On the train, there’s room to spare
And lovely air-conditioned air.
I have 2 seats – no need to share;
It’s pleasant, no disputing.
The windows give a city view
Of buildings on Park Avenue
And sometimes a construction crew,
Their hoes and diggers rooting.
At every station, people board,
Their day beginning, heading toward
A job or visit, their reward
For miles of such commuting.
For me, this type of travel’s rare,
A different way of getting there.
No traffic causing me despair,
Anxiety diluting.
The novelty’s what makes it cool
But daily train rides, as a rule,
Would not be fun, as any fool
Would never be refuting.
After swimming ashore
exhausted and on their last legs
when searching the beach
for somwhere secure to lay their eggs
two turtles who didn't see eye to eye
had a kerfuffle got in each other's face
and after a scuffle continued contesting
disputing the perfect nesting place
for altho' by the light of the moon
both were soon to be a mother
apparently they appeared to be
at loggerheads with one another
The Albatross grants us its vue
The lamp is bright
to mature your soul
The nonsense makes me numb
The Mermaids of the Canals cry
their demise
They play their best web, swim
Make your plans
tell everyone you've got to lose
to unspun the gilded gauge
amongst a riverway of lies
The Albatross between
the stretch of canals
The Mariner tales his tales
Trains making with their inroads
disputing the canals
The Mermaids also constant
as the tides
lose their right
and death falls the land
the Trains took your kingdom
To torch the earth
and see a rivers reed dissolve
starmer phoned trudeau..lulas in the know' Trump
Sits on the throne.' some sad king might never? Own'
Putins not much imputing.' Look this is poker time.. I am
Not disputing.' Zelensky says things are not great.? I
Say 'but rhere's the 'chance of sabotage.?' There are pipe
Dreams..And he did say salvage mates.' Who knows who
Will what.? Specially if starmer brings in any sausage talk?
Yet may reality win.' People are dying..Amid crocodile tears
5 billon will by more bodies.?? Er I mean time.?? And whats
To fear?? As always put not trust in man.' Its mostly disaster..' and even more planned.' Can the strutting be stopped? Can a deal be made? When can 'ordinary people
Be allowed' some normality? Today.? When fat bankers can
Go to heaven i suppose.? Yet in hell they're so invested.'
Maybe its just how things go?
idi amin; hitlers sins..stalin pharoah ceaser many geezers
Primed with power, poor agendas always a lender' tied together masses heavy levered; watching' the gates and schwab scoros schwartzenegger.colin powel mengle mussolini and xi. I'm out on on putin..yet no disputing..'No
War is peaceful.' Many descriptions sow deceitful.' Poor
White people..Poor black people..Take the burdens observe
Not the curtain' (or woven web) world net..Spider set?
Marvel do you? Yet maybe not? That information speeds.'plans in feeds? For Nations mediums false-prophet-less.) Souless! Attack the wholeness..Human need
Not bettered by greed' I also address one point.' I confess
That might be right? Of all above brokers above ( most are
White) priviledged white people? Some Swiss are ' or other?
And if that changes? Will there still be grift.? I call for
Jesus..Who alone can lead us ' suffered while in power.)
So fine His mission.' Deep decision..Religion is broken.' By
His body By His pain. He who walked the earth..Who smashed the reins.' Now hell is open..Look and see.' Turn
Away don't take part..Let His Love set you free.!
The hole is deeper than one can imagine yet
& still they want to dig
Put down the shovel & avoid the trouble for the
whole of the game is surely rigged
An enemy seen through wise eyes can never be
viewed as a friend
Their disguise has been uncovered as you've
discovered the source of hidden sins
This is a warning for those that come against with
ridiculous reasons for wicked acts
The All is seeing what's behind the scenes so there's
no disputing solid facts
An act of malice will be rewarded in kind by an
unforgiving higher source
In that moment hopefully they see it's a direct result of
their show of force
This course of action must be averted in order to
avoid the darkened path
Maybe they'll see the light at the end of the road as
they recover from the aftermath
The math isn't mathing & it's adding up to more karma
to be paid by indebted souls
I wonder when they'll see the juice isn't worth the
squeeze & the latter is served bitter cold
Not every judge uses a gavel & some are cloaked in
unassuming robes
Please pray for the souls that lack the sense & don't
know they're digger a deeper hole
Enduringly left the spiritual task
Of praying for what Catholics ask:
A fresh day in her wondrous breakthroughs bask,
An open-it-and-one-finds-rich food flask,
For lovers of the fabric: Good Damask,
The wisdom for proofs statue is no mask.
