Best Balance Of Power Poems
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
Damn it!
Crouching low on the ridge with Joseph and Rubin we see
that twenty horses or more are grazing with a group of Indians in the valley,
through the telescope two things are clear
the Indians are young Blackfeet braves
and they appear to be watching a curiosity in the same area that Drouillard is hunting in,
the battle sheilds on their horses have the fire arrow emblem of the Blackfeet,
there can be no doubt that more of them are in the vicinity
and Clark is at least 100 miles away on the Missouri,
the decision is simple in it's danger
we must ride down there before they attack Drouillard,
maybe a friendly meeting can be achieved,
Entering the open pasture on horseback
the three of us look like river bandits in a sunburned style,
their is a discernible panic amongst the Braves
as we approach them steady as a drumbeat
I get off my horse cool as Sunday news and walk a few yards with our flag in hand,
one of the youths breaks away towards me on his uncertain colt
I stand undaunted by the act of bravado and he steers the animal back to his posse,
Rubin and Joseph know what's up
and life and death have their breeze upon us,
respect introduces itself and brash violence is subdued by handshakes,
as evening invites the pipe, together we camp
the four of us, the eight of them,
we discuss the shifting balance of power on the Plains,
I inform them that there is a new eagle named America
and it will look over this territory with strength and justice,
they tell us about the English intrusion into the area, how furs are traded for guns and liquor,
these young Blackfeet don't seemed chagrined by the thunder of change,
J.A.B.
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
In time arrow’s one way course the winds of change blow,
wafting from the fading end to an unknown another new,
the thrust of transformation they get from the power
the spurt of history gives that goes on increasing ever.
The direction toward the world order received from
the compass of current events can’t ever be altered,
the intent it inscribes on the social landscape page,
the crafty world leaders design, is difficult to change.
Mankind strives to shed the unwanted old grimes,
like the autumn dry leaves the wind sweeps away,
bury under the sand layers of senile forgotten time,
but they rise in new forms in authoritarian regimes.
Indomitable spirit emerges from the debris of history,
new generations of belief and value emanate strong,
like escalating momentum of human rights paradigm
that’ll succeed if ever it can defy the vested interests.
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The time arrow strikes hard with manipulated wrath,
transforms fast and invariably the vulnerable core
of the traditional society proud of integrity and unity,
imperceptibly into one of intolerance and hostility.
The conventional concept of herd living in free world
changes to isolationism with disintegrated families,
evolving into self-destructive fragile breed, collapsing
under psychic stress of changing times of uncertainty.
If the maneuvered course of post-cold war geopolitics
demolishes the critical balance of power and authority,
weaker nations will turn into mute and powerless pawns
in the game of chess, its rule devised by new world order.
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April 20, 2022
Contest : New World Order
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
I ain't surprised by anything I hear on the news nowadays!
The way the gov'mint is bein' run just leaves me in a daze!
This mornin' I heard another of Obama's schemes has gone sour!
Seems that this lulu will add more to China's balance of power!
His stim-scheme gave millions to the A123 Systems Company in Michigan,
To make batteries for hybrid autos - his much-touted transportation plan!
He boasted to workers that this would fuel the economy for years to come,
Yet, it seems the place has gone south and its operations will succumb!
'Tis well-known that we are in hock to the Chinese for a ton of bucks,
And here is the irony of the sorry scheme and a most important crux;
China is buying the place with our money - the whole kit and caboodle!
American taxpayers are left holding the bag - not worth a Chinese noodle!
You won't find this story on MSNBC, CNN or CBS - only on Fox News!
Other media will support Barak no matter what, spewing their biased views!
Hey! That's our hard-earned tax money you're blowin' Barak Hussein!
Are you gonna cut your wasteful spendin'? We're waitin' for you to explain!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The Truth About Thanksgiving
By Elton Camp
The Thanksgiving story taught in the school
Those ignorant of history is intended to fool
A splinter group of Puritans the Pilgrims were
To call them “fanatics” is truth, not some slur
They came intending to take Indian lands away
Wanted to establish Kingdom of God they say
Their own religious beliefs intended to impose
With woe and death to any resisters of those
Deceptions, treachery, torture, war, & genocide
All of these, to reach their goals, they tried
The Wampanoag Indians helped them survive
But to totally wipe them out, later they did strive
Their reason for inviting Indians to eat was cruel
They were buying time until they could come to rule
It was a treaty they wanted with Indians to work out
So they could take over their lands without any doubt
To shift the balance of power they needed more time
To be able to kill the Indians and complete their crime
And that is exactly what finally came to take place
The way the Indians were treated was such a disgrace
Because its true history is as grim and unsavory as this,
Thanksgiving’s a day some Native Americans will miss
Though not that they’re trying to be vindictive or mean
Rather, due to its start, it reminds them of things unclean
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”
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.
we gently pray upon our desire
or maybe our desire preys upon us
recoil in disgust at the muck and mire
only to answer, "what's all the fuss?"
life's joys and private hells undreamt of
scale's fulcrum tipping the balance of power
recoiling from the pain of our own love
and the similarity of "devout" and "devour"
Pavlovian, we turn to the bell ringing
for a scrap of nourishment or tender care
too often to find indifference stinging
is all that others have offered there
how can we anthologize a life
without including a rhyming of strife?
© Goode Guy 2012-02-03
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
When a child was a child
A man was young and strong
As A child was growing well
A man was getting old
And losing living strength
I did not know it at the time
But I held the Balance of Power over Life and Death.
On a cold and unforgiving winter night
A good ten or so years ago.
Refuse to listen to even the most agitated pleas' from my daughter
Beseeching us to drive her on a school night to see her her best friend forever,
And the grim reaper would seize his chance and the day,
To cut short yet another young life that very night,
Not even caring to wait til morning.
Yet if I chose to listen to my daughter and her heartfelt pleas'
That seemed to come from her very soul,
There would be time enough yet for life to be rekindled
And restored to it's healthy young glow for many years to come.
Maybe it was my Fatherly concern for my daughter who was so emphatic
That it had to be that night,
Or maybe it was her undying faith and a heart holding
Only love of the most pure kind,
That led to god bestowing his grace on all who were present that night.
With trust in her need and her promise to tell us one day why it had to be
That night of all nights,
I took myself out of my warm comfy chair out into the cold night air.
She duly rang to be picked up and was soon back home in a
Better state of repair.
With a safe distance between all of us and that night
With my Wife and I sworn to secrecy,
The desperate efforts our 12 year old daughter took to save a friend
Were finally revealed.
She must have given my daughter a clue that it was to be that night,
It was to be a painless passing with pills by the bedside
And over before her Mum came home.
My memory tells me a note was also there in readiness.
Silence followed while we took it all in.
When we did speak it was to praise her for her life saving skills
But expressing our concern that there might be another attempt.
She won't - said our daughter.
How can you be so sure my wife asked.
Her reply just blew us away containing wisdom beyond even our years.
" I told her she could never end up in heaven where I was going to be, so she would never see me again" were her very words.
We let those words linger for many months but kept their secret til this day.
Our daughter's best friend forever still holds her second chance in tight embrace.
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
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?
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...?