On the occasion of Shakespeare's birth
Three words from the Bard illuminate more brightly than the sun
And standing in his shadow one is most likely there to fade
As a flickering candle placed beside the light of that bright one
And measuring one's own image thus will leave most all unmade
One wonders whence the ink was drawn that this Alchemist turned to gold
The moment that his sharpened quill touched down upon the page
As genius in sequential thought upon the parchment there unscrolled
Which lapped upon the shore of love where seas of passion rage
And yet the spark still licks the wick encompassed now in tallow
Not giving thought to where it might land one in history
Unlit 'twould render darkness cursed and all to wade there shallow
Should all stand cowed and trembling bowed without posterity
Surely mortals mere as me serve but to burnish what surrounds
The gilded steps up to the treasure, measuring there what still astounds
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There once was a squirrel named Tyron,
the Tire Swing Tyrant—his ire on
full display if you dared
to approach (he’d stand, glared),
then pelt you with acorns like iron.
His kingdom? A maple tree’s shade,
where trespassers trembled, dismayed.
Kids tiptoed in fear,
but old Mrs. O’Sheer
just laughed, tossed him peanuts—he stayed.
A truce? No, a trade, it was clear:
her yard safe, his ego sincere.
Now Tyron rules proud,
though occasionally cowed
when the neighbor’s tomcat slinks near.
Their comrade was a confident lad who did not mind observations
Cowed a bit by his belief in his abilities, the other two were quiet
Unless he dove under the water, then the critiques came out
They were brutally disrespecting him, but only in low tones
And only when he could not hear them.
Others who sat near, observed, smirking a bit.
Because they were cousins to the swimmer
and would gladly tell him about it afterwards.
He would laugh like a monkey when he heard this.
He loved intimidating people without trying.
Today the trails have become ( wide roads )
That have lead to destruction? Now where is that
Told.? I percive it is relevent.' Though the beams
That tried to take its place..In a perverted glow
of gloom
That worm throughout this earth, state the Bible
Is a relic, as their experts age and fail, while the
' Book of God ' tells their ways ' will founder.' And will
Fail ( science of the macarbe is here ) as nightmares
Now are found, to be taught as guiding 'principles?'
At least that is what I reason, by sight and sound.'
Yet there are those who buck the trends, of circumstance and chaos.' Thomas Massie the
Kentuckyan, is showing clean heels, to crowd at
These current races, He's a man of men.' Who stood
Un-cowed the ( voice to be trusted ) when con-vid
Cowed...Vilified by those of false pride.' I give you
Thomas Massie.. may he tan their hides.'
They kneel to other powers
we hesitate and fear the cost
to like a facebook friend
daring to speak out.
Laws grow and restrict
deny us free speech
our rights are strangled cries
on the vine of foreign might.
We head to the abyss
democracy is fading here
soon we will feel the rage
of fascist boots in our face.
Do we shrink ourselves
reduce the target we became
no keffiyeh or land rights badge
no words against abuse.
Once proud of standing out
there is disquiet in our hearts
will we be silenced next
our past, a crime in this new state.
Weather forecast
Early morning, and it had rained
silently all night, so quiet a falling
One had listened to its meeting
the open Earth's waiting embrace
No, this was not an angry flooding
caused by a lover's absence.
A refusal by Earth to accept any
dramatic passion in the rain needs to
Give went to its full pent-up lust
Cowed by the rain cloud, it waited till
The soil was ready for a night of love
I look myself in the mirror
Recognizing my every error.
The constant pressure
To reach pleasure
The satisfaction of hearing ‘I’m proud’
I'm cowed.
As I’ve grown older
I’ve become bolder.
The wonders of acceptance
Are now resistant.
All the overthinking
All the overachieving
Is slowly sinking.
My testimony shows
All my knows.
The knows of trying
The knows of crying
The fear of dying
In the qualifying
Of being accepted.
I’ve been deceived
By what I’ve achieved.
I now know where I belong,
All the people I walk among
Their silent voices are wrong.
I am enough
I am tough
I am enough.
