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the will to war

The Will to War.

We are living in a difficult time for European  leaders
They are preparing us for a war that will go on forever
beneficial for the manufacturing industry
They don't want a real war, but need psychoses 
of war and steal our democracy 
people in the Nordic countries are asked to buy
food to reserve at home should a crisis occur  
What are they talking about? Most of us live from
paycheck to paycheck
Furthermore, we are asked to zeal our homes 
And stock up on ion tablets, do they think that
Everybody lives in a suburb, and most of us have
flats, often cramped, in big cities 
Our right to speak our  minds is undermined by
those who are social democrats in name
There was a time in the sixties and seventies 
when democracy in the north was vibrant and
alive, although you could freely shout  
without being censored, but we could open  
a business or settle somewhere else without 
Should you feel aggrieved, the X will listen
If you disagree with your missives

Sometimes The Strongest Leader Born In Time Of Difficulty

Sometimes, it is in the most difficult times 
That the strongest leaders are born.
Not by chance. But crisis,
Vision, and transformation.
Look at the life Moses in Egypt,
He was born out of circumstances.
Out from the Jews united aggrieved prayers
In Egypt Pharaoh's wanton slavery of the Jews.
Look at the life in a beehive without a Queen.
The ordinary workers produce an ordinary egg
Specially cared, nurtured, and fed with special food,
To make the egg grows into insurmountable changes
In physical aspect double or triple in size.
If she manage the beehive well will be given all the privileges
To produce more eggs for the beehive and to survive the colony.
She doesn't work, she only command and supervise.
She is ordinary turn extraordinary leader in the beehive.
It's like the fate of a nation when crisis arises
The people will unite, select a leader of the group to lead,
Support, extol and proclaim by virtue of people's initiative
Become their true leader to lead the country into prosperity they long for.

Words Are Like Arrows

Words spoken in haste can’t be retrieved,
so damage they’ve done can’t be relieved.
Words that upset,
you now regret,
And apologies don’t help those aggrieved

We Giving Back Love To Nature

No need to ruin rainforest
It can be done in the desert
By planting trees or palm trees
To avert desertification
I see africa is turning green
I see Gobi Desert is getting green
How God has given man a chance
To rectify our forefathers aggrieved
Nature affluence and reaping poorly
Singapore rose to economic guru
Did not forget greening its cities
Environment is love by Environmentalist
Nature is worshipped by gods
Man is human who keep his surroundings safe
Love begets love when we take care of nature.

Get It Right

Get It Right
Miracle Man
4/18/2024

After the final chapter of life is written,
Many will judge us better,
or worse than perhaps we were.

To those that we may have aggrieved
there will be a time of forgiveness maybe.
To others, a time to feel relieved.

Time spent self forgiving is not enough,
We must repent for our shortcomings in life.
Then we’ll know that all is right, and God is pleased.

But ultimately, on that day, the judge we face, 
will be one who makes only just and righteous decisions.
Judgment Day affords no pardons or paroles.
 


Revelation 20:12. KJV
 “And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged.

UNGRAVED

The emptying was torture
Like a queen bee on the back porch
Easy to avoid, ignore
No need to go out those french doors
Another route to necessity
Eliminating the need of more

...then  came the scrapping

You showed me the epidermis
Of my well
I was certain my water was sweet
Til I saw it
Shock shook the core of my soul

Then you went deeper
You broke the foundation 
Of my cistern...broken pottery
Strewn on the open ground

The wide open ground
My eyes caught a shadow
A shape of doubt melded 
With elements of matter

Grief, pressurized grief
Made a form
Walking under my well of HOPE
Breathing sorrow upon vision

Whispering...I'm aggrieved

...........does anyone care

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-28-2024

Santa May Be A Tad Late This Year

Kiddies, I'm sorry to say that Santa may be visiting you late this year,
As he struggles to circle the Earth spreading his delightful cheer!
Santa had to retire Rudoloph and his friends leaving them much aggrieved,
And long-suffering Mrs Claus is in a snit and left sorely peeved!

It may be New Years Day before he arrives, but he'll visit you eventually,
So place a snack of cookies and milk or salami and cheese 'neath the tree!
That old grinch in the White House decreed that dear old Santa's sleigh,
Henceforth, must be battery powered, to be effective on this Christmas Day!

Alas, Santa must land every 350 miles or so, the battery to refresh!
(Hopefully, he can do this in such unlikely places as Bangladesh)!
No longer will you hear reindeer hooves dancing on your roof in the snow!
But be patient, little ones; Santa will greet you soon with a cheery ho-ho-ho!

America, the Center Did Not Hold

AMERICA, THE CENTER DID NOT HOLD 

The center, woe the center 
Are we surprised it did not hold
Not even in America 
And if the truth be told 

When the two twin towers toppled 
We were stunned aggrieved and hurt 
Long gone the days of minute men 
No one to sound a swift alert 

With eyes wide open still so blind 
We failed to recognize
How much 'covid' would reek havoc 
Right before our very eyes

Relentless in its progress
Devastating all it touched 
No army couldn't stop it 
Even if one bothered much 

Still we dallied on so docile 
Till an enemy within 
Ripped and ravaged through the White house 
Bent on murder and revenge 

Men compliant and acceptant
Eyes fixed on money, power, fame 
No thought for country, without conscious 
Doubly dying, soil their name. 
 
