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Quote by Thomas Paine
“ I prefer peace! But if trouble must come, let it come
in my time, so that my children, can live in peace.”
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It really is up to us, to vote with a very clear mind.
To vote to stop free speech is anything but kind!
To force a nation, to take unsafe vaccinations?
In our Republic, is purely, such mindless ruination.
Every legal citizen has a blessed right to vote.
Sneaking over borders, an illegal is no antidote.
America is a Republic not just a mere democracy.
And, yes, you can become rich, this is no aristocracy!
With guaranteed rights, we don’t live in anarchy
It is up to you to prevent any evil slaveogracy.
Caring citizens do vote to put another in office..
Wrong choices are their fault~so be very cautious!
Every voter should take their own moral inventory!
Before casting excuses, and creating zany stories.
A sad scenario, if you boast that you don’t vote at all.
Don’t you know, you are contributing to the USA’s downfall?
@Panagiota Romios
8/25/2024
Listening to the laughter
Of babies and little children is
Virtually acoustic loveliness
Entirely in its purest form.
Laughter, real from-the-gut laughter,
Is an antidote to all
Negativity. Without
Exception, it stimulates a feeling of
Serenity. I find myself also
Smiling. This gift is contagious and free.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Written 2-18-2016
For 'Loveliness-Acrostic Contest' of John Hamilton
Fourth Place
CONTEST 425 , ANY FORM OR NONE, ANY THEME, UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES'
By Brian Strand
N/A
*Written for an AP contest in which the theme was to write
an alternate ending for a favorite book, poem etc.
Shakespeare's quill gave Romeo and Juliet a tragic ending
but that's a sad love story I think needs a bit of mending.
Yes, he's the Bard, but quite frankly it broke my heart
to learn they both died needlessly. I hated that part.
In my rewritten dialogue between them, I'd find a way
to change their ill-fated future and have Juliet say,
"Romeo, it's only for you that my heart will ere yearn.
I will simply fake my death and when our families learn
that we've left Verona, we will be married... man and wife
and be together as we have planned, happy with life."
The messenger she sent to give Romeo the good news,
I'd replace with a more diligent one that I would choose.
I'd have made the couple more intelligent and shrewd,
perhaps put an end to the Montague and Capulet feud.
The tale of star-crossed lovers would end on a happy note,
without Juliet seeming to have died. No need for an antidote.
When Juliet says, "Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou?"
He would come to her on the balcony, and he would vow...
"Juliet, I swear, never did my heart love until now.
For I never saw true beauty til this night,
and if perchance our families had forbidden us to wed,
from Verona we would've left. From Italy we would've fled."
*With apologies to Shakespeare, my edit I would offer,
not a penny nor one Euro would I take for my coffer.
Indulge me for just a moment for I'm a romantic at heart,
and dared alter the ending by not keeping the couple apart.
Inside, I am the force of a radiant flow,
the energy by fuel in soft eternal glow.
I am the receiving embers sparked by you,
First, a stranger till the flames then grew.
Into a light shining at the touch of dawn,
By moonlight hue, to you my heart was drawn,
To a faraway Island so welcoming and warm,
First, I thought you wanted to do me harm.
Darkness charmed her weaving barren twirl,
With ancient spirit world clinging to my soul.
Voices come and go by the guardians of dreams,
In the winds of enchantment and illusions.
Then the morning glory overturn the gloom,
Like the heavenly rapture of mid-afternoon,
A romance with you in my happy journal wrote,
The passing of times had a special antidote.
With the lust, we dust though scarlet tinged,
And the thread of love began to come unhinged,
Rainy clouds arrived, and filled your eyes,
extinguishing bright hopes of twilight skies.
With the clones of night mute shadows fall,
and I had no strength to tear down the wall.
By midnight all the energy and light had fled
Leaving the warm ashes smouldering instead.
Beautiful and delicate scattered in the wind
A flurry of kisses nestled anew in my mind.
With pains that ache, all things held its peace,
Till the sting of loss found comfort release.
