First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put flouride in the water, make more processed food.' Put safe drug centers where
There is easy access.' Do still you think we are
Fools? If so you'll be re-educated..It wont cost
You a bean much less.' But then you are pretty cheap anyway..If you get what i mean? Oh what do you think so far? Of the current mess'
Of your current 'evolving scenes?" Oh I fight for you Melbourne..Yet
You have bathed"deeply in blood..Return to God almighty away
From the filth, in which you for over four decades now have stood.!
Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature.
Poem and pictures on my Instagram :
daisymeadows2023
MY CUTTING VASE GARDEN
My garden is so relaxing for me,
The bright green, lush lawn,
Wonderful flowers, such a joy to see!!
I noticed the other day,
The return of the leaf cutter bee,
Shaping each leaf in patterns,
So delicately.
There's lavender so calming,
Sweet peas, with scent so amazing!!
Of course, there's the beautiful rose,
A garden, I love to spend my days in.
There is pretty white boarders,
And foxgloves, standing so tall,
I have my cutting garden vases,
I can fill them all!!
A garden full of vibrant flowers,
Brings such delight for me,
My beautifu,l cutting vase garden,
Is where you will always find me!!
No earthly mortal
Nor any intity can
stop the flow.
Like a river, it gushes
Through the toughest
Barrier and crosses
Boarders with no regards.
Its causes are mixed and multiple.
But every nation lives in denial,
Blaming everyone but themselves.
Yet, every country will reap what it has
Sown as we all witness the trail of blood.
The world is bleeding.
She bleeds from self-inflicted wounds
As well as from forces seen and unseen.
And the best that we have to offer as a cure
Are bandaids which are gravely insufficient
to stop the hemorrhaging. The cause of the
Bleediing is a secret to none, But the solution
Is distasteful and unacceptable to all.
I do not want to turn on the radio because I do not want to hear about more Palestinians starving in Gaza
I do not want to satisfy the growling in my stomach because I do not want to feel full when so many perish, even as food deteriorates at locked boarders
I do not want to watch television because I do not want to see the calamity of weaponized famine
Yet
my ears can not unhear
my hunger can not go unsatisfied
my eye can not unsee
the brutal horror of vengeance
unchecked
I dare not tune out the collective moans of a starving nation
I dare not think of my momentary lack when so many have suffered to the bone
I dare not watch when
targeted aggression goes awry
and innocents die
and the Red Crescent is no longer a symbol of piece, but a target for chaos and destruction
No I will not watch the world watch,
in silence
Mirage! Mirage,
Why art thou in sight?
I hungereth for waters
And yonder, by the boarders,
An oasis I longeth to reach
I step forth
The oasis dances backward!
Is it the chase?
Well, that’s mine case
Oh mirage!
Why art thou in sight…..
Dorothy had a stubborn opinionated doll named Mare.
Mare had a persnickety attitude, her nose in the air.
I am taking in boarders, she told the stunned Dorothy.
So far I have signed on two, with a possible three.
Dorothy was intimidated by this doll named Mare.
She told others, but they laughed, for they did not care.
How can I get rid of her? She asked her cousin, Jer.
He decided to talk to this creature, named Mare.
Jer ended up signing up to become a boarder too.
So now she had three for sure, said Sue.
Sue is Dorothy’s cousin who also tried.
But came away angry, with her hair all fried.
What happened to your hair? I asked mad Sue.
That doll gave me a bad perm, and I tipped her too!
Why would you tip her then? I asked Sue. How can that be?
Because, she told me, her scary attitude intimidated me.
Without war we would be living a dream
We would share the land and live in unity
Making love more, with no war, like bunnies
Even cloudy days would seem so sunny
Earth would glow with a gold holy light
We would work together to unite
No longer a need to have boarders divide
No longer national creed, we are one tribe
And without war our resources would be saved
We could feed the poor and ourselves be more safe
Without the danger of bombs and chemicals made
We could be free indeed and sing of happy days
Libya, my country of birth, dearer to me than what life is worth. A land of allure to all those with greed, in the name of freedom they all proceed.
From chaos and corruption it’s people suffer, life for the locals can’t get any tougher. The people are kind and warm hearted, with words of welcome your journey started.
It’s lands are vast and full of riches, it’s natural beauty to it’s boarders stretches. The ancient ruins of marble are carved, standing tall and well preserved.
The coast of Libya is long and slender, the sandy shores are full of wonder. The green mountain is a sight to see, there is no place I would rather be.
You would love the golden sands of the Sahara, the silky dunes and the sierra. The weather there is hot and dry, it’s blazing sun from the cold is shy.
The country’s wealth is mind blowing, on the shores of North Africa a star glowing. All our lives for freedom have cheered, surely for this we should be revered.
