Best Equitable Poems
Drive mindfully, dear children, as you traverse hurdled highways of life,
Cognizant that adjacent to an oasis of joy, lies a desert brooding strife;
Assume charge of your chosen path, obey rules of road as you ride,
Pursuing life’s aspirations you vie, with compass of mind as your guide.
Beware things luring you with glitter, may be just metal, feigning gold,
Love superficial, love that is shallow, never the love for you to behold;
Don’t let a mirage~ a spurious illusion~ become an aspiration of hope,
Life, a vast ocean, as it ebbs and flows, learn to navigate, strive to cope.
As shrouds and clouds obscure life, seek enlightenment to wear a smile,
Defy encroachment of grimace, defy the vibes that cramp your style;
Embrace blissed domain of empathy, proffering missives angelic, kind,
Yield to others, who are lost, show them the egress destiny designed.
Build your abode on pillars of morals, revering honesty, and trust,
For they are the hallmarks of people, respectable, equitable, just;
Mind your paradigms and proverbs, practice always what you say,
Extend genuine gestures of regret, when actions have gone astray.
Be grateful for family and friends, honor them in prayers of heart,
Create keepsake albums of memories, life-scapes endearing impart;
For they are the priceless treasures of love, omnipresent lifelong,
Inspiring, nurturing you, reassuring all along~ love can do no wrong.
After the funeral,
the town changed its street maps,
old houses were relocated. new shops opened
in long emptied malls.
They had never shared their likes or interests,
they had not even shared an equitable life;
now she understood the changing landscape.
Before his death, the town was seen
through his own lens only;
he was ever determined
to shape her view, make her see things his way.
After this post-mortem revelation,
She recalibrated her car’s GPS:
It takes her now
to the as yet
unseen.
JENNIFER
I posted a poem on the 11th February 2019 that my Grandfather wrote to me in 1971, titled,
“My Granddaughter Jennifer”. I also mentioned in my introduction to this poem, that I had lost my Grandfather’s poem’s except for a two or three of them.
Well to my delight, during one of the three most traumatic events in one’s life, a move, which we
instigated, and bravely followed through, I found a small file with his poem’s to me!
I was quite thrilled – this one was sent to me 31st January 1967 when I was in my early
teens, which I thought I would like to share with you. Again this is an exact replica of my Grand-
father’s poem – keeping in mind, that English was his second language, not
his mother tongue. This poem was titled merely:
JENNIFER.
TO MY DEAR GRAND DAUGHTER
J Jubilant to have attained your aim
E Efficiently wise to pave your way
N No matter what your plans can claim
N No matter how hard is the game of life to play
I I am certain you are going to succeed!
F Free be your mind and eminent your inspirations
E Equitable be your conclusions, free of imaginations
R Remember these words Jennifer and proceed……..!
He further went on to say ….. In this world Jennifer, you will sincerely
Feel your heart overflow with happiness, but when you do, stand by
anything in which you believe is true. Only with truth will you fly to
new horizons that will help you enjoy the moment, and see life through.
Panos,
Athens,
January 31st 1967.
*Note: This is a tale of honor in which the protagonist refused to tell his lady a truth which would have broken her heart, so instead he allows her to believe a lie, although it cost him her love.
Your tears stream salt into my open wounds
Equitable punishment for a scathing tongue
When deceptive words spilled from its fork,
my palate tasted morsels of amarum gall
Mea culpa Mea culpa
What penance do you deem to be delivered
for chafing injury upon your virtuous heart?
I have perjured myself with loathsome deceit
Condemned a liar, in weeping from your eyes
Deprive me of your kiss, as rain denies a flower
and I will crave death in a cold grave of darkness
Parce mihi, amica mea ~ forgive me, my love
The moment of reckoning weighs upon my brow
Mea culpa Mea culpa
To defend your innocence, I have readily sinned
For if truth I had told, it would've been a sword
and my hand, the one thrusting it into your heart
My life was loyally given; well worth one dulcis lie
Latin translations:
amarum ~ bitter dulcis ~ sweet
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
"An Equitable Assassin Trying to be Nice"
...he
slides the coldies
across the table,
the beer, American
not as sharp,
but slides down
quick, smoothly
clean
cold
crisp
he thinks,
lips ripe
for kissing
the prints warm
the motive missing
somewhere lost in the hallelujahs
Jacob’s Ladder
crawling with
footprints
hands, fingers
and lips
all over glass walls
Snow White
doesn’t sleep
at all, but ...
cool as a block of ice,
history melting
all over the place
a cold case
trying to be tidy
trying to be nice
an equitable
assassin
out of place
trying to be nice
cool as a block of ice
history melting
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Are we good global citizens?
Didn't we sell the world Uranium?
The future is an open book-----
Here's a concept worth a look.
Each of us in a calm place,
One peaceful, equitable human race,
One vast people, maybe café au lait,
One global language, perhaps,
One informal faith, for chicks and chaps,
Billions of human ants, billions,
Pigeons ready for Peace Religion,
A future for the young,
Or has capitalism really won?
