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Today is Constitution Day
By Franklin Price
9/17/2016
Today is Constitution day
Accepted many years ago
Our government defined therein
Explains how things should go
Politicians of today
Honor it when they see fit
If it doesn't follow what they want
They deviate more than a bit
Works fairly well, most of the time
Though none have read it much
Claim ignorance of the law that's there
Don't have to stay in touch
The longer they're in office
Seems the more that they ignore
It's time now to replace them
And vote them out the door
When replacements know the reason
The Constitution they may read
And follow what is written there
Which is not graft and greed
I know I am an optimist
And I will be 'til I die
To find an honest politician
Is like grabbing pie out of the sky
A story of nightmare's wish to stir and stay,
did you seek to awake?,
something is predator that now ply here day,
it could have sought to yonder hate,
to revert morning cool crispiness and cud tomorrow,
a sort of pounding did earth reject,
even if he were allowed to dream willingly now.
No bosom of unknown air serves it,
you may check nineteen summer and winter autumns,
here trees and leaves have by virtue fit,
nor little is accepted to mute their green's,
desist ply last century silencer scum,
of a copper factory of underground,
adventure, there could have been many more evils and sins of such a dream.
Oh!, offspring of earth's kind safe your,
children of this century to resist and deny,
it, if it were a plan to storm you, how unfair,
it is a false theory,
now, that they are busy to make attempt,
what does that sigh to?,
how should you throw that behind as mistrust?.
May you be guarded by Grace and wings made of light
beside a gentle prayer, filled with God's might !
May life be a journey of knowledge and pure delight
as you walk the path of love, may you be given sight
May your days be courageous lived out to the best
and if you get tired, give your heart some rest
May you be brave as a soldier in this life of gest
know you're being watched from an Angel's nest
May you be accepted and favored just as you are
reside in the knowledge that to God you're a star
May you trust in the One who holds the handlebar
if you ride towards Him, ... you'll surely go far
Like the Angels of heaven with wings made of light,
like Angels of the Lord who hold vigor in their flight.
When we were kids, you liked to torment me, go to the park and climb the highest tree.
Run across gullies at high speed, leave me on the other side with shaking knees.
But then there were days by the TV watching Banana splits and Christopher Lee.
Going to the fields to hide in long grass then run round the streets and fall on our ****.
We moved like gypsies from place to place, new schools, new people, we accepted our fate.
The boy with the golden hair was by my side and I wasn’t lonely cause we were best mates.
Then came the day we no longer roamed, found schools with good teachers, at last we were home.
We got on our bikes to explore the estate; cautious and wary we sped round the place.
To our surprise the kids were friendly and fun, not hostile or tough, or in your face.
Young ones, older ones, boys and girls, down by the brook all summer long.
Through escapades, bonfires, occasional tiffs, the Steppingstone gang stayed strong.
On Learning To Become A Guru...
Unbeknownst to this unsuspecting witty mortal,
a reverberation attributed to butterfly effect
linkedin to hotmail twittering Facebook member,
who resides within Bhutan, his dignified volition
accorded me magnanimity titled sage without any
influential collusion from Russians bestowed yours
truly with said honorably distinguished appellation,
which humility of mine humbly accepted without a
protestation, though never would I brazenly adopt
spiritual holiness, yet flattered to share such rare
pronouncements, when unsolicited feedback lobbed
in my direction (way before advent of Information
Technology Revolution) often tendered, kindled, and
belittled this gentle human, sans when bullies slung
byte ting bit torrent loathsome scandalous red zingers
targeting personal vulnerabilities, asper being under
socially withdrawn, painfully shy, plagued with speech
impediment (severe nasality) caused by submucous
cleft client, plus weighing where needle budged from
absolute zero pounds, topped with passive demeanor
susceptibilities conveniently converging to establish
this bruised Earthling ideal choice as scapegoat, no
kidding with dread to endure endless days, weeks,
months...a lifetime channel of opprobrious, noxious,
malicious emotionally demonic, cannibalistic, barbaric
abominable, damnable, horrible diatribes chipping
(dale lee) at what measly self confidence shielded
fragile psyche fast crumbling into grist for hungry
caterpillar, unbeknownst that flight path randomly
followed by a representative of Lepidoptera order,
would ineluctably set very subtly infinitesimal
fluctuations within air (currently supplying biota
with requisite oxygen), also training perturbation.
