Unnerves, whose feeling current
With all voices mute.
More troublingly shook
And so deeper torn
Deprives, which surrounding fear
What does constitute
As God's offspring, Heaven's peace
Soul. Since birth forlorn.
When it is that freedom is taken from our lives
And is replaced by tyranny that so totally deprives
Our rights to freely speak or be a dissident
Or question the authority from which it has been sent
‘Tis then we must come forward and take a righteous stand
To quell the tyrants’ dictates: Remove the things they’ve planned
Our country’s sinking rapidly, of that there is no doubt
We must work until we put the tyrants out!
Indictments here; indictments there, that’s how it’s all begun
But there must be many more, before our job is done
And when we have completed this necessary task
We’ll hold our heads on high, and then it is we ask:
“Were we the ones who took a stand to right the freedoms’ wronged?”
And are we in the company of those who have belonged
To America, our country, and still Founding Fathers bless
With wisdom and wherewithal to make the answer: YES.
Hubristic jives…hollistic skives….the series of our lives?
BazBull dives & deprives and Stokesy only just survives
Worst ever Ashes was a kids bid just playing with knives
Connives but no revives must be banished to the archives
Sate our thirst or egos burst just boozy hives & golf drives
Fluffy snow powder deprives seeing the ether
Swaying red roses dyed into fluorescent white
Green trees standing still under the white umbrellas
Lashing blizzard outstretched all over the terrain
Huge lumps of cotton appear as fragments of clouds
Walking along the swirling silver painted road
Fail to identify my beloved old friend
Not because of the blurring of clouded lenses
It's not because of my weakened eyesight either
The flow of time turned her long dark hair into grey
Place : 3 rd
The first death takes the life
And deprives us a simple touch
And a familiar laugh
To fill the spaces around us.
The second death suffers time
To create a widening rift -
Leaving one weeks - months behind
As in abandonment.
The third death is our memory -
What elements - what remnants
Hover almost perceptibly
But the mind fails to focus.
The final death is the loss of things -
A favorite - a souvenir
Broken into haphazard pieces
By a careless hand - forever.
On Sept. 16, more than 150 people attended the city council meeting the downtown closure.
Ventura is one of only a handful of cities in the state with a car-free downtown.
Some downtown property owners oppose the closure and have sued the city to stop it. The lawsuit is in appeal.
The cars aren't coming back to Main Street in downtown Ventura.
The Ventura City Council voted on Sept. 16 to keep five blocks of Main Street and one block of California Street closed to vehicles, as they have been since 2020. The vote was greeted with applause and came after two hours of public testimony in which 74 city residents and business owners spoke in favor of the closure, and only three spoke against it. More than 150 people attended the meeting, nearly all of them in support of the street closure.
No economic vote deprives liberty or law
Law is not an absence of motion nor indifference.
A minority will be forced to conform in time.
You people are not a military
The military has parameters for city and street, road
Functions that the people will not alter
Hit them where it hurts
President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”. Yet deep inside Russia, Ukraine masterfully destroys over 40 warplanes that could carry nuclear weapons, using smuggled drones; simultaneously attacks multiple air fields. Russia loses an estimated $7,000,000,000 dollars in one day. This is the one for the history books
It’s what you call “the art of war”
Unseen, unheard, not done before
Hit in the balls, the chin and mug
Ukraine plants hurtful wartime slug
The “Trojan Horse” of modern times
Payback for vicious bloody crimes
Can’t puff your cheeks, the air’s gone
Deprives the evil of its brawn
No one can tell them what to do
Defeating goons is peace, that’s true
As heavy blow, as ever been
Support the noble fight, to win
Burned planes launched heaviest attacks
Could threaten world with N-word axe
And now they’re gone, ain’t that a shame?
We watch. Hey, “Slava to Ukraine”!
June 2, 2025
If God was human, would He murder, steal
like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave,
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
for middle-class America's drug rave?
Do nations like ours merit more than death?
(Are Jews entitled to kill Gaza's children
with U.S. help!?). So, ganders take last breaths,
if goslings perish amidst the few millions.
But Palestine and Jews shall both survive
unlike this Land of Bigotry, Greed, Fraud,
and Hate (of ours): for genocide deprives,
and slavery's transgression opposes God.
America's Satan's flock of false sheep,
in whose guise wolves will judgment one day reap!