Who comes second in any war?
Haven't we heard it all before?
Are we good global citizens?
Who did sell the world Uranium?
Well...............
SILENT PARTNERS
For a friends advice how far would you walk
Friends are often the ones who dont talk
It's no coincidence man's best friend doesn't speak
What kind of world would such havoc wreak
You have his trust love and attention
YOU CAN BE SURE
There are things he would not mention
His counsel is kept in strict confidence
Silence is his not one uttered sentence
No better friend to have than a dog
Unlike humans he's quiet as a log
Another good listener not talker of course
Would be none other than one silent horse
Who listens to problems troubles and woes
Only a flick of the ear showing what he knows
He keeps what is heard in sworn allegiance
and payment is only a very small pittance
This would be just a scratch on the ears
An equitable payment for all he hears
What one should know or know it ought
Such love is the cheapest thing never bought
ELIZABETH SMITH
No, Speaker Ryan,
you do not speak for me
of the sacred probabilities
for growing civil kindness.
I respect your mind and your feelings,
but we are not, as you assert, all angry.
In fact, some of us think it is a bad, sad, and mad idea
to try to develop healthy and equitable policies for Others
out of personal anger and political fear,
when we could choose motivations engaging cooperative love,
restorative justice,
compassionate communication
and internal/external peace-making.
I am sorry you are angry,
but please do not project your concerns
about lack of viable health and safety outcomes
onto win/win-motivated me
And millions of others who believe that green
unconditional warm compassion
is not only more resonantly kind
but also more resiliently healthy
than red anger
and dark blue fear
of traumatic loss.
Both political and environmental scientists
can explain why monoculturally rabid
win/lose
0-sum
predative environments
are unlikely to evolve therapeutically stable
regenerative resolutions
toward healthy sustainable
nutritionally rich
and multicultural win/win co-empowerment outcomes
for you,
and me,
and we,
and Earth
Polarizing anger
is unlikely to produce deep economic ecological healthy relationships
and wide poli-cultural love communion
with AnthroCreator God,
or with awesome messianic EnLightenment,
or with EarthPower's indigenous bodhisattva wisdom,
much less all bilaterally intelligent three
Worshipped, celebrated, legislated, governed
not with militarized PTSD anger
or polarized fear-mongering stress
or unfree, costly hate speech
But eating with joyful humility
and drinking with open, trust-developing curiosity
producing Left-cognitive and consuming Right-intuitive
compassionate neurosystemic communication
SunLight liberating messiahs
and EarthPower conserving bodhisattvas
Fruit of resilient transgenerational
sacred passion/organic pleasure,
EgoMind v EcoBody chronic trauma-informed
AnthroCrown/EarthRoot
BiPartisan CommunioNations.
I will keep this one simple as it involves one with love
to get the full impetus this song fits like a glove
I am a lover, or prostitute/gigolo of love, but a guitar
reigns all and rises above all. Thank God for Youtube and the offerings
it promotes from a antique man that its presents promote. So much I have l
listened and so much I've lost to vinyl, tape, 8 track and more than it cost.
Whatever the measure the venue that speaks is all that I ask for and all that
bequeaths. Way past, past, pre present now forward, lends ears to all measures
that motivate pleasures to all that appreciate without no man clatures to ageless
yea man playtatures. Music is all to one and all regardless of age and for one for all.
My middle son suddenly I heard him of Frank like I did as a boy in Ohio a dank. Is there
something to astrology, heredity, DNA, that speaks to the aforementioned
in a word yes foretay. Hidden, hiding, promising, pre eminent, ever prominent
evasive, compromising maleovenent. This is where parental promotion is prime
where u forget about convention, discipline, and sublime. Letting them be,
and be and be be, without social face premises to see. My sons r the greatest
as they think arraigned,unassigned, unhinged, to favor fathom their existence
in line to their own place in the present time/place/passion position equitable
and free forth coming to a future fashion fusion frankness filled with
love, caring, forgiveness, and global nurturance for all things human. Yea,
right. It is possible if u drop yr ego and give yr other other self half a f-ing chance.
A mirror works both ways my friend.
Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership
overpowering another's ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.
Enslaving force perpetuates Ego's full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could "own" another's Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from my freedom
to enslave another's life,
exterior and interior.
Slave and poverty development owners
internally enslaved by our own hypocritical hubris,
swimming upstream into economically encrusted perpetuation
of cognitive and affective dissonance,
chronic anxious homelessness,
hopelessness that I cannot afford to be more co-empathic,
healthier on my own,
than we are together
on Earth's owner-ship.
Those nations,
corporations,
families,
individuals
addicted to retaining
and further developing
vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from our own cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal from those without enough to thrive,
but also slink away from our own collective mental health,
anxiously fearing freedom's inevitable reparations,
struggling to repress awareness of nondual codependent enslavement
into entropic death of species.
Hatred combines anger about past with fear of future.
"Anger Management" politics might choose a more transparent therapeutic label,
"Hatred Co-Arising Suppression".