Saleh Ben Saleh
A union in ourselves flags wave
Unite in freedom, die in vain
House divided, republican it saids stand
One nation, under God; only good rules
A stand for liberty as we ourselves
A pledge allegiance, even it had meaning
Allies of ancestry roll in their graves
Destroy the world, people want say
Greed corrupts while people hunger in streets
North, South, across the world calls for truths
Centuries of wars fault, devotion same cause
Live life, be free, walk the lands barefoot
Now people wants us kneel, say things ok
Just turn a head while terrorist hearts rain
Even in war soldiers die just so freedom rings
Even for the right cause we fail to unite
We bury another as if we ourselves pull trigger
Pledge Allegiance, a vow; an oath worth living
Many cross boarders fleeing to be free
From mankind's killings and sinful ways
Pledge Allegiance, only knee I take God I pray
For peace and liberty, justice people cry
But close an eye to moderate centrism
To stand a nation, you first got rid what's wrong
Even the innocent die while people take control
My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite,
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite.
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain.
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders,
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders.
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd,
because I'm silent in my clandestine world.
My pen has froze in this salacious summer,
ignoring mental murderous moon's mummer.
My faithful muse, why don't you abandon me,
can't you see I have no time for poetry.
I've fallen free without words, feeling too deep,
please do not disturb me, I just want to sleep.
We fight boarders, even among ourselves we kill
Our struggle for life, we defend our decision
Wave of Crime, saturation of hatred one heart lead
Trust,as if a friend a stab of the enemy
Those who hate, can't stand what you are
Can't stand as one in Unite that even blood flows
Families, friend or foe it's a one for all
Who is it that cares except yourself for I
Only one of many nations, skin color of racism
Banding together in protest even chaos erupts
Those of different view aim to destroy
Wave of Crime, bombs and bullets shell the air
Bodies lay blood splatter even innocent dies
What are we as a world that these days come?
All we claim to be while things go ignore
Constitution of being right, now wrong they kneel
A generation of greed and deception portrays
Just to speak truth you hurt a feeling they cry
What is the world except the heart we lose
Wave of Crime, devastating our own existence
A new beginning they scream for freedom
To be free, one knows not the day of past
As mankind controls, sinful ways our heads turn
War of Worlds, mine verses yours the battle
Good and bad, many dying in vain
Wave of Crime,where souls see the darkness
"Pipeline: Hawaii's North Shore where Championship Surfing Meets are held, remains the deadliest since records began in the 60s."
Golden shores surfed duo gift essence new threshold,
History made two by sea,
Footprint holds their granule sunk traces, queues the bold,
Long woods wee came two by sea,
Boarders store their sea tools drift faces, cue behold,
Fantasy dreams two by sea,
Reckon calls pair home schools feet races fuel's the sold,
Handily swims two by sea,
Loop unfolds those who rules hunk intense corkscrew rolled,
Gone absentees are two by sea,
Fathom pulls remain cool surfaces, two consoled,
Breathing-free crawls two by sea,
Jettisons beached dual shift places cruise controlled,
Rest at ease lays two by sea,
Ponder hauls twain unspool whiffed graces schooled withhold,
Bended knees pray two by sea,
Covered boards bros no fools--but in case, 'Win the Gold',
*Pipeline be? Two if's by sea?
*HMS; Anapestic tetrameter.
Black Christmas
Spread your gifts beyond boarders
This season if you care
Let the brightest of you be
The gift to humanity
End the year with gratitude
And remember
The empty tables of the
Poor
While you merry
Out there
Some were
alot are in need
Of the third quarter of your waste
At Xmas day
Some were at the third world countries
Were the Xmas are black
Black Christmas
Share your gifts beyond families
And relatives
Reach for distance relatives
People that need something to have nothing
People that are starving
People that don't look like you
They also deserve to merry this Xmas
Refugees stranded need a merry Xmas too
The orphanage need one too
Your poor neighbour deserve one too
Yes your poor labourer deserve it too
Your dying sick foreigner deserve one too
So spread your gift beyond boarders
And stop some families out their from
An empty plates on an
empty tables for Xmas
Help Change their
Black Christmas
Another warm day has begun,
Soaking in the California sun.
Volleyball players having fun,
Joggers flying by on the run.
Children brave the tide unafraid,
Couples snuggle close in the shade.
Surfers with tans that never fade,
Sailboat owners got it made.
Wind boarders pressing their luck,
Those buried in the sand are stuck.
Food vendors selling from a truck,
Trying to make an honest buck.
Girls wear bikinis that rock,
Guys carry phones in their sock.
The pallid are smearing sunblock,
Nobody cares about the clock.
Grandpa's still acting like a clown,
Grandma's still wearing a frown.
Parents with wet towels all around,
Waiting for the sun to go down.
somewhere between light and a dream
I arise
to a time
neither dead nor alive
between winter and spring
a fresh fall of snow after
a warm day
but now the sun deceives
as a bare branch waves
in a breeze
and somewhere between the lines
stirs a line of reflection
about another place
where somewhere in the heart
of a people stirs
the echoes of war
a place
where poets hide
when lives are changed
with bullets and bombs
and refugees leave behind
fragment of their lives
and cross boarders
a worn refrain
I look out the window
for reflections of spring
the promise of life renewed
and I ask myself
who we really are
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