Sixty-eight years shaped our home sweet home;
possessions, collections- a vast syndrome.
Epiphany shocked us- time to divest
those treasures asleep inside our old nest.
those years were busy
the gathering is fulfilled~
time for scattering
God Himself wiped out some Jews.' Moses
Called it.' Before and God carried it through.'
Not all who call Him Lord, will be blessed.)
Each minute from the earth, He does many divest.' Its in Numbers sixteen if you care to
Read? Verses thirty one through to thirty three, educate your self.. Let your Conciousness have a feed.'
Sometimes love makes no wink a prompter
That steers nothing in proverb
Just as accusation bets to cluster
To course lie a divest herb
Sometimes love fears the acclaimed politician
In whom assurance is reach an Everest
Forfeiting the maimed academician
Which arouses hope but to shatter it
Sometimes love is cruel
To affirm its case off benefits
Bursted out of the duel
Wary of trust on high twists
Sometimes lust is loss
That looses heart's crown
For servant chances toast's roses
Rolling to set sighs off laughter fun
Sometimes love consumes
It costs aging kindness be thrust
To foster blindly for homes
And key the heart's distrust
Sometimes love fume to entomb
That gladden craze; fists doom pleasant
The untold fair treatment costume
Never ceased to coil craze just
Before that comes to being
One must have neglected many a warning
That signals letting go as bravery
Which would have been savory
Watch the doubler tongue
Foaming adaptively to stung
At the center of London 2025 farmers and
Supporters came, this upon tractors the farmers did..Which is of their typology
I do not kid.' Intrinsic to their role in any land that i know, farmers drive tractors into
Town, unless you were real thick.? Its just
Sort of 'how they roll' persecution for so doing, is so plain to view
Like a rusty barn roof, don't know about you ?
nly un-just.' Which in
Itself is un-lawful..To do so is a must, and real true.' So much misscarrige of justice happened today.' Aided and abetted, plain
As the day.' As large as the konk of sadiq
khan.' If it were any longer he could park it s barn..' Say!! Maybe thats his plan, to divest some good men of goods and chattels.' So his nose could be covered instead of some country hens.' Anyway its
All a mockery.' Time to call time soon..Or the madness of woke ideaology will send good farmers to the moon.' An a penal servitude.' And no matter at all the cost.'
As they have stolen so much money.' Its only the responsible who will bear the loss.'
I am becoming.
I am shedding skin to
Divest.
I am developing.
I am no longer preparing
For something.
I am depending on myself
To know when it's time
To cut the string
And let the end
Become not an elusive thing
But a certain future.
And with the peace
It brings
I will become
Fearless.
I told the setting sun to wait,
don’t sink yet with the day sedate,
the sky hadn’t splashed all hues ornate
for the curled cloud clumps to collate.
For the crimson sun floating slow,
flowers were yet to make scent flow.
As sun’s last rays staged sparkling show,
like the flaring beacon they’d glow.
Day’s shine sunset streams would divest,
birds from blue hadn’t returned to rest
after soaring flight to their nest,
before the dim dusk fell depressed.
I’d be home walking on path bright,
before the day turned into night.
Cities have weekends, us unable to function,
Once vibrant and lively, now yearning to function,
The hustle and bustle, now fades to a hush,
As urban dwellers seek solace and a safe place to rest.
Streets that once roared with life, now whisper low,
Echoes of laughter and footsteps, now come and go,
Weary souls seek respite, a temporary release,
From the chaos and demands that never here cease.
Skyscrapers stand tall, reaching for the sky,
While their inhabitants pause, heave a weary sigh,
Weekend warriors retreat, seeking solace and rest,
In parks and cafes, their worries divest.
The rhythm of the city slows down its pace,
As the clock hand moves backward with such gentle grace,
We reclaim our time, reconnect with our core,
In a world of instant gratification, we yearn for not less, wanting more.
Weekends revive our spirits, our senses alive,
As we seek refuge, to rejuvenate and thrive,
Cities may have changed us, but we adapt and grow,
Finding balance amidst the chaos, a weekend's tableau.
In anti-social economics
for escalating violence
and waging war,
what matters most
is who
and/or what
you actively distrust
divest enough to sustain revenge
and imprisoning
dissonant
dissociative dispassion.
In politics,
as diplomacy
and peace-building
and making love,
what matters most
is who
and/or what
you invest in trust
enough to create
and recreate compassion.
In healthy
and safe ecopolitics,
what matters most
is who
and/or what
you co-invest with trust
and do not secretly distrust
enough to recreate
therapeutic compassion
letting go of hate
before it's too late
for traumatic unknowns
to become outgrown
historic dispassions
disappointments
disarray,
health and safety
distancing dismay
Freely set aside
when it is,
as now,
past time
and sacred space
to come out
for more
and evermore
compassion's healthiest play.
