
Think of little John, Zack and Jack.
Who just sleeps to feel their dreams
While riches' wealth whacks the extremes.
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Diary of a Monk
Red as blood they command
and Apostles cry,
His blood on the land
His soul in the sky.
Fire on the paper
not turning cold,
Abrahams are rare
And Nimrods are bold.
New world in a word
can't be confined.
In that big castle a lord
to the pains of people blind.
So, if that lord to be Nimrod
Who'll be the Abraham? I ask.
for the poor the food
and their starving task.
11
Do You Want Peace?
Shiva is Passim
Shiva your universal presence felt.
for enemies dooms already spelt
your miracles even stones melt
you, my enemies already dealt
Shiva stops my wrong ways
and my games he plays
he is merciful, world says
your troubles, his blessings chase.
Shiva! make me financially sound.
in your hands protection I found
make me ever well off
you have given Parvathy, left off
Shiva my case you judge.
let my argument cutting-edge.
see complainant gets crushing humiliation.
and get my just jubilation.
Shiva! you are Sun-shine in mist
for my enemies, prove iron-first.
you are devotees precious gift
enroll me in your devotees list.
Let me have successful fight.
after all I am right.
bring the thieves to light
Shiva! so high your kite.
Believers in Shiva are sapphires.
their troubles he slowly fires.
their lives he makes excellent
everywhere they are brilliant.
For Non-descript feel no scare.
Shiva always minds your welfare.
Your concerns he does share.
enemies he’s going to tear.
Shiva! your glories I sing.
happiness in my life, bring.
you are heart-land king.
to your feet, I ever Cling.
You are full of imagination
Shiva! kill my petty botheration
for my enemies, work ruination
let your test have limitation
from struggles bless me salvation
for you, I have temptation
save me, without feeling hesitation
in battle, get me jubilation
‘Shiva’ is excitement and sensation
defeat my enemies with humiliation
Turn my suffering into jollification
work out my life-beautification
with you is my association
Shiva has my welfare concentration
From sadness, happiness you make
Shiva! come for heaven’s sake.
incarnation now you must take
to save justice from fake.
On you, my hopes I pin.
Change my enemies to dustbin
Shiva! let my side always win.
As the case filed by morally thin.
Shiva! reinforce my confidence, Courage.
my enemies’ plans quash, damage
in your service I engage
devotion to you, my heritage
To serve you, my obligation
to protect me, your operation
wonderful are Shiva your creation
towards you, I have strong fascination
Surrender is easiest mode.
Arjuna took that road.
Krishna transferred Arjuna’s load.
this is spiritual code.
Krishna rushes to your call
he is all in all
in Mahabharatha he stands tall
he never allows me fall
To serve you, my obligation.
to protect me, your operation.
wonderful are Shiva your creation
towards you, I have strong fascination
Krishna and Shiva both same.
God has different variety name
it is high time he came
and put enemies to shame
To serve is my obligation
to protect me, your operation
wonderful! Shiva your creation
towards you, I have strong fascination.
In your service, I dedicate
with your devotees I associate.
Shiva! enemies-plans, you frustrate
on your name I always concentrate.
through circumstances, You communicate
With you, my side always won
troubleshoots, is your gun
life has been badly run
Shiva! at least now add fun
Man having sacred ash
has Shiva’s blessings-cash
devotees meditating Shiva ever
he will their sufferings sever
Shiva has surprises in store.
2007 was year of bore
2008 opens more opportunities door
success follows more and more
My Knowledge doesn’t invent
your service it underwent
sorrows, defeats you prevent
Shiva you are permanent
Technology touches the sky
Shiva is ever so high
Mobiles gadgets you buy
Tsunamis, Quakes don’t die
Krishna Margazhi your favourite month.
You are present, breadth and length
Rush as re- incarnation The Tenth
put my troubles to death
Make me rich to exist
In your service I persist
my enemies you fight, resist
to get success Shiva! assist
Shiva is force invisible
praying you is sensible
to serve you, desirable
make enemies’ designs miserable
My troubles Shiva you shoot.
ever I adore your foot.
your heart I did loot.
devotion to you, ideal route!
