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Inside the fierce beast, beats the heart of a king
No challengers come forth to contest his throne
Leisurely days spent dreaming of his pride
Ingesting meat taken down by his females
Knowing his reign ends when age betrays
Enjoying his vigor as he awaits that fate
Another, younger male, comes to call
Lying in wait while the females are serviced
Inhaling the scent of the pride in heat
Only caution stays his hunger and power
Not so when the mighty male is exhausted
Out of the bushes he rushes the fatigued king
Ultimate victory assured as challenge roars out
Though winded, the pride male answers swiftly
Like boxers they circle, searching for weakness
Incensed at the impudence, the elder attacks
Keen reflexes, the challenger moves like a ghost
Engaging the king with teeth, claws and fury
A fatal mistake, now the old king lays wounded
Limping away, weak from blood loss and pain
Already he dreams of the death that approaches
Maybe his time is over, but another will come
Behind him, the new king begins his reign
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Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality
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The Bill of Rights was ratified
by citizens in these states,
But, see, now there is a problem
Today, it’s the world we face.
There are ten things Gov. cannot do,
They are spelled out for everyone.
For now, these rights are set in stone.
Let’s review them, one by one.
The right to worship where you dare
is the Number One protection.
Arab, Jew or the Satanist;
Free from undo persecution.
But when their Gods tell them to kill
we will hunt the sinners down.
We’ll even fight in foreign lands
and bomb them into the ground.
It also says to speak your mind!
It was next on Jefferson’s slate.
But, please, don’t utter the wrong words,
No obscenities from your crate.
Burn a flag and we don’t care,
The Supreme Court said one day.
Even fools deserve a voice.
But, in schools, you cannot pray.
Freedom of press is mighty nice
Till Paparazzi track you down.
How does the First Amendment
Let them treat you like a clown?
If the press is wrong, you can sue
But infrequently will you win.
The Courts have said, time and again,
Their mistakes we will pardon.
The right to gather we do have.
Thank the Gods they put this in.
Just make the choice of time and place
And let the world see you win.
Protest someone’s execution,
Say CNN and Fox News,
We will ask you stupid questions
And take shots from different views.
Right to Bare Arms is Number Two
NRA says that’s a FACT now.
Our founding fathers never saw
An SMG shot at a cow.
If they had, I truly think,
They’d be completely horrified.
A change of minds you’d see so fast,
‘less, of course, they’re petrified.
Militia is a good idea.
Let’s secure the federation.
Please don’t shoot the officers
When they come for regulation.
You’ll only see the FBI
If you buy weapons banned,
Or if you brainwash members
To take poison from your hand.
Number Three? No GIs in home:
Not at peace, nor if at war.
Unless the Houses pass a law
Proposed by a senator.
But even with that stupid law
We will ask before we do.
Forefathers said we surely must
Just don’t expect us to pay you.
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Words Bound Together
Thoughts Formed Between Lines
Knowledge To Absorb
Learns The Bookworm
Wishes Expressed By Letters
Ideas For All To Share
Building Blocks For Peace
Believes The Bookworm
Fact or Fiction Penned
Expressions of Desire
Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled
Hunted By The Bookworm
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The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.
One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!
The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!
To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!
This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
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No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”
Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.
We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?
So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.
So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.
Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.
The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.
This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.
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The Mayan calendar of ancient times ends
When December 12 of this year rolls around
Old prophesy: or nothing but a clerical error?
Trembling Earth and volcanic fire raining down
Hurricanes sweeping paths of utter destruction
Outer space invading our fragile atmosphere
Ultimate destruction; Homo Sapiens extinction
Stinging rain of fire and ice scouring the Earth
An end to life as humans know it; a new start
Nothing left but ashes, dust and sorry survivors
Destruction on scales unseen though out history
The bureaucratic scribe keeps the Mayan calendar
What happens when important business comes in?
Everyone suspends work on the make work project
Leaving the date at the last day to be penned
Visited by destruction the Mayan culture dies
Enter what amounts to a Typographical error
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A novel or short story is always more formal
But, here now’s a poem of the paranormal
There are a few theories beyond understanding
Well, as so many say, “Seeing is believing!”
A night as a youngster with friends all around
Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound
Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes
No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise?
A life-changing event, so simple in stature
Reveals hidden truths around us in nature
Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search
They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch!
In the end there’s only one thing they could think
It’s funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink
Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind
Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind!
It seemed such a wonder there in the night
A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight
Concepted world to never again be the same
Take it as it comes voted the name of the game!
Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters,
For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters
How hard must it hit you before you realize
Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.
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How Humans now celebrate the Winter Solstice
And herald a new three hundred sixty five days
Perhaps they go skiing, or just for a drive
Party till dawn, oh, there are so many ways
You’d have been a year older, in olden days
Now we have football all the day through
Excitement and movies, always sumthin’ new
We’d have been a year older, in olden days
You wait in the morning for the Rose Parade
Eat, drink and be merry for one more off day
At the mercy of weather, or inside and warm
Revealing these years are more modern days
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