See the walls,
entering is forbidden,
power must be kept
at all cost
nothing is forgiven.
Walls rise to the heavens,
but these heavens
below our own feet,
fire is there
stifling contentment.
These barriers
of bravado built,
bluster its foundation,
hot air maybe good for foliage,
but foolish for sound construction
The sun will continue to rise every day
true heaven always above,
and these devil doers as always,
will all be on their way.
The day before the storm
Protests fall on deaf ears
The master's voice rings
The rest is mere noise
Cars run helter skelter
Ready to park tomoro
Water cannons to stun
Neath the gas, tears
End game, bigger than us
Masks evil planners
Mere cogs in a wheel
Turned by hidden hands
Watchers and doers
Prepare for peace
Haters fund goons
To disrupt disonnance
Here we go again
Battling each other
From afar, elites watch
On TV and internet
Scramble for wealth
You will not last
The hands of time
Change your form
Famous kids killers!
Biggest genocide doers!
Great lying makers!
A golden ray of Sun filtering through,
a bright star behind the eclipsed moon,
a child's laughter in a rage of voices,
a sweet dream in a world of nightmares.
rivers gushing through parched cracked earth,
rain dancing over buds of fresh green leaves,
sadness in my heart, sweetness of your look,
that smile despite the tears in our eyes.
trying times for the world at large,
demonic display of extreme cruelty,
lies camouflaged, wrapped in religious bigotry,
priest that preach hatred rather than love.
but stay. think of this unflagging truth.
there is always more goodness than there is evil,
there is more compassion than savagery,
there is more love and faith, than villainy.
for centuries now good has always prevailed,
the evil doers have perished in their own quagmire,
Stay. the Sun is coming through the darkness,
let’s smile and wipe each others tears, and of others.
America First has a long history
Over 250 years now
Of resisting the tyranny of kings.
Needless to say, Trump is the obvious face
Of America First,
And yet here he is being called a king.
The irony is those now opposed to MAGA
Would have been opposed to America’s independence
And so called “loyalists” back then.
Loyal to what we might ask?
To the top down power of the monarchy
To the mercantilist crony capitalism of the day
To a status quo that didn’t want anything to change.
Kings like this kind of stability after all,
Not being elected to serve a limited term
They worry about the only way they can be replaced
And that is through death.
But real kings these days are figure heads,
Not doers or even tyrants
But remnants of past glories
Held up to inspire and unite a culture.
Maybe the protests today aren’t really for no kings
As much as not their king.
If they were really honest they’d have just
Had a posthumous crowning ceremony
For their immortal King
Karl of Marx.
(10/18/25)
My love has shadows, they are dark like a moon, they turn day by day, leaving their mark.
My love has never shown me the dark side, but I feel it from afar.
Like a calendar every moment in time has stories it tells.
Stories of love and hate, the thin veil between time and fate.
Like the moon wants the day and the sun burns the dark away, my love has the struggles with the shadows each day.
My love is so sweet, like the berries on the vine, they fill me with sweet divine.
My love also has a shadow, that is like the lion, and will roar, when needed.
My love is strong and works for good, not giving into the evil doers.
Life has shadows, we all can see and feel, so pray and love each day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Nowdays society is in total chaos, don't keep asking yourself
" If Anything ever changes ": who dares to fight has no fear;
making the same mistake is silly, try to improve yourself,
choose positivity to free doubt from desolation and despair.
Don't sit in that corner for too long and wish for happiness,
we create our own misery and break down quite easily;
we have to walk in someone else's shoes to feel distress,
how a dire condition affects everything we say irrationally.
The beggar in raggy clothes will continue to tremble
drinking his way to death, will anyone feel sympathy?
if anything ever changes for him, it's some divine miracle:
he made his choice, now he reaps the harvest of misery.
If we judge who has lost all, we should be judged,
bitterness for a wrong can be emotional, if not fatal,
brace yourself for serenity, practice love, not hatred:
humble people have more faith, are the rich spiritual?
Why envy others for their success and not rise
to the challenge they have taken: admire them;
sacrifices take much pain, the reward is immense:
doers achieve a lot, their future never looks grim.
If I am disturbed
by anger
cannot enjoy
sound sleep,
tortured by the wrongs
done to me
I should pardon those
who have done
wrongs to me.
Although it is a hard task
I must overcome it
and, forgive those wrong doers.
Then, my heart
will become light,
I will have a sound sleep
and my heart
will become healthy.
The watchers sit around watching the doers do!
