Best Charters Poems


Requiem

Requiem


The map to Requiem
Is often long, confused, and composed
By differing charters...Also
Too layered to sort.  So many movements!
Even the very shortest of lives
Could story a magnum opus
When tracked to its core.
A Requiem for one elderly
Could fill an orchestra’s entire concert 
Season of song!
The roads to a Requiem
Course singularly in God’s memory,
Fully in the graces of his harmony.
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(c). Sally Young-Eslinger 9/1/2020
With help from Antonio Vivaldi

***Thank be to God!

Premium Member Let's Pass a Good Time

Come one, come all to New Orleans
March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens
Year round festivals in town
Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down

Come on down to the Mississippi River Crest
You want a party, New Orleans does it best
From Bayou St. John to the French Quarters
Street cars, horse drawn buggies, to river boat charters

Greek, Italian, Irish, Vietnamese, Cajun, Creole, German, Black
Parades and festivals, there is not one who will lack
Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, most any day of the year
Is an excuse to celebrate and drink plenty of beer

Oysters, gumbo, mirlitons, tomato, a good Po Boy
All kinds of food festivals for you to enjoy
You like music, festivals for that, too
Rock and Roll, Jazz, Zydeco, and get down Blues

Of course, Mardi Gras is at the top of the list
Biggest free show on earth mustn't be missed
Doubloons and beads are thrown to you
Holler, “Throw me something, Mista!”all you have to do

So much sadness in the world, so come on down
New Orleans will have a festival that will  give you a smile and take away that frown
Check out the festival calendar for most any day or night
We'll pass a good time, Shah, yeh u rite

Premium Member Villanelle: When Countries Slaughter Maim Who Brands That Homicide

Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Killing for your god even to ward off a remark thought snide
Fellow believers’ll enshrine your name in martyrs pantheons
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

Leaders lie cheat slander even – forbid – commit fratricide
Citizens shrug shoulders and pass it all off as political woes
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Sick secret service scions see to it their victims all slide
Down the slippery slope of unaccountable anonymous blows
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

And yet leaders and preachers claim peace for all with pride
Their individual charters and scriptures back sinister goals
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Why then history relegates the greatest actions taken at tide
To memory’s junk pile where fester countries and their heros
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.


A Lover's Trail

Nature's love ways are sometimes cruel but fair;
Balanced charters set with no inspection; 
A lover's passage laid for those who dare;
Full hearts so often blind to reflection. 

Seek not a path set straight as science rule;
Or luscious greenery bathed in brilliance;
Fake thoroughfares may deviate to fool;
And there be Jesters with their dalliance.

Should choices prove this match to be quite true; 
Bounties offered up for tough courses stayed;
That cherished patch takes on a purple hue;
And ushers in a time for accolades.

With each desirous step nirvana nears;
And obstacles once troubling set to side; 
So knowing this and setting by all fears; 
Will you match me then my darling stride for stride.

Time Will Tell

Why did our fathers’ fence fell
And the fortunes of our motherland thrown into the well?
-Like a veteran midwife with the history of abortions
 We have failed to hatch the golden eggs of our pride and passions.

Why did our laws turn flaws
And charlatans made our charters grow claws?
-Like the bright beam of utopia before reality
Light have failed to go beyond the dark cobweb of our fantasy

Why did our lands turn islands
And the gloomy cloud shielded the truth of reality from our minds?
-Like a plagiarized poem before a forensic expert
Our political spies cannot fathom the faulty tone in our country’s concert.

Why did our sages’ pages fade?
And our green garden grows too thick for the saintly spade?
-Like the termite that is sentenced to die in sawmill
Corruption has glued itself to our land and blown up our bill.

Time! I say time will tell,
One day the snail will not be shielded by its shell
-Like the shadow behind the man that leaves his shelter ,
The belittled bush meat will hunt and catch the hunter.

Premium Member The Clown

The clown

Circuit circuits
moving round in circles
swings and roundabouts
junctions dead ends
living closures and 
beginnings

The fool wise man
woman child in all
posits mocks
understands the world
beauty horror
misgivings paths
ahead and gone
retrieved adventoured
learned felt inspected
long gone present 

Re-chisseles
comprehends in 
jest and wonderment

The jester
foolhardy
and foolproof
scribes in stone
and pencil
when fool’s gold
is just enough
where paradise
develops based on
hopes beliefs
and inner truth

The clown speaks
joy in face
of darkness
insight desperation
inspiration sweating
away the clouded
skies of dogma
digma paradigm

A joker true to
juddered jibes
jewels miracles
astonished tunes
informal charters
melodies and scented
wordings
bridges schisms
buffering the madness
infinite insanity
impoverished delusion

A senseless idiot 
giving idioms
meaning iconoclastic
impromptu impropriety
making sense of what 
there really is

A bubble blower
whistle blower
soapy gentle creature
carbolic and pugnacious
peaceful warrior
observing pulchritude
a journeyman

The circuits circle 
circuses' loops 
and rounded
loopholes spirals
intervening interweaving 
fabrics
tapestries 
makes 
the clown


The Original Magna Carta

The Magna Carta changed the rule of law,
That is, what the law was and who it was for, 
From being a simple, dashing validation of the king, 
To being about truth, reason and justice free-standing. 

