FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND
Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings
may your Mohican pony-tail
grow thick and strong
may Africa kiss America
with gentle sensation long
may salty breath of Cape Town
mingle with New York ~
may clear sub-atomic particles
continue to dance in humble service
with harmonious Awareness
may two crows and all Duality
dissolve into Unity
via your Trinity
We release you into
Big Apple arms beguiling
knowing you will not be
swallowed at an unknown core
as dual citizenry is but a feeble
stop to Total Dissolution’s door
the Truth is IX
your disposition is
Pure and your belonging
is everywhere
sure
What do you see.? Conflict in Isreal, and knife attacks; also some by car so far.' France Sweden, Britian Germany, in the main
By foreigen national asylum seekers.' Is this just madness
Or could there be a pattern.? As it is in the Middle-East' so in
The west so it shall be.? For that is what presents itself' an
Emerging challenge from over many seas.' I beleive this
Could have been engineered? Its like a mirror image looking at me.' Is it time to be out and about ? Albeit peaceably." To deter any thoughts of violence against the
indigenous and indeed of all of the general civil citizenry.?
Their names have become
hollowed out husks
blown about the graveyards
of history. Emperors who once
claimed divine favour
and the imprimatur of the gods
now seem profane, despotic
caricatures of their age.
Loud cheers have ossified
to a silence or a curse lodged
in the throat of the citizenry.
Power still seeps its poisons
into the body politic,
even now into Prime Ministers,
Premiers and Presidents
of so called united states.
I look for a place to find
a little peace from the crowd
and the howls of an angry world.
Where once churches held
a sacred quiet, they too
have become loud stadiums
for opposing forces,
doctrinal battlegrounds
between the lost and the saved.
I retreat to that private space
where like souls meet, a room
somewhere, a forest or a beach,
or a corner of one's own garden
and there teach myself to listen.
I hear what has always been there,
transcending the reign
of emperors, wealth, privilege
and the power of the State.
And so it is, I hold to my chest
a well worn book of poems
by that saint, Emily Dickinson,
and here - renew my faith
and find a little rest.
With President Trump, no country should mess
unless her leaders and citizenry crave hyper-stress
Two weeks in office, he’s reined in three socialist wannabees
Columbia, Mexico, Canada ~ already pleading, down on their knees
Out with the old, in with the new way of doing the same old thing.
Instead of snow, I clear the leaves. I don’t cleave to a resolution.
I don’t revolve around indecision. My natural giddyup takes off, as
the silence of empty-for-years-nest necessitated a sort and toss.
Happy New Year, a choice, when nothing precludes its success,
such as mourning in formal dress. Sneakers suffered from heel to toe,
as the alternative alteration of age - not hip, not on toes, unbendable.
Sixty-four years new, on the eve of ceremonial senior citizenry,
golden leaf revelry. Hold onto what is momentous: kith and kin,
giving in the form of an empathetic and devoted ear to your loved ones, acquaintances, strangers. Wishing you a Happy New Year. This one
begin with wraps and bows, even if the ball drops. Make it your best.
Oh don’t bury courtesy
on the political Prairie.
Where politicians rant
And tell words I can’t;
Say in a crowd
or even whisper out loud.
Oh bury courtesy not on the political Prairie.
Where the politicians howl
and untruths flow free.
Oh bury courtesy not!
These words came loud and pleading
from many citizenry.
But they took no heed
those politicians breed;
And they buried courtesy,
on the political Prairie.
Beyond a big, yellow
‘DETOUR’ sign,
an enormous machine
with flashing amber lights
and frightening teeth
is grinding asphalt down,
moving slowly along the street
leaving a grooved wake
as it scrapes and gouges
its way through a long night
depriving the citizenry
of sleep by the sound
of a relentless,
ear piercing ‘beep’, ‘beep’.
Though the subject matter
and imagery is entirely different,
the above picks up a subtle echo
from that famous poem by
William Carlos Williams,
‘The Great Figure’.
Crystal waters plumping the honeydews
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing and exploited children bearing no arms.
Foreigners get precedence over
the Citizenry collage for the sake
of stirring the melting plot.
The coffers brim
and Scrooge McF swims past inflation,
reaps the rewards of child labor
at camp Whinnie the Pooh with pedophiles and containment lasers,
adds a zero and then again, while CBDC
cabalist coup hides the genesis
of their new technology,
obfuscates the code in block-chain,
snart contract chaser-
in lock-step
and unlocked surveillance,
laser focused,
poker face,
tazered for inconclusive shadow, ban.