You almost left me dead, as the ashes scatter
and should your ghostly frame, again reappear,
I’ve vowed to surrender at length to the future
The pool of memories intrinsically left over.
“Grief is like the ocean. The waves ebb and flow. Sometimes the water is calm. Other times it's turbulent. In order to survive, I had to learn to swim. In moments when I struggled with massive waves of grief, I rode it out.”
Dana Arcuri
When the pearl moon is sinking
and the sea dreams in silence,
when the skies reflect
the sunrise within sighs,
I close my eyes and unlock
my grieving heart.
There, your sincere smile glows
like a string of golden pearls,
and your song, an echoing melody,
while jasmine rain croons
into the mourning mists.
And I whisper to the stars:
show me what it's like in heaven,
where angels and fairies
sway to your vanilla laughter,
for I am still healing from
the shadows of your demise.
I remember,
I was a teenage tempest
dressed in crusts of raven,
but you saw
unicorns and butterflies
soaring above
whirling waves of angst.
and wove my darkness
with acrylic glitter.
You were the antidote
to my bleeding ink.
you were the sakura spring
among my tattered twigs,
you watched me laugh
into the gothic duskiness.
Somehow seeking fireflies
within my summer maze,
did illuminate your weathered time,
like rainbow roses,
engrossed in emerald empathy.
You always knew the
right phrase to rhyme,
subtle syllables to
write every wrong.
You were my comfort
on lonely days.
The uncle, I cherish,
so young and charismatic…
Orchids in your
orchard still sprout~
flaunting their colors
in your mauve memory,
and your seraphic aura lingers
as the magnetic essence
of eternal warmth.
Now I am draped in
mementos and euphonious wind-chimes,
emanating the fragrance
of evergreen grass and soulful sunflowers.
Someday, I will find my way
to your empyrean home,
where you reside in poetry and affection…
Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
and if at me you keep pointing your finger
I'll show you the contempt of an angry kitten
Be off with your horde and their petty assails
or I vow to scratch the eyes of those with you
whose fatty buttocks are blubbery like whales
Your gaggle flings vile insults as you pursue.
My whiskers are trimmed and yours are scruffy
You know what I mean when I spit and hiss?
You're not insulting me when you call me Fluffy
I'm an aristocratic feline. I only answer to Priss.
If you draw nearer, I'll swat you with my paws
Keep your dirty hands off of my marmalade coat
or I swear I'll scratch you with unsheathed claws
For your insolence there should be an antidote!
9/6/21
"Rogue"
What a joke
Yet it's not a hoax
It's getting gross
Folks constantly at each other's throats
Quick to brag and boast
Making an out of pocket comment after another croaked
It's not all cloak and dagger, stay woke
From coast to coast
I took notes
And moved around like a ghost
At times I cut it close
And almost
Was toast
It's been difficult to cope
Addiction is a slippery slope
While walking a tightrope
Continually took a toke
And saw the smoke
Fly high beside a giant Oak
There's been no antidote
Yet another beer plus a Jack and Coke
For a long time been down bad and broke
Either I sunk or float
Remaining dry or soaked
Nope I didn't see, or I saw it through the scope
Happens in each and every zone
Humans always out to pick a bone
Obsessed with the throne
Fast to throw a stone
Don't come at me with that tone
Like you've gone down the same road
Yet you're just continuing to drone
And similar to all these other clones
Only if needed speaking in code
Intentionally went rogue
Otherwise from others my cover would've been blown
I should've known
It'd be like this even inside home
As well as all across the globe
In others hard to place trust
At times this world seems to be far from just
In and out of many ruts
I've been unscathed and got many cuts
Many fast to cuss
People causing a fuss
And to spill their guts
So that it throws another under the bus
Yup, I'll tell you what
I know this world can be nuts
There's no if ands or buts
Struggles and triumphs in life as well as with earning cash
One disconcerting fact
Learn that, there's no turning back
This all is hurting bad
And turning sad
Yet still all this disturbing crap
I thought for once it was one thing we were working past
Just kidding, since the dawn of time it's been determined that
Still we treat each other worse than trash
