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One Man’s Opinion
(Take From Some, Give To Others)
Written: by Miracle Man
9/11/2021
For those who are wealthy, many show disdain,
talk of income redistribution drives me insane.
As our country grows weaker each passing day,
we encourage those who can’t make their way.
A socialist nation were too fast becoming,
numerous won’t work and spend days slumming.
Many choose assistance, given their druthers,
but believe in sharing, what belongs to others.
I can’t relate to what being wealthy would be like
but I don’t resent the rich.
They create the jobs that sustain the rest of us,
and for this I’m thankful and have been blessed.
Tom
Whatever happened to all those cab drivers
in Madison, Wisconsin with PhD's back in the 1970's?
How are all the college kids doing who cut off a finger or toe
in order to avoid get drafted for the War in Vietnam?
How many domestic terrorists with blood on their hands
are leading respectable lives with forged identities?
Bernadine Dohrn, 'College Professor' - ex-Leader of
the 'Weather Underground'... Do you sleep at night?
Whatever became of all those long-hairs in the pictures
at Woodstock Music Festival in New York in 1969?
How about all those backpackers searching for Truth, who dived
deep into cults like Hari Krishna and the Moonies?
Wuddya say, Ginni Thomas?
Where have all the flowers gone? ... They've gone the way of
ANTIFA, of BLM, of Seattle, WA, of Portland, OR, of all the
'Sanctuary Cities' and George-Soros backed Prosecuting Attorneys
who refuse to prosecute, of CRT, of the 1619 Project, of endless
COVID lockdowns, of 'The Squad' and of 'wokeness'
But if you ask me, if America could survive the Cuban Missile Crisis,
Castro, Mao, Watergate, Sadam Hussein, Monica Lewinsky, Bin-Laden,
9/11, the Dotcom Bust, the ENRON and Arthur Anderson scandals,
the Great Recession, the Real Estate bubble, and Donald Trump and
Hilary Clinton, then I guess we can survive about anything
There were candles lit afire overlooking New York City
Placed there by the mournful, with heart’s so full of pity
In the park that had a view of a horizon oh so pretty
On the night of 9/11, following a day that really hit me
In memory of those lives, whose candles burned out quickly
We stood there searching for two towers that we can’t see
by Joe Flach for Russell Sivey's "By Candlelight" contest.
In memory of those firends I lost on that day.
An ad-hoc memorial of candles, pictures and letters was created at Eagle Rock Reservation in West Orange, NJ on 9/11 and the days that followed, where people gathered, cried and prayed at an overlook on First Mountain with a spectacular view of NYC. Years later, this park was made into a formal memorial for those souls lost on 9/11.
brilliant brushstrokes of a masterly mind
golden glimmers of a scarlet sunset emerge
glinting glorious gossamer glow
viewing vermillion twilight poignant portrait
etch enchanting serene solitude
peaceful Palms spark tender tranquility
opalescent ocean inspires bliss.
December 15, 2021
"Alliterisen 2" Poetry Contest
PICTURE: 3
Syllable Sequence: E (10-12-9-11-8-10-10): checked by Howmany syllables.com
Sponsor: Joseph May
Has the Golden Girl sung her final song?
As the mute swan was said to have all along
The mute swan never sings or sounds even as a tucket*
Except apparently when it finally kicks the bucket
Am I Cassandra, who has sung her final lament
Is this what some are waiting for so they needn't comment
Socrates said that Swans sing in there young life
But never as beautiful as in their dying strife…
In actual fact mute swans aren’t t mute, they hiss
I think all this time someone’s taken the *iss
Pliny the elder, shows the dying swan singing is a myth
So we ought to take notice of this now and forthwith
So for my Swan song, my last melodious attempt
To sing and delight please don’t treat with contempt.
My Swan song is here just before I lie down and die
But just like the mute Swan singing, this is also a lie.
© 9/11/2012 ~GG~
*tucket a bugle call
Fifteen Years Ago Today
By Franklin Price
9/11/2016
Fifteen years ago today, the mighty towers fell
Turned into infernos in a New York burning hell
Airliners flown by terrorists, with passengers inside,
Flew into the towers, hell bent on suicide.
North tower was the first one hit; no warning there at all.
The South one was the second, but was the first to fall.
Not long before they both were down; skyline forever changed.
Thousands of lives were lost that day, killed by those who were deranged
The terror was not over. Two more planes were in the sky,
With targets not yet taken; for no good reason, more would die.
The third plane hit the Pentagon. Liner four was White-house bound.
Then heroes stormed the terrorists; in Pennsylvania wreckage found
That day was an emergency. The date was apropos
Nine-one-one was dialed that day, by terrorists, we now know.
