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One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night. Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.
After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal. Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.
Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil. Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.
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Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America. It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.
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In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.
10/26/12
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Deep into the world of mystery I find my heart buried
Until from tear-filled eyes my mind pours deep water
A sprinkled light so distant somehow comes to view,
But I am stuck in miserable muddle and I cannot reach
Shadows of regret and doubt create blockades around me
Cutting me clear off from the world and its inhabitants
As the hourglass pours its sand into my glistening eye
Sending me pleasant yet cruel dreams of the impossible
I see in a mind’s eye the fresh green grasslands in breeze
I smell roses and hollyhocks mixed with light, delicate rain
My spinning head is soothed in make-believe birdsong,
Though in reality I am profoundly crunched in filth
I gaze at laurels and lilies lapping in cool, sifting ponds
Beckoning my yearning soul
But there is no way to you!
If only I had been born in another life,
Yet even then I would always yearn for something more
I bask in hope—only in vain
For the hour glass smothers me in its salty truth
Burying my mind away from the faintest light
Shadows of regret will always be my obstacle
As the hour glass blinds all leakage of hope
-inspired by the song “Sehnsucht" or “Longing"
suddenly the beauty fades
and the masquerade becomes a crimson deluge
somewhere out of nowhere, incoherence reveals her uglier side
the stone soup of badly timed revelation is pure poison
the rocks thrown at my routine dream bloodies the strength of the center and blockades the solidity of my little world
suddenly enough is a microorganism growing impatient via the knowledge within the maturation
i become a victim of your black confetti surprise party
i want you to taste the bloody black jello of my misery
however you get the flavor of my personal version of icy cold detachment
all the ladders are now worn and badly damage
all the attics are infested and offend with the stench of incompleteness and indecisiveness
suddenly my brain goes in circles in endless speeds like a defiant spinning top
i wish i could give my own brain a hassan chop
maybe then all sense within me will finally come together
however my journey will still never really have a true blue definition
Wherever I come
At home
Or outdoors
No shore nor apple
No cloud nor maple
Only boundaries to appall
The inexorable wall
Neither dream nor dance
You are allowed
Lance upon the wall
Stops you from being a sky
Where you can fly
The wall stands to deny
The world and the life
As threatening as a knife
If you dare to defy
And ask why
No reason no season
Just the dispensation
Not toward the ocean
No dancing a waltz
Submit to the walls
Can any one live
Like a free river
Singing swaying sweetening
Swelling shining shimmering
Filling and unfilling
In a democracy?
No, innumerable walls
Ready to befall
A city Labrador
Seeking an ice harbour
A slice of freedom
Some moments handsome
No leeway
Everyday is installed
Walled blockades
Of varied kind
In front and behind
Take it easy
We have to live
In a walled ecstasy
Wall and wall everywhere
Baked black despair
No room to breathe
Pollution free air
Your breathless hair
In the uneasy chair
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22/10/2016
the cab driver already knew his turf,
no need for directions to go to map search,
he always drove down those same old roads,
knew the names of each street and how far he should go,
when there was a dead end, or the streets had blockades,
he knew all the back roads and every alleyway,
the cab driver also seems to know every song,
sitting in hours of traffic while he's singing along,
watching the view, observing the streets,
witnessing crimes right from his front seat,
his job was to drive, but it entailed so much more,
each passenger had a story to tell behind that closed door,
and as he took the time to listen, he then understood why,
the compassion his job entailed saved his own life.
The saga of this brave, courageous land,
A noble tale of ultimate survival,
As simple as a second nature born,
As plain as seasons turning warm from frost,
As sure as changes rule a helpless beast
That learns to rise until it breaks the storm.
Survival’s not for those of brutal strength,
But more so for the agile waking mind,
For stubborn willed to brave the longest haul.
They grab whatever tool is close at hand,
Adapting just to keep the spark alive;
One sees this striking trait from miles away.
With resource found inside a clever sleeve
They live, though tapped water runs dry for long,
And power lines refuse to hold a charge,
The fridge when turns to hollow wooden box,
The dinner spoils in front of famished maws,
And TV box to distant memory.
With meagre means to parse the cause for blame,
Their daily woes have hardened to plain habit.
A million brothers face the self-same plight
Of long, perennial, exhausting lack—
The blockades from a hostile neighbour's hand,
Made harsher by a wild, quixotic head.
‘The isle is poised to fall at any hour,’
Predicts the brash, proudest arrogant foe,
Who little knows the dour, determined mind
That thrives on less and walks the extra mile;
To Trump’s own face, the land’s not prone to fall,
Defying predictions of sudden end.
