Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
MY HOLY VIRGIN'S DEATH
Weep my people weep
For my holy virgin has gone to sleep
A sleep eternal and deep
Her soul her creator must reap
Born of the world
But not of the world
Chastity her watch word
Her purity rose like an incense to God
Of old she swore her solemn oath
To evade immortality's boat
That she on the wings of sanctity may float
And over sin gloat
But the enemy laughed her to scorn
The battle line has just been drawn
By her, will it be won
Or will she mourn?
With lust, they fought
With love, she defended her lot
They exhausted all that they got
Death became their last resort
For this she was willing to die
Offering her life to he who sits on high,
She let out a victorious sigh
"It is finished! To my heavenly spouse, I now fly"
So was the victorious death of my holy virgin
Who conquered sin!
Imagine my surprise,
When David killed the bear!
I couldn't believe my eyes,
When the lion lay there!
Little did I know then,
God trained him for a fight.
A fight he could not win,
Fighting the Giant's fight.
Sent to the battle line,
His brothers' to report.
He heard the troll's malign,
And purposed to retort.
He'll fight God's way today,
His honor to uphold,
Running into the fray,
Killing the one who trolled.
Imagine my surprise,
The eighth and youngest son!
God shepherded his rise,
The Giant is undone!
Did not see this coming,
All of us scoffed at him.
Our lack of faith numbing,
Our view of God was dim.
My son sought God's glory,
Never fought for his own.
A shepherd boy's story,
Leading to Israel's throne.
The Lord is my Shepherd,
He trains me for a fight,
My heart for Him is spurred,
When faith transforms my sight.
The pandemic unfolds, relentlessly
Hiding here and there, shamelessly
Guerilla tactics in the crowded jungle
An uninformed battle line can only bungle
So we are back to commodity trading
Peddling wares whose glamour is fading
Selling systems which worked in yesteryear
Declaring of home-grown innovation, real fear
Mentally and emotionally we are at the ceiling
Tomorrow may bring the unknown feeling
Living in the past, we go back to school
Trying to see, who’s the bigger fool
When AIDS hit, we rallied our front line forces
MERS and SARS followed the same courses
The text book on this one has not been written
So with Hydroxychloroquine we remain smitten
While Mom is busy raging
In what are kids engaging
Are they with her on the battle-line
Do they cling in fear to her hemline
Women screaming slogans shrill
Some consider this a thrill --
Once we scorned child-vaudeville
What will raging moms instill
I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
that's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin looter kings and Drama queens
trying to ignite a darker form of change
(passive resistance and civil disobedience be damned).
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem,
a combat sport at its very finest.
A twitchy thin blue battle line versus
a pulsing cluster of malcontents...
A mixologist's dream:
tumblers of tear gas
Molotov on the rocks
pockets of flaming shots -
Goblets of salt rimmed shattering glass -
whirling cherry bombs and baton.
Wrestling matches-naval shots and bloody Mary lips.
The blue man group atop Battle horses
sirens and flares inter-coursing...
Wish I had the balls to join in the fun.
but I do the next best thing,
steer my recliner-straight into the fracas.
Roses From All Nations Scintillate In Complete Harmony
Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony,
Liberally rejoicing its natural mood, praiseworthy,
At times, beauty alone is an element that will outshine,
Given its prominent stature, the odds will be well-define,
Gracefulness is quite an admirable equanimity.
Through time, the rose is a regular fixture of unity,
Though it has been tested by all fronts, passive immunity,
It has withstood the annals of time to be on the front line,
Roses from all nations,
There are clubs and organizations in the community,
Their presence well spread, offers people an opportunity,
Only some countries have other flowers that are a gold mine,
Traversing over and challenging drawing a battle line,
Overall, a rose would be a headliner, approvingly,
Roses from all nations.
2020 March 06
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My ode to William Henry Harrison, 9th President
of the United States, yet barely known.
A Founding Father’s son and longtime frontier resident,
Brave military leader to the bone.
His victories in uniform stacked up along the way,
rarely defeated at the battle line.
As President, though, died in office one month to the day,
now nobody remembers Number Nine.
He served the House of Representatives a term or two;
in politics, he always did excel.
First Governor of Indiana Territory, too -
Ohio’s 13th Senator, as well.