Life that day was changed for us, can't go back, cannot return.
Terrorists not gone yet; still shoot, explode and burn.
Three wars took our money; drove us deeper into debt.
A solution is not clear to me. It is not over yet.
Politicians think they know it all; fight each other for our fate
If the solution not the party line; would rather not cooperate
It's their job to keep us safe, to be solution bound.
We better vote some new ones in, or we'll no longer be around.
We're the only super power that can end this terror rant.
If we don't work together, then ,for sure, I know we can't.
The effects still overwhelming of this day in New York town
Fifteen years ago today, when the towers fell to the ground
"Revolutions"
7
We are all for the Fall
in the seasons of His hands
where He pulls in the strings
of all His puppets
calling in cold legions
in a bitter Winter bleeding
before Spring arrives again
bathed in Light
and a new Summer stands
7
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
Rev 21:5
Gen 1:1-31
Gen 2:2
Rev 4:5
"Keyboard Milk" / Royksopp
https://youtu.be/dF8ojPeSo3s
(1)
Revolution:
noun
an overthrow or repudiation and the thorough replacement of an established government or political system by the people governed.
Sociology. a radical and pervasive change in society and the social structure, especially one made suddenly and often accompanied by violence.Compare social evolution.
a sudden, complete or marked change in something:the present revolution in church architecture.
a procedure or course, as if in a circuit, back to a starting point.
a single turn of this kind.
Mechanics.
1. a turning round or rotating, as on an axis.
2. a moving in a circular or curving course, as about a central point.
3. a single cycle in such a course.
(2)
Revelation Logic/ The Number 7
https://revelationlogic.com/articles/the-number-seven/
(3)
The Nuremberg Chronicles
(3a) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuremberg_Chronicle
(3b) http://scihi.org/nuremberg-chronicle/
(3c) https://www.faena.com/aleph/articles/7-days-of-creation-and-their-most-beautiful-illustrations/
(4) Nuremberg
1561 Celestial Phenomenon over Nuremberg
The Battle of Nuremberg
(4a)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg
(4b)
https://science.howstuffworks.com/space/aliens-ufos/ufo-history2.htm
(5) Art & Celestial Phenomenon
(5a)
https://listverse.com/2016/04/24/10-historic-divine-paintings-that-clearly-show-ufos/
(5b)
https://hermoments.com/paintings-with-ufos/
(5c)
https://www.florenceinferno.com/madonna-of-ufo-painting-palazzo-vecchio/
(6) Art & Faith
(6a) Salvador Mundi
http://www.picknettprince.com/salvator.htm
(7) Bible/Clouds
Acts 1:9-11
Matthew 24:30
Rev 1:7
morning
news on fire
planes and towers,
pentagon — we N E V E R
F O R G E T.
jumpers —
desperate,
hold family
in woeful reverie.
G O D S E E S
firemen
sacrificed.
smoke cloud chases
frantic New York City —
A T W A R.
mourning
two towers?
no - the deceased!
their kith and kin remain
A W A R E
sunken
ships of steel —
square grave fountains,
a perpetual flood —
D I G S D E E P*
9-11-2019
*to make a lot of effort with one’s resources.
In this case, it is a pocket of tears.
SPLENDOROUS SUNSET
One of nature’s natural wondrous works
is the stunning sunset, a stellar sight when the
setting sun dips down the horizon.
Striking spectacle of captivating clouds,
altering awesome scattered shapes
and spectacular sky bursting brightly,
beaming brilliantly while changing colors.
1/1/22 Submitted
A Strand (1044) Poetry
Brain Strand
11/30/21 Alliterisen 2 Poetry
Joseph May
Syllable Sequences: #E 10-12-9-11-8-10-10
Photo: #3 Sunset
Used: How Many Syllables
She dreamt a dream of a requisite requiem far away,
For the unrequited love of life, led her lanky lamb's limbs astray.
To where she'd dither along the moor's marsh land,
Braved the dreary draughts of randy rain and hindless hail.
She'd return without fail in her frailty.
To where the shadows cast by the leaves of the alders,
Speckled across her open back like silver freckles.
She'd sway in the clearest of days, and lay in the ravage of rain.
And in saltier slathers of gold graced spit,
She'd await the pair of goldfinches to descend upon her silver speckled clit.
Await the trill of their liquid song, sung by their acetone tongue ,
Pecking a silver chime over the pleasure of grated groans.
“No.” Her iron lungs lunged and quivered.
She supposed he knew from his exhale and shiver.
Awake, now, lesserly known nor knowing, moreso,
awaken, alone, but with the haunting face of a *** upon her window,
“outside, look outside”
It called, so she stayed inside, unknown, laying low from the randy ravage of his rage.
9/11/2025