Lately I’ve come to realize my definition of love
Is not about joy and completion and belonging,
But more about loss and longing
A sense of grief for what once was
But never will be again.
I don’t think this makes me unique
But probably not in the majority either.
I think of all this today
The one year anniversary
Of Charlie Kirk’s assassination
Because the shock of that loss
To all of US is still so raw,
A wound just beneath the surface
That may never fully heal.
This recognition of love
Bound up inextricably with loss and grief
Makes me wonder if I am still in the minority.
I pray I’m not, as I wish the best for this nation
And this world, but I fear I am wrong,
And the callous heart that celebrates hate
Is still on the ascendant and not decline.
What will it take for America and the world
To have a change of heart?
I do not know.
Maybe it’ll start with the sacrifice Charlie made,
But it still has so far to go.
(9/10/26)
Let's love one another and take the hand of
Even those with a differing opinion-as free speech is important but
Today's narrative divides and is
Spoken to separate the human race into two. The
Blame game is played by the hypocrites who are
Encouraged to follow blindly to catchphrases
And words without proper research.
So they chant words to divide and fly flags of other nations. For
Oppression is fast approaching us and the
Nihilistic view that was in the minority is becoming the view of the majority.
Entitlement should never be expected or given- earned through blood, sweat
... and tears
There are two words put together I see as
Oppressive and abhorrent-as bad as the word
Xenophobia-the word toxic masculinity divides-we need to
Inspire our future not divide the
Children with words that separate
Mars and venus are two not one-
Adam and eve walked through the garden together-
Strength and courage are traits to be
Celebrated...not to be feared. The
Unity of respect is needed to come together.
Level headed approach to understands differences and not build the rift like the
Illusions reflected from the glass and light-becoming a
Neurotic plague-a disease which has spread its tentacles-no wonder there's
confusion
Inside young minds. Let nature take its course and let the
Testosterone flow as boys grow into men-we need to teach them...not condemn
them...
Yes there are some males who are misogynist but they are in the minority...not
the majority.
RESOLUTION
If life goes rancid with sour taste
The time for action was long ago
A missed window of opportunity
One may challenge with impunity
But such purpose is all for show
And protestation is such a waste
With a case for early intervention
Resolve and clear focus is needed
Addressing issues when first seen
And working out what they mean
All faults to be readily conceded
Reciprocity is worthy of mention
Some difficulties are irreconcilable
They are however, in the minority
Either party can leave with regret
But not when parting isn’t due yet
There can be no assumed authority
Memories cannot be contemptible
But an argument for give and take
Supports the idea of a neutral zone
Where the elements of normal life
Can displace all unnecessary strife
Communicating in a balanced tone
Should leave arguments in its wake
The question
I have always been comfortable in my skin
Knowing who I am being all in
As a male who is attracted to females
But not meaning relationships have never failed
When I think about other ones
Who don’t have clarity from when life has begun
How they wonder at their place in the world
And decisions that are made and positions held
These people are in the minority I am told
Although some stand out quite bold
The world makes judgements on us all
And we live with this in its final calls
So gender is one of these decisions made
Whether we like it or not it won’t fade
But what you call yourself should not be a joke
One hundred genders relates a system that is broke
Being stuck on pronouns creates a fuss
Is that what is wanted to make a case enough
I would think there are better ways to make a point
Then to do this to themselves a martyr to anoint.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Peacocks have feathers that delight,
It is the most glorious sight.
To see this magnificent array,
Of a Peacocks plumage on display.
The peacock is full of pride,
This fact the peacock does not try to hide,
He struts with an air of superiority,
As he knows, he is in the minority
The peahen does not care a jot,
She is satisfied with her lot
If it weren't for this plain peahen,
We would never see another peacock again.
I too
have found the truth
seen the deep state and the fake news in review,
only to find the great reveal
you know who is the real big steal,
and the swamp remains filled with unobjective fools
a dark conspiratorial growing cesspool,
the elections honest, verified, and true
counted and recounted just to satisfy the few,
seventy-four million voted for their candidate in the minority
but so did the eighty-four of the landslide majority,
so give a shout and one more prayer
for the republic and democracy still clinging here
one more authority clutching at power
just another loser soured.
Do the minority know?
That they are in the majority most of the time,
And in the minority for the least amount of time.
It follows that the minority will agree with the majority of issues,
For majority of the time,
And agree with the minority of the issues the least amount of time.
It also follows that if the minority wag the dogs tail,
Majority of the time,
Then democracy is the loser majority of the time.
If however the majority accepts that the minority view,
Should not be disregarded all the time,
Then democracy will work some of the time.
And if the minority accept that the majority view counts for more,
The majority of the time,
Then Democracy will work most of the time.