The Charter came into existence in 1215 with a rebellion,
Against King John and how he forced his will:
He could seize anyone’s cart, steal anyone’s livelihood, 
Take their corn to dismiss whatever self-worth they’d tilled. 

The barons and churches were given power:
Rights from illegal imprisonment and theft of money; 
The church was allowed to worship and theologise,
Until John was not a legitimate monopolising authority.

However, church rights were only important,
Because in those days God was the small talk;
The conversation point and heartfelt social cause,
Such that religion became the concern of the first clause.	

The Charter let ordinary people become, 
Individual citizens, equal human beings to the king; 
Saved them from their position as submissive servants,
Made them represented, and eventually self-ruling. 

It allowed for the charging of taxes, 
To raise an army of representative citizens, 
Fit for the job of fighting and controlling, 
Rather than simply enlisting those who were just willing. 

Individualism as a pejorative term, 
First appeared in the 1830s from the Owenites;
John Stuart Mill fostered and influenced it greatly, 
Such that it's now a non-negotiable fundamentality. 

Political governance needs individualism, 
Albeit not as much as the tories would say;
Existentialism succeeded it and is implied by it, 
Because meaning is your call and not the monarchy’s play. 

There were many more Charters after that, 
And they all specified the ordinary persons right,
To a fair trial and to state justice yourself, 
With your imprisonment being your prison officer’s fight. 

Rights and liberties pre-exist their enforcement, 
And the original Magna Carta admitted that stout;   
Gave people their intrinsic worth as human beings, 
Created a people-centred land of devolved clout.

Carolingian Minuscule

Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era

(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee

vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati

eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance

Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription

(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate

recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world

linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation

simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic

adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon

favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes

or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,

latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian

influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects

decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.

Sophie Christiansen

Sophie gained a MSci degree from London University,
In 2011, when she was 23, and was born prematurely,
So her Cerebral Palsy meant that post operation rehab,
Came thru the Riding for the Disabled Association, fab. 

She loved Charters School, Sunningdale, an education, 
And broke onto the Paralymic scene aged 16, action,
When as the youngest GB athlete in Athens, Greece,
She won a bronze on Hotstuff in the dressage piece. 

The 2005 Hungary European Championships, next year, 
Saw her win three gold medals, and then next again year, 
The 2007 World Championships saw her win a bronze, 
And in the freestyle dressage there were gold lawns! 

The Summer Paralympics came round again in 2008,
But instead of the equestrian events being held, gate, 
In Beijing with everything else, they were held away, 
In Hong Kong, in the Olympic Equestrian Centre, way? 

So determined Sophie competed in her second games, 
To win an individual gold medal in the freestyle, claims, 
And won a silver medal in the championship dressage, 
This time on her horse Lambrusco, groomed corsage. 

At this point in time in 2009, she won the MBE proud,   
For her services to disabled sports, ‘cos she’s a loud,  
Patron of many charities, and 2012 saw her take gold, 
Once again, in the individual freestyle, postbox gold.  

Sophie was given an OBE in 2013 in the honours list, 
And in 2015 won a Woman of the Future Award to assist, 
She works for Goldman Sachs in the financial city, hub, 
With her first class masters degree in mathematics, club.

Halloween

" Halloween "

Little trick-or-treaters 
roaming autum streets
Filling up their little bags
with sweet yummy treats.

As they run from house to house
collecting all their candy
the children love this time of year
Halloween is pretty dandy.

Some kids are looking cute
some look really scary
most are cartoon charters
and some beast really hairy.

I saw a golden angel
as she looked so cute
then I saw a little boy
dressed just like a brute.

There were many young ones
out with mom and dad
having such a great time
protected and real glad.

All of the little children
were having such a blast
Halloween can never be
a thing that once has past.

Most of the older teen's
are going out to dance
hoping that they find themselves
a love with some romance.

Halloween, is loved by all
a pleasant time of the year
the little ghost and goblins
may even stir your fear...

Penned By MPK

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Premium Member She Gorges Every Day

Superfluous, abundant, saturated with fat, 
Filled to the max on each floor,
She gorges herself with all that we earn, 
Then, defiantly, still demands more,

More of ourselves, more of our life, 
She demands we play by her rules,
Of intricate policies of bylaws and charters, 
Funding police, health and schools,

And we continue to feed her, every day of the year, 
Feed her till the first of July,
Whence she returns back to the people, 
And pleads a year’s further supply,

She’s our government of people, for all of the people, 
Bureaucratically she’s stratified, 
To gorge on us to give all of us, 
The chance to be satisfied.