Since 2020 came to be..its rare i'll tune to
That corperation, hear me..I'll only go there ( to see what lies? they are spreading?) Scuttlebutt, common rumous
Such like.' They'll always mention, I think they're the dregs of the
Drainstream crowd.? Intent on misinforming..In.? Well in making making listeners; cowed.'
Honeyed un-truths their daily staple,
I am much more selective, i search for
Outfits more capable.' Redacted and Vobes, Kris Brooks to..Annas home cooking, all treat me better, thank you.)
On Halloween, someone
Wore Jackie’s pink suit,
All spattered with blood –
She thought it a hoot.
The Rose Garden’s gone
Like the East Wing’s demise,
Though none of these acts
Should be any surprise.
We live in a time
Where behavior’s debased
And where gilt covers up
All the class it’s replaced.
With a leader unhinged
And the government cowed,
Will we ever regain
What once made us so proud?
Our Jacqueline days
Have been dragged through the mud
When now people can laugh
About feces* and blood.
*Truth Social showed an AI-generated
video of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
in a fighter jet dropping feces on “No Kings”
protesters.
Trumpeted a would be King
Wrecking protocol, doing his thing
Senate is on its knees, weak
Congress cowed out of speak
Had lunch with a friend
And we sat in the shade
In a sidewalk arrangement
The restaurant made.
I live on the east side
And she on the west.
We meet to catch up
At each other’s request.
The corner was busy
And traffic zipped by.
With sirens and buses,
I’m not gonna lie,
The noisiness level
Was blaring and loud,
Plus bulldozers rolled
As pedestrians cowed.
Construction just added
More rat-a-tat-tats,
With shouts from the workers
In safety-type hats.
My friend and I chatted,
Our voices both raised,
Delighted to be there,
New Yorkers unfazed.
I walk through life like a shadow unseen,
Because they treat me like I’ve never been.
No chains can bind me, no laws confine,
Yet they whisper doubts as if they’re mine.
Why do you fear the faith I hold?
Why does my truth leave hearts so cold?
Is it my wisdom that shakes your ground,
Or the strength in me that won’t bow down?
I have seen the darkest nights unfold,
Where silence screams and hate takes hold.
Yet through the storm, I stand unbowed,
Resilient still, never cowed.
Through the veil of hate, I stride,
Unfazed by scorn, untouched by pride.
For in the fire, I forge my way,
And rise anew with each new day.
My eyes grow wet, and my heart is swollen as i follow the
Words Monica has just spoken.' She is going after that dirty
Dingo dan, genocidal doer of the culling plan.' A silent
Cheer fills me up.' My spiritsl now on fire 'cause our girl is tough'
An angry Aussie she will not be cowed.' A determined
Battler..Of who I'm proud; proud; proud.' She says that
Millions won't buy her off.' Yet there will be those (who doubt and scoff ) well i stand by her in poems and prayers.'
As she fights for all Aussies.' Man shes way out there.!!
Fighting for a country once the envy, of the western world..!
And it will be once more.! I SAY GET YOUR FLAGS UNFURLED!! You have just to stand.' Behind this slip of
A girl.' And rid yourself of the traitors.' Its time again for
Australia.. Now to stun this world.!!
A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?
An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".
Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?
The Domain of Fear
The Devil and hell, all Christians would agree,
Are the fate awaiting non believers like me.
But if you search the Scriptures you’d see,
Both Satan and hell are nowhere to be
Found in the Writings of the Jews,
And to Christians, this is real news.
All dead people went to the place of the dead.
Sheol was the name and there was no dread,
Of modern heaven or hell.
Good or bad, that’s where you’d dwell.
But Christians came up with this permanent abode,
So as to keep the believers cowed.
And the Devil? Nowhere in the Jewish Scripture.
Of The Satan, we have a different picture.
A vassal of God, no power to harm.
He only does God’s bidding, (turn down your alarm).
Look at Job with God and the Adversary.
There is no dissent, God need not parry.
Both concepts are fiction, made up to cause fear
So that followers would obey, listen and adhere.
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