Nice sum
ho-hum
Figures
triggers
transfer
defer
Strict loan
bemoan
Invest
divest
credit
debit
Tax break
intake
Pay in
smart pin
Pay out
for nowt
Encash
that’s flash
Mortgage
bondage
Wage freeze
on knees
Account
discount
Trader
with flair
Bonus
focus
Crossed cheque
ink fleck
Price hike
dislike
Bank app
just tap
Bankrupt
disrupt
Assets
facets
Bullish
flourish
Bearish
finish
Blue chip
shrewd tip
Savings
cravings
Broker
joker
Launder
flounder
Money
sunny
Offshore
of lore
wealthy
healthy
Lodgement
judgement
Finance
by chance
Stocks crash
mad dash
Target
market
Angel
gainful
hubs thrive
survive
Why did you think then
and
Why do you feel now
You are OK to park here?
drive here?
breathe in here?
stop breathing out here?
love here?
live here?
eat here?
defecate here?
urinate here?
peak here?
fall apart here?
exercise here?
sleep here?
practice here?
reflect here?
act here?
heal here?
destroy here?
appeal here?
repeal here?
unravel here?
reweave here?
fornicate here?
make love here?
Play here as now?
Work here, and now?
Demand here, more now?
Invite here as now?
Initiate here, and now?
Conclude here is also now?
Breed here as now?
Feed here, and now?
Devour here, more now?
Regurgitate here feels now?
Learn here, as now?
Teach here and now?
Meditate here now?
Preach here is now?
Prophecy here will become back there?
Exhort here as now?
Impress here for now?
Repress here against now?
Suppress here was also now?
Oppress here loves now?
Invest here and now?
Divest here as not now?
As compared to there?
As part of liberally rooted
thinking Now
conserving felt back Then.
Convicted healthy Presence
without condemning
unwealthy Other.
STREAKS OF FIRE
only dust
remains
no life on display
an infernal hell
farewell hope
blackened
within
a tarnished cause
compromised
beneath its glow
this rendezvous
perseveres
a sympathy
to carry forth
undeterred
intent to divest
& manifest
but yet
survive
as a famished shroud
of vehement dissent
to the wrath
that once
was worn
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Cold & Windy
David J Walker
They said it on the radio
this morning
at 7:30
A cold dry wind
coming in from
the North-Northwest
If I were to invest
Myself in Winter/Stock
Inhumane the Solstice/Clock
Drops 5 seconds every hour
Shortening the time it takes
To freeze the lakes
In the middle of the city
If I were to divest
Myself of Winter Winds
I would follow my
snowbird friends
to Florida
the land of white sands
and warm waters
Why does every wind Howl
Like Winter in December
With nothing to say
except it’s name
Over and over
I miss the defining blizzards
Of December
Going honestly about its
Death threats
The wind it sends to the
Prairies are
Meant as harassments only
Even the Winter knows
How lonely
The sounds of nothing
Rushing by
The lost horizons and
Deep blue sky
Turning gray
It will be cold today
They say
On the radio
Cold and windy
Farewell summer
you tested my patience
With your relentless heat
I welcome October
with open arms
Wishing the month
be kindly
Torpid heat gone
Now unsullied air makes
each breath a pure delight
Autumnal change
is all around
Colours of Fall captivate
Even as trees
divest themselves
of leaves
We walk tall
in knowledge
October is forerunner
of winter purity
As the year rotates
with God-given change
October
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29/09/2021
subtitled: The Bolder Boys (rivals of The Golden Girls)
written for a word bank contest - twenty really weird ones
Two graying seniors with appalling chimera
bantering back and forth - mental meandering.
Be it mirage or dreams from another era -
they diminish the other's philandering.
Fanfaronade - from high school boys I would expect
now it re-appears in quite perceptible measures
from our retired magistrate whom I quite suspect
of erroneous accounts of addled pleasures.
While his cohort, an erratic ex-engineer
relates with brazen gibberish his tete a tetes.
At one time more clear and swift of eye and ear,
on blogs they ordain to publish communiqués.
I have found no diffidence which they jeopardize
making harmless though delectable advances,
Noted but honest attempts to digitize
their forte, their skill in dubious romances.
I offered an honorarium of great size
for the first one who would divest his florid page
of any contentious items - to sanitize. .
Gaga girlfriends grin and gush. They're cute at this age.
September 18, 2021
Be gentle when you touch my heart
I thought it immune to cupids dart
To live with love I feel so blessed
Negative feelings time to divest.
When youthful follies are in the past
Love's true meaning does encompass
The past, the present what is to be
I'm an open book it's me you see.
No longer fearful of love sublime
Now I am yours~ you are mine
Together in the autumn of life
Living in love there is no strife.
Serenity follows day after day
With wisdom, we've shed our feet of clay
Turmoil has morphed now clear insight
Friends in love who embrace twilight.
Touch my Heart
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