12
Words
Scanty confabs on love
Like the memoir of eagle and dove
For bipeds are a proof
Let's not take this as a spoof.
And the golden eagle of the cyan skies
Whom you could not observe with thy naked eyes
Fell in love with a brown dove
Whom he saw from the skies above.
un amore benedetto santa
un amore così bella
They migrated from France, Paris
And dwelled in the city of love, Venice.
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Vackra Drömmar
Hail to the Swedish northern light
For making the darkest nights bright.
But hail to your eyes of wonder
That kills the darkness like a thunder.
Your hands the inclement does melt
Warms as the first days we met.
Let's draw on the heart of sky
Two wings, then with our dreams fly.
You'll be the comet I chase
After 70 years I again see your face.
Your face, your hands gleam
Like always, my angel, Fahim.
But you are the shooting star
You're a dream, near or far.
Break the chains that fasten my feet,
I want to dream , the chains I can't defeat!
You be my comet and my holy dove
Let me dream and see you above.
What chains us is the mechanized life
That rejects the beauty of the shepherd's fife.
But let's hail that Swedish northern light
Let's break the chains just for to-night.
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United at the Heart
Bright stars are dead
If the night dies and
The red roses will grow
On the simple plain soil.
No one goes to heaven
For being white or black,
The essence is the same
We all walk on the same track.
We are religious but forgot
The true religion of God!
To love and let being loved
Remember, we are united at heart.
The beauty lies in difference
And the difference makes the world,
Yesterday is different, tomorrow unknown
We are given the same soul but stay alone.
We all are members of a whole
Though we ignored the soul
But remember at heart
We unite and can't depart.
15
To The Future Kids
To the future kids I write,
That years ago in a fight,
We were forced to kill,
I don't know the reason, still…
To the future kids,
Sorry for our deeds,
We didn't want to kill,
Future kids, we know how you feel.
I write this for you to know,
Beggar becomes king, king descends below,
So nothing's stable
History maybe's a fable.
But what we say is the truth,
We were impacted by their abuse,
I mean apartheid,
So savage and wild.
We were used so bad,
Future kids, my son, don't be mad,
Feel our pain,
We could not even complain.
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To That Falling Man
In the backyard of our alley that leads to death, "
"Some meters below the mall,
"Our society's in a mess
"It's not autumn but p eople fall.
"Depressed by deeds,
"Let down they say
"Smoking weeds,
"Doesn't turn the night to day.
"It doesn't help you to escape
"or helps you to forget!
"But your soul it does rape,
"your face it makes wet.
"You cry
"you're unconditionally gone
"your body burns, soul does fly
"Embrace the sky, embrace the sun.
"But then crashes on the earth,
"you were too close to sun and fall
"You crashed in our backyard mess,
"Near that mall.
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To A Bygone Child
At a winter night under the shadow's light,
With a glow worm around his sight,
A word he said and saw the world,
Though it was cold he thanked his lord.
East winds that never did cease,
The autumns they always would please,
Touched his hair,
Shook his body and fur.
So much to know but little to care,
Lines of truth and reality we blur,
From the very moment of his life,
Against the world he holds a knife.
I've taught him how to love
The world, birds a dove
And gave him what I had
Poor little boys still so mad.
The logic behind this world,
About making things so bold,
Like the religion you follow,
Or the city you live in, Baghdad or Tokyo?
The logic behind our world,
The colors which are so cold,
White, yellow or black
Doesn't mean to attack.
Mankind so proud but lean,
Towards each other so mean
We behave
Expecting our God to save
Us but from who?
Yet we have no clue
That why we demean this way?
Expecting God to descend one day.
You all know these words,
Still we sharpen our swords,
I told my child to see the light
For the equality he wanted to fight.
Now that he's gone,
My light of life, my son,
Still never i can say,
How I miss him in every may,
