Joe Maverick Poet Rhyme

On Pieces of peace'

In most villages away from the main citys
In 1950s say.? Life was that bit more gritty
Yet removed from 'power centers' and
Information bases, i see life was more restfull, the flow of events, went at acceptable paces? Here no connection through ideaology from the intellectual
Groups; leading down through politics and
Milatary boots, linked in; to learning centers, ensuring, speed of delivery, to all and any
'Even then, with consciousness, will, good
Sense, and approbation, disruptive and
Untried suggestions, were not dished out
Just arbitarily.' So even in these conurbations confined, dissconection offered, some respite we find, yet if you
Lived in the country? T'was much better there you lived, for life and not just some letters.'

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Joseph P. DiMino October 31, 2025 at 5:02 AM In older days, when plagues hit, those who could sent their children to the country. Lots of great music, poetry, was written where purer atmospheres -- certain the elite, have their bomb shelters beneath rural mountains -- when God decides, no place will be deep enough nor far enough. When one is out of the human body, in spirit form, all reality is instantaneous -- Joe Maverick October 31, 2025 at 11:19 AM Wow are they in deep woe..Still when the mountains fall on them they'll be in the Korrekt spot..Ja..Ha ha.))))))

Yann Rolland October 31, 2025 at 1:32 AM there are always ups and owns in progress, we, from the sixties have to adapt more and more since growing older, your poem is so accurate and thoughtful, enjoyed Joe Maverick October 31, 2025 at 11:17 AM I think the world is intended for down by those sad w e f clowns, morelike Yann..So why not show more cheer.? Its our chance while we are here.'

William Kelii Kekaula October 31, 2025 at 12:49 AM A country-life, electric-less 60s, till the 70s generator, TV sacrificed for the fridge, prioritize, AM/FM will do, school ABC, 123, then ears for all else, at home a bookworm, at school a sponge to wipe-out the words of their mouths to my ears, then back home, to a bookworm, wise over the years, workaholic-life, family, till one night my 30 year old son, dies in a car, now my book is photo album of his pix. No matter how much you live in a dream--reality takes a bite of your life. Aloha, Will Joe Maverick October 31, 2025 at 11:14 AM My regret on the passing of your son Hilo Life is a callidascope of Events, sometimes we seem stronger than at others..I wish you peace and purpose in Gods will Thank you for your time Here.)