None prays that she outrage owners of cask:
Saints who smoke and you can’t its question ask…
It’s been a back-dated virginity:
If one tastes sex, flees one’s virginity;
There’s no answering-it opportunity;
The pregnant now faces maternity:
A sacristy that gets more decorative,
This no big deal to judge pejorative…
At one point wanted some word with her son,
While he had devotees in the sun;
And it was time Christ crushed Monopoly:
The more hateful than Oligopoly…
No disputing this: some film editing
But a camera for Mary fitting.
Times have changed at such a fast rate
With technology I don’t understand
I feel like an alien in my own world
Im so completely out of date!
Oh, for the simple days of little frustration
When the t.v had four channels and it was free
You had to physically turn the t.v knob
Disputing who’s turn it was to get up and change the station
When the family phone was attached to a wall
For the whole family to use
It was big ,clunky with a rotary dial
And all it could do was call
When a camera was used to take photos
That had a film roll inside
To take to the chemist to get developed
In either “matt or gloss” to pick up in a week or so
When correspondence was hand written or typed
Enclosed in an envelope with stamp then mailed
Music was played on a record player or radio
Dishes were hand washed and wiped
Now it’s all computerised
With passwords and codes
Beeping, flashing and telling you NO
Kept in clouds in the sky!!
I know technology and progress are a need
And one has to move with the times
There are so many positives and benefits
But I miss those uncomplicated , simple days indeed!
Information for seeking, using, and critical thinking
I ask. Are you ascending or are you slowly sinking?
This question I sincerely ask of you, too
Are you protected, or is your subscription fee due?
McAfee, Norton, or Kaspersky
to shield your computer
You're eager to protect
worldly information and even pass
it via a router
But what about that magnificent primordial mind?
Yes, that beautiful gift from the divine
Why have you neglected it?
When like the computer, you should
be protecting it
Boot Sector, Web Scripting,
and Browser just floating around
There is one goal in mind and that's to
infiltrate and pull down
Hack, hack
Hack, hack
Crash, crash
Then there's no more computing
You didn't secure antivirus protection,
So what are you disputing?
Two
Yes, two!
Passive or Active
Free or captive
Malware up to no good
Active is on but are you checking
as you should
'Cause both should work as a team
Covering and protecting every virtual stream
Active and Passive should both be at play
Yes! A collective defense against destructive
things that are out for prey
Thinking of war, engaged in Ukraine; now so sore
Remembering ww 2, Hitlers outfit brand Shiny new'
Well he had preped, the world then his target.'
So would not putin? of his attack no disputing
Have for world capture, not done exactly the same?
Mysterious rumbling noises, I hear them
Wherever I am, I cannot escape the sound
Somewhat like zombies singing an old hymn
Or a loaded barge about to run aground.
Occasionally they will go away for a season
Then, just as suddenly, they will reappear
There seems to be neither rhyme nor reason
A friend suggested I’ve had too much beer
I laugh and refrain from disputing them, but
That can’t be the reason, since I don’t imbibe,
It appears these noises emanate from my gut
At least, as best I can, that’s how I’d describe.
A doctor will put a lantern down my throat
And, technically, take a good look around
So I suppose I’ll have to wait for his vote
As to the origins of this mysterious sound.
Written June 17, 2022
Let's all blow a raspberry at Ras Putin,
He was a cad, no disputing.
This man was mean and obscene,
He was the lover of the Russian Queen
Then assassinated by a triple shooting.
Once was a time when you could believe
Things happened like you heard on the news
Now, you cannot be too sure about that
For you are hearing a commentator’s views.
Reporting events has become so politicized
Everything is slanted to the left or the right
What comes across with sarcasm or a frown
Is calculated to instigate an on-going fight.
One network is still promoting Trump’s lies
While another spends all its time refuting
What listeners are already aware is untrue
Hearing rubbish, what’s the point of disputing.
Switching off the network news, I return to print
Where I can check sources and writers up front
I can read an article from several different angles
And make up my own mind, to be perfectly blunt!
written August 10, 2021
The zephyr breeze disturbs the leaves
through pristine forest trees,
and water gurgles over rocks,
while coursing to the seas,
disputing shrieks beyond all sight,
as if there is a riot,
yet with the gloom I left behind,
this does become my quiet.
Thunder bolts though distant now,
are carried on the cloud,
a rustle made in dying grass,
can be a nervous loud.
Sombre tones of crackling fire,
may well fill the night -
where natural balance poises,
this quiet I will not fight.
Are we really disputing beliefs of the past
Evolution makes us think we have surpassed
Basic skills back then
We surely do transcend
But their abilities were amazing and really vast
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