Just as I finally fully fathomed,
That the exception does indeed prove the rule.
They went and changed the rule,
And now the exception is no longer the exception.
Now instead of being the exception, I take exception.
When the majority is the minority,
And the minority rules the majority,
The new rule makes majority rule, the exception,
That proves the new rule and makes me take exception.
Which is something I find hard to Fathom.
I hope that I can have it fathomed,
Before the new rule,
Becomes an old rule,
And the exception that was an exception,
Is no longer an exception,
Making the rule beyond my ability to Fathom.
In the meantime
If you can find the time,
And your memory does not let you down,
I suggest you tone it down,
And avoid joining the majority,
As to become part of the minority,
Seems to be the only way to not become the exception to the rule,
So, you can stand in the minority and you too can rule,
While I go away and do some more fathoming.
Oh Younger Self!
Don’t be behind at saying what you want,
Just because you never did have the font,
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify,
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.
Believe only in the people you trust and obey,
Don’t quantify because you’re in the minority,
Remember what you’ve got, media and friends,
Treasure your relationships to make your own ends.
Just be short-sighted, only aware of the now,
Don’t aspire to be godly or sickeningly high-brow,
Crimp what you like but is wrong multitudinary,
And don’t equate true morality with the binary.
Exclude yourself to discuss your mind and trueness,
Freshness is in people who flow with goodness,
Be rejected, make do and accept low facilities,
Happiness is in your real desires and proclivities.
People are money obsessed,
To the point that if your not rich you lack success,
Looking down on someone who has different priorities,
And making them feel like they're in the minority,
When did the measure of success come from the size of your bank account,
Instead of the measure of the person you amount?,
Society has deemed that people can live on minimum wage,
Even though it below the poverty line and makes them feel they're stuck in a cage,
Why should they care if people struggle to survive,
As long as they have a big house and fancy cars to drive,
It's time for the system to change,
And an increase in the minimum wage range.
We are but dreams in the night. Shadows on the land, whose time on earth is only truly measured by God and loved ones alone. we flit through life in an instant, wanting, yearning to make a difference, in a rapidly declining world, with a profound thought, a good intention, a remarkable deedor some worldly wise insight understood by a worldly kinship...those that think as you do. All the time wondering if you are in the minority or the majority. Your only weapon to change that which so desperately requires change, is the impotency of words in a world where the wonder of education has been sorrowfully tainted by the 'educated', through elitism. We must let the children ask the questions, don't stifle the cries of babes. Time has come for a worldwide education, not pockets of religious bigotry. God is not on all our sides..we should therefore be on Gods side. We should all strive to be Godlike inside, for a religion which insists that a war is fought in its name...is not religious nor righteous at all. Ain't this the time for change.....we've been getting it wrong for thousands of years...
Tim Smith is an ordinary sounding name
But the Tim Smith I know is anything but ordinary
For a male to express love the way he does
In everything he writes
Is unique and truly a kind hearted soul
Most males usually have difficulty
Expressing their innermost feelings
At the risk of seeming unmanly
Tim has no such difficulty
He is difinitely in the minority in this day and age
And I truly admire him for this
To me, Tim is a real man
Full of confidence and comfortable in his own skin
Tim Smith... I salute you!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
In our close circle of friends and family
I've been known as old Poppa Jack
Really like it, I can feel all the love
What I give comes bouncing right back
Always been known to love the whole world
Enemies? Not a single darn soul
Some people I like a bit more than others
They're in the minority on the whole
There's nobody I'd really classify as someone
I wouldn't spend time with, by crikey
Or give pretty ladies a sweet tender hug
That person's never entered my psyche
So here's this old guy baring his soul
For the world to see and to know
My inner workings are still working fine
The secret? Just let it all flow
Here's old Poppa Jack signing off for now
With a dirty big smackeroonie
For all my multitude of friends and family
Whose love is so precious to me
© Jack Ellison 2013
Racial Discrimination
Racial discrimination
Comes directly from Satan;
Finds lack of love its basis
For the evil one, a mighty baton.
To love our brothers and sisters
Is requested of us,
Regardless of our color,
We all belong to Jesus.
As I see a scene in heaven,
I am quite amazed,
White folk are in the minority—
Any sense of superiority completely erased.
On earth it is so different,
Where whites are given preference;
Think themselves superior—
To God, an act of ignorance.
As I look around me further
And speak to many there,
I find few with higher education;
And for wealth they didn’t care.
It was not a crown they’d hope for,
Or a place of honor or distinction.
They just wanted to see Jesus;
His love, their natural demonstration.
Racial Discrimination
Is purely based on pride.
But God sees all as equal;
Salvation to none denied.
Pride is the sin
That kept many out of heaven;
It was not their color or education,
Once falsely considered a privilege given.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
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