As Major General, Will fought the War of 1812,
as well as several wars along the way.
His worth, though, as a President, historians will shelve
for lasting only one month to the day.
He married sweetheart Anna in the Fall of ’95,
she bore her husband many children - ten!
Although her health was poor, Anna was Queen Bee to the hive,
their son’s son: future POTUS, Benjamin.
There’s no one I would rather have protect my garrison,
though in the end pneumonia held its sway.
A military hero, William Henry Harrison -
Ninth President, just one month to the day.
The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power,
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.
On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.
Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.
As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that?
As anarchy iseminent to your act.
In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law
Where is our hope?
Where are we to go from here?
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation
And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not?
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha
My soul weeps and my heart bleeds,
We seem to have lost our core creeds.
Youngsters are now in a very hot haste,
not to wield wealth, but to wine and waste...
Character has been cocooned in a coffin,
True beauty gasps for breath in a bin.
Our ladies are weapons of mass distraction,
Men's rod roam around for mass destruction.
Women, weed and wine are the new normal,
purpose, purity and passion seem abnormal.
Men of integrity are long gone in deep sleep,
The one who upholds truth is now a black sheep.
Power, possession and prodigality now prevail,
money, music and madness seem to avail...
integrity is stupidity when men with money speak,
nobility become nonentity when rascality peak.
Hen now crows because cocks are silent,
Giants bow when greedy ants get very violent.
Wake up folks, the battle line is drawn uphill...
We shall win this war till justice stands still..
i lost my mind
to a girl of a different kind
i lost my feelings
as soon as she left me
and i lost my heart
even if it is still beating
and i lost my pride
when i knew she wasn't mine
and i lost
all i had
to a girl
man this is sad
but i lost my mind
to the girl i thought she was mine
and i lost my life
when she broke my heart in time
and then this is were it ends
cause i lost my life
right on the battle line
i saved a lot
now almost lost my life
and she left me by the side
found another instead of me
while i m fighting this disease
i lost my life
to depression deep down inside
and i lost my feelings
when she cries
for i just lost everything
to some simple disease
she didn't care for me
and she broke me piece by piece
i just lost my life
to a girl which was never mine
and to think i was alright
was just a big lie
for i lost my life
to a lie which killed me inside
Chain Reactions, I fall like the first dominoe
The point of entry and the ballistics
I leave tracks and I read the tracks of men
He's the Commander ask him about the optimum use of Infantry
Strategy, strategically at all cost hold the battle line
Wearing my camoflauge, thats me dressed in descrection
Soft in my letters, open minded and receptive
to every word she has ever spoken
Words fixed and framed set like A jewel
set on the head of A Queen
On the throne she sits
And the hope she gave me
And every thrust made by her enemies I have parried
As I endure another risk Death is probable
In these kind of perils many men will perish
My hearts noble
much of what I feel is left unsaid
I've been sitting here all day like a statue
Fear is running rampant throughout our great nation
Some fearing guns; some that they’ll be taken
The battle line is being drawn quite bold and quite wide
With propaganda being spread full of lies from both sides
Such contempt and mistrust has infested this society
Contributing to the root cause of the problem I see
Children witness venom and hatred in the stances we take
Making matters even worse – of that you should make no mistake
We have lost the ability to compromise for sake of the greater good
Shake some sense into both sides – I only wish that I could
Meanwhile nothing is being done for the situation to improve
Instead the adversarial sides are being stubbornly rude
For the sake of the victims is there nothing we can do
To get both sides together and from this problem pull through?
Like distant drums in rhythm pound
Endless rows of human kind
Marching soldiers cross the ground
Towards some battle line
Bound to those who went before
Obsessed in savage pride
Forge blindly to the raging war
To slay the other side
Wisdom lost in murdered dreams
Learned naught from battles past
Dead heroes lay in bloody streams
When oh God will be our last?
Like distant drums in rhythm pound
Endless rows of human kind
Marching soldiers cross the ground
Towards some battle line
Bound to those who went before
Obsessed in savage pride
Forge blindly to the raging war
To slay the other side
Wisdom lost in murdered dreams
Learned naught from battles past
Dead heroes lay in bloody streams
When oh God will be our last?
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