A BEAUTIFUL WARM CANVASSING DAY
In the East, golden dawn
Spread throughout the forest;
Tree branch-bound birds began
To orchestrate morning tweets:-
Meanwhile, on the window screen,
Various insects were crawling,
While rats and other small creatures
Ran in an out of the green hedges:-
In the later morning and towards noon,
Squirrels played and gathered nuts;
And there were ducks and frogs
Quietly gathered in around a beautiful lake:-
The high-risen sun heated the air,
And tall green trees shared their shade;
And across the street, a human made
Waterfall-fountain, reflected the sky:-
Just look at this beautiful canvassing
That we should be enjoying in blessed life,
Rather than the heat of collateral fire bombings,
Bigotry, waning democracy, equity, peace and love:-
What a way God has in using nature to navigate
We humans towards what it is that human nature
Must and need to be politically cultivating each day,
To reap fruits of beautiful warm days of peace and love:-
TO THE NEED OF LOVE’S GREAT WAR
Rockets and bombings,
Replace peace and harmony;
Death, toasting with blood:-
Let us go to peace,
Feeding those starving from war:
Bombing them with love:-
The children of Gaza have learned to hide
and hold their ears until bombings subside
Their dreams are colored now by mottled red
And a place in soft dirt has become bed
Their hands reach high for even some bread mold
Instead, little hands need toys they can hold
frightening nights as stars have ceased to shine
For long ago, happy days children pine
Children suffer among the most, it seems
For years, noise of war creeps into their dreams
They live midst hate and fear everyday.
Lose family, best friends who used to play
How can they possibly think through this fear
bombs whining as they fall, is what they hear
Sadness meets them at each corner they turn
To not hate is the lesson they must learn
Warm bath, soft bed those children sorely need
and we Earthlings must plant different seed
we need to insure a sweet dream each night,
and a world where children live without fright.
Bombs begetting bombs,
War mongers are safe and sound;
Others being bombed:
The bombing of others reaps
Bloody power over them
No matter who dies,
Nuclear war bombing pays off;
Bombs begetting bombs:
Millions spent creating bombs;
Trillions reaped from their bombings:-
War is a business,
Nuclear bombs produced and sold;
Low cost drones offered:-
War is for power;
So is capitalism:-
Just do the homework:
Democracy is one thing;
Power control, another:-
Watch the news on war today:
It’s about finance; not life:-
Why not target peace?!:
What peace reaps is beyond cost,
And invaluable:-
We all share in peace’s reaping;
Not just the power mongers:-
Tree-branched bird staring,
Looking me right in the eyes;
We both confused:
Humsn and natural nature,
Inhibiting springing peace:-
Wars' twofold nature:
Destructive storms and bombings;
Both dooming in spring:-
God's spring cleaning is coming;
Let us get to sowing peace:-
Faith is a beautiful thing
if you're lucky to be blessed
For as you grow older
it all becomes messed
As a child it made sense
the stories and fables
As an adult;
you're the horse that bolted the stables
Wishing you could wrap up life, with a bow
Hoping one day you'll forget what you know
Blame it on God or God's, if that helps you
to understand the psyche behind ‘bombings between curfew’
I pray sometimes to be blessed with blunt faith
to put it all down to, and make me feel safe
But alas the more of the God(s) I do read,
my mind does rot grey for reality's creed;
There's nothing to gain
No points to earn
If hell exists;
we're all going to burn
Shouts of ‘Only one solution –
an Intifada Revolution’
at protests described as ‘peaceful’
by pundits expert at circumlocution
130 suicide bombings; countless stabbings and shootings*
Intifadas are as ‘peaceful’ as is Russia under Putin
Intifada leaders’ ‘solution’ for the Jewish state
~ every Jew slaughtered in an orgy of hate
________________________________________________
*These figures are culled from the last Arab intifada against
the Jews in Israel, 2001 - 2005.
Lithuania has told Vladimar Putin to keep out of our nation
They've been shifting freight to and from the Russian federation
Putin has said they'll take action, it's just another hollow threat
But if he takes any kind of military action with force he'll be met.
Any hostile act against one, is a hostile action against us all
Lithuania has nothing to fear and it's Vlad Putin who'll fall
Because any hostile action will then trigger article five
NATO will respond with force, and Putin will be lucky to survive.
If Vladimar Putin wants to send freight to the Kaliningrad region
He'll have to find another way, the west won't give permission
But NATO' s eagle eyes are watching, Vladimar Putin's every move
And certainly won't back down, the west has nothing to prove.
Russia's botched special operation so far, has been a total disaster
They think Ukraine will give in to bombings, atrocities and slaughter
Ukrainians are proud and would rather die, than lose their sovereignty
And have repelled the Russians in battle with acts of sheer bravery.
