Enough lies and vicious duplicity.
Someone please bring back times of decency.
Good ol' fashioned civilized dialogue.
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to not feed me platitudes
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Respect for women
Is culture of good decency
Which rooted in home.
If we could teach the world, one thing
it should not be, the price of string
the microwave and why it pings
the endless list, of English kings
the dynasty, of Chinese Ming
the mystery, of golden rings
the history, of Western Swing
No
absolutely none of these things
with all the distraction they would bring
if we could teach the world one thing
we need everybody to stop
we need everyone to listen and look
to hear the little bird that sings
and watch it flap its tiny wings
If we could teach the world one thing
we'll show those people how to dream
above the crazy sounds and scenes
to find all the hope and all the joy
that our imagination just might bring
If we could teach the world one thing
maybe somehow we could learn
the power of ideas, the power of ideals
with courage, decency, justice and truth
from all of those who walked before
Dorchester Labourers, Doctor King
women who did amazing things
in science, politics, literature and more
if we could teach the world one thing.
Comment On Decency And Morality
This ole earth sets its unholy record
as sin is so often celebrated
The bad walk with chins and chest puffed out
streets danger from the inebriated.
Robert J. Lindley, Feb 2nd 1971
Quatrain
Note; My friend Jimmy, died this last weekend due to his driving drunk.
A completely needless act.
Here I am at the crossroads
Staring blankly at the inky dark sky
Beaten to a pulp and helpless
By forces of darkness
Here I am lying in the pool of my emotions
Clutching at every straw
To maintain sanity and stability
Here I am a victim of a system
That dehumanises her own
Here I am cloned from a contraption
Built on the foundation of impunity
Feeding her children with frustration
Here I am a victim of a country
That glamourises wrong values
And deliberately relishes
Living a lie of romantic proportion
Here I am fearful of a tomorrow
Bleak and hopeless for my children
Victims of a country gradually
Disappearing from global map of decency
R is for the repeated distortions of facts,
A for press articles written with hacks,
M for the emphasis placed on survival,
P for the piss taken out of your rival.
A for analogies that never convince,
N for false narratives making us wince,
T for traditional values cast-off
That cause umpteen scholars and clergy to scoff.
L is for lovers whom I dream of all night,
E for electric bills high as a kite,
T for temptations I can’t keep at bay,
H for Matt Hancock - please God stay away!
A is for the **** he fondled intensely,
R for resigning - we respect that immensely,
G is for the government of which he was part, and
Y for the yes-men aboard that rotting cart.
In decency you trust?
Indecency's lust ~
Indecent, some busts
Common Sense is uncommon, I'm told
while Plain, Old-Fashioned Decency
is neither plain nor old
Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
I’m sorry but I can’t pretend or meditate it away
Watching Americans becoming predators after human prey
I think of all the police now at home bruised and broken
Who fought for so many lives without the respect of so many unspoken
Then at the dog park, two women demanded people take off their masks
When people refused they opened the fence and they did not ask
Then all the dogs went running from the park during all this strife
And a woman pricked someone who wore a mask with a knife
So people ran to gather their beloved dogs and went running for their liife
Something is very wrong now in our towns in our streets
We must fight for democracy and decency we must not give up in defeat.
Scrambled legs hopping and jumping
Rear ends jiggling, blood is pumping
Modern dancing in the late 60’s is cool.
Sent more than one lad to military school.
This is outrageous parents were saying.
Bellbottoms and bare bellies had them praying.
Free love announced on cups and signs.
Unexpected fathers not signing dotted lines.
Women sadly left to raise children all alone.
Many in another country, so far from home.
Agent Orange’s residue lingering for generations.
Viet Nam War rivaling Star Trek’s unhappy federations.
Scrambled legs hopping and jumping
Rear ends jiggling, blood is pumping
The end of decency and modesty in many ways.
Yet an exciting time for those of us who survived these days.
The decency.
With relation to the horizon I am a walking vertical.
I justify it by standing in a line of the same lines
near a coffee boot.
I will certainly be punished for behaving differently
from the ideal of straightness.
I pretend not to understand that
'there' coffee is not sold.
Closeness.
I am a cathetus that exists
in relation to location and time.
I justify myself by
the fact that it is the 21st century now,
and the ideal of a straght line is standing in a line for coffee.
The presence.
I don't imagine myself out of the lexeme 'to be'.
'not being' is not an antonym to it.
I finally don't get to decide about my accidental neighborhood.
I justify it only by the fact that
I am just a shadow of the substance
conditioned by false random light.
(c) Ana Nomaren
Translated into English by Maryna Tchianova . Written by Ana Nomaren (a poet) in Kyiv, Ukraine
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2018
Give me arrowhead decency
A supreme meaning to see
Beyond embattlements and car parts
After hustle bustle relapse
To witness standing strong
Cause I'm strung out, overloaded, debugged
Drifting midnight's icy whisper dangled
From crocodile boots and machete clearing
Out in the open hoping
Rope will wrastle my animal farm
Yet Orwell's nightmare occupies,
Blackens my ink pen rebuttal
Finally emerge to sea urchins churning
The real organism emersed in daylight
My mind faded a dime revoling escalator evolved
Through tyrannical times
The lustre of passing though after paying dues
Where now we meet and greet
The street looking juicy and sweet
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