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Preening trains of iridescent blues and greens spread to full boast
Exquisite eye markings with blue, red and gold jewels foremost.
Adored by man, lots were made pets over thousands of years spread.
Corruption creeps need only take trains that are annually shed.
Only males are true Peacocks, females are called Peahens and they
Choose mates based on color and eyes displayed in male fans surveyed.
King of skies, their size makes them one of the largest flying birds.
Strikingly stunning, these birds are amazing visual stirs.
No man knows the exact day or hour
But charlatans continually preach of an Armageddon stour
Over fallow fields they their abrasive treatises scour
Softening the hard, unyielding ground as a tidy, careful plower
With visions of doomsday they fertile hearts do shower
Their seeds annually spring up as the perennial flower
With self-aggrandizing statements, continually their banal egos empower
Prophesying the cataclysmic end from their ivory tower
Predicting a scourging blight on every shielded bower
With their fleecing mantra distill a warning so dour
Ignorant patrons dispossess themselves of temporal treasures and cower
With presentiments of fearsome events that will this evil world devour
If only they would throw off the yoke of parochial tenets, emboldening discerning spirits with valour
Their hungry hearts would the chaff disperse and process the truthful remnant into a satiating flour
Sunflower: Personification of my Seed
Late spring I was planted a seed into the harden ground shell
Like a paw bearer laid me to rest I'm tired of this dirt
Cased covered in soil with brother seedlings round hurt
I shouted simultaneously spouted mind crying please let me out
Mom never told me while I was a small seed why people would eat me
Bees and lepidopterans pollinate my larvae so annually
I will face and tilt my body to East when I am matured
I need to shave because I have a hairy stem help me escape
Family symmetry based on Fibonacci Golden angels
Blushing cause my red florets I'm helianthus the Sunflower
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
09/24/17
My prison is a place known all to well.
It brings joy to some and holds terror for most.
The air becomes heavy as I am forced to listen,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was declared treason.
the opportunities keep on getting cooler,
but the techniques that are used have always been quite peculiar.
I begin to ponder if it’s indirect torture,
taking its course gradually over time.
I wish that I could resurrect my euphoria,
even so, I have to return annually and I have no choice but to keep this
nostalgia.
All I can think about upon entering those gates is my downfall.
In spite of that, all I want to hear at the end of the year is a drumroll.
I’m well aware that it’s true and good for me,
however, it doesn’t hold a good tune,
Oh how I wish it could have been a better melody.
Don’t tell me change is impossible.
I’ve done the math.
3,000 people.
$10 a week.
That’s $30,000 every week.
Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%.
That amounts to $1.6 million per year.
Enough to start a small business annually.
Enough to buy homes outright.
Enough to give dignity without debt.
And if thousands of groups did this?
Poverty wouldn’t need handouts.
Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare.
Education, health, pensions—they’d thrive on the dividends of collective care.
I don’t care if you follow this.
Just don’t complain when you didn’t try.
This is how we fight unemployment.
Not with blame—
But with unity.
Not with pity—
But with the possibility.