Premium Member Mine Is the Duty To Scream

Mine is the duty to scream
   Mine is the duty to shout

My country is bitterly divided
   Its Congress can't figure things out

The rich get richer; the poor get poorer
   That in itself's nothing new, but

Instead of seeking to forge solutions 
   Leaders, hateful invective spew 
 
Mine is the duty to scream
   Mine is the duty to shout
  
American's immigration system, broken in every way
   Lurches ahead blindly, ignoring those who say 
 
That vice-ridden schools yield test scores so pathetic  
   Even the heardest of hearts should be sympathetic  

To calls for more charters and increased home schooling 
   Lest Johnny never learn to read anything, no fooling  

While America's safety net is strained past its limits  
   Forced to provide for so many illegals with no stake in it 

Mine is the mandate to shout  
   Mine is the mandate to scream  

Venezuela self-destructs right in front of our eyes  
   As Cuba sixty years ago, it shoud be no surprise 

That her leader cracks down on free institutions  
   And tears up every line of Venezuela's Constitution  

Three millions Venezuelans have already left 
   Now that their economy of oil is bereft  

To the cheers of autocrats the world over  
   Including the leadership of America's Left  

All while Messrs Putin and Xi, in Russia and China, respectively  
   Ramp up their tacit alliance, to bring the West to its knees  

Mine is the call to shout  
   Mine is the call to scream  

~ Though hoarse I've become  
      Pleading to rescue America's Dream

Mine and White Collars In Crime

to change the charter of rights , to make claims and take from victims white collar criminals secrets lies against ones that entrusted them  hateful actions and words these  men shared  for reasons of secondary gains  losses of ours are placed in ther trust and no one will act against them terrorized and destitute 

, wrongfully done gangs criminals  not right or allow them to do this to act against all rules and laws charters dscrimiaion hatred prejudices , soon to take over
 secrets and lies if they can take point and blame you too may be next in line 
 happened to me without rights and hated and lost and lied to  no rights
what is ours and rights  insurances  proerties all taken an used in this lawyers own legal fees , and lies about the actual amount 
believe in god and have faith one day their actions will be transarent and all wil see how this can not bring us back to the days before  human rights the the charter of rights  right and wrong above the laws ca not be done  by these lawyers or any man we all have  to respect and believe in god , and in justice system. for all every man woman and child .
and not treated like i had died.  
disclaimer

Laundered Thoughts Wash Over Populations

beaming bleached grins of ivory predation
touching the tip of the steel heart severing love
eyeless lipless and formless feeling all life
forms wrinkled impulses warring like sexes
seeking paradise in the white exhalation of death
expanding minutes into eons of shadows feeding
cells populating the flesh of living loaves rising
being passed from mouth to grave nourishing reflections
deforming the scroll of experience scrawling live evil

…the wedded heretic
…time makes the law tick
…twitches of revolution stagnate
…in bacteria infested charters

seek the door—wider than the sky—hallowed candles sing darkened dreams…

Greek fornicators plunder Christ’s scream 
within the gray clouds of Golgotha
sail the trembling ghosts…
© Alex Roth  Create an image from this poem.

Modusoperandi

today he said he will change and take consideration to native missing murdered women,hiway 16 , 

the system that haunts me crimes against us drunk drivers  hit and run permwent injures losses sufered  justice obstructed nothing to help victims at nofault  fro all 3 accidents  
this is not an oversight , .or miscarriage of justice ,voice of pleas  shut out .
abuse of power  case clear in the foi files however mostly blacked out   documents facts dates changes began and continued to cover breaches ailing due process  policies payments and statuses bad faith.
to cover major losses  became   secondary gains of large portions in trusts that were not known or paid to us.

changes  to to make false statements  gathered to destroy,
  stero typed  shame guilt  
 from hatred  directed at us 
faith and hope learning laws and rules that apply , while claims and properties denied 
witnessed from secure and peaceful healthy strong hard working mother  much to live and give ,
love so deep inside  underdogs less fortunate,
gave and helped with pride 
to destitute, poverty.
charters,rights laws rules procedures all left by way side 
 not applied .
cold dark and wet the rain and winds rush
 time be known how hard it was each day just to survive.
 harm to me  im told will come one day 
so 
fear is real as what they have done network strategic alliance 
against less s person undeserving to have what is already hers to have 
what can be ? 
disappear. my life hopes and dreams do not matter ...however still very dear and real to me ,
  stand alone
truth can and will be known   . please change modusoperandis

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