So much hate
Such is fate
I look around
Hear the bugle sound
Hearts are bound
Let freedom ring
To whom do we sing
Far to the left, far to the right
But it's in the middle we fight
By strength we unite
Ruled by the iron hand
Demanding we all march in that band
Enthusiastically cheering nothing at all
We must build our wall
Or we surely shall fall
Leaderless leaders leading the blind
All are afraid to be left behind
dont know what they want
Votes they taunt
Where are we going
I'm not in the knowing
Uncertainty in the forecast
Common sense fading fast
Can only hope it doesn't last
Come tomorrow
Pride I may have to borrow
Cuts here cuts there
Hey that ain't fair
Shake my head and stare
Who knows what comes in next
But we shall read about it in some text
All a late night drama show
All I know
As the stomach turns
The world burns
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.!
Guess who has the brains and the
Courage!
Plus the forces to overtake the Ukraine?
That’s because he still has a brain?
We , in the USA, are leaderless.
By a cry baby .......with no mind.
It’s a tragedy to observe US citizens,
Constantly lied to.
Crime is rising, inflation here is insane.
And the oddball in office, worries....
That the next election will be framed?
He knows he cheated to make this one
bear his name!
1/25/2022
For a fee, you can be
Anything, you want to be
For a fee, you can see
What you wanna see
For a fee, you can be free
For a fee, you can own
Without a note or a loan
For a fee, you can have
Whats all the rage
For a fee, you can skip living in a cage
For a fee, that felony you face
Will get lost or misplaced
For a fee, you can buy a job
And be a leaderless slob
For a fee, you can buy that ride
To make strangers jealous and snicker on the side
For a fee, you can have it all
Live the good life and have a ball
For a fee, life can be bought
But without that fee
You’re not worth a thought
For me, I wish to be free of the fee
Because as you can see
It’s not worth being sought
Eric (and sometimes not)
LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list from near LESOTHO
Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S
The letters, not the word, A for adoring Him, C for confession of sins
Variety & Individuality in prayer, but these steps are essential (O Lebanon!)
I intercede, Abba-Father, for countries whose names begin with "L" (Laos!)
At the start I thought I wouldn't recall them all; almost forgot leaderless Libya
Africans used Libya as a way to Europe - Refugee Crisis - before Corona Virus!
Not Ghadafi's Libya under forced good behavior, but the wildness of "democracy"
Do show mercy to all Creation, in Jesus' Name, to those "named and unnamed"
Liechtenstein and Luxembourg could easily be overlooked, no news
Is GOOD news when talking of a pandemic, yet we pray for big and small
Bless us: Liberia & Lithuania, Father, the One Jesus made known us ("Abba")
You are the God of second, third, or umteen chances; we ask Thy forgiveness
As we seek Thy Spirit of Truth, O Holy Spirit, to teach us (as Jesus promised)
Take Out the Landry
Dirty laundry for years on the floor
finally the dirt is out the door
Quebec is cleaning house
separatists being laid to graves
like Napoleonic mouse's
bury their rhetoric too
twelve feet deep
Wrinkled ex leader with
no musket or balls
no lead, leaderless
man of poisoned dreams
nationalist and king of hate
trumpets play for his distaste
if your wool is not pure
you do not belong on his shore
Villain as Lucifer or Lucien
robbing the people of their future
all for his midget delusions
now to be inhumed
in his own dirt
he will of course blame
the Chinese laundry mat
who lost his ticket
He is not to be interred
in red rags
honor will shed not one tear
where is his Nazi flag?
Boxed at Notre Dame
the church like Vichy
honors dictators and their clan
funerals they all say nice things
still
they toss out the laundry
as Canada sings
Only Toronto thanks him
for the prosperity
There may be no I in Team,
But there is one in Co-operation and another in Ideas.
A team without Co-operation and fresh out of Ideas may
Soon be beat.
There may be no L in in Team,
But a Leader sure has one.
A Team without a leader will be hard pressed to stay
Together.
There may be no O in Team,
But options has one.
A team without options may not be around
For long.
There may be no D in Team,
But there is in Direction.
A team without Direction, will not find it easy
To stay focussed.
There may be no P in team,
But Purpose is not lacking one.
A Team without purpose,
May not be of much use.
A team without any Co-operation and out of Ideas,
Leaderless, without Options
And lacking both Direction and Purpose,
Doesn't spell success to me.
Pome du jour
Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse
The seas and the trails
Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes
(If we please)
And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco.
The medium is, after all, the message (per Marshall McLuhan)
And a poem must need not 'mean' but 'be' (per Archibald McLeish)
Hence, loose the bonds of that inveterate evil thing - mind
And think tangentially, not crossing, not intersecting
(think in terms of a curve approaching its asymptote),
For therein lies the truly spiritual beings we are.
A god is immaterial here. But: Vaya con dios,mi amigo.
The mind on course is nothing but obtuse,
recalcitrant and leaderless.
Silent particles stream by unnoticed
and a soul doesn't care;
the stopping ports are easier...
until the ones and zeros re-arrange
and an electron jumps
the other way... not much incentive
for another listless hour on shore.
No matter then, the prayers are said,
the songs are sung,
and suddenly there is new joy
upon the threshold of the day.
That which is known
is much too prone to cloy.
The time has come
to celebrate the open door,
and why?...not for the prayers
or songs intoned too readily.
No, there is more.
I am a captain with a visionary crew
who long for the unknown,
along with me are ready for
a midnight rendezvous
when we shall toast the sunrise,
set the sail upon uncharted sea
and drink the wine of love.
~
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