Written 21st June 2022
Ash Wednesday
Ash Wednesday, the day to confess and repent
As we enter the solemn season of Lent
The ashes remind us that "Dust thou art"
And one day from this world we will depart.
Worldwide, the faithful honor this tradition
With devotional hearts and sincere contrition
But, sadly, some people are not so disposed
To "Love thy neighbor" their hearts are closed.
Thus, the Russian leader is attacking Ukraine
Causing destruction and inflicting pain
Amidst the bombings and rocket flashes
Businesses and dwellings are reduced to ashes.
Today sacred ashes we wear on our forehead
But whose soul will bear the ashes of the dead?
The guilt of this burden to the tyrant is given
In the eternity to come can he ever be shriven?
Molly Moore
It is the cause of all acts of terrorism,
including but not limited to suicide bombings.
It is the cause of most crimes running rampant in all nations,
including but not limited to child exploitation,
human trafficking, mostly women,
but generally both male and female when trafficking children.
It is responsible for all the wars throughout the world presently exploding,
making more richer and more powerful CEOs of war profiteering corporations,
including but not limited to all the corrupt politicians,
and lawyers and so called "Honest" businessmen.
It is responsible for all who have ever been,
poverty stricken, starving and dying from malnutrition.
Without the need for money all of the above would no longer exist.
If we are to evolve for the better, society must go moneyless,
with a new set of values also established,
that isn't motivated by greed or monetary profit.
I'll say it again like I've said it before,
"Money must one day go the way of the dinosaur,
or it will be the cause of all of our peril for sure."
Pray for the widows with dead roses in their hands.
Pray for the refugees; no blankets in the sands.
Pray for the dictator that dares to seize our land.
Pray for the missionary as she helps with heaps of grace.
Doctors without borders offering remedies at fast pace.
Pray for the children separated from their mums.
While their lives are at mercy mislaid with miseries of distress.
Pray to the God all mighty to fix this awful mess.
Bodies left dead from bombings never laid to rest.
Sixty-eight! What the heck. I look in the mirror and see another me.
I am twelve inside. Can’t anyone else see?
My sense of humor is hilarious just like it always was.
I am young at heart; I still run from the fuzz.
I am a giant cuddly peace-loving hippie, who did not make it to Woodstock.
I would have but my parents would not allow it; which I think was a crock.
I was in high school then. I should have gone to Berkley.
But I wasn’t ready to leave my friends, so stayed home. Was still perky.
I want to tiptoe through the tulips, catch a ride with a communal VW van.
Painted with yellow happy faces, bubbly daisies and a peace-sign hand.
I will play a ukulele and sing folk songs louder and happier than Mama Cass.
Look at my face, my friend. Sixty-eight. Come on! I am a 17-year-old lass!
I see my eyes are fading. Arthritis makes me limp a bit when I walk.
But inside I am 19, a real beauty, with a heart that doesn’t squawk.
Sixty-eight. You’re kidding! At the most I am twenty-two or twenty-five.
I lived through assassinations, bombings, Viet Nam. It’s amazing I’m alive!
'Peaceful Protests Intensified' --
So the morrow's headlines certified
But how'd reporters turn blind eyes
To fire-bombings that terrorized
a downtown stunned and traumatized
Why was ugly violence euphemized
~ as 'Peaceful Protests Intensified'
Our freedom fighters you have tagged terrorists
Daily with their bloods you stain our streets
In the name of democracy
With your constant bombings you have rendered our youths powerless and lazy
In the name of democracy you have taken away our peace
The land full of riches and honey
You all have reduced to nothing but a land where one cannot even kiss
In our presence you daily take the lives of our relatives
And you think this fire you think you are quenching will stop burning?
Leave us alone and let us rule ourselves the way we want
That democracy is working for you does not mean it will work for us
Instead of this continuous destruction
Let us be, that we may begin our own construction
Stop these killings and destruction
In the name of democracy.
©ABSOL
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I was looking at the small pill-cutter box
Which I was holding in my hand.
Blue colored with a sharp edge of the blade
To cut the medicine in halves, one-third or
Could also be, in one-fourth, maybe.
I was thinking, simultaneously, about the news
I heard today, which made me puzzled….
Churches and bombings, again, so vulnerability!
So vulnerable with this cloak of religiosity
In this utter disastrous time of unrest and confusion!
I woke up again…. just to get another news of the death
A death in the family, ending of a marvelous life, so precious!
I whispered a line of supplication for the departed
And also, for me, as there was something to do….
And, I was holding the pill cutter still in hand, indecisively.
(April 21st, 2019)
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