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Autumnal reflection
This is beautiful autumn, with no rain, no wind and no heat
soothing calm telling nothing about coming storms.
South Korea has solved the problem of what is needed
garish colours, mass banalities and predictable music.
In Ukraine, reckless defender of democracy plays roulette
artillery fire near a nuclear plant; a Russian game of taunt
EU has played all the cards, oblivious of people's concerns
living in fear of mass revolt by the starving and the freezers.
Let the coal plants roar as polar melts and coastal cities
sink beneath the sea and idiotic gender misunderstanding.
Oh, what beautiful autumn oak leaves softly fall
enjoy the shortening of time before the onset of winter.
The time of peace
Christmas day and rain, disappearing polar bears in the Hudson Bay
and in the USA, a frost bomb explodes over America from Alaska
to New Mexico, a warning of what can happen if we are not alert.
Zelensky tries his hands on Churchillian oratory and fails; this is ok
as his audience is used to their President’s awful stuttering and
forgotten lines are a daily embarrassment to be endured.
Siberian icy weather stretches its cold finger down to Portugal
where people, under layers of blankets, watch TV and experience
the EU, spectacular political power fiasco, blaming, as usual, Putin.
Who will break out of the stranglehold of Brussel’s dictatorship?
the hope was Germany, but she has gone woke, simper in the arms
of the US president; one suspects it has to do with global thinking
Every voice has to be heard before action is taken states; in Europe
taking dictates from Brussel, there is apathy; no one has the strength
to break out of the life-sapping bondage and feel the wind of change
First they bombarded the shore; but that was not enough.
Clever Kuribayashi knew how to fight.
Those storming the island did not expect a battle so rough.
Now we will see if Kuribayashi was right.
Guns battering the island made little stir.
For entrenched beneath the soil the enemy soldiers were.
In the night and out of the ground the enemy came.
It was then the marines knew this island would not be the same.
Under the force of the Imperial Empire all of Asia shook.
The Land of the Rising Sun has her greedy politicians to blame.
That's why after this war, the same she shall not look.
On Bloody Iwo the hearts of men grew colder and colder.
Will we be left standing? Our foe is tough and this island belongs to her.
Upon this place of ash and blood two empires fought; who really is to blame?
Guns, blades, and vehicles of war caused many to go down in flame.
These events you will now hear about only in a documentary or a book.
But quiet graves and scarred memories still remain.
Put out now is the hell fire, and gone is all it took.
On wings of twilight her hopes flew away
As day eagerly swam into night
Simply had not been a wonderful day
Stars in the sky were a glorious sight
Filling ethereal heavens completely
Showing her optimism so sweetly
Feelings of pure love were in the air
Could she forgive herself? Would she dare?
Evil doubts within her soul began to ring.
Her emotions were not easy to share
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
She sat by river on the south side bay
Figuring out how to make angry thoughts right
Gentle ideas escaping for sighs far away
Glowing in her dendrites, bits but so bright.
Plugging in gaps ever so casual and neatly,
In a manner as to not defeat thee,
Yes she had been betrayed, flayed full bare.
Could she release this anger now? Could she dare?
She had been the victim of a masochist’s fling
This humiliation she was not ready to share.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Gathered sorrowful ideas in a unique new way.
Determined to obliterate the blight.
Exploded with truth, mighty pen had its say.
She wrote down sad feelings into the night.
Enjoying her perch down by the sea,
And shade of a tiny bonsai tree,
Self feelings smiled, she remembered to care.
She had been lured to an evil one’s lair.
Feelings of worthlessness began to sing.
Forgiveness of self is now parading in air.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Joined momentarily by a fat hopping blue jay,
She knew what she had penned was amazingly right.
She reveled in daylight sun’s prettiest ray.
Watching the jay ‘til he flew out of sight.
Feeling this instant she was at long last free.
Absolved of blame by God’s glorious sea.
As she wrote it down and began to share,
Her heart was lifted by daybreak’s hopeful air.
Doubts flung out by a David’s giant sling,
Writing was cathartic, easy to bear.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
With a hidey ho and a hey, hey, hey,
She followed her bliss with all of its might.
Her words of truth were now in full display.
She knew she would sleep better that night.
Feelings of relief had overcome thee.
She recovered her soul life down by the sea.
The rest of her life seemed more than a bit fair.
For herself, she again started to truly care.
Warm heart full of hope began to sing.
Possibility of true love now in the air.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
look at me, what do you see, look at me
when I look at you, I see a pinkish looking person
but you prefer to be called white
I see you for all that you are, and all that you endeavor to be
look at me
when you look at me you see a black person
but you prefer to say that you see no color at all
look at me
when you say that you see no color at all, your saying that I do not exist
look at me
your degrading me and trying to make me feel insignificant
not worthy of you even saying that you see me for the black woman that I am
look at me
for I am someone with so many good qualities to offer my community
look at me
with a smile on your face, you call yourself my friend
"yes my friend" you know exactly who I am
for the blood that runs through your veins also runs through mine
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of mother Afrika!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of the first peoples of the Americas!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of the European slave owners!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I embrace all that I am, for I know who I am
My chariot arrived around noon
the quarry was thickened with faint
hushes while cedar and elm chased about
raw scents throughout the draw bridges lined
with knotted ropes of husk tainted with rusted
metal rings clinging to the sound of my footsteps
as I entered the coach daintily folded nestled down
in complete thought channeling sensual needs
beyond my beckoning soul pining away at the seams
a sheer blessed meaningful lesson toiled beneath
my bronzed feet wrapped in mink and leather attire
while my eyes whispered a shyfulness hidden behind
a masquerade of soundless gestures heard only
at the sound of an infamous pin drop
you've entered my house again
against all odds i followed aimlessly
amid my consumed desire for the sun
captured in your gaze exposing
horse's with seven heads i sighed
for ezekiel's pastoral conditions
weathered so beneath st francis's
torn soles eagerly you cringed
at the opening of yoni while exploring
ciaro's entrance abode an yet weakened
by surah's soiled stained garments of satin
revealing thy bosom catering to yusuf's
wandering soul piercing the mauve sky
breaking neptune into rapture formed
inspite hindu's mental wrath covered
in crawling grapevines upon mount olives
one would rather see madness than discover
the darkness of the moons sultry glow
tasting earths sweet nectar in a quiet realm
across rushing tides we'd meet again
crawling and clawing our way back
savages simply to be devoured
to soon beseeched by mere threads
of solidarity mirth and sweet virtue
HE READ WHAT WOULD BE CALLED THE
"ROLL CALL OF CHAMPIONS"
THE COMPANY NAMES THAT COMPRISE
THE TALUS, AND THE SANCTIONING BODIES
THAT RECOGNIZED THE TALUS CHAMPION AS
THE PREMIER CHAMPION IN WRESTLING
THE PRESTIGE OF HOLDING THE MOST
PRESIGESES PRIZE IN THE WORLD!