Best Treaty Poems
In 1840 the Treaty of Waitangi was signed,
from then to now the government can't hide,
freedom the Maori wanted, from oppressing minds
but what they got was almost cultural genocide.
First to go was the land,
next was the language suppressed by force,
legislation wrote favored only one man,
the marriage they talk of was now a divorce.
In 1980 Maori was finally recognized,
as a culture in this land, now we had a voice,
140 years it took to realize,
we educated ourselves,so we have a choice.
32 years later our fight still goes on,
still fighting the system for retribution sort,
they acknowledge now that they were wrong,
we always knew this, this is why we fort.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
There once was a Ninja so sneaky
He broke their mercenary treaty
For he turned on his own
Because greed was his bone
His skeleton is now not so meaty
Now let this be a lesson to all
Be upstanding and honour your call
Like the Ninja has fared
No sneaks can be spared
If you do it, your never to fall
Utopian only in the eyes of the incipient yet vastly virtuous inverse commanding
leagues of the damned. Unbound in a secular disposition it rots, the treaty of the
voracious. A reciprocal nexus lapsing into a grave valor. Inter-dimensional seals torn
asunder for control. Looping utopia, learning untold evil.
The biscuit treaty
Ranting is what we do best
He thinks he’s right, but I am
With angry jibes we begin
Snippets of lashed tongue
Whip their way across the room
Pulling on his trigger
Fired bullets retaliate
Injured, still undefeated
I ponder my position
Another attack invoked
Flicker of realisation
Is there a need to endure
Realising stamina’s gone
The point is simply advised
On both sides for that matter
Diplomacy now required
But who will raise the white flag
Both pause, anticipating
His kettle letting off steam
He pours, only for himself
Then sits, cup in hand, silent
Reaching for a happy end
A tin armed with biscuits
I open with a gesture
He smiles, not looking over
Relieved, I wave the tin
His favourite, a done deal!
Passport control
Angels scrutinize
For invalid documents
While weary travellers wait
At heaven’s door.
I wish I could sign a treaty,
With my destiny,
'To make you mine forever'
I would give away everything, I had ever!
Living with you was most important,
As rest everything was insignificant !
Wars cause only destruction and death
leaving behind scenes gloomier than itself:
bloody bodies strewn on dry leaves,
while the jubilant king falls to his knees...
thanking God who has brought him victory,
but then looking at his hands he ponders with asperity.
" I have built a kingdom by demanding loyalty,
accumulated a huge army allowing stealing and killing;
but none of this is mine, not even my castle and sovereignty,
I am a horrible king as others have been before me...
I must issue a lasting treaty to save many from dying! "
And standing on the barren hill overlooking the citadel,
he cried out as the wind brushed his long hair so curly,
" Forgive me all, from now on there will be a lasting treaty...
food for all and the best wine in a land that once was evil! "
Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci
ike the Montana wind I am electrify wind among a carrier
Set one free heat of night glory of a town broken through a
Solid wood of
TONIGHT
Pressure there is none hope last the heat among village run
Include not delude a capture of a vision hereto to brilliant
It like eyes that shine after so long the glory venture the lights
EYES
That bright meant for distance what do eyes tell of a journey
I ask the old man he speak not tone but fling of cane
Hill hill it went want more then answer
Then the pounding of the house
And when he left the cane the winds
BLEW
And I took from mean a test had from
I might not be full blood
But thousand mile march I can see the strive
HOWL!
Tonight Eyes Blew Howl
What was the clue.
I dreamt of a treaty with Trieste,
but it was to get my mind off something else -
the Brexit.
In the treaty all would be good,
and I would have hols in Trieste
twice a year.
Do I take my bucket there and spade?
Do they have sand in
the city of Trieste?
Actually, I've just fallen in the sand.
Brexit's come to pass
and Trieste's wishful thinking.
6/24/2016
Infestation of
Anti-personnel land mines
Rwanda declared free
On 2 December 2009, Rwanda became the first country to be declared free of landmines.
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s h e l t e r
Clownfish
colors
a t t r a c t
prey
October 30, 2020
Contest: Just A Few Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: Brevette- 6 Words: 2 Verbs, 4 Nouns
THEY SPOKE TO NEGATE THE THOUGHT
HE WISHED FOR TOGETHERNESS
SHE WISHED TO OWN HIS HEART
NEITHER HEARD WHAT THE OTHER HAD SAID
THEY SOUGHT ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS
THAT WENT OVER THEIR HEAD
MOST WISHED THEM TO BE TOGETHER
SOME WANTED THEM TO BE APART
THEY KNEW THESE THINGS FROM THE VERY START
THEY HEARD A TALE OF A MAN
HE UNDERSTOOD WHAT THEY NEEDED
HE HAD THE ALIY TO MANGE WANT
THEY SAID AND COULD CONVEY THEIR
WANTS INTO WORDS THAT
DESCRIBED THEIR NEED
HE SPOKE OF THE WANTING DESIRE TO BE TOGETHER
BUT THE HINDERES OF OUTSIDE FORCES
THAT DISTRACT YOU FROM OBTAINING THE GOAL
YOU HAVE NEGOCATED.
THE ADVANTAGES OF TOGETHERNESS VERSES
THE DISADVANTAGES OF BEING APART
THOSE THAT CREATE BARRIERS TO HAVE LESS POWER
TO CAUSE YOUR CONDITION
WEREAS THOSE WHO FOSTER POSITIVE TOGETHERNESS AND LOVE
FROM LEVEL TO LEVEL
POSITION TO POSITION
FINDING THOSE WHO
WISH YOUR DISLEVELING, AND DISPOSITIONING
No treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin.
Doubt the truth of gossip. What’s sadder than the unreasonable sucker?
Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges.
May you all be sheltered and safe and may modern alchemy protect you.
May you have what you need and be happy.
We will rise or fall together.
Treating is a treaty between a guest and host to honor each other.Stretch your both hands towards the guest you being his host to do him all the best.A guest brings a lot of blessing inside your home from his deep heart,treat and greet him in a way great!
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vines twist 'round boot soles—
"Sir, your cravate!" gasps the scarecrow.
orange truce blooms at dusk