Who does that apply to, could it be you?
Are you a watcher or a doer, which one applies?
Be honest with yourself, without the lies.
Doers do what the watchers cannot
But without watchers the doers might not.
Is it that the doers need watchers, might that be the fact?
That the watchers and doers need to interact?
Maybe the watchers get the bad press,
Maybe the doers are there to impress,
But surely the doers are the ones that do
And the watchers don’t, that has to be true.
I’m not sure I’m a doer, maybe I am
Hopefully I’m not a watcher but if I am, damn!
A doer is surely where it’s at, don’t you think?
But if I’m a watcher, my armour has a chink!
Be a doer and not a watcher because without a doubt
Being a doer gives you far greater clout
But if your a watcher, you must contemplate
Becoming a doer before it’s too late!!
N. B. This poem was inspired by a line delivered by Jane Fonda, in the film ‘barefoot in the park’, when she referred to her husband, played by Robert Redford , as a watcher - ‘there are watchers in this world and there are doers and the watchers sit around watching the doers do!’
play all day
every day
it is the way
of the dreamers, the doers, the lovers, the schemers
do your dream job
even if you are not paid
even if you do it for no other reason than for your soul
because when you play, you inspire joy and reach your goal
when you face each day with cheer
people come in, they come quite near
they want to find out how you stay so happy
the secret is easy said my grandpa Pappy
Just play all day
every day
find something to love about being you
pretty soon everyone will be following you.
To get where you want or what you want
You have to start from where you are
With what you have at hand at that moment
doing what you've never done consistently
To get what or where you've never before
Giving what the masses want and love.
Success do not comes by playing mediocre
Very timid no venture no success no fun
Failures ain't stop signs but stepping stone
After hitting rock bottom keep trying
Success decorates the doers not the don't er
There's always a way when you make one
Skills are tools for navigating through
Acquire as much as you can while thriving
Striving until you've attained your desires
Creating multiple streams of income is great
Multi tasking according to schedules unfailingly
With a persisting relentless attitude.
Your behavior and attitude towards your goal
Will determine the outcome of your establishment
Connections and growth depends on your ability
Greatness comes from going the extra miles
Winners are not surrender's, steady revival's
Active and always improving in skills and worth.
Quote: Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become, and people will start seeing you as that person.
Mark M Ford
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Those who embrace, avid ambitions of heart,
To them shall the reigns of future belong;
From charted path of passion, they never part
For earnest is the promise treasured for long.
O, how they strive, aiming for heavenly skies,
Flexing audaciously to conquer higher highs,
Fixated on life’s goals with purposeful eyes,
Focused mindfully, primed to win the prize.
On might of confidence when achievers roar,
On strength of willpower their dreams soar
Employing fortitude resolutely brought to fore,
Sailing to shores, dreamt in travails of yore.
Glumness they defy of shroud and sorrow,
Planting seeds of hope in despair of woes,
Aspiring bright horizons on dawns of morrow
Overcoming hapless shadows cast in throes.
O, the doers and believers instinctively know,
Hurdled with failures is the road to success,
As they drive dreary nights to mornings aglow,
Fueled by aspirations, dreams revered possess.
The evil doers (do they have any religion?) thought
The sun, when it doesn't shine as per their will, should be set.
Though millions of distorted versions of the truth were brought
What did they, ultimately, as a gift for their sins, get?
Resurrection, nay, resuscitation, was long-destined.
How could death, nothing more than the steward of life, enslave
Could the course of the core and crust of Candour be questioned?
Didn't he come to save each one from the brink of the grave?
As rebirth, chicks out of eggs dance. Bunnies bounce. Spring arrives
The goddess Eostre, like a glowworm, is flying around.
White lilies lure the landscapes. Little children catch fireflies.
Mystery and history mingle as angels's surround
Hungry graves craved as the godhead ended its existence.
Isn't Easter all on the radiance of omniscience?
You point the accusing finger,
For infractions of the rules.
Common sense and understanding,
Oft must bow to a book of rules.
You sit in judgement of the wrong,
Hating evil doers,
Refusing explanations,
As clemencies grow fewer.
When you sit in judgement,
You accept a dreadful task;
For you drink judgement on yourself,
When you drink from that flask.
God will judge the mind and heart,
When're He judges sin.
Man will judge the act alone.
He cannot see within.
So think before you judge someone,
For oft you can't say sorry.
Be certain of the circumstance,
When you are judge and jury.
It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
the calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
there is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
when it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
on the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
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