                      -Reta Pruitt 
PS (There still are 'men with souls so dead')
-from 'THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY'

Bereavement

If splay open wide my heart I could,
to find the nexus of pain and agony:
Excise that particular node I would –
Reave and plunder it oh so mightily!
Sever, cauterise, amputate the point
from which this eternal sorrow stems.
Cleave, carve and hack away at the joint
where the dire anguish around it bends.

If these excruciating emotions I can banish,
Lash them tight with cables of sheer apathy:
Peaceful bliss never then could ever vanish –
Sleep I shall undisturbed under heaven’s canopy!
Smother, asphyxiate, strangle and suffocate
the very source that caused me to be bereaved.
Instead… I humbly submit, patiently relegate 
to God the unbearable burden of one aggrieved.

A Hurt Passenger Loosens His Tongue

These bastards styling as men’s movers
From their short trips expect universe;
Traveler to pay for bag in booth
Or get ready to lose his front tooth…

I’m the sorely aggrieved passenger
Usefully turned God’s messenger.
You don’t passenger try to clean through;
Your cheap hapless lies make out as true,
Voices sounding like owners might die,
If they should be asked a probing “why?”

Now, I see a business of necks squeezed,
Until moisture drops, no pressure eased…
A once-good driver turns a dummy
From grabbed money bulging his tummy;
Sure-to-invite tears obesity
That shortens dear life without pity…

“Traveler not the same as his load,”
Say Nigerian drivers on the road…”

Tearful Regret

A dear heart aggrieved may find it hard to offer reprieve
until the heart that yearns for such mercy sinks to the grave. 
The heart consumed by hate 
may mourn hard but it's already too late. 

February 28, 2023

A Greek Tragedy

The smiling assassin is wired and hot
  and I can hear the ticking of the bomb,
for blind to the vanities I am not
  nor deaf to the wept plaintive cries wherefrom 
beats aggrieved an inconsolable heart,
  betrayed by the Big Peacock born to strut -
not whole but divided in fractured part
  by Zorba and Candy with tongues that cut.
Methinks the time has come to call a bluff -
  to visit on Ellysian a Greek end
and let the dogs of Sparta huff and puff
  in that way which conspirators defend.
Beware the pimp behind the Grecian mask
and the whore of his bidding he does task.


         Written: November 2006

The More Remarkable

Descending into madness, drop by drop,
The senses dulled till mindless, naught perceived.
A subtle slide that ne’er rests ‘gainst a stop,
Till bottoming, the soul is much aggrieved.

No purchase then, when fingers claw the wall,
Attempting to escape the self-induced,
And were to gain a step, would surely fall,
Returning to his vomit, still seduced.

Contrite, one might assume a posture prone,
Not rage, with shaking fist against the sky.
To plead, to beg, be at a mercy thrown,
Resigned at last, not proud, with head held high.

The more remarkable, on face of it:
A hand lent down, redeeming from the pit.

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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 06/15/2022

What I See In the Holy Bible

I can see that The Holy Bible
Has not Good Words it kept for Libel:
Whoever has been badly defamed
To not feel like Our Lord ‘The Profaned’

I sort of spot in Holy Bible
The Faces of Men that did it scribble; 
One or Two free with their emotions,
The Rest Inclining to God’s Notions …

I reckon The Forgiveness Command
Wants to Man confine to Mercy Land
And that it is a Grim Injunction
That brooks no Audacious Infraction …

A Sad Mathematics in Bible:
Christ’s stated Seventy Times Seven,
To the Aggrieved quite describable
In terms of An Unfeeling Heaven …

The Hard-kicking portions of Bible
Are its Ever Scary Hell Fires
Which their Happy Writers did scribble; 
Still guilt after lawyers one hires;
I’d want not The Forgiveness invoked
And dying to hear The Hell revoked.

When God Is Small

The pain that man inflicts on man,
Near constant since our time began.

‘Twas Abel by his brother killed,
No proper view of life instilled.

And ever since, we’ve spiraled down,
Eschewing heaven, eyes to ground.

Lex talionis, eye for eye,
Creates a false sense of restraint;
It certainly does not apply
When we, aggrieved, don battle paint.

For then we, every means, employ,
Seek our opponent, to destroy.

We feel a smug self-righteousness;
We use the mouth to curse, not bless.

We grasp not our imperiled state
And blindly seek our lusts to sate.

With our warped sense of justice bruised,
We rage against an unknown God.
With eyes now blind and minds confused,
We reach conclusions badly flawed.

We paint broad strokes, devoid of light,
Expecting red from black and white.

This is our lot; this is our fate
When god is small and We are great.

Until man sees these roles reversed,
Darkness pervades, and we are cursed.

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