I entered life tabula rasa,
a spiritual being, a blank slate,
my life unpainted on a piece of masa
with no ego to sate.
But my ego grew before I knew
how spirit bends when shadows speak;
it found the doubts I clung to, too,
weakening me, unable to spiritually seek.
It shrouded the signals the spirit sends
the mercies placed at every hand~
the rainbow the sunshine bends,
the blue-violet dusk that glorifies the land.
And here’s the truth I long denied:
a tainted picture ego did draw,
and I’m the one who lets its shadow dwell inside
until at my self-esteem it did gnaw.
So now I walk the inner way~
crucifying the ego’s strength and claim.
For God’s guidance I doth pray,
vowing, “Ego, thy shall no longer my spirit defame!”
Although ego’s voice still tries to rise,
I greet it with a pilgrim’s grace
knowing it’s my worst enemy who wears many a disguise.
Now I’m a braver, enlightened soul finding its place.
freedom of speech is our right ~ don't defame those that don't agree with you
SHOOTER HAS A NAME
NOW THE POLITICAL GAME
ARE OUT TO DEFAME
The merciless poacher
his larceny quells
Shooting wherever
the desperate dwell
Leaving to rot
what his vengeance can’t steal
Stalking and preying
the weakest revealed
Stirring up warnings
and ghosts from the past
Damning his nature
and future aghast
Hanging his conquests
on walls that defame
That last spot for him
— dark trophy of shame
(The New Room: December, 2025)
Try not to believe a one sided story
Before you decide to judge
Try not to form an opinion from another’s unkind words
Before you dismiss or hold a grudge
Do not believe what is so readily told to you
To deliberately name and shame
There are two sides to every story
Open your heart and mind before you defame!
Consumed by their anger, the flames they stoke.
They blame and defame, label others as "woke".
The pugnacious pen only aims to provoke..
If not a Poet
what would I be
A soldier, a sailor
a fading marquee
If not a Poet
whose soul would I claim
a saint’s or a sinners
to praise or defame
If not a Poet
which path would I choose
the known or untraveled
which one did Frost use
If not a Poet
what hills would I climb
what bells could I ring
— in place of the rhyme
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Lurking behind false identities
And faceless names
They launch a venomous attack
Pulling you down the road to defame
Their malicious intent to vilify your name
Is a vicious and preposterous game
Shameless trolls are a sadistic ploy
Often media houses deploy
Stalwart Artz Burkhardt, a tackler of problems, it was right At the heart.. Of how as a professional he did his work; luminary.'
In the face of an epidemic; He did not shirk.' He organised
Fifteen cadavers to autopsy and re-search, the result of injections he set to work.' He knew the innocent bodies could not lie.' Yet
As he began, the 'drainstream media' however gave a strong
Try.' His findings of vascular damage in at least fourteen.'
Was disparaged and derided..There was no appetite it seems.' To search for veracity, the science; real truth so it
Was not published.' The guy was cancelled forsooth.) Then
(There was the accident?) That robbed him of life.' Though
At 79 he was quite strong, thats not denied now the results
Of his findings he put down they are stored ' R F K if you Access them.' You can face down the hordes.' Coupled with
Data from registerd elmbalmers, it should frame.? A better
Case against the invective of those, who would you defame!
Filibuster
Political Humor
Miracle Man
10/17/2024
Politicians get tough question,
and most will filibuster.
Especially if performance,
is bordering lackluster.
Many are from professions,
that are the kings of gab.
Their day’s clock is eaten,
by unfriendly confab.
Their priority is always,
find some one to blame.
They swear on the Bible,
while pants are aflame.
If the finger points at them,
they’re not slow to disclaim.
Searching for another,
that they might defame.
With hand outstretched,
they are tempted by bribers,
And too many fall prey,
lacking good moral fibers.
They see most as inferior,
and as dumb as a shoat.
Everything is on the table,
as they vie for our vote.
I know that politics,
is their forte and dominion,
And I pray they don’t legislate,
from me, my opinion.
The gift of life is a wondrous thing.
Before aches and pains the onset of age bring,
Feast on the glories, God has set,
In goblets filled for man to taste.
Fill your heart with the elixir of love.
Champion the cause of peace as your vow.
Act in the Present and look up with hope,
For it’s the magic that fills up every cup.
Wipe a tear and bring some cheer,
That sure will leave you truly dear.
Make the weary feel that you care,
And lighten the burden that they bear.
A glow of warmth when borne on your face,
Adds so much more to your innate grace.
So light up your face with radiant smiles,
And let your laughter ring down the aisles.
Nothing lasts ever, it’s wise to learn.
So why go crazy for so much to earn?
Worldly gains may add up to your fame,
But such transient things, your soul may defame!
We go to hardship
We go to shame and defame
To gain salvation.
Trijan refrain
Grief ascends with the rising moon
'neath frosted Winter skies
A lone wolf howls, wailing a rune
desperate for replies
Her mate has died, she must lament
beside him 'til last breath was spent
Parted in death
Parted in death
His body torn, tattered and rent
Grief ascsends with the rising moon
as thorns, it pricks my skin
There is sorrow in the wolf's tune
My emotions akin
To shadowed darkness we lay claim
Eyes cold without a spark or flame
Feeling such pain
Feeling such pain
Love, it's you I seek to defame
Grief ascends with the rising moon
Haunting my thoughts tonight
Who do I blame and dare impugn
with defiance and spite
I would caterwaul to the wind
if death's warrant I could rescind
His life restored
His life restored
No longer would I be chagrined
My dearest child, please hear
You are still underage
The world you do not fear
Its strength you cannot gauge
If fixed to go away
Don’t bring on dreadful shame
That will make it certain
Ever stamped on your name
Life demands a hard climb
As building often does
Can take a long, long time
To overcome what was
Beware of what inflames
That injures, wounds, and maims
Don’t misuse and defame
That precious gift, your name
I will always love you
And listen for your knock
Know the door you left through
Will always be unlocked
Some of my poems are truly inane.
Screeching, preaching, a run away train..
Impulsive poetry is to blame.
It's just my style. I'll sign my name.
It's never racist.
It doesn't seek to defame and
none of my musings would ever proclaim,
to "make America great again".
Poetry soup is a haven, a safe space.
It's certainly not a Presidential race..
If America wants a President with a.d.d.
and lots of extra energy.
Put my name on your ballot,
as I'll come with poetry..
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