In that spoof, let wakeful eyes attend,
The sly concealed to serve their secret will;
So wise compeers will learn and not pretend
Shunning the loins’ demands pressing them still.
Scratchy urges fade, if ignored with the mind,
Till spring returns with tender buds soft and pure;
Then they shall till the fields, not more confined,
Escaping plights which insane minds procure.
Then will it be you whose veins fret with grief,
Who bawls for loss, bitter and snarling in pain,
Who squandered wealth on coquettes, vainly brief,
Then howls in rue as though beset by bane
So try, sketch a life with utter restraint,
Debasing dignity is but constraint.
Rights Reserved
Strutting
in place
Message
defaced
Words left
to spew
Bombast
in view
Worshipping
mirrors
Begging
for fame
Image
debasing
Vanity’s
— claim
(The New Room: March, 2025)
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
“We are the US government”
We can print out of thin air
Mister Sherman says aloud
Which should be quite a scare
But yet he says of Bitcoin
(Amazing that he can dare)
That bitcoin isn’t valuable
But created from thin air
Bitcoin has a cost to make
A cost that can’t compare
To fiat’s cheap and easy flow
Debasing the saver’s share
Thank you Mister Sherman
For making us all aware
Of your Cantillon privilege
Printing money from thin air
Study what a bitcoin costs
To make one - with work & care
And you’ll see Bitcoin’s value
Come join and get a share
Thank you Mister Sherman
For helping us to prepare
As our dollars get debased
Since they’re printed from thin air
Good
Excellent, Honorable
Pleasing, Striking, Becoming
Virtue, Morality; damage, harm
corrupting, ruining, debasing
unscrupulous, insidious
evil
Written May 14, 2021
In with a bang out with a whimper
An American story reminiscent of old,
Brashness and vigor, street smart and temper,
Rising to greatness then collapsing stone-cold.
How could this happen in this day and age,
Have we not learned from lessons long taught,
But there lies the moral, we gave him the stage,
His victory gifted, neither stolen nor bought.
The reasons were many, the anger profound,
The swamp and it's dwellers entitled and deaf,
Their smugness alone caused Trump to be crowned,
With neither side listening, as each out of breath.
But what of the Media, greedy and loud,
They built up the story their coffers to fill,
This great institution at one time so proud
Debasing core standards their audience to thrill.
What next may we ask, back to the same?
Politicians grandstanding, jostling for power,
Caring little for action, just personal fame,
Riding the airways, seizing the hour.
Enough of this folly, time to unite,
Reason and truth need blossom anew,
Our democracy young, our future still bright,
Faith in our system we must now renew.
Save the Constitution
What would the framers of the Constitution say?
To see socialists gaining favor and momentum,
And grabbing power by debasing the United States
By destroying the foundation on which America was built.
Propaganda and hatred spew from their socialist lips,
Disguised by the political party that they have hijacked.
Nothing is sacred to them in their quest for power,
Even if it means ripping the Constitution apart.
They worship the gods of evil sanctimoniously
(The transfer of power is through coups employed viciously)
And disregard the American Constitution wholeheartedly
In their quest to submit the country to foreign dominance.
Americans! Be not fooled! Among you lurks deceit,
From spies in the Capitol to traitors in the streets.
There are snakes in the grass, devilish in desire,
Who don’t cherish the United States Constitution at heart
Nor share the American dream rooted in independence.
***
Note:
The Constitution of the United States of America was adopted and signed on September 17, 1787, at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Another Tom Wright Opinion
1-1-2020
Our society is suffering,
because of all the fake news.
Many practice “spinning”,
while presenting their views.
Those reporting the news,
should remain non-aligned.
But seems everybody now days,
has an axe to grind.
Politicians and pundits,
aren’t alone in this debasing.
We can’t recognize the truth,
when it we are facing.
Some fill their day,
dispensing mostly idle chatter.
It’s ratings that counts,
and facts no longer matter.
Many have schemes to pull,
or have angles to play.
Because we’re now living,
In a post-truth society today.
Korach Balded
Striving to Tear Hair,
"B'Rosh" Moshe's Care,
Only Korach Dare.
Learned and Wealthy,
Korach's DeScalping Not Healthy,
Undermining Moshe Was Stealthy.