Across Dhariwaa i, with my brothers have walked
as the teachings professed come to life, we experience
no more the exclusion from our cultural being are the leanings discarded
its time to be our own critical friends, to be cultural allies and advocates for our families
the time for dance, song and ceremony is dawning
time for learning on Dharriwaa is our obligation
our youth seek us, our Elders seek us, so we must now seek our roles in the learning, our roles on country to be placed, accepted, fostered and passed on
the experience of life in our cultural selves is inspiring
living two worlds as worlds is our priority
humbleness and honesty our way, encumbers us to extend to others
Dharriwaa will provide, and we we accept with pride and humility
Minya nhalaay (what is this) - Ngiyani Yuwalaaraay-Gamilaroi (we are all Yuwalaaraay-Gamilaroi
My youngest son is forty-six years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
For a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the apple of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
© Jack Ellison 2014
For love of night I claimed my fears released them to the moon
like a crawfish in the sand I sifted through my magical runes
seeking symbols and answers but only finding the quiet croon
of a lonely seagull, over trees shaped like big black balloons
The ocean resembled tempered glass reflecting stars above
foamy sea spray, a roar, a wave then, silence...
leaping into the deep I probed the mysteries of my living essence
and found a kindship with the creatures of the sea
Watching a lighthouse from a distance I heard the foghorn go
three blasts from the lighthouse, "going astern"
returning to the amniotic fluids of my mother's womb
then reborn by the stability of past virtues, soul accepted day
For love of sleep I dismembered before the sea
diving into its partitions like a mermaid longing to be free
claiming meteors and shooting stars as my very own
I sailed away without a life jacket for I was safely home.
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson, and made me stronger"
_by Poet
_______________________
I do not have a lot of money but I have enough,
but there have been times that have been rough;
without extra money this life can be tough,
and often I have not had the money for foodstuff.
My health has been poor all my life and will always be,
but in time I have accepted my destiny and reality;
I think rising above life's struggles has been the key,
and I have a gift for words that I send on wings feathery.
I have been blessed with a family supportive and sweet,
through hard times they made my life complete;
but, destiny took them from me in what felt like a heartbeat,
so, now my life is full of grief with memories bittersweet.
I have known prejudice, emptiness, confusion and pain,
have had friends who added nothing and were just a drain;
and the past, oh the past comes over me like black rain,
but, I have gathered a fathomless strength to sustain.
_____________________
March 2, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Life's Struggles
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1333-505-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
as the late afternoon twilight years
of this primate become sans my exist
hence, more visible on the horizon
an increasing awareness prevails asper
how this middle aged baby boomer
(whose incessant, inconsolable, and
incurable wailing still reverberates til
this day - LIX exiting the birth canal
since January thirteenth ninety fifty
and nine) promulgates nascent longing
jumpstarting helping formulate doing
beneficial actions. only of late didst
an upswell to demonstrate appreciation
(towards acquaintances, countrymen/
women, family of origin, friends,
neigh boars, relatives, Romans, et cetera)
becomes a manifest destiny. awareness
crystallized within the recent past of
my life and hard (days night) times
this yearningto "pay forward" dirty deeds
done dirt cheap along the highway to hell
(mainly within a voluntary capacity)
to avail energy of waning body, mind,
spirit triage. until such a plan (as
per say traveling abroad - either a
lone or with an adventurous minded Ma
demoiselle) coalesces into fruition,
a daily strategy to impact my imme
diate environment in a positive manner
took figurative shape. his doable, feasible,
justifiable, et cetera longing (to contribute
sweat equity such as organic gardening/
farming, teaching English as a first, second
third...language, or writing opinion
editorials blurbs for a news letter,
which loving labors of body, mind
and spirit would be accepted would serve