Roots,
There's an energy, Vitality,
Bringing a healthy tenacity,
A Living sense of security,
Lying in the roots of divinity.
Attached eternally,
Affecting us internally.
Waiting for us to see,
So it can be balanced properly.
Our souls existence,
Comes with an inheritance,
Void of remembrance,
Of our past performance.
Bringing yet another chance,
To enjoy this cosmic dance.
Re experience the romance,
Enhance it's importance.
Watching energy cascade,
Flowing path being laid,
Correcting mistakes we made,
Accepting the parts we played.
Stepping out from the shade,
We are no longer afraid.
Negative energies fade,
As balance is regained.
An energy of the divine,
Lies in the base of the spine,
Thumb and index the line,
To ground and realign.
A survival hardline,
Trust in it's design.
Stabilize the vine,
Let the roots and the self,
Combine.
Become The Divine
Here comes an opportunity to make our tension seep
But for those who have made their stomach and future cheap
I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp
Over the ignorance that may likely despoil the effort to revamp
The solution to our menaces has shown itself easy
What the old school of thinking has made uneasy
The range of concepts the umbrella couldn't cover
And the debris field of collapse their brooms swept under cover
I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp
Cos the youths that should follow suit to newvamp
Are playing dumb with their contrary disposition
Cos they've forgotten the history of their oppression
Opportunity comes in a mine of information
It's taken with a hardline of concentration
Opportunity doesn't come every year
Like the election that is coming next year
So, let the drones that follow these old schools for their lust
Know that this is an opportunity that mustn't be lost
How do we tell those in the rural community
That the most capable hand is not determined by popularity?
Afghanistan! would anybody give a damn
perhaps had a chance, under Uncle Sam
They gave them weapons, to fight Talibans
enslavers of women, for pleasures of man
Kabul was thriving, the west brought calm
young ladies attend school, sitting exams
Mullahs hid in exile, with extremist Imams
Allowed back in, by surrendering Afghans
Another failed state, turns hardline Islam
say they've changed, nah just a big scam
The door was opened, they choose to slam
right back to poverty, from where it began
Religious fanatics, resume same old sham
beheadings, torturing, cut off some hands
Warped Sharia law, interpretation of Koran
no A la carte, only one recipe, Allah flambe *
US couldn't stay forever, done all they can
must watch Russia, China, Nth Korea, Iran
In tragic war situations, there's no exit plan
want to point a finger, start with bin laden
* Play on (A la Flambe) no offence intended
to moderate peaceful Muslims*
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
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25/08/2021
Nutjob
The church bells rang out in Eastern Ukraine. Up and down the land. In towns and cities, in hamlets and villages. Putin's tanks and guns crossed the border at numerous points. The war was on!
Advancing from so called 'exercises' in Russia. An invasion force in all but name. Backed up by similar forces further along the border. Subdue the east then move elsewhere.
There was only one way to stop it: a former Ukrainian KGB spy smuggled a small package to the Kremlin. It was a suitcase nuke, Hiroshima size bomb. Missing since the Soviet Union collapse.
A weapon strong enough to send a message to Neo Soviet Russia: Don't invade Ukraine! Putin will soon die in a war of his own making. Moscow will be irradiated.
Will his army pullback? Will another hardline nutjob replace him or a 'dove'? In the meantime, war rages and people die. All for Putin's Neo Soviet empirical dreams.
got up this morning &
put on the proper shoes
to tip tippity
tap tap tappy
dance for
Netanyahu---
walking the hardline with one
foot, whilst he got the
softline under the other,
telling us all that though
Israel has the right to “defend”
itself from
the firecrackers,
“it would be preferable to
avoid a ground offensive
(aka INVASION)
of
Gaza”---
counting down the hours
until the next maniacal move,
he speaks the routine rhetoric
of how Hamas started it,
of how Israel’s soldiers
“will be more at risk of
being wounded,” if in fact
they invade Gaza &
of course,
that the people of Gaza
will be better off if
Israel’s military escalation
doesn’t come to
fruition---
like a bad actor who can’t even
find his mark on the stage,
scampering through the ruffled
pages of his
script,
our pandering presidential puppet,
shows us all just what a good
figurehead can do,
when confronted with
chaos, destruction & the death of
innocent people,
caused by the funding of his own
administration,
rumbling
rumbling
rumbling,
in the belly of the
empire.
Confusion was passing..
Illusions "displayed"
Narrative was re-sounding)) his
thoughts for the day.
Well-willed was desire..
"Best intentions to you
Affinity conspired.. Could potential
get through??
Old doubt was in trouble..hardline
despair, all aghast..!!
At possibility's beckoning.. I nailed
my colours to your mast!!
Copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk
19th April 2012.
June has raised her fiery head!
Consistent and grating schemes commence
to appear from her adamant attitude.
Searing flames are felt
against my touchy coddled skin,
the arrogant sun
smolders me in misery;
my face is slapped with only
random drops of rain to insult me,
intense, humid days scald like hot milk
while the breaths of pleasure are choked back,
liquefied bodily salt seeps
into my eyes, acrid and extreme,
mirages aggressively taunt my vision
like a cat and mouse game.
Necessary thoughts begin to erect
for cool flooding waters to sweep over me, or
chilly gusts of speed to hurriedly hug me.
I crave the flip side of
June's overbearing wrath.
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