Decomposing hatred first breathes through "I am Anger,"
listening for Time's healing simmer,
then decomposing anger about past violations
to embrace rational fears of deadly toxins
enslaving equitable prospects for a healthy future.
It feels healthy to remember we are Anger
with ourselves
and with each other
before,
without sustaining against ourselves or others,
perpetuating enslaving hatred
for mental health stolen from those without sufficient wealth
to thrive
to feed
our own unhealthy enslaving greed.
Dispirited slavery imposes greedy unnatural ownership,
dreadful wealthy lust for power
co-arising with holistic health's decreasing power,
globally and personally,
without as within.
Very bad karma,
total lack of grace,
not our way to Win-Win race.
Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
(and second oldest heir)
Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications
titled The Communist Manifesto,
and Das Kapital
which political philosophy
incubating seeds of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle,
historical materialism, dearth
of equitable wealth, and inherent
contradictions of industrial capital
distributed unevenly
across avast swath of Earth
thus inviting his perspective
(conveniently exploited,
mined, and usurped) advocating
the working class (proletariat)
to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about
socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin exchanged for labor bled
fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat
till slaving laborer nearly became gratefully dead
despite being cased in 12 point
Times New Roman garb, who incessantly fed
insatiably maws of production,
(no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted
within schema of Capitalism),
a predominant paradigm
stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered
between bourgeoisie red
dilly controlling means
of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined
as historical materialism,
where figurative landmines forced one to tread
gingerly, thus above stated philosophy
would supposedly lead down the road
where self destruction wrought marriage
birthing Socialism offspring from shot gun wed
ding, thus coaxing eventual establishment
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association of producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless
campy population hood pitched a tent.
"Greetings To Subway"
A taste bud option determine upon a sub type like tips are a option
What type of bread do you prefer? Nearly all favor wheat or white
Six inches on the other hand a foot long
Equally distributed in halves and as an alternative, anything jampacked equitable to twelve inches
Turkey breast, Ham, beef steak, chicken breast
Meat slurry, concoction, tapioca clean processed foods much the same as crest
Tomatos, Jalapeno peppers, and lettuce
Three checks off the sub checklist
Terrified to cause errors sweating more than a sub loaded with onions
Lite mayonnaise comes into play; only the second day training and the training process is like hair waves
Oil, vinegar, mustard nearly completed the construction
A customer paces in, in three seconds don't lose consciousness to remember to say the introduction
("Greetings To Subway")
Two digit id, four digit password, sub 2, April, Katadra Dawkins, Anthony 'JaeRrah Dawkins I need you
Two five dollar foot long subs, two chocolate cookies, total is eighty four cent and Dwight
A twenty dollar bill is the payment and change is $7.16 cent
Boy what a foot long day
- Loverboi
Old sayings are gold for many
Proverbs are power house of wisdom to some
‘’Tit for tat ‘’is one such ring of diamond
Worn on their necks, revenge is its another sweet name
The lure or the allurement of it is so strong
That hardly could I, too, avoid to use it
To answer any misdeeds done to me
So I hate those who hate me
This is a very simple equation
And very equitable with the third of law of motion
And stationary things I dislike, in fact, there is nothing stationary
In relative term everything is in motion
You, me, their hate and my reaction
But I have a problem with myself
For granted I cannot take old things and old sayings as they are
I put things down side up
And upside down
Then stir it with my long handled spoon
The reason is obvious I cannot carry forward a lie
Or live in falsehood or say like a sage
Love those who hate you
I am not a prophet either, otherwise, I would say
Hate the sin not the sinner
I am mare a poet, a pretty writer
And have a big habit to pretend what I am not
And develop a knack to show people
That I am too busy with my love
And have no time for big hating business
Neither the people who hate me
Nor are the people who by mistake use the old sayings indiscriminately.
THE BIG QUESTION
Are you ever curious about your last day on earth
Does it make you question just what was your worth
Were your acts always equitable towards Man and Beast
Did you help their life's journey or was their pain increased
Did your God give permission to do with his animals what you will
Saying you might hunt them, exploit them, they're yours to kill
Were you ever told the Earth is mankind's to despoil and plunder
Have Mother Nature's jewels been wasted and plowed under
That creature in need did you turn your head, looking askance
Or did you promote compassion while there was a chance
For earth is a school and the syllabus of study
Was for an elevation of soul, not for greed, lust or money
On that day of days the bank account couldn't mean less
It's our acts while on earth are what shall redeem us
THE BIG QUESTION
Are you ever curious about your last day on earth
Does it make you question just what was your worth
Were your acts always equitable towards Man and Beast
Did you help their life's journey or was their pain increased
Did your God give permission to do with his animals what you will
Saying you might hunt them, exploit them, they're yours to kill
Were you ever told the Earth is mankind's to despoil and plunder
Have Mother Nature's jewels been wasted and plowed under
That creature in need did you turn your head, looking askance
Or did you promote compassion while there was a chance
For earth is a school and the syllabus of study
Was for an elevation of soul, not for greed, lust or money
On that day of days the bank account couldn't mean less
It's our acts while on earth are what shall redeem us