As we sell our Sons and Daughters
to a not so brave New World.
Sold at half price for reverse mortgage
and a haptic iPhone holographic massage.
OnlyFans and Tic Tok trends.
Where does it end?
Where the SoyLent is green.
Where the Red Firm Grows.
The spires watch nightmares planned below, for citizenry
Who should have no foe.' From within its boundry's
They're to be fools on show, the first of April, auspisces
Known.' The donkeys are leading all reason has flown.'
Six the number..' of zones in plan? to destroy cohesion
Do we give a damn.? In academia many need real learning'
We experience much deluge, and yet there's lots of chat; that
The planet; is burning.?
What holds us together
has been torn, the unity
of a people split apart.
Both poles have lost
their grip and rupture
into division.
Categories now proliferate
and place each soul
into a labeled box governed
by the ideologue.
Word by word, language
has been commandeered by fear
and threatened with shame.
Good words are put on trial,
stripped of meaning and sentenced
to silence. They sleep in old books
sought out by the apparatchiks
for removal or to be replaced
by neutered covers.
Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized
to reduce the risk of upset.
The grand order has gone mad.
Long lines of citizenry queue
for entry into asylums
now spreading
like shopping malls.
Others won't leave home
and ossify in the safety
of their shuttered rooms.
Meanwhile, to the chants
of a sterilized song,
children skip towards
glittering castles hanging
precariously in thin air,
proud parents happily
clapping them along.
Citizenry
Should learn
To differentiate between needs and wants
Much more before they waste their resources
Hard-earned money
Right now
Swift understanding
To differentiate between needs and wants
Someone to live without a want
Only a need
By Chipepo Lwele
Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super.
The rat gangs obviously
are bad news and apparently
loose and reprehensible,
most are irredeemably dead-eyed.
It's on!
Action demands reaction,
busters need something to bust.
Make-believe peddles a glossy fantasy
until reality accommodates,
comes true
arrives not in good and bad costumes
but anonymously in SUV's, stolen bikes,
and highjacked Lincolns.
It goes on…
Momma bears are aroused,
sports fans are inflamed
creeps challenge, rob and mob.
A citizenry cowers then
strikes back with headlines.
It's most definitely on.
News flash -- it's over,
the good guys are back watching TV,
the delinquents and sociopath's
are out on no-bail,
the jail is a refuge for non-combatants.
On and off mostly.
Not long ago we were all masked
and suspected everyone,
but now
no one is guilty until freed -
all of us bleed.
Back on... it's Back On!
Chairman Xi, like Chairman Mao
Vladimir Putin, shades of Josef Stalin
Kim Jong-un, plus Recep Tayyip Erdogan
Iranian Mullahs producing drones and bombs
Our world is an awfully dangerous place
Yet America's response is a first-class disgrace
Yesterday Congress' focus on International Pronoun Day
At New York's UN today, autocrats against Israel inveigh
At home, crime's way up, 'so' we end cash bail
Why not let all the thugs out of jail
To protect its citizenry, America's government once existed
Now it opens the borders, its explanations ham-fisted
Add to all this rampant inflation, rising racial tensions
Plus self-defeating 'green goals' and underfunded pensions...
The 'threat to democracy' shouters couldn't be more wrong
The reason it's real ~ America misguided is no longer strong
The Second Amendment guarantees
A basic right of Liberty
For good men and women to remain free
The right to bear arms
Law abiding citizens who do nothing wrong
The blame of mass murder on them does not belong
Why disarm them so they are doomed
Defenseless against the criminal goons
We have the right to our liberty
To protect our families and property
If we lose our guns we are no longer free
We will be subjected to pure evil tyranny
Arm citizenry is the best homeland defense
Keeps the enemies on the fence
To afraid to try to invade
American armed patriots will make you pay
So stop cashing in on tragedy
Develop a common sense strategy
No more proclaiming Gun Free Zones
A trained arm faculty will change that tone
Brandon don't take my guns away
Dangerous politics the dumb love to play
You spend trillions but not a penny to give
For our children to stay safe and live
We, the citizenry as a whole, cannot successfully coexist peacefully. Family units, as a whole, cannot exist peacefully. Isn’t it hypocritical to expect more than we can do, from world leaders, The same as us, except for rank. Until they feel the pain, and suffering, of those they govern, they will continue to sacrifice lives, and create hardships in others, in the name of righteousness, as easy as cutting chattel, from the seemingly never ending stalks of wheat.
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