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Premium Member The Balance of Power

Without a doubt Life is absolutely filled
With moments of the sublime
Moments which come from somewhere
And somehow never ever really disappear
Even when something else comes along
Something coarse and loud
Able to drown out everything before
The sublime is still there
Patiently waiting, unflappable, nonjudgemental
Waiting till the room stills 
And its own light can be seen again.
Yin and yang you may say
Or something closer to home
The mood swings of a child
Or anxious broken hearted lover
But still only the passing phases
That make a life not only interesting
But sublimely worth living.

(7/25/26)

Premium Member Apex?

When an apex predator behaves unnaturally
The balance of power becomes upsetting
The scale is not just immeasurable
It's behaving dysfunctionally

Reason is cast aside
When sides are paramount
Differences mounting to the sky
Becoming mountainous, unassailable

  Forgetting we rose from the ooze
  We didn't choose what was discarded
  But it was nature made that choice for us
  And not something lightly regarded

The borders crossed were nature's own
And no one owned what was provided
No one claimed as theirs alone
What only nature has decided

What's unbecoming to presume
Has become our nature to resume
Some think that challenging is treason
And choosing sides is tantamount to reason

	Ignoring what has led us here
	In willful ignorance compounded
	Compounding what leads only to fear
	And thoughts of our ascent unfounded

Premium Member Justice

Justice is fair
Justice is, well, just
Just the facts
Just what is needed 
Needed to assign punishment 
Needed to enforce the law. 
Law of the land 
Law and order 
Order of business 
Order to restore 
Restore societal wrongs
Restore balance of power 
Power to make a difference 
Power to effect change 
Change in government 
Change in society 
Society united
Society rebuilt 
Rebuilt to prosper 
Rebuilt for the common good 
Good from bad
Good policing
Policing is lackluster
Policing is corrupt 
Corrupt nowadays 
Corrupt and violent 
Violent against minorities.  
Violent arrests 
Arrests without just cause 
Arrests for crimes
Crimes of the petty kind 
Crimes quite serious
Serious police reform needed 
Serious injustice 
Injustice anywhere
Injustice everywhere 
Everywhere one looks
Everywhere in America
America, my beloved country 
America has a problem 
Problem with gun violence 
Problem with racism
Racism against minorities
Racism and anti-Semitism
Anti-Semitism is on the rise, 
Anti-Semitism needs to stop.  
Stop the madness! 
Stop the mistreatment!
Madness 
Mistreatment


Premium Member Nature's Balance

   emergent flowers

     swiftly embrace sun-showers

        ~ balance of power

balance of power

the balance of power

When Kennedy lit Nikita's cigar 
no one said
Nikita, smoking is not a good thing for you
America could not accept a foreign power
so close to the American shore 
and quite rightly so 
Russia did the right thing and pulled out 
Nikita noticed the young president's hands
trembled and smiled
yes, it had been a hard call 
both men respected each other
Today in Ukraine, the situation is the same
but America's leaders show no concern
damaged is done to Russia 
not understanding her new leader
will not back down 
the reason is vanity and pride from 
 America's side
by calling out Putin's bluff 
we will live to see 
world war 3

Premium Member The Ripening of Love

(Oregon Coast, Oct. 2015)

The Ripening of Love
(for Carol)

The balance of power
Neither winning or losing, up or down
Even, harmoniously at ease,
Contented with whatever Life brings.

(1/31/24)


Just When I Thought Common Sense Was a Myth

I was beginning to think I had been dreaming all these years,
And thoughts of common sense being anything other than a myth,
Would only only end in tears,
With anger becoming harder to suppress.

I was wrong,
Common sense can still be found,
And we should burst into song,
Every time we find it still makes a sound,
That proves us wrong,
And that our eyes and ears are sound.

I just read that an 11 year old ,
Was given a lawn mower,
In a move that was quite bold,
It was not a toy and could cut grass with power.

And best of all there seemed to be no-one around,
To say he was too young,
Or he might end up hospital bound,
And his parents were with no fine stung,
With not 1 bureaucrat making any audible sound.

So, for tonight at least,
My thoughts can be less sour,
As I pray that common sense is more than a blast from the past,
And has returned to restore the balance of power.

Poems Related To War- Painful Facts

The causes of World War I, 

factors such as political, 
territorial 
NATIONALISM, 
and economic competition,
BENEFITS,
and not to let it ocur, 
the breakdown of the balance of power
SUPERIORITY
as well as a series of diplomatic clashes
PRIDE

The causes of World War II

strong currents of revanchism in German politics,
PRIDE;
the worldwide economic crisis,
BENEFITS,
many people lost faith in democracy 
and countries across the world 
turned to authoritarian regimes,
and their ambitious and aggressive domestic and foreign policies
NATIONALISM

To those three peculiarities – NATIONALISM, PRIDE, BENEFITS,
we should also add two more today – OVER POPULATION that the earth cannot feed,
and CLIMATE CHANGE 

What do you think the causes of World War III will be?
Well, no need to be a prophet to say what will happen 
Now all those outcomes are visible in our time
Nevertheless, 
The only thing that we want is
to live all around the world in peace
how can we manage to do that?
In the way one of the greatest leaders in history,
Mustafa Kemal ATATÜRK said
“PEACE AT HOME, PEACE IN THE WORLD”