Korach Not Content,
He Israel's Head Rent,
Swallowed by Earth His End.
Playing Second Fiddle,
Getting Free of the Middle,
Son of "Kehat", a Riddle.
Wealth is a Major "Tzoros",
Korach's Wife Riled Egos,
Together Corrupting "Middos".
Avoid a Ticket to Power Ball,
Any Debasing Element Stall,
Be Advised "Don't Strut But Crawl!"
For Timothy Lee, the best of me
Every mood of nature I’ve lifelong felt on my face,
each debasing heart pain and endearing heart joy,
combined with my ingrained need to word create
while living uncertain in my self-confidence void,
tone-fills my Avatar’s endless background space.
Of primary import is the man on whom I lean,
whose loving support brought my poetry forth
with his certain belief my writing held worth.
This man is my heart, my fulfilling everything,
the soul mate who gave my confidence wings
to soar my poems high above any fear of stings.
... CayCay
February 13, 2019
The Black Enigma
In many big cities both in America and in Europa there is
an under- class of black people or shall we say people of
African background, but that will not be correct as many
black people come from Jamaica, Trinidad where their
forefathers have lived for generations.
The black youths seem unable to lift themselves out of this
mire although many black women have they are a shining
example it is possible to get an education move upward.
Alas, it is not the case of the black male for whom idleness
is a way of life and of petty crime to get money and a car
going to jail a prize they accept paying a ticket to respect
amongst their peers – losers- a possibility to become a gang
member and to be loyal to its violent creed.
To solve it white do- good people should stay away and let
black individuals who have been successful the state can
provide leadership
the money to schools and teachers must be provided by
the state if not, there will be revolts every year amongst
the haves and the haves not because we keep patronising
and finding excuses for the black male which is debasing
and racism at its worst
Why Crippled America?
Any presidential nominee thus far,
Anyone ever in long history’s past,
Could’ve called America crippled,
A high look upon disability to cast.
Disability is now curable sometimes,
And healthcare stands sturdily tall,
As a nation’s proudest profession,
As our greatest step and tribal call.
So the analogy to disability power,
The relationship of doctor/patient,
Could be used by any great politician,
To explain his policies and argument.
But I believe that any candidate knows,
To deliberately dismiss this slogan,
To in determination bypass disability,
As a succinct method of explanation.
It’s what goes to make a man great,
A politician tick and get it right,
A women see the good and justice,
Of the Syrian migrant’s plight.
So Trump should be sued, slammed,
By disabled people in a law court case,
For debasing their physiognomy,
For knifing their contributive face.
He does not pertain to disabled people,
Now, after all of that in any way,
And if you are aware of disability,
Then don’t give him the time or day.
How emboldened the man who speaks of love
Fanning the ashes lying cold and dark
Arousing the flesh, exciting the heart
Elusive emotion dreams are made of
Lethargic mind, not controlling the tongue
Which utters the word and ignites a spark
Self inflicting such pain n'er to depart
Then curses the powers that be above
What manner of fool seeks such destiny
One who entices lasting anguish and shame
Then recoils in debasing self pity
Crying out to others for sympathy
Why put one's hand in a flickering flame
Love will always be fleeting and pithy
Italian Sonnet Rhyme Scheme ABBA ABBA CDE CDE
14 lines 10 syllables per line 140 syllables 96 words
An original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Login’s For Me, Me, Me!
Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit,
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session,
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit,
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision.
So I growl in a low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen,
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede,
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been.
I change my login each time a new carer starts,
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering,
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts,
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring.
I can only change my passcode a certain few times,
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber.
It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal,
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation,
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal,
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!
Souls in fear of uncertain but rampant chaos,
Where the cities bombed and thousands slayed,
Houses broken and the valuable coffers emptied,
Innocents trafficked and the felony at rise,
Commoners conned and the power misused-
The Almighty! Where is the peace you promised?
For love debasing and wars right at the door,
Infected minds with greed and hatred at dispersal,
Altruism waning and egoism the victorious devil,
Compassion at stake and bliss only a wistful wish,
But antipathy even amongst the esteemed bloods,
Soulless and callous, havens blemished with vices
And enmity on the rise as the blazing fire-
God! Where is the peace prayed for everyday?
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