If you’re older and somehow not dying,
Yet live with dementia or worse,
Prepare to be hit with some lying
Before your last ride in a hearse.
This strategy’s gaining approval
As nursing homes struggle to cope
With patients whose memory removal
Deprives them of reasons to hope.
So little white lies are suggested
Like, “Your husband will visit real soon”
Since the truth often can’t be digested
And no time will be quite opportune.
Or, “Let’s visit the nursery; maybe
You’ll help rock your child to sleep,”
Where a doll substitutes for the baby
Which remains where the memories keep.
If deception brings comfort, I wonder
Why, to me, it just doesn’t feel right
Reaching into one’s psyche to plunder
What the mind has kept tucked out of sight.
Shall I be the bearer of forgiveness
When inertia steals precious moments?
Pen and patience bleed dry on ink
As your absence deprives me
From feeding a muse' s hunger.
Verses silenced like frozen leaves
Till drafts now guide me
past excruciating hours;
Calming my doubts as I reflect
How abandoned your soul cries
For deep catharsis.
And so I listened, listened
To psalms of your discontent
Those late answers leaving me vacant--
Yet , into mirrors of twilight
I slowly begin to understand
The worth and weight
of all your own torment.
Sun setting can I see nor a moonrise,
Tall towers nor let me see smiling stars,
Nor with sunrise, how moon melts from my eyes,
The dazzling light my eyesight always mars.
Smoke and dust make things much dimmer than are,
Greens greying are, flowers so rare to see,
Birds save pigeons from towns are driven far,
How in commune with Nature can I be?
I’ve to trace steps and watch wither I walk,
No more can I marvel heavenly art,
For, stare and stalk the unpaved stones that flock
Whilst potholes pry and raise beats of my heart.
How can I in touch with Nature e’er be,
Oh, when my mind must always be in me.
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Sonnet |10.03.2017, revised October 2024| nature
Poet’s note: A man in touch with nature remains in touch with his inherent goodness. But what if city dwelling deprives him of Nature?
We're born with bodies- set up very well
to grow, survive for sure by what we're shown;
with instincts also ingrained so we dwell
to eat, and drink, then sleep as nature's own.
But then, as humans- free will too survives
to choose and implement what we will do.
The deepest urge for power oft deprives
the peace we long for which does not prove true.
If only free will could negate this urge-
forgoing power for world wars to cease;
reject control and capture since this scourge
won't feed the promise of true worldwide peace.
This search for power must come to a halt;
but such is the dilemma we're in now.
It pains me most since we are not at fault.
Just pray for answers- if, and when, and how-
our hopes for a great miracle one day
that all world leaders draft a common page.
Fulfill this wish for us who duly pray-
humanity may live a peaceful stage.
Boredom deprives minds of power
Brains without purpose may sour
So shower a head
With endorphins instead
Via game apps played every hour
He remembers it before it arrives,
To collect a far one hundred miles drives,
To keep stalling payment his life deprives,
Better he ended up in beehives…
The end of every month full of meaning,
It’s a female worker’s time for preening:
In a sense, a life of subordination;
No envying other’s ordination,
Especially after allowances;
Just watch out for Michael Jackson’s dances!
In bed strong muscles completely inert,
Until their owner receives credit alert;
Boss wins the heart of a worker through wage:
The ones who split it their workers’ strength cage…
A promise of the life of “hand to mouth”
It has been the same story North and South.
You don’t wait, when an old mouth had gone out;
You’re asking for The Tormented’s sure shout
The Truth: worker’s wage plus his boss chance tips:
That way boss sure praises on his lips…
Every moment, everyday
Comes a chance to paint your way
Be not caught in mad emotion
For, calmness is your salvation
Unjust hate is an obsession
It veils the eyes of prudent reason
It makes the heart a sightless slave
Until it sinks into the grave
Before you hate, know first your reason
For, ignorance is like a treason
The one you hate is even clueless
So, hating blind is just a madness
Fear likewise is an illusion
Just like a latent misconception
Don’t let your fear curtail your movements
Find your courage to paint your moments
Make sure that you first understood
Before your fear settles for good
For, too much fear is a weakness
That halts your chance for great success
The blinding haze of ignorance
Deprives the soul of its greatest chance
Don’t waste your time in deathly passion
When you can love for greatest reason
April 30, 2023
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