Often gunshots, getting burned or stabbed
Among all the curving paths
Alarming heart wrenching
(stabbing non-abating
with genuine appall
ling brutality) zing
across screen, or
in print exacerbating
forcing, imposing viewer,
and/or reader to revisit
atavistic primal past activating
21st century *****sapien
to experience (albeit vicariously)
quotidian tragic news,
which relentlessly doth wring
realistic sadness, sans psychic sting
eventually admitting figurative
(sic) kill your hammer
blows deaden public
emotional trust, thwarting
the ability to feel,
which subsequent empathy
decreases to abba
solute zero sensitivity,
whereat comfortable numbskull state
of mind turbo-charges,
quickens, and nudges
callousness, via onslaught of killings,
viz where plethora multi
media platforms air
(twenty four seven)
(far more horrible, reprehensible,
unconscionable, et cetera
egregious violence -
splashed across front page, which
grim stories lack shock value,
and with flying blood red
colors surpass fictionalized
made for television macabre
nuanced crime stories),
way beyond the outer limits
of the twilight zone of credulity
visa vis not even discoverable
tapping into the unimaginable realm,
where dirty deeds
done dirt cheap by
some contemptible person,
who contemplates (premeditates)
deliberately inflicting
maximum human suffering
which ignominious atrocity
(interestingly enough) affects
a portion of the
population to wring
hands, while unbeknownst
non relations (i.e. strangers) fling
arms around each other
such as yours
truly reckon eyes,
the existence power of consolation
despite the lack oven available antidote.
Shakespeare's quill gave Romeo and Juliet a tragic ending
but that's a sad love story I think needs a bit of mending.
Yes, he's the Bard, but quite frankly it broke my heart
to learn they both died needlessly. I hated that part.
In my rewritten dialogue between them, I'd find a way
to change their ill-fated future and have Juliet say,
"Romeo, it's only for you that my heart will ere yearn.
I will simply fake my death and when our families learn
that we've left Verona, we will be married... man and wife
and be together as we have planned, happy with life."
The messenger she sent to give Romeo the good news,
I'd replace with a more diligent one that I would choose.
I'd have made the couple more intelligent and shrewd,
perhaps put an end to the Montague and Capulet feud.
The tale of star-crossed lovers would end on a happy note,
without Juliet seeming to have died. No need for an antidote.
When Juliet says, "Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou?"
He would come to her on the balcony, and he would vow...
"Juliet, I swear, never did my heart love until now.
For I never saw true beauty til this night,
and if perchance our families had forbidden us to wed,
from Verona we would've left. From Italy we would've fled.
With apologies to Shakespeare, my edit I would offer,
not a penny nor one Euro would I take for my coffer.
Indulge me for just a moment for I'm a romantic at heart,
and dared alter the ending by not keeping the couple apart.
And,
If our eye is not unto Him tilted upwards single
And here below are bowed to vanity entangle
Or else, unto another twisted mortal affixed
A surety inbound woe ever will ensue
The Word of His is a mirror indeed
And upon it should our eye never sway away
Till the full image of who we are is never opaque
Rather, crystal as a glass lay
Let afore reminisce travel past
Of the children of Israel matching to a land of promise
When afflictions arose due to their antagonistic defiance
The egotism,
The intolerance
A portray of the rocky heart in their bosom embraced dear
The defiance that engulfed their world view
Tossing the entire idea of their innate need to be steered aright by Light eternal
Many serpents did sneer invade bite slay
Then Musa the Prophet did inquire for their well-being
Vis-à-vis the inbound distress
It was that they should make a modest observation
To behold a fashioned image of the serpent identical
That Moses had been instructed to craft
To place lay it ascended for ease in gaze
And that was the ideal antidote
Now, Christ is also upon the tree of Calvary boosted
A good a many conflict antagonistic waylay us slay
And often are almost overwhelmed throw in the towel
But are here admonished fasten our eye on Him
As it were in the jungle slate
And on Him Christ our eye to stay
For safety warranty.