Halfway through learning life you find therein the games
Played by the oblivious and those who made names
Then your simplicity in view begins being challenged
As make believe is by hard facts rearranged
That society is both with and without bearing
For the old warmongering and peace brokering
Continue on side by side
Each taking turns at being follower and guide
And since good and evil formidably are frontiers
Furnishing many men with careers
Many men have become showmen
Obliviously courting omen
They play for whoever pays the pipers
Be they a flock or a brood of vipers
For only to themselves are they loyal
And money is their hearts’ royal
And they call their desertion a sacrifice
Though it be a cunningly justified compromise
And all these the young wait to ruthlessly learn
As we still claim to fight a brighter day to earn
K. Muitherero
Until Now
David J Walker
This poem was waiting for
The right paper before
It is said
It is Written
of
Printed plain words
until now
unspoken
Thoughts and hearts in clouds
Crowds of dry denizens crying in the dust
Until now
Unbroken
On the edge of ether and untried ideas
Of silent sentiments forming the Brokering Reinforcements
Until now
Unavowed nor
Vetted in sentiments of censored compunctions
Flowing in moonlit waterfall forests
Until now
Unnoticed
the Winer is welcomed with inevitable approbation
And essential acclamation while privately negotiating with Spring
Until now
We thought winter might never end
With summers anticipation
The secret meetings taking place
Big Business and the rich
Planning changes to the voting
Letting them choose which
Candidates that were rebuffed
and no longer in the thick
People spoke "don't want their kind
now Big Business pulls a trick
Candidates convention votes
will then be cast aside
Brokered deals with shady scams
rewarding those that lied
Will (of the people) is ignored
Big Business does not care
They need control of President
and those whose views they share
Makes for dangerous precedent
they will not close the border
The peoples vote no longer counts
the start of New World Order
They're swarming across the border
the Citizens just frown
A Presidential mandate
Patrols ordered to "stand down"
Big business (ties to world banks)
The Brokering will be
To guarantee there's no revolt
The People can't be free.....
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride
Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls
Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic grandeur won a believing
The party swings high on the pep
Unseeing past the next high step
Boozed out to the dawning inept
Recessions pill awaits there, swept
Putin cynically prides pop calls
Crimean homing serving the all
But the gain will pain, come the fall
Come the reality of Putin’s new wall
It’s swallowing will cost his people
Harpooned by his Bolshevik needle
Freedoms put-on by the Putin spiteful
And recession bites like a razer-ball
Putin’s pride, his hoodwinking call
Subterfuge designed for his win all
Knowing oppression awaits cat calls
When pride bites deep... before the fall
Considering me a talented, aspiring shill
My muse loaned me a feathery quill
Brokering her wisdom, leasing her skill
With embroidered frills each barb with beauty did distill
Lithographer's vision, a graceful dividend to reveal
Depreciating vane my artistic license to bill
Hollow shaft gilded so her availing light can the vacuum fill
Inky reservoir with inspiration did instill
A deep well with literary devices did rill
Ideas streaming from strained cavity to the mind's tip with zeal
Burnished hues, sharp tones aesthetic notions to congeal
A precision valve appended vagaries to swill
An automated inkblot defibrillating patterns to spill
Beating euphoria
in its dense mass,
energising to
overcome
cocooning
in the rubble
of remininse,
swallowing gumdrops
that grow bones,
while brokering deals
with a devil
and in a grotto
spinning the prism,
watching
as a kaleidoscope
of life,
glimmers by,
silent pictures
illuminated and
reflected from time,
strafe the walls
While drawing a line
between all pleasures
and agonies,
now run
out of thought,
as dogs of a devil,
snap at coat tails
Centering all belief
on one partical of god,
and released willingly,
this supplication
consuming
every molecule,
of fear
Flowing to believe
on a steepe,
mere heartbeats
into all infinities,
within the now
a knowing
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