Allow them respect, those who battle on.' In tents and cars
Australia you are being guided so wrong.' I presume there's
No voting facility 'for our disenfranchised?' I question the
Morality? Where is the councel of the wise? I advise intervention..We saw it before.' Camps of internment when
A health scare hit the doors.' Now such a reaction is needed in a more positive way.' Reach out..Show humanity'
Let them vote..Have their say.' Fix things at the bottom and
It'll come good..We know what our forebears beleived and
How they stood.' The spirit of Australia was forged in hard
Times..It will rise to the challenge.' All we need we will find.'
Turn to each other.' And allow some dignity..Release all fear
That Australia may become again 'the land of oppertunity'
Is there anyone there? I read the eyes that stare
Mouths appear numb..must have been struck till dumb?
While media streams, out from foul drains (who cares?)
Who cares? It seems no-one but fools? Who concern with
The mechanic's of rules..There are rapists most righteous.'
Being quoted in readers digests and a religion traced from
Dante's inferno; indeed (not cool,) when will we awaken
Out of slumber? How our forebears would wonder.?
At such slackness and much lauding; of the current
Leadership of incumbent; macro-fools.!
The whole of Eastern Samar
Is commemorating its historic
Battle joined by local patriots
Of Balangiga and neighboring towns
On September 28 1901, the only battle won
By fighting Filipinos against the Americans
That we call now the Balangiga Encounter of1901
This heroic act in that part of Samar
Placed the Balangiganons and the Waray townspeople
In the realm of historic significance
All for independence and democracy
The final return of the Balangiga Bells
Brought in a global laurel to this very remote town
That has now stood more prouder yet humble
For the ultimate sacrifice by their forebears
For love of country and people.
We are a species gnawing at the roots of existence, hellbent on self-immolation, our every endeavor a funiculus of futility. The argent legacy of our forebears, squandered by imbecilic hands that molded us into hollow effigies, devoid of essence, yet rictus-grinning with vacuous ignorance.
Fear, the petrifying shackles that bind us, rendering us ciphers of compliance, indentured servants to the whims of the elected elite. We toil, mesmerized by the tintinnabulation of trinkets, and the numeric abstractions that promise ephemeral solace, but deliver only eternal enslavement.
We are fallen titans, parasitic echoes of greatness, our nebulous dreams reduced to flickering embers, as we succumb to the siren's song of servitude.
Worst of all someone is reading this right now thinking I am gloomy and need to smile, but can’t say I am wrong, my question to you is, your joking right?
There is a demon at your heart’s door,
He’s been around since days of yore.
His goal is to become your kin,
And corrupt your life from within.
He is a liar and a thief,
Don’t let him in, he’ll bring you grief.
He promises to give you joy,
But alas! your life he’ll destroy.
Our forebears listened to his voice
and crassly made a careless choice.
Because of this, we have within
a strong propensity to sin.
When the demon his weapons wield,
The choice is yours, resist or yield.
You are not left to fight alone,
Your helper hails from heaven’s throne.
Ah, Democracy, that grand charade
Where every voice is equal made.
But think, what chaos this has bred
With common folk so widely led!
A vote for every man and Bio?
Come now, let's be serious, still.
Why trust the masses with the fate
Of nations large and issues great?
Behold the wisdom of the few
The enlightened ones who truly knew
The paths to power, gold, and oil—
Why let the commoners this spoil?
They debate in squares, protest in streets
Disturb our peace with angry tweets.
Why suffer noise from every faction
When silent work breeds true satisfaction?
Our forebears knew a simpler time
When power was held by birth—sublime!
No need for ballots, polls, or stance
When lineage alone advanced one's chance.
Think of the money saved from polls
The forests spared from ballot rolls.
Let's toast to simpler, quieter ways
Where few decide the nation's days.
Some say I'm soulful,
Others the Devils tool,
One minute I might find you doleful,
The other acting quite the fool.
Yet that's patently unfair,
One aspect that I can't abide,
For I'm as pure as the morning air,
A child of the gentle ocean tide.
