Best Juncture Poems
a once vibrant, now discolored rose,
a memory of past that faded too fast
now teeters atop an old photo
my fingers stumble past it knowing
if touched its petals would crumble
it's a perpetual reminder
of how fragile life really is
the wedding photo, young lovers exchange
promises of heart till death do them part
beneath the folds of broken dreams
through my eyes it seems they belong
protected and framed within glass
yet i wonder are they ashamed
as they join together in the beyond
my childhood through the ages
a race of past, pages of life
fading to death amidst my walls
this collage of juncture can puncture
my own heart as i remember
each memory of time passing
11/02/2013
WWII 6 years and a day.
War on terror, 13 years, 5 months, 1 week, 5 days and counting.
It's at this juncture I'd find a quote or state something clever to highlight the historical contrast, but nothing comes to mind.
Six million Jews. Normandy. Hiroshima. As horrible as 9/11 was, it wasn't the world's greatest atrocity, so we'll continue counting until
the worst thing happens without us ever knowing. War is stripped of all atrocities and we forget how to calculate our own suffering.
In the end, dollars will make sense as blood becomes less expensive making fossil fuel inexpensive.
Peace, decades foregone. Six years and a day will be long gone.
At this juncture, we all are in different moods and states
One is happy,
another is sad
One is smiling,
another is crying
One is celebrating,
another is mourning
One is succeeding,
another is failing
One is rising,
another is falling
One is sick,
another is healthy
One is free,
another is imprisoned
One is born,
another has passed on
One's heart is rejoicing because it has found love,
another's heart is broken because it has lost it
One is holding on to something or someone,
another has lost hope and has let go.
If now all is going well in your life,
be grateful and enjoy the moment.
If it's the other way around,
stay positive, good moments are yet to come.
PoeticMonwa
From "rare earth for aid" to blank check security guarantee, Zelensky recently made a series of blind concession to Trumpery, who trumpeted long and long for a "peace" deal with the invader. Everybody has a clear judgement that buckling to such crapola will wipe out all of Ukraine's previous resistance efforts and prostrate their strength in reserve. Although Zelensky didn't totally say yes to these absurd malarkeys, but he and his guys did waste their breath singing psalm for much of them and even waste time delving into them. Behaving so meekly before an actually unwelcome negotiator runs counter to the previous pluck against Russia's ongoing assaults and atrocities.
To keep their homeland intact from Russia's roughshod, Ukraine has fought for three years with bulky bleeding and mass martyrdom, in no way shall they give up their principle of sovereign integrity. At this juncture, when Putin is trying to play off the Pro-Ukraine camp against each other and set the situation in his favor through rigging Trumpery, Ukraine must assert its sovereignty over not just the territory, but all the extant resources. Indiscriminately humoring Trumpery's any cracky claims equates to surrendering to Putin; And losing courage to defy Trumpery's dirty discourses and deals equates to losing courage to defy Putin.
All the Ukrainians now need to hit the nail on the head: Produce and procure more weapons, found and field more fighting units, take more effective actions to shatter Russia's brash brutality as well as their US puppets' reverie. More over, let those puppets get this picture: Only by continuing to provide Ukraine with weapons, ammos and other necessary supports, are you entitled to speak upon the issues concerning the war, to tell Ukraine and its allies what to do, how to do in compliance with US's will, and to bring each concerned side together for talks. If not, you're no longer entitled to harangue this way as a superfluous kibitzer. Simply get lost and get a million miles away.
#At_this_juncture
For long, have I been on my knees,
palm to palm, pleading and praying.
Praying for serenity in my heart,
a cleansed soul,
a cheerful smile,
Love at it's purest.
The light at the end of my tunnel.
Positioned me here, and now I'm confronted.
Confronted by demons, in place of blessings.
Lust and love, junxstapositioned.
A fate of a man, without course and self-discipline
This is never me.
My plea was simple, a companion!
Maybe the prayer was lost in the specifications.
For this here, is not what I specified.
Cornered to choose, strangled by own desires.
At this juncture, betrayal and loss are both inevitable.
They said a man's heart is wide and deep like an ocean but here I feel like mere boy, confronted and at trial. Trial for seeking, seeking what's now beyond my capacity. I said I was simple and clear but this here is far worse than my own principles.
At this juncture, if blood doesn't spill, hearts will be shattered, either way I'm implicated. Implicated by uncertainty, an accomplice, if not the perpetrator,
Perpetual results of being born a man.
Blood stains on both my palms. What was a simple prayer, turned into a nightmare. I seeked for blessings, instead I got battle of the two worlds; my heart and flesh.
Take away my sight,
take away my conscience,
at this juncture I'm not a match.
If this be a test, see from the redeemer side,
this white flag of defeat and surrender,
hoisted on my heart.
I'm a lover, not a breaker,
I'm a mender not a distroyer.
At this juncture, right or wrong,
casualties will be there,
I don't wanna be the trigger holder.
Pain and distruction are not in my veins,
please heaven and earth, rescue me from this juncture
#Poetic_Ink
we are meant for meaning
the stars that scatter the skies
are not an empty existence
they plead for significance
demand some purpose
therein we are
far from the Crown of Creation
fallible as such
a nucleus in search of
my only desire at this juncture
contemplate the heavens above
and be found worthy of this gift
Oregon 9/9/26