Funny
All the hate I get
Posting these words
Expressing my truth
Avoiding self-censorship
Spelling out the harsh realities
Lost in translation, perhaps
Yet you all add to the bruise
I don't get it
probably never will
How acting like a human
Can fuel bitter feuds
So I gotta accept that
My word vomit only resonates
in this self-contained world
Living as the bitter muse
Contentions,
trespassing frontiers,
trading feuds,
naval wars:
a social rift devised by
Davy Jones locker.
In Germany's dusk, the fourteenth century fell
Disorder in the shadows, and village anger will swell
Where towns blossomed once, now chaos reigned
All rights tangled, privileges weren’t gained
Classes divided, old alliances torn
Princes and estates where conflict was born
Fields and workshops, commerce and trade
All swept up in strife that no one could evade
Country folk suffered, their fortunes declined
Feuds and famine ominously combined
Villages vanished only names remain
Echoes of lives lost to hunger and pain
Unrest and lawlessness, violence and fear
Only the strong could persevere
No ruler to unify, no guiding hand
Germany's turmoil swept across the land
So peaked the chaos the harbingers said
The way of order whimpered and fled
They would not do the same in The Western Land
They learned from how Germany had mistakenly band
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
Movie clips
of coloured cocktail sips—
voices of children in pool recoil.
The ancient family feuds in which to embroil.
My reality becomes an unwelcome foil.
A silk dress with a white lacy frill—-
my reflection now still
like ammil.
Some people say revenge is sweet,
but its true source is from beneath.
The cycle of violence it spawns,
new horrors breed as each day dawns.
When wrong is done, justice demands,
wrongdoers, for trial must stand.
After the facts are exposed,
a just sentence must be imposed.
An eye for an eye was first meant
Ongoing blood feuds to prevent.
“Don’t take revenge,” is what God says
“Vengeance is mine, I will repay.”
When you are wronged, don’t start a fight,
because two wrongs never make a right.
Vow to repay evil with good
Follow God’s way, live as you should.
One day soon, when sin its course has run
God will judge all for what they have done.
When all wrongs are brought into view,
each one will receive their just due.
after “Lead, Kindly Light” by Blessed John Henry Newman (1801-1890)
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Centuries saw god-fearing folks
There was faith, love and peace
Pride was less, contentment more
Generations lived with less feuds
Marriages made vows true
Harmony was fair, stable
Families guided behavior
Parenthood functional
Shared values, exchanged true smiles
Knowledge explosion paved new way
I am in nuclear age
Miserly thinking-living
Faith lost, love lost, brooding sly, wild
No more god-fearing folks
Ungratified, ungrateful
New blooms addicted, youth gone rogue
Unstable families
Point of no return, is gone
Fatal-born, structure volatile
Lord, lead me on, get me
Through vile, through lies, through deceit
No good am I, yet, I love to be pure
Pure in heart, pure in mind
Just pure enough, to hold you in my soul
I am no saint, I love to pray
Bring back kind holy peace
Bring back all lost, Bring back humans
Lead us all dear lord, do restore
the lost humanity
hallowed be the earth, Lead us
“Much Ado About Nothing”
Romeo’s love doesn’t fall through,
As Tybalt piques his fancy too.
And Juliet,
Not in love yet
Chills out on Tinder and Temu.
William, don’t mind the premise pick,
The rhymes have moved on so to speak;
Short and lightweight -
It’s shooting straight,
Not a sonnet, a limerick.
No tragic twists, no tricksy lies,
No fam’ly feuds to dramatize.
It might be viewed
Vulgar and lewd -
But no one kills and no one dies!
God, for the life of me, I know not why
we have not learned a way to live in peace.
As in the past, our wars still nullify
this yearning by not finding ways to cease.
The feuds between world leaders still increase
to procure power as their sacred role-
care not that deaths become our painful toll!
How many more decades will pass before
we find a way to end each selfish goal;
God, for the life of all, world peace, implore.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell,
No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell.
Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer?
Would I have to drown them out, with too much beer?
The smile and wave diversion has limited worth?
How long can my mirth defray my feeling good dearth?.
I flit like a butterfly, I sting like a bee.
But, my hands can't hit what my eyes can't see.
It's all so jovial, with all folks tongues tied.
Letting slip barbs tongue-in-cheek that lied.
Lips forced into clenched fist clamped smiles.
With forget-me-knots shrouded as wait-a-whiles.
The reindeers were laughing, stopping on the roof,
as I downed another draught of whiskey high-proof.
A hangover is a sure-fire cure to help me cope,
with the downhill slide to the slippery slope.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm awake,
fearing the family feud sparring earthquake.
My mind is churning over past disputes, give-and-take,
and how to avoid ruining the day with a silly mistake.
Brothers and sisters are born to fight
over who’s always wrong and who's never right
They drink this propensity in with their mother’s milk ~
for she and her husband bang heads every night
The picture on the parlor wall captures
A frozen memento of lives lived long ago.
With all its creatures, scenes and features,
Arrayed like animals, in a parade on show.
Dicky bird smiles enticed with cheese,
A mother’s grin, a father’s stern gaze,
Children rebellious, shuffling with unease,
Eyes fixed and staring, to stop the blink strays.
Within its frame, the past forever stays,
An image contrived to hide the blots and blights
Of fall-outs, feuds and fights of bygone days.
All briefly subdued in soft forgiving lights.
Oh, I wish the picture hung on parlor wall,
Captured in truth what was, with warts and all!
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
Oh, God we know our life is.
But a flower that blooms and goes.
In this, treasured time in your presence.
Keep one clear from feuds of tangled weeds.
That lives to choke out the light by dirty deeds.
Keep ones roots nourished from your truth.
To go back to the Love of a youth.
Growing towards the light that is glorious.
Flourishing, with living water to show your glory.
Fill ones blooms with pollen to spread.
For the bees and butterflies to fly across the land.
Be with them in holding on to these treasures.
Breathing ,forth new life to another flower seeking.
To give encouragement and comfort.
That ,there is another one out here praying for you.
Although, many have fallen over in disbelief.
Sprinkle this Love over to bring relief.
That ,when one's time on this earth is done.
It will be noticed this flowers direction of growth.
Although, ones appearance might be fading away.
Inwardly,this process of God's power
Is being renewed full of life day by day
Shall, the Lord mold one to become a flower
Which ,never fades in the City of the Heavenly Jerusalem.
Which has been made available in this moment.
My country has always been a tub of war.
We fought each other after shaking hands.
After the fight, we shook hands again and
Returned to the table of brotherhood.
The three colors of our flag represented one people.
The unity has always been an ideal, a work in progress
That often stalls but remains the little engine that could.
Sadly, something is fading in the colors of red, white, and blue.
The unified United States are now the divided states of red and blue.
The present family feuds have the flavor whose fragrance is destructive.
Were I not a born again Christian, I would not know what to do.
Whether there be sinister plots or ignorant notions at play, if we
Love our nation, this present season of uncertainties demands that
We continue to man our posts and keep our watch on the wall.
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