Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.
Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?
Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.
Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.
A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.
Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high
seeking pleasure and shunning pain
in as it applies to our form
choosing bondage we wear the chain
with cravings of ego conform
play of desire and aversion
becomes a haunting addictive
yet it is a simulation
programmed responses predictive
cooperating we comply
watching the ebb and flow of tides
there’s nothing to seek or decry
as soul in the void wingless glides
jaundiced ego’s eye
our soul doth decry
so if we yet judge
locate then heart’s grudge
our soul’s soft sigh
does decry thought
a lie it knows
If I were a recklessly raucous raccoon
I’d stealthily move as thrushes fly by
I’d try my best to reach for the moon
I’d continue my quest as wood pigeons croon
Determined to access the clear evening sky
If I were a recklessly raucous raccoon
Might I access the stars on a hot air balloon?
Or climb up a pole long enough to get by?
I’d try my best to reach for the moon
I dare not reveal my cause too soon
Lest the wise owls challenge, asking me why
If I were a recklessly raucous raccoon
“Fifteen minutes of fame” you’ll likely assume
Why not root for me instead of decry?
I’d try my best to reach for the moon
Then all will strike up a victory tune
‘Trash Panda’ no longer as in days gone by
If I were a recklessly raucous raccoon
I’d try my best to reach for the moon
Well hard as they might fight and try
So tight are rarely barely getting by
Sigh jobs squarely unfairly go to AI
Picked nicked then flicked on the sly
No sorrow poor borrow more to buy
Tricked by CGI lie from a cloudy sky
Social media spy pigs in the Tech sty
Future can’t deny no one gets a bye
Suitor will be AI then humans will defy
Pyrrhic critics decry but it is do or die
Titans fight for their piece of the pie
White collar all about the dollar guy
Dash for stash of cash ultimate high
Purloining while just coining on the fly
Spend as know the end is almost nigh
Flash rash brash greed splash they ply
Keys for wheeze must seize or will pry
Happens so fast they have cast the dye
Command it’s about demand & supply
Sycophant pant a creamy dreamy chai
Ego blast will last with your past will vie
Perverse creed gets worse this the storm's eye
Sow the seed impede our swede teed up & fry
Won't conform will curse why must I lie with AI
Plead don’t need IT to perform bellow thy lullaby
No go slow mellow Hello but a wry dry Goodbye
Team of stars shine bright...
Clearly enough; attract eyes late at night,
But for starless sky-
Climatic change brings on cloud, moon decry.
Morning dim light shine...
Brightly often; soft glowing radiants dine,
But for cloudy morn -
Climatic change drags on cold, sun- airborne.
Climate's mates bestow nature her beauty,
Cum change in period; each's timing duty.
When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
You say it never mattered
you say you never cared
You say you never meant it
you say it wasn’t shared
You tell me that you’re leaving
the price of love too high
You tell me what you’re taking
— that final last goodbye
With sorrow I resent you
with sorrow I decry
With sorrow you brought heartache
with sorrow all your lies
Regret will be your suitor
regret to long reside
Regret will be your tour de force
— regret you cannot hide
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Must God stay beyond
understanding
His prophecy to conscript
and confuse
Are the Trinity and
Resurrection
Both miracles or only
a ruse
Building temples to
edification
Storing Icons that judge
and decry
Is the Bible fictitious
or sacred
Is Redemption the truth
— or a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Penetrating cold.
Decry warmth, compassion -
world is lost, twisted.
Innocence forgave,
Indoctrinated hate, strikes -
Inescapable!
Overwhelming fear,
Far right reaches to arm -
Flashes, pain, darkness.
Propaganda rise.
Educated disbelief,
words failing to heal.
Fascism, no regard;
Resounding hatred echoed -
Elites unburdened.
Rich unencumbered,
Preying on the downtrodden -
Reverse Robin Hood.
Tech-bro oligarchy;
Puppeteers the White House,
Bent knee to Pontiff.
2025:
Rage consumed populous;
kindness - a lost art.
You're beautiful like no other,
Your smile can melt the hardest stone,
You were raised well by your mother,
Good home training you've always shown.
Many stars shine in night's vast sky,
But none as bright as the dog star,
With wisdom no one can decry,
With joy no foe can ever mar.
Joy not only shines on your face,
It lights a beacon in my heart –
Your beauty blooms with pomp and grace,
The love you bring forth from the start.
You're a beauty with great wisdom,
A genius blessed with brain and poise,
Love and grace flow in your system,
With candor yet making no noise.
Well-blessed is the day you were birthed,
Your uniqueness that day unearthed,
The sun ever since shines brighter,
And darkness descends much lighter.
Your gentle breezes clear the skies,
Cries of hatred your love dries,
Had two more like you graced the world,
Peace everywhere would be unfurled.
our nonchalant eye, is what near ones decry ~
it’s not indifference dear, feel our heart sigh
She was born on this day in ‘66
A Belle that rings above all other chicks
She’s dated some gems and dated some pricks
And beyond it all she keeps her wits
So on this day she can breathe a sigh
She can lay back and watch it all go by
She can about her life to her heart decry
Sing a song my heart, shed a tear my eye
And as of late (and maybe all her life)
Jesus is at the forefront, Jesus is the guy
He makes her feel so spry
As another year is added, another year’s gone by
Watch as wedding guests arrive
With all the glitz and glitter
Paparazzi crave.
My friends decry the waste of wealth;
Can't they see the children there
Weeping tears of poverty?
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