Erase vs. Deface
Disgrace vs. Debase
Inner vs. Outer Space
Dog-eat-dog vs. Rat-race
God, who created everything,
is God over both man and things.
Pure gold, diamonds, and precious stones
are among the vast treasures He owns.
When men refuse to worship Him,
their ego rises to the brim.
They make for themselves gods of gold,
like people did in days of old.
The gods of gold debase man’s soul
and on his spirit take a toll.
After he at their altars feast
erelong, he will act like a beast.
Worship of God lifts the soul,
transforms men’s hearts, and makes them whole.
The more men feast on God’s pure Word,
the more they become like their God.
Make not for yourself gods of gold,
for they will leave you in the cold.
They cannot give you what you seek,
but will sure leave you up a creek.
Turn to God who made your soul
He wants to cleanse and make you whole.
The gods of gold are all a fraud,
stop trusting them and worship God.
Yes! day and night, inside my roaring shop,
pounding my heavy hammer ceaselessly
against the hardened anvil Poetry,
I ply tough steel into a pleasant shape.
Working words cleansed of cheap and easy trope
which would debase my art’s due quality,
I craft a blade, or else a spade, to be
the prying prod of clever penmanship.
But sometimes, in the silence of sorrow,
my forge sits still, uncluttered and unmanned.
My arduous tasks exhaust me, and I say
“Let what labour’s left be done tomorrow!”—
For when my mind and vision wallow bland,
It’s best to rest and recover for a day.
With a quick competitive descent,
Darling Daffy and his feisty duels;
No sportsmanship? He turns violent;
He’s a stickler for all of the rules;
Makes no difference if it’s a giraffe
or Bugs Bunny banging on that piano,
play the game fair or get cut in half;
This the challengers ALWAYS know;
‘A lower standard will always debase!’
screams a bar sign in ACME letters;
Looking for a fair fight? This is the place.
Who’s fire with melodic measures?
Sly cockatoo sashays in with a grin,
itching to throw in a song that’s fire;
He holds the decadence of a violin,
and claims to be an A list player;
Daffy smugly looks him up and down
‘You win? With that? What fallacies!!’
‘I’m Fuego I play two. Give me my crown.
Known as the best to play Merry Melodies.’
To be continued …
It’s odd…when you stop to think about it…
once it’s formed within our mind
how a word…any word
has no meaning until it has been read…
until is has been heard.
Our words on paper have no meaning…no one will ever heed them
If the paper is not circulated…if there’s no-one there to read them.
Our words we’re thinking of are useless…no one will ever get near them
If they remain unspoken…if no one is there to hear them.
It is an awesome responsibility we’ve been given:
The power to spread joy or heartache with each and every word…
Once they have been written…and read…
Once they have been spoken…and heard.
I wish we understood more how the words we use and how we use them
make other people feel.
How our words can create in others everlasting joy…
or scars that never heal.
I wish we’d all try a little harder to release into the world
words of happiness and joy…
and limit words meant to hurt another… to debase, demean…destroy.
I wish we were more adept at using words meant to be gentle, tender and kind
and allow the harmful words…before we use them
to dissolve back into the recesses of our minds.
The history of fiat
Is chock full of breaches
Of centralized power
That pushes and reaches
Debasing our money
The looters and leeches
Gaslighting people
With Keynesian speeches
Where is our money
In fractional banks?
They lend out in bubbles
And give us no thanks
Restricting our freedoms
With raw overreaches
Yes, the history of fiat
Is brimming with breaches
But now we have freedom
From theft and abuse
A better money in Bitcoin
And the power to choose
The central bank must be trusted not to debase the currency, but the history of fiat currencies is full of breaches of that trust. Banks must be trusted to hold our money and transfer it electronically, but they lend it out in waves of credit bubbles with barely a fraction in reserve.
Satoshi Nakamoto
I was a self-admitted misanthrope
unwilling to lose or drop a case.
I often threw a rope-a-dope
just to win; I never lose face.
I worked the dark streets
for dark, and even darker, clients
while the cops walked their beats,
shadows showing giants.
As far as I was concerned,
they were all a bunch of losers.
They were bad; they’d get burned.
The lot were boozers or bruisers.
I had caught a difficult case
The man was stabbed and shot.
He deserved it; he was debase,
but the perp would be caught.
The lawyer was my client,
he was dirty; the worst he could get.
Damn, he was mighty defiant!
Still, I didn’t think he did it.
He had no motive, but also no alibi.
So why were the cops after him?
