Defeating Tyranny
This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention
this is how it is done
it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence
it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but
if enough people care it might work
There are soft whispers only I can hear
coming from shivers deep within my soul,
"Save me from that which I most fear.
Hostility around us that we can't control."
My heart beat more rapidly in its confusion.
Though sheltered, I couldn't decrease its pace.
The world continues to proliferate delusion ~
cause for the woeful state of the human race.
Brutish rulers sit on pedestals as their throne
while innocents must claw in the dirt to survive.
Where is another David who will hurl the stone,
to free my heart and soul and keep hope alive?
See, the tomb is empty,
Lord Jesus is alive,
Defeating darkness, death,
He has risen again ~
We breathe eternal breath;
See, the tomb is empty,
Christ has resurrected,
In Him, hope is renewed,
We have forever life ~
Through death, death He subdued;
See the tomb is empty,
Messiah magnified,
Seated on God’s right hand,
Evermore in heaven ~
We’ll see him on that strand.
21st April 2022
Theme: Easter
For Andrea Dietrich's "All April in Monchielle" contest
K-iller
E-pidemic's
R-abid
S-ickness
H-orribly
E-mploys
Y-ucky
M-orbidity
A-s
Y-ou
B-eat
U-nknown's
E-erie
N-astiness
D-efeating
I-nvisible
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of Kershey May Buendia (June 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
O-bliterate
L-ink
O-f
R-abid
O-utbreak
D-efeating
E-pidemic
O-f
L-ethal
O-pponent's
R-isk
U-ntil
N-eatness
L-iterally
E-rases
K-iller
E-nemy
Topic: Birthday of poet Olorode Olorunleke (May 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ockdown
E-rases
A-trocious
L-ink's
Y-ucky
N-astiness
D-efeating
I-nfection
O-nce
N-ecessary
E-quipment
D-ispatches
A-ilment
Topic: Birthday of Lealyn D. Dioneda (May 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Targeting noses
Some Viruses
To mount their flags
Winning wellness
No cure found coldness
Corona one more illness
The Princess and the Pauper
by Michael R. Burch
for Norman Kraeft in memory of his beloved wife June Kysilko Kraeft
Here was a woman bright, intent on life,
who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye
and drew him, powerless, into her spell
of wanting her himself, so much the lie
that she was meant for him—obscene illusion!—
made him seem a monarch throned like God on high,
when he was less than nothing; when to die
meant many stultifying, pained embraces.
She shed her gown, undid the tangled laces
that tied her to the earth: then she was his.
Now all her erstwhile beauty he defaces
and yet she grows in hallowed loveliness—
her ghost beyond perfection—for to die
was to ascend. Now he begs, penniless.
To defeat ISIS
I wouldn't send the army,
I'd send Judge Judy.
Defeating Fear
I defeat my fear by facing it head on,
with shoulders squared, firmly back,
I seek to beat the norm.
I dissect every perfect fact,
and look at where the fear resides,
with shoulders squared, firmly back.
With little steps, I make great strides
to learn this enemy,
and look at where the fear resides.
Pursuing with all rapidity
the very thing that has chased me,
to learn this enemy.
In quick of time I’ll surely be,
master of my greatest fear.
The very thing that has chased me.
So it is with things that cause me tears.
I defeat my fear by facing it head on.
Master of my greatest fear,
with shoulders squared, firmly back.
4/26/17
Topic: How to defeat your greatest fear
There where the light does not touch
where few things grow and fewer still live
a glimmer of hope, a storm does brew
a river that sails itself to deep sea
life into death, death to unknown
Fields bathed in sunlight
golden harvest awaits
sing a song of bronze grain
blown by winds of fate
in the autumn of life
A ship sails from yonder
a distant shape growing near
a welcome voyage waits me there
where fruit trees stand tall
and bees sing through flowers
" The tree wishes for calm but the wind will not subside...."
Chinese saying
This is an observation which rings true to me
The harsh winds of mortality
The winds of broken love affairs
The real wind of the winter
There are some escapes from this which I will list here:
Music
Good TV
Theatre
Good films
a good poetry reading
I am sure all of you are familiar with the winds I am speaking of
It is my fervent hope
that
the winds
don't harm you and your loved ones
Winter is coming
Hopefully not the winter of your souls
In Defeating You, I Slay The World You Live In
Stoning you, I slay you , cut into you
with hatred in my rapid surging heart
Such is very deserved and more is due
I try to break your body all apart
As you cry for sweet mercy try to think
you that lived and wallowed in darkest sin
Gleefully you drove me into the brink
as you grew the hate that I once lived in
Beg, graven coward for any relief
as I break another bone for sweet joy
Deriding my every moral belief
claimed power over me as a mere boy
You shame me so, my dark and evil twin
I defeat you, sink the world you live in
R. J. Lindley, 1973
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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The scream assaults my ears,
rips open my heart.
I catch Petunia, fat cat hunter,
and snatch the baby bunny
from her mouth.
Strong and determined,
she jumps free,
goes after her prey.
Repeatedly, I force
Petunia's jaws open
to release the terrified bunny.
On the third try, my grip holds.
Baby bunny flees
toward the distant tree line,
tiny legs pumping
like mechanical pistons.
Petunia sulks,
tail switching in anger.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
"He'll come back," hubby says, smiling,
"when he's grown,
and eat your flowers."
Defeating the Brutality
In a civilized world where people,
Even share the grief of their enemies
And write Poems and Songs
When they are in pains and
Are surrounded by sorrowful happenings.
The soldiers of Pakistan army
Have beheaded the Indian soldiers
In disguise and have eloped
In the darkness of cowardice.
What a bravery they have shown
Making a mockery of Geneva Convention
As, such human aspects
Have no meaning for such an army
Which believes in brutal killings only.
My nation is shocked and
The world is bewildered
To see this brutal act of cowardice
But those who have done this
Barbaric act
Are laughing in their dark chambers
As they believe in
Barbaric cruelty and
A denial of such acts
As not accepting a things
Is the best remedy
To befool the world.
Ravindra
10th Jan. 2013
http://www.timesnow.tv/INDIA/Martyred-jawans-honoured/videoshow/4418578.cms
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-20957136
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