As a freeborn; freeman, under Australian commonwealth auspices, I call for the
Arrest, and trial of dan andrews, for usurping law carrying out treason
And incarcerating his countrynen without
True and verifiable cause, also for the war
Crime waged against them, by forced acts
Of spurious medical value., Indeed to a point
Even genocidal.?
Once upon a time,
a star fell from the sky.
There were two fragments.
The first fell into the birthplace of hope.
Empathy, compassion, and mercy,
carrying out the will of the heavens.
And the other was passed down among powerful people,
burning with ambition, greed, and desires.
Bleeding into the earth, spreading sickness.
The power of the cosmos, corrupted.
I can feel it,
This is the power I’ve been seeking all this time.
Now at last,
the strongest dragon will be born.
Give it all to me,
give it to me.
Don’t resist it.
You cannot fight it,
Trust me.
You must become one with it.
No one can defy the will of the heavens.
The fate determined by the stars.
Sacrifice everything to me.
A throne made of bones,
atop of the ruins of the pale king.
A burning village with shards of stone.
However, in the end,
that power was created by humans.
There is no reason why I shouldn't overcome it.
My flames will burn the black sun to a crisp.
I must rise to greater heights,
claim all the power in the world.
My biggest disgrace.
However, because of that mistake,
I was reborn.
This cracked crown, this pure vessel.
Smash it to pieces.
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
A planet spins with an atmosphere,
Keeping its species here.
Seasons cycle every year,
Plants die, evolve, and reappear.
Revolving around a circular sphere,
A moon circles around up there,
As we breath its air in and out.
A cycle we forget about,
Atoms and electrons just hanging out.
As molecules begin to sprout,
A blueprint to lay out.
Carrying out its plans,
Revolving around demands,
Evolving as it expands.
They, who are readily and always available;
Checking if your vital signs are stable.
They work round the clock with lives in their hands.
Carrying out nature's most delicate command.
They go into the surgical room without an iota of fear,
Bringing the much needed hope and chasing away despair.
The surgical robe, a garment light as a feather;
Worn by the doctors, heavy as a boulder.
ECG steadily beeping, ECH continuously whooshing,
They are intricately focused, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they are perspiring.
The nasal cannal steadily pumping oxygen into the patient’s nostrils,
Leaving no room for disaster and peril.
They're racing against time, or rather, in a race with the Grim Reaper;
One trying to harvest lives, the other trying to preserve.
They deserve their flowers, a kiss and a thumbs up,
For sticking with us and never giving up.
By;
Solace.
After the party on the boat,
I fell into a deep slumber;
I knew not what had happened.
I woke up on a tropical island,
my hands and legs tied with ropes.
Carrying out CPR on me,
the people there saved my life
almost from the jaws of death.
Serving all the delicacies they had,
they made me a guest of theirs.
Though their huts are so small,
they had their hearts so large.
And they welcomed me into their clan.
With stunning coral atolls,
crystal-clear lagoons
and diverse landscapes...
I found the island so idyllic,
and I made it my home
to be among the people
who are so pure at heart,
renouncing the place of deceit,
where I came from!
Such a violent world we live in
Hard to know just what to do
For example both my mom and dad
Have slapped and spanked me too
But nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead
Of reaching for a rod
"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..."
What does the Bible mean?
In carrying out that principle
Some have gone to the extreme
The rod of discipline should be
To train towards peace and love
True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit
The Wisdom from above
The rod of discipline is like
The rod of a caring shepherd
Who wields his rod in a loving way
For the sheep by him are treasured
The best example is God Himself
Before whom we sin each day
Does he beat us with a rod of pain?
No, His Word shows us the way
It's true at times He scourges
Some of those that He holds dear
Even then 'tis done in a loving way
Leaving naught for us to fear
Yes, nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead,
Like the discipline from God
Eye on scriptures
Subject on words
Questions and answers
Knowledge and understanding
Aftermath experiences extending into wisdom
Lessons gained
Wonders that followed
Heaven’s lead
Worshippers proceed
Biblical historical back
Revelation to present time
Wonder in the mind
Faith that should be behind
Believing in receiving
Research with gain
Studying that will remain
Carrying out in every walk and talk
The Devil will always try to get in the way
Tell the Devil not today
The Lord’s defense always my getaway
Bible study always having a take away
Learn and your salvation will become stronger
Understanding will last longer
Sustaining will make you wiser
Bible Study that says it all
Let God’s knowledge be your call.