The greatest gift you can give a child
Is a career that lasts a lifetime
Wages provide money to feed your family
creating employment worldwide
would overcome both poverty and starvation
creating independence with employment
lets everybody thrive
If every working person that could invest ten dollars per week
Invested in groups creating employment for the unemployed
You could create better lives for everyone
Continuing the retired boxer’s
legacy by getting annual
screenings anyone who
suffered from traumatic brain
injury ptsd trauma rather
armed forces football players
boxers car accidents gun shots
including domestic violence
or victims of head trauma
recovery taking high
blood pressure high cholesterol
diabetes medication or
controlled substances
for mental health care getting
annual screening saves lives
preventing drug and alcohol
misuse due to self medicating
mental illness on Martin Luther
king jr birthday my husband
and I volunteered healthcare
fair senior communities supporting
awareness it’s personal to me
because I suffer traumatic brain
injury also my uncle Bobby Satterfield
boxer from Chicago painful death
many retired boxes like Alex Ramos
founders of the dignity foundation
for retired boxers suffering mental
illness living homeless CTE continued
head trauma dementia my family
is very blessed to be a part of
giving back to the community
if you or anyone you love suffer
traumatic brain injuries PTSD
CTE take the mental health
drug and alcohol screening you
could save a life from suicide
screenings are annually if you
don’t have medical care reach out
to local charities churches like the
dignity foundation resources
remember awareness saves lives god
bless all retired boxers and their families
And God bless the United States of America
In loving memory of my
uncle Boxer Bob Satterfield
he died a painful death
broke and broken I love you
uncle Bobby never forgotten RIP
The Autumnal Equinox
By Franklin Price
9/21/2015
The Autumnal Equinox
Is but two days away
The traveling Sun is half-way South
Will not be there to stay
The leaves on trees are changing
Soon most of them will fall
Putting hosts in hibernation
It's their heed to nature's call
Winter views will soon appear
Such wonders for the sight
The shapes of empty branches
Roosting resting birds from flight
The birds will soon be gone
Green grass will turn to brown
Winter winds will chill the air
Snow will be falling down
Springtime buds will then appear
To fill the waking trees
Replacing Winter's emptiness
Renewing life that's sure to please
Returns then the heat of Summer
The Seasons' cycle now is done
I thoroughly enjoy them
Sure I'm not the only one
It's still an awesome happening
These aging eyes to see
The changing of the Seasons
Glad it happens annually
Nobody from my hey-day
good enough to play
in today's NBA
That's what they all say
I say that's because now it's 'all work'
a 'day-at-the-office' mentality, like a clerk
but with multi-millionaire salaries and perks
based on individual stats, instead of unselfish teamwork
Time to pay a small fortune to see
a Chicago Bulls victory
Five tall, newly wealthy men
Running around a court
in $10,000 shirts shoes and shorts
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NBA stands for National Basketball Association, America's
top professional league. The Chicago Bulls are one of
the teams in the league. The average player's salary today
is in the neighborhood of $6.5 million per year. In the early
1960's the average salary was about $15,000 annually.
MLK day on every third Monday of January
Remember his sermons daily though you celebrate him annually
Before that balcony where the bullet sent his blood flowing like a stream
He had shared his famous words, "I have a dream."
He was no swindler looking for a benefactor
He was a visionary of a coming judgment by the content of character
Though through life his struggle never eased
He spoke of thankfully saying "If I sneezed."
The times were tense and highly racial
But today MLK's words are revered and held special
By all from all walks of life
To quell America anytime it's threatened with strife
Since then the colour of a man's skin is a little less sinister
But still far from the envisioned end of the baptist minister
The law says "equal" but perceptions linger of the otherwise
Many only suppress their hearts and wear pretence and disguise
The change of the atmosphere is yet to cause a change of hearts
Every verbal ceasefire being followed by some demeaning dart
If the God of Love inspired Dr. King
Disobeying evil law to entrench good without a spring
Then let God's moral standard be our guide
Let the law not give some too much to take in a stride
If God made them all and saw that it was good
Let not their appearance alter your mood
K. Muitherero.
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Today we spoke about my son, Michael,
particularly about his death
and of his only baby sister, Princess Alison
and how sad it was that the two never met.
Michael’s birthday was rapidly approaching.
That’s never been a good day for me.
I won’t sit here and lie,
on that day I stay at home alone and cry
and I seem to do the same thing on his death anniversary.
As of this writing, it’s been more than a decade since
my son was taken away from me.
I was told, “Time heals all wounds. Comfort will become yours soon,”
but I’m afraid that I’d have to disagree.
Time definitely makes things much easier.
The burden of grief seems to get less with each passing day.
I hate to burst your balloon but Time healing ALL wounds?
Some wounds never heal. Some wounds never ever go away.
Imagine the ultimate worst day of your life,
not just once but twice annually every year.
Imagine how it must be, being reminded twice annually
of the worst news any loving parent could ever hear.
“Your Son is dead,” are the constant words that fill my head
every birthday, every death day, every time.
Only on those two days do I feel totally lost in a maze
of misery, grief and loss all combined.