They looked for him here
They looked for him there
They looked for Bin Laden
Almost everywhere
But he never was hiding
There in Afghanistan
It just gave them excuse
To overturn the Taliban.
That gave the people freedom,
That gave the people hope
And free from their tyranny
It gave them more scope.
Twenty years later with
The ever mounting cost
And the decision to withdraw
All that was suddenly lost.
Helpers abandoned with
The too familiar hasty retreat
And the faltering campaign
Turned into humiliating defeat.
Having tried to enforce their will
Once again the arrogant West
Left behind a state of chaos
Having suddenly lost all interest.
.
Bin Laden had been found
Hiding in near by Pakistan.
The people have been returned
To the tyranny of the Taliban
Twenty years of hope and effort
All suddenly gone to waste
Are we surprised that it has
Left such a bitter aftertaste.
Interference is annoying
When the Radio crackles
Making the programme
Unable to listen to
The cause is high wire
Drowning out the radio
Making it unpleasant
to hear
Tongues are silent.
Why?
Peace is silent.
Until human interference.
Guns are silent.
Until human interference.
Disease is silent
until human interference.
Sky is silent.
Until human interference.
Trees are silent.
Until human interference.
Mother Nature is silent.
Until human interference.
Ink is silent .
Until poetic interference.
Simple Musing
Silent One
30 April 2020
"I'm from the Census Bureau," I said
"You're from the U.S. government, I dread"
So I asked him his name
He replied, "Putin-tame"
~ Ha! I'll have to deport you, all the same!"
Interference Play
Why is the Administration
Putting ads in the comments section.?
Next they will put them in our poems?
It looks like a comment is drag.
I don't buy the fact this site is poor.
I don't believe it for a second.
The site is overrun with ads
And those who choose to pay for membership.
It may be a way to force people to pay.
I think this is an amoral way.
But it's their site,
And they sure are showing their might!
5/29/2019
1:52am PST
Interference for Adherence to Appearance
We actually tried to run interference,
Regarding compliance and adherence;
Laws and rules,
Found for fools,
To ways they would affect appearance.
Jim Horn
Your
Meeting
Will end now
Because I am
In the middle of your room to make love
by Mark Miller 07/29/2017
Sterile relic of born conscience sleeps fitfully
Under carrion comfort slipper condition
Stones drown status creature's treason
Into vipers cavern wall containment
Broken beats fuel breastplate emotion
Debased inside pains metaphor our hollow defiance
Struggle shadow grasps symbols image draw nearer
Verbal cue quantifies despair matter zone hemisphere
Basal attraction cauterizes memories terminal subtraction
Unstable impulse forced function upon comedic prose
Haunting audio 78 turns ghostly round torrent beside me
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
_______________________________________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!
An innocent soul appeared to them as someone who interfered,
But helping and caring were the only things that it ever volunteered.
It stood and gave them unconditional support,
Unbiased and happy , it was comport.
Instead of cherishing the good times ,
for them it suddenly turned into a tort.
Days passed and
Then, came the moment of truth,
They didn't care about the soul ,
And busted their cruelty upon it which was so bold.
Saying it was merely a delusion of being nice.
They decided to walk out leaving it behind,
Withered and bleeding with cries of its lost pride.
It was like getting unnecessary punishment for giving their silent lives , a
rhyme.
What could it do now ?
Isolate , kill itself or remain undisputed.
That day was when humanity lost.
That was the day when the limits were crossed.
It's hard to find people who live for others,
But in today's world who bothers.
They still sort for crowds of disguised happiness.
Purity of soul and love are now obsolete.
Because in this world no one is absolute.
Whether in a baseball game
Or in the span of life,
Interference often causes
Agita* or strife.
Even when one’s motives
May be innocent or pure,
A casual observer
Or an ump might not be sure.
So consequences will result
When someone interferes,
And sometimes the effects may last
For months or even years.
*indigestion; aggravation
To all of you fans sitting close to the field:
When you see a fair grounder coming, please yield.
That means that the ball coming is still in play.
If you interfere, you just might ruin the day.
The umpire will say it’s a ground rule double.
Take the ball away, and you’ll be in trouble.
The runner on first must go back to third base.
Your team may lose the game, and that’s a disgrace.
That runner may have scored your team’s tying run.
They’ll be losing a game which they could have won.
Sure, you’ll have yourselves a wanted souvenir
However, that baseball’s cost might be quite dear!
One thousand dollars fine, and you’ll be kicked out.
The players and fans won’t like it; there’s no doubt.
That ball must be foul before taking it out.
So think before you interfere with that ball.
A game must be a pleasure for one and all.
Fifteen yards in a football game
Runner is safe in baseball
Two shot foul in basketball
Penalty shot in hockey
No penalty in government
For interference
Interference with family
Interference with income
Interference with retirement
Hell bent on destruction of values
Interference with self reliance
Interference with self respect
Congress can’t run its own household
Don’t tell me how to run mine
Bail out equals social injustice
Carried to an extreme
Let’s call it Money for Morons
Income for incompetence
Dollars for Dimwits
Better Lives for Brainless Billionaires
Interference with growth
Interference with fiscal sanity
Interference with failures failing
Eliminate useless executive salaries
Corporate is back in black
No bail out needed
No interference to protect the one’s
Who own you, Congressmen.
Stop.
Don’t cry my tears for me.
This is my fight.
Don‘t dare to interfere.
What can you do?
Nothing.
Just stand there and hold me.
Let me fight my own fight.
I know I can win,
If you’d just stop,
Stop crying my tears for me.
You’re my interference,
To hide me from this world.
To take me out of reality.
You tell me to let you.
I tell you to stop.
It’s my fight.
Let me cry my own tears.
Then I’ll let you be my,
Interference.
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