Now is the only time things can be experienced, changed, or grasped.
It is your entire and only Power.
What is stealing this power from you?
Can you see the enemy?
What drags your attention to the future with fear, or to the past with regrets?
What is keeping it there?
What is holding your focus in those places?
What could it possibly gain from that?
What tricks does it use to rob you?
What does it offer, or promise you in return?
Is it a fair deal?
Is it real?
Can it be grasped?
Or does it dissolve into regret when another day of potential, power to experience, change, grasp, or help out in the world has been tricked or stolen from you? (yet again)
Can you see the enemy?
What is keeping you Powerless?
If you Fight for _ down Here, then _ will Fight for You up there.
Time was a man was known for what he did
Or didn’t do
Did you stand for the flag
Did you fight for the Red, White, and Blue?
Did you keep it real?
Say what you feel?
Work with your hands
And the iron and steel?
Stand on your word?
Make a fair deal?
And bow your head
And take time to kneel?
Do you keep it real?
Are those days all in the past?
Have we lost our direction, and common sense?
Surrendered our honor, our liberty
To straddle the fence?
Can’t keep it real
Or say what you feel
We’re working remote
With AI not steel
Promise in pencil
Look for the steal
Look down our nose
Force others to kneel
And then call it
Keeping it real
Greet Artificial Intelligence
to increase your excellence.
That doesn’t mean to be blind to pursue.
Being rational, always argue.
On your Common Sense have confidence.
Take advantage of AI, when seems perfect.
Enjoy AI in full taking assistance.
Of course Don’t destroy own intellect..
Accept AI to sharpen own skill.
Before using AI, make a fair deal.
Not to be overpowered by AI.
For benefits, AI to apply.
AI is created by human wisdom
amd has been scattered in broad spectrum.
Always under human instruction
Artificial intelligence to function.
And I’d end Ukraine war in a jiffy,
It’s just that my idea’s somewhat iffy.
The natural resources
Are not for battle courses,
‘If you feel not so ill
Of it, let’s have a deal:
You give me your rare-earth
To you of little worth,
And I’ll, every weapon
You so depend upon,
It’s fair deal, there’s nothing what so sniffy.
______________________
Happenings |18.02.2025| USA, Political, humour
I’d be honoured, given my life, so grand -
My Obituary, drawn by my hand.
Who strutted in my shoes around the earth?
Precisely, I know best what my life’s worth!
First of all, by natural selection,
Life and I shared mutual affection.
Life loved me right til death and long before,
But I insist I madly loved her more.
Through strife and struggle we struck a fair deal -
She gives me grief but grants me time to heal.
She kindly pinky promised from the start -
My wealth flows from the bottom of my heart.
She swore to me that despite all tears shed
I’d laugh more than cry by the time I’m dead.
She urged to seize the day and have a ball,
She enticed me to take less and give all.
Less is more by far, she expressed out loud -
“No carryon to afterlife allowed”!
In sync we cried and laughed, but we had fun,
And morphed organically into one.
My earthly worth is my life’s full credit,
Obituary, no need to edit.
I’m glad this final tribute note above
written and signed, “To my Life! With love!”
To pay back the hatred
To return the cruelty
To give a judgement
It seems a fair deal
But a wrong interpretation of the law
Judgement is only in front of the court
But now it's only
A repetition of cruelty
A repetition of guilt
A betrayal of the truth
Cookery is slavery if you don’t partake of the meal
It becomes foolery if you keep settling the bill
It is misery if you repeat the drill
Familiarity leads to rats chilling in the grill
Employment is exploitation if you can’t get a fair deal
It becomes poverty if you keep taking the pill
It is deprivation with tax deductions on your will
Gullibility that leads the thieves to steal
leper i am
oozing is filth
come, Great I AM
rid of this spilth
i, the leper
lack sensation
and such shatter
cause these lesions
leper i am
so far from God
irked-- eye problem
joy-- i forgot
leprosy rules
hurting all friends
carelessly drools
nothing it mends
leper i am
all seems hopeless
step in, I AM
this heart's loveless
leper i am
please do linger...
... touch, Great I AM;
heal each finger
leper i am,
monster-- all hail!
long race i ran
from self, oh fail
o Great I AM
take over now
hurt many Man
enough pain now
leper i am
no more to be
bid Lord, "do scram"
infections flee
leper i am
hideous; stinks
i touch Your hem
healing in Wings
leper was i
but help me still
each day, oh my
has its fair deal
God; constant help
You did befriend
my rotten self
Thank You. Amen.
Villanelle: Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
No prejudice justifies the call to arms
Exceptions crop up only for common weal
Know the next man's the best chance for a fair deal
The exception always battens down your qualms
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Not to generalize makes neither big deal
The other man's prejudice will quash your balms
Exceptions crop up only for common weal
Many or all nurse their hatreds and conceal
Their dreams of pure race culture under sweet psalms
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Genes that mutate miscegenate still reveal
Our Father who art in Africa's realms
Exceptions crop up for the common weal
The only prejudice worth a mighty peal
Who the damn stuffed genius brains in human forms
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Exceptions crop up only for common weal
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
If I compare your charm with moon’s ray?
Stars will wage war by saying they are more temperate;
Snakes may take me to the task,
I may have to run hiding whole day.
Flowers may boycott their fragrance to me,
Garden will be a piece of art work on paper.
I may struggle to find my way, with so much resistance
Fear if my own soul if leave for better imaginations.
To stuck a fair deal with love and beauty
I may need to compromise with other duties.
Before the wrath of time falls heavy on me
I need to decide a better way for this fantasy.
Nothing waits too long in this temporary world
Wasting time may jeopardize my other options
I rest this matter by leaving it alone
You are truly beautiful with no comparison.
When someone can
love me as I do,
And I win my lady
When I woo,
When I trade
And get a fair deal,
When I pray
And overcome an ordeal;
Nothing else matters more!
( I have written the poem in three different forms: Quintain, Quintella and Quinzaine forms
respectively)
Getting married at Christmas
Never heard! No, I wouldn't want to marry on Christmas day.
Not Christmas Day but a few days before would be lovely!
That would mean messing Christmas up for everyone, okay!
Apart from it making it difficult for friends and family
It would be mean and rude to share two special days selfishly.
To get the best of both the worlds with Christmassy feel
I would rather prefer to get married on the 20th December
So the reception bills and the hotel bills would be cheaper
Even a Non-Christian faith person would think in real
To keep the Christians friends away, won’t be a fair deal.
I hope one would appreciate
My humble sentiments
Wouldn’t you too?
+++++
13-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth Place win
Contest: Getting married at Christmas by Shadow Hamilton
They say friends should be few but good.
I say friendship is better than brotherhood.
We used to see them too often at school.
They used to make us happy and cool.
We used to play together a lot of times,
And we would sing our childish rhymes.
We would also stand together or fall.
They were the first people to recall.
We grew up to be men or women,
But inside, these memories are hidden.
Every time we need someone to talk to,
We find them there for us and give help, too.
They say a friend to all is false to all,
I agree and stick to this golden rule.
We can be friends to one, two or three,
But more than this we can't be free.
Yet we can be friendly to everyone,
But not friends with everyone.
Friendly is to give people a fair deal,
But friends means to love and feel.
To give and take as much as you can,
To put them before us if we can.
True friends are a real treasure,
Whose value goes beyond measure.
But remember to decrease their number,
Or else they put you in real danger.
they have me
in this room
with the floor on the ceiling
and my face on the wall
those grey men with the funny eyes say
"mister thomas you will cave;
don't fight yourself"
they have me
i have this room
what's this "fair" deal
this pay-off
r.thomas '10
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