To me there seems to exist, correct me if I'm wrong,
in a modern society , full of many flaws
A gaping oxymoron!!!! Which takes precedence,
all the spying apparatus or all the privacy laws ??
So many methods, mobile phones, computers, smart meters,
cameras on the roads many more, perhaps I'm not aware of
None of us exempted in our homes or driving in our cars
Do those who employ these methods to subjugate our freedoms,
suffer deep seated irrational fears ? Why else would they do it ?
How to find some solace amongst all the crazy bedlam,
escape potential, long lasting, deep emotional scars
Pray to God ,wherever He exists, some say it is above
To fill the world with compassion,
change these evil ways, replace them with universal love
Power exceeds nothing but the man
Taste of success achievement brings desires want
What feeds soul it's hunger thirst
For survival, worldly possession does not bring life
A mere illusion of hopes happiness
Only when man is himself you find truth
When one is kind, they find heart
Anger, drama's stress to cope realities beatings
A emotional state much like love
Power of ego feed by influence mind
What is one's quality if not fought in belief
Where one stand if ripped his dignity
Except beneath the feet they beg to be
Is color hatred as it is us ourselves
Unpurified nature of mankind since dawn time
Is one better than another except he be different
Same breath we bleed to rectify our actions
Our journey similar; with different steps
Are we running just accept things are
Given up concept to existence we fall
Freedoms drink, our thirst isn't oneself
But soul which gives us life we breathe
Wealth, appreciating your blessings, could be worse
It doets
In file
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times
When it came to love
I had no real plan
I know I wanted to connect in an intimate way
with experimentation and playfulness
I was short on experience
there was a pandemic
I’d had few ‘at-bats’
that’s a sports metaphor
Much of it seemed surreal and abstract
like we’d entered another realm of everyday places
there was a subtle unpredictability
that was unfiltered, instinctive and unapologetically unhinged
freedom permeated every element
still, our collaboration allowed for honest conversation
I remember asking, “What are we doing?”
Thinking back, It underlined how vastly different our two experiences were
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Songs for this:
Overtime (pt 1) by Mk.gee [E]
Blur by embrs & astralcurrent
Indeed there are many good poems, here in rhyme and in
Prose.' In Haiku and Senryu ' Acrostic; who knows.? Also
There are some who, write comments while 'holding their own
Nose' we can think what we want.' We can write as we will!
Should there be a directive.? If so let it be of truth drawn
And out of (good-will) is there censorship.? Among the body.?
Not the hosts of this site.' Egregious evil should be negated
That is only right.' Yet to bring air to a subject be it soiled
Laundry.? Or foul capers.? Is the first step to health that
Must be addressed.' On screen or paper.' Who works here
Art? In the bright blaze of light.' Who would illuminate minds?
Be it by day or by the night.? Has reality no bearing? Or currency
To some minds? ( I read of good intentions ) yet some of the writers may as well be blind.' No one admits to censoring
Yet to cancel.? Its seems is sublime.' Those indeed get to pardon
Their own short-sighted-ness' moving along one un-democratic block at
A time.'
As a people we Americans are so naïve.
We've been snookered by a con man
who has blatantly deceived..
Each new day our freedoms and institutions
are under attack as Musk and his D.O.G.E.
crew hammer and whack.
Many of our elected representatives too
fearful to even push back..
The Declaration of Independence states
"In God we trust".
We are a government by and for the people,
not Donald Trump, nor Elon Musk..
With out the rule of law the power grabbers
will keep on seizing.
Donald Trump and Elon Musk are comitting treason..
Ah yes,
Freedom, liberty,
Individualism
Melded into a nation.
Flags will be waved
By those denied a flag
Chants will be shouted
By those who forget
Patrick Henry’s
“give me liberty
or give me death”
forgetting the price
freedom and liberty
exacts from those
who seek it, cherish it,
fight and die for it
those who would condemn
our flag may raise flags
that denied them the right
and freedom and liberty
to do so in the country’s
they fled
save for the indigenous peoples
we are all intruders of a sort
immigrants
in search of
freedom
liberty
and the individual’s right
to respect one flag
while waving
another
Let Morning Breeze Its Freedoms Blow Our Way
O' my lord, please grant us some joy today
Let morning breeze its freedoms blow our way
The shining of Sol to brighten dawn's joy
That I work, tis good to be in employ
That I fear not having sweat from my brow
Dearest romance comes for now I know how
Allow my princess love me if you please
Yes, let us wed and sail the seven seas
In faith may we call out your divine name
Our love is real, we are playing no game.
O' lord, give us this day our daily bread
Now we are husband and wife duly wed
I pray happiness and joy be our road
Romance and joy be our story as told.
O' my lord, please grant us some joy today.
Let morning breeze its freedom blow our way.
Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
Nov. 5th 1973
Note: A prayer in verse
POETRY, ITS TRUTH, JOY, HAPPINESS AND PRAYER
American soldiers have given their lives
in war after war after war after war
Be they in the Army, in the Navy
in the Air Force or the Marine Corps
For four constitutional freedoms
they made the ultimate sacrifice
Freedom of Speech, of the Press
Freedom of Religion, of Assembly
the right to petition and redress
Rightly do we honor the fallen heroes
who've nobly defended our country's ideals
But it is on us who remain to preserve what we've cherished
not to forgo them in tawdry backroom deals
Yet it seems that is just what we've done for the past 60 years
What began as 'cultural revolution' has morphed into fascism and fear
Can we this Memorial Day recall and restore our vaunted freedoms
ere they vanish in dusky corridors of abandoned museums?
One day I'll float away
In post life harmonies
Begin the beguine
A life of spiritual means
Relieved of complexities
Anonymous ambiguities
Retrograde anomalies
Future fraternities
Tied to promised potentials
Gift wrapped in love
Rising above all dimensionals
Shattering all ego intentionals
To places of divine existentials
Peace be you.
I
This July US of A can boast the great Constitution and peaceful transition from one president to another - without a coup or military takeover - since Geo. Washington was first elected in 1790s.
II
The most recent threat to a peaceful electorate-led transfer of political power, was Donald Trump. Not my opinion,but current USA court proceedings show this fact relating to the Republucan-Party- inspired Jan 6th, Capitol Riot in 2020.
III
Even mature,western democracy is not safe from white or ethnic nationalisms and political riots. Viva USA democracy for all!
Who would lend their essence to such words
Uncrumple them ‘midst fading sense of truth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.
Shouted once from blood stained creaking boards
Muttered by those grown “long in the tooth”
Who would lend their essence to such words
Whisper calls from echoless fjords
Spur the interest of our failing youth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords
Challenge them to run - not from - but toward
A passion that would brand them as uncouth
Who would lend their essence to such words
Reweave them as a fire, incite the hoards
Nurture the subtleties taking root
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords
Re-sound the growing call of freedom’s chords
Deny the tyrants reign of spurs and boots
Who would lend their essence to such words
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.
©2/26/2022
AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE CONTEST
Sponsor – L Milton Hankins
They would have all of our thoughts
align in eclipse of the truth
blot from our eyes cold tears
not shed at reasons death
No more the fiendish touch
of tempting speech
to challenge questions asked
and why
Nor does the hand of wonder
dare reach to touch
for fear it might enrage
the gods they praise
Thus do the lemmings march
to chanted hymn
along the darkened edge
of freedom's rim
John G. Lawless
3/1/2021
Justice of the heart is liberated by peaceful start of Revelations freedom
2/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
Somewhere out there is
A calm, a place where my soul
Can breathe freedom's flight...
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