The absent minded, the fools, the liars
Filtering all things of what we're fed
Tortured without sense behind desks conspired
Checks are bouncing off the chest of the dead
Thoughts are no longer your own to think
Placed by weapons using silent electronics
The edge where everyone stands on the brink
Looking down, eyes vacant, mind hypnotic
Control is the aim of what's controllable
Those who stand against are delivered their fate
Pawns being misled like cattle it's horrible
To feed Queen Bee and her totalitarian state
Blind those follow not living their own lives
Carrying out deeds masked by puppet strings
Just another worker bee in the Queens hives
Struggling to carry the load on broken wings
Written for Poetry Contest:"Fear Is Liar"
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
01/17/2023
AWARDED 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST
In a timeless time
In an unmeasured space
It observed and regulated
From Its appointed place.
There were twenty seven universe
To which It held the key,
Twenty seven parallels where
It was obliged to be.
And It moved from plane to plane
Instantly changing form
Automatically choosing
The current plane norm,
Carrying out adjustments
Making the odd repair
Adjusting ecosystems
As required here and there.
In some planes It was suspected,
Hailed as a prophet or a god.
Worshipped and revered
But thought this nothing odd,
Just carried out Its duties
As Its programme said
For in all Its form It had
No thoughts in any head.
A mechanic of the intellect
Passing from plane door to door
Conscious only of Its tasks and need
To recharge to perform once more.
It felt no heat,
And It felt no cold,
And in measureless time,
It was immeasurably old.
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War criminals
Is Putin a war criminal if judged by the western criteria
that makes him, along with George Bush and Tony Blair
war criminals; who can forget Falluja, where thousands
of innocent people were killed in their homes in a hail
of bullets, no one thought of saving the civilians.
I think of Libya the NATO/USA/Britain reduced to a failed
state in the thirst of killing Gadhafi, the eccentric despot
who had done more to bring Libya into a modern country
than anyone else had dreamed of.
He brought water to an arid state and made it green.
There was a peace talk brokered by South Africa, were
Gadhafi offered to resign but rejected because
we wanted him dead, and we succeeded.
The western powers have now managed to make a short
war into a long one using Zelensky as a frontman.
It is Putin they want dead; nothing else matters, not
the death of thousands of civilians caught up in this mayhem.
But for NATO or Brussels risking the life of their own people
carrying out a policy that eventually will bring Europe to her
knee by hunger and frost; may they all be damned.
I am riding through the Borderlands
That place of harsh, arid beauty
Carrying out observation for
This period of detached duty.
It is that time of day,
The setting sun at my back
And my sensors tell me aliens
Are following my track.
It is time to sleep
Until first light;
There is a time to run
And there is a time to fight.
Tomorrow will tell
Which it will be.
Tomorrow may be
The proving of me.
The code of conduct tells me
Only to kill as a last resort
But I am here alone
With no resort to any support.
Did the writers of the Code
Ever face the prospect of strife
Did the writer of the Code
Ever have to risk their life.
The sensors will warn
When the aliens are near
Automatically broadcast
A warning they will hear.
Tomorrow in these Borderlands,
This place of harsh and arid beauty,
Will it be talk or fight
In the performance of my duty.
Who is this man they call Putin
Destroying Ukraine by bombing and shooting
Ordering his soldiers to take over each city
On their brave citizens he has no pity
A little boy said,"I want to live not die"
He was a lone little orphan with a tear in his eye
You can see for yourself the pain and suffering is real
Just watch the news coverage it will make you ill
Seeing the Ukrainians with tears anguish and strife
While some brave Ukrainians stay and risk their life
Led by President Zelinsky they are so strong
Putin led by the devil is so wrong
Pray for the Ukrainans to keep their strong will
That Putin and his soldiers their country can't steal
Don't believe the false statements Ukrainians at fault
Putin is the greedy narcissist carrying out this assault
Read the Bible story of David and Goliath and then pray
That like David the Ukrainians,with God's help, will defeat the devil's evil way
'57 CHEVY
I've entered what's called my golden years,
But there's silver in my hair.
Is that the color of my setting sun?
If it is,
When did I get here?
My tattoos are all very faded,
Blurred lines running together.
My breasts don't sit high anymore,
And my arthritis forecasts the weather.
As I go about my days,
Carrying out the routines of life,
I forget the shimmering blonde is gone
And I'm no longer someone's young wife.
When I go to the doctor and pharmacy,
Or even the convenience store,
People seem so curious about me,
They always want to know more.
So when I'm asked for my date of birth,
Although there's silver in my hair,
I just smile and say "I'm a classic!
Like a pink and white Chevy Belaire."
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