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Happenings | 01.08.2026 | courage, death, life, survival, Bank Verse
Journey on Jericho Road
Shattered grace in jagged nights on the road to Jericho;
Ev’ry step and ev’ry breath are filled with shame
I know I am to blame;
I build a wall to hide my face so you can’t see
All the pain I’ve caused – all the misery
The blazing sun rushes in on waves - this wilderness knows my name
Shadows trip my ev’ry step – detours crosscut -
If only and yeah but….
I try to sneak behind my shame so you can’t see
The walls I build – no possibilities
On Jericho Road
Then your trumpet sounds
And all my walls fall down, Lord;
On Jericho Road
Where saints and sinners seek
And find their Savior.
My coat is gone. My soul grows thin. I shiver in the sunburned wind.
Dust blinds my eyes but I still reach to see
Milestones of hope guiding me
To shelters of your promise for the journey –
Resting place – oasis where you find me
My wind burned heart in shade can rest – grace restored in tenderness
No barriers and no blockades to your loving arms –
Fear displaced and disarmed;
Rising from the wells of souls - I finally see
Hope stands up, shouts “Gloria!” a guarantee
On Jericho Road
Then your trumpet sounds
And all my walls fall down, Lord;
On Jericho Road
Where saints and sinners seek
And find their Savior.
Song form AAB – AAB
Lyrics adapted from the song Jericho Road
7-9-20
It doesn’t do any good to mind your own business,
if you’re black, you’re going to get knocked down.
Makes no difference if a hundred people beg them,
they’re going to keep you pinned to the ground.
A child is ripped away, stolen from his mother’s arms,
and gets forgotten in a cage somewhere.
Lost and alone the young child begins to cry and beg,
but there’s nobody who will even care.
Chorus:
Surely. This is not happening in my America,
all this news just has to be fake.
This does not happen here in my America,
there must be some kind of mistake.
It’s the land of the free in my America,
you can be anything that you want to be.
It’s full of milk and honey in my America,
where everyone has a right to be free.
The white, the black, the red, and brown,
each say they know what equality means.
But each will hold a knife at the throat of the other,
and we can’t agree on a Goddamned thing.
Every person works hard for the money we make,
but it’s not enough to even get by.
The rich folks tell the government puppets what to think,
and we will keep on believing their lies.
Repeat Chorus:
We keep on burning, looting, and pillaging our friends,
while they are busy building street blockades.
People turn their backs toward our American flag,
and take a knee when our anthem is played.
Removing our statues, our memorials, and graves,
if we erase our past, we’re doomed to do it again.
How will we ever figure out where we are headed,
if we don’t even know where we have been.
Repeat Chorus:
Do you remember that American dream,
that we had way back a long time ago?
When fathers still told their children,
work hard to get to where you want to go.
We can’t even come together long enough,
to perform this one single task.
Believing in ourselves and our future,
how can that be too much to ask?
Repeat Chorus:
So go ahead men, women, and children,
keep on looking for that free pass.
If we are not willing to do the hard work,
then our nation will end up in the trash.
(Repeat Chorus and Fade)
SHENIKA SIMS
the soil of my soul is so open to growth right now
i welcome the knowledge and the strength that it all inspires
once upon a time i was writing disciplinary sentances a thousand times or more
now i am being quoted for the purpose of the betterment of others a million times or more
if that is not Reason enough to give Him Thanks and Praise, then my People, narcolepsy is a habitual and a pathological liar that blockades
MALAKI MEZCLAR
there is no particular reason
there does not have to be a spot in any season
i just Thank Him and Procede....
much obliged....that is all the space i need
MARTY KING
what is waking up if i am not thankful
whether with volume or in quietude,
it is He that Ables Me to Be....
therefore I AM....Thankful
some may say that too simply i pray
do i have to have five dollars and be abstract
i shake my head to myself and with ease i tell Him....THANK YOU....
there is no feeling like That Particular Aftermath....
it inspires me to lay me down to sleep Happily and Carelessly Monotonous....
for some reason
around your fortress
you’ve built
insurmountable blockades
and from their safety
you thrive on lashing out
catapulting showers
of fireballs
and cannonballs
it took a while for me
to realize we were at war
I simply didn’t know
in hindsight it’s been going on for years
but I really truly didn’t know
I knew enough to keep my distance
and stay out of the firing range
you’ve always had me
walking on eggshells
why? I haven’t got a clue
after all these years
to tell the truth
somewhere along the way
I simply finally lost interest
so keep doing what you’ve got to do
and I’ll continue
liking you the way you are
the last of eggshell crumbs
have turned to lovely sand
and your fireballs
now look to me
like nothing less
than fireworks display
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 16, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JUN 17) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - 1ST PLACE