You may not think I live, but live I do,
Spawned in my cocoon of flames,
I thrive, but then die too,
Often amongst angst and conflicting claims.
My pedigree is strong,
Admired and always wanted,
With me you simply can't go wrong,
At times even something to be flaunted.
Your forebears held me close,
I'm privy to their secrets,
Through me their lifeline flows,
Despite them lying with the crickets.
I'm a chameleon, color is my muse,
I change according to my company,
Treat me well, never abuse,
For at my core a fragile symphony.
Where I came from no one knows,
But the world is my own oyster,
Having neither friends nor foes,
Life itself is what I foster.
Now you ask, who can I be
Someone quite so clearly needed,
Look around and you might see,
Generations that preceded.
Ivan Talbot in W A, has some lineage; online today
Claims Rollo and Miliesius, and Hezikiah are all his
Forebears such 'could be dire' I know this line of the
Irish King, for he's my blood too (my kith and kin) I
Find it strange, for I never knew.' Of Ivan ever twixt me
And you.' yet (Here he is a countryman) with his births
And proofs this Aussie man.' Through the lips of an
Alien ( returned to among his own ) off the lips of
Such came much of the 'tome' or Bible if you preffer to
describe.? Its where the will of God resides
Its prophets came, and come today.' In line with Him
His will to say, yet back to Ivan who values who seeks
Redress and the prophets and much.' In breif
The weal of the
Realm (that seems just and true? ) yet he needs the
People I'm telling you.! so Ivan who I have never met.!
May they try your claim, let the lords debate let
The laywers vet..' And if you
Are as you claim and say, I'll meet and greet you as
My blood; and true compadre.!
Sunlight leaking through every tree of girth
White tree sap dripping onto the earth
Feeding insects scurrying with no fright
This sap of life that gives our eyes sight
Gives us shadows to dance in praise till night
Breaking through the web of branches impermanent
A shining sap beyond the blue firmament
That our forebears tasted every day with eyes bright
A sap spread across our spinning world in plight
Wrapping our world in sunlight beyond the great height
And so my brain prepared itself for a memory.
It knows how to now.
Instead of waiting for damage to remember along the lines, it just warned.
It warned of what was soon to come.
Death.
Of a grandparent.
Of a piece of gold embroidered into my veins.
A piece of gold that illuminates when the sight of its forebears struck their ever-present view.
Now worn as a ring.
Decorated upon another skin of their own.
Flesh finding its way along time in its own selfish yet amalgamatic way.
And so, here we are, and so we beat on.
Whirling thoughts yet mindful of forms
Turn names observing; your letters borne'
To the flowing race' unconscious streaming
Guddling in grace to beam of myrid meanings
Mill-town forebears, cast your form quite fine
A boon to your peers here' hear hear.!
I stand to applaud; the depth, of Miltons lines.'
largely the best strength sign
legendary and brave
leading role in his land
looking always to fight
lives within his forebears
lumbering evil beast
lion den heard from far
3rd PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 18, 2022
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Two friendly but eerie Dalmatians
are Peoria’s psychic sensations
They can sense Aunt Ann
smell your dead Uncle Stan
And visit forebears in fire stations
2/14/22
Public protracts a meg night of sorrow.
My forebears' screaming intimidates me.
I'm on high alert; catch my spirit growl.
Upheaval nations were met with fury.
Whiners pelted with mallets left dreary.
Police detained civil rights advocates.
Despotism bears loads worrisome ailments.
Anyone opposing the reins is held.
Each note is judged by a team of experts,
Most of them seem to be wholly ignored.
Written: February 01st, 2022
Reborn here now without baggage.
Every year, as I'm delighted.
From friends and forebears as adage.
Roaring new birthday, beloved.
Most pals are cheerful and friendly.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Smile, share witticisms with glory.
As though it were priceless dunnage.
Life goes, and far work to manage.
Thought process is appropriate.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Destroy all hope of early shut.
Written word can grant extra spice.
There's still stacks for us to engage.
A new zeal and desire for thrice.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Written: October 12, 2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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