He was a jerk, but had no reason to lie.
But for him the outlook was grim.
I might have to pummel every john
on the streets to get to the truth.
It wasn’t unpleasing to use my brawn
and I was a hellava good sleuth.
I’d search every city block.
I’d find the filthy little perp.
I’d find the lowlife and knock
the truth out of the twisted twerp!
26 August 2022
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In Due Season
Miracle Man
8-1-2022
As the silence of dawn overtakes me,
the wind whispers gently in my face.
Unknown are things that might cause glee,
but also those things that might debase.
But I’ll take each thing just as it comes,
knowing for all things God has a reason.
Not allowing myself to entertain glums,
but expect brighter times in due season.
"For in due season we shall reap." (Galatians 6:9)
bad situations
active imaginations
can kill relations
creating conspiracies
with broad designs to deceive
bloody mockery
shinigami lottery
a dichotomy
of preaching false brotherhood
so others will do no good
trying to obscure
real truths which should endure
facts filled with manure
some choose to communicate
into codes filled up with hate
white lies and false sums
psychological ransom
untruth the transom
when gaslighting has begun
take hostages without guns
multiple faces
yet none which more disgraces
truth which lies debase
dishonor become thy name
as this world is set aflame
interlocking rubaiyat
Vain reason enters our showplace
as gender switches some embrace.
Disclosing distorted incline,
our sexuality they debase.
Serving a selfish bottom line
has our culture begun its decline?
God gave up on the Romans for such;
He left them alone by design.
Looking around my world I see
a grand display of majesty.
Seasons, changes of temperature,
prove a power greater than me.
Creation speaks to this creature
convincing me of God's stature.
He provides us wisdom with grace,
hope that redeems our flawed nature.
November 9, 2021
No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
by Jenna Logan
Their "platforms" anchored, tightly tethered
Their statements all "if, ands, and whethers"
While blowing their horns
And spitting out thorns
From mouths full of fluffy crow feathers
by John Lawless
Cruel comments, sure catch one's eye
Demeaning, vindictive, but sly
Trolls aim to debase
And leave a bad taste
Perhaps they should eat humble pie
by Jan Allison
Some people just won't admit when they're wrong
Like to spin yarns and then string you along
But without any doubt
They are always caught out
Then feast on the first crow that comes along
by Tom Cunningham
Will he choke while eating crow
A feeble mind he does show
He messed in the blog
When he slopped his hog
His words are wind and they blow
by Mark Koplin
What should worry us is not the presence of wrinkles on our face
But the bearing of wrinkles in our souls that may divinity debase!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 May 2021
Today’s Thoughts On Truth
(media, social media,& politics)
By: Miracle Man
1/30/2021
Today, lies oft repeated are accepted as fact,
In quoting another we’re no longer exact.
Social media can no longer be held blameless,
they perpetuate lies while standing shameless.
A lie told often and the truth we don’t know,
unless like Pinnochio, noses started to grow.
So we pass on as truth each thing we read,
my word’s good, you can trust me, some plead.
Things are written that go unsaid to ones face,
we destroy reputations when we lie and debase.
Indians, Chiefs, Braves, Warriors, Redskins and Vikings!
Seems the politically correct crowd is upset with such things!
They're disturbed that sports teams bearing such names are a disgrace,
And that they humiliate and debase the dignity of folks of any given race!
It just so happens that with the PC crowd I have a little beef!
I'm a CHIEF Master Sergeant and Once a CHIEF - Always a CHIEF!
I earned a most worthy title that seems to irritate that pitiful crowd;
Try to take it away from me if you dare, but I'm not so easily cowed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, Chief Master Sergeant, USAF, Retired
Fatherhood holds great pivotal power:
To lift or let down, bringing laughter or frowns.
Your words have potency, proven by deeds.
Do what you promise and plant for renown.
Be the hero, the parent your children need.
Be more than you dreamed that a father could be.
Be a fulcrum of joy, praise extravagantly!
Fatherhood bears a life-changing might:
To give worth or debase, esteem or erase.
Your words are harpoons, or pillows of grace.
Listen intently, be still, SEE their face.
Be the dad that your children love to embrace.
Be more than you dreamed that a father could be.
Be a fulcrum of grace, give extravagantly!
Fatherhood sets generational ties:
To move up or down, the family tides.
Your words are their seeds of self-worth or shame.
Invest your best to build grooms and brides.
Be the man that shows them the worth of your name.
Be more than you dreamed that a father could be.
Be a fulcrum of life, love extravagantly!
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