Premium Member Quatrains of Hibernal 2020

Quatrains of Hibernal 2020
By David J Walker
I
The hibernal task of passing a year of Retributions
Scribes of the Anno Mundi  write in prose of those who are left behind
Those who did not believe the mask and the lambs' blood
Were one and the same
II
The solution was said to be written on a paper ballot 
And the change in the balance of power 
would bear salvation to a 
nation still  divided by dry ideas
III
The joy of the seasons  were seen, if at all, 
In a black and white rendering 
Of the world with faint memory of 
Any other color
IV
The end, of course
Would not be the end
But the beginning of an undetermined 
Measure of recovery

Voting Blues Again

Voting Blues Before May9 2018

Comes 9May, we the voters might have our final say....
Come what may, we hope to decide the politicians who can stay...
But certain factors are distinctly making our choices go astray...
A revision of electorate delineation that reeks of racial play...
Giving meaning to the big  fancy word gerrymandering, as they say....
Mysterious shuffling about of voters, the reports are coming in...
There is even a report of a man long dead, his name is still in the voting list...
Awaiting in courts are complaints of duplicated house addresses...
Giving rise to cases of tens of voters in a single house address...
It is on record, up to as many as 60 voters are housed in a single address...
Of course, the evil of money as in money politics is all too obvious...
Political frogs and political big shots  wannabes....
Will switch camps shamelessly, so long as big money comes in...
As warned by 92yr old Dr M, even winning political frogs...
Might jump and tilt the balance of power, money talks...
But hope for justice  is what all enlightened voters dare to dream...
Comes 9May, can there be a realisation of new better dream...?

Balance of Power

Me and my sister 
wanted a request granted to us
the other day
So we sought out our parents to see
what they had to say
Daddy said go ask your Mama
So we went and asked her:
Mama gave us a hard no
That settled the matter,
or at least we thought so
A little later that day ...
Me and my sister came up with a brilliant idea,
or at least we thought it was
That’s how the smart bee stings you
when it starts to buzz
We came back with the same request 
that we didn’t get granted
earlier in the day
It was a common children’s request — 
permission to go outside and play
But this time we played it smart;
we went to Big Softie first ... like we did before,
only this time with a little wrinkle
We said to Daddy, we wanna go wash the car,
and afterwards can we play with our friends
Daddy said, that’s alright by him,
long as our Mama says so
Me and my sister walked downstairs dejected,
timid and slow
And I said to her:
looks like that yes is really a no

African Children

African Children

they sleep at night with belly's empty
 rolling in the dirt to comfort their sore's
 hands, eyes, feet
 Marley & Tosh sang of their freedom's cry

 Torn illumination
 Elephant screams
 Disappearing act through the night
 A call to provide U.N.I.C.E.F. to their great cause

 Blood soaked streets with the militia in upheaval
 tired politicians in support of apartheid
 run to the hills with cheap thrills
 A balance of power

 Mandela's voice is still heard beyond the grave
 Desmond Tutu reclaims his title and cause for freedom's cry
 Bono can only do so much
 A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love

 Equal rights & justice for all of Africa's children
 how you had fought so hard and fierce
 there truest love is gone from here
 A challenge to be free is a question of time

 One solution is using their minds
 Living on the edge and its going to their heads
 Sitting up at night all alone in bed
 Following the rainbow to the sky

 We see a vision of them pass right by
 There war were in is almost over
 It's so hard to believe but they love each other.
 Celebrate Beko and the freedom's call

Gothic Illumination

Gothic Illumination


darkened sullen brevity
 etched through the premise of my mind
 a cape of restoration
 hearts explode in illumination
 tempers on fire for desire
 the path that leads to the forest
 explore the trees
 the balance of power has been solved
 dresses draped in vast apparel
 stretched out with urgency

 the cause to explore a beautiful flower
 vibrations
 a temptation
 exposed to the elements
 a quaint cottage next to a village
 lines are being formed through a smile
 lavender mist
 we treasured a red rose that was plucked a time before
 laughter

Peace

A small word but with great meaning
Essential for the survival of human being

Everybody is in search of peace
Which is not within easy reach

Man has too many ambitions
Causing his own destructions

War here, war there
War is widespread every where

We are victims of social unrest
Absence of peace in every nest

With the innumerable massacres in Palestine
When will the light shine?

Immersed  in the game of balance of power
Powerful nations are fortifying their towers

Even if peace treaties tend to increase
Peace organisations  have no power to make war cease

It seems to be  just a cry in the desert
Bombarding is becoming a daily concert

In a world devoid of tranquility
Is there any future for humanity?

Dying World

A world that was meant to die
Crimson flows as the Nordic gods cry
Only one species is destined to survive
From the will of the dead we thrive
An internal problem no one can fix
Liberty and tyranny  cannot mix(co-exist)

chorus
Looking over the world of ruin
Wastelands of there doing
A dying people everywhere to see
Tyrants look on with glee

Chained down in this prison
Judged & condemned for no reason
A stagnate pollution takes hold
The balance of power fatally folds
The once mighty brought to his knees
A decaying culture the last he sees

chorus

I look to the future with scorn
From the ashes idiot justice is born
From the Earth come screams of misery
The masses sedated by blind apathy
Walking through the cemetery gates
No one knows what finally awaits

chorus(2)

Everything that the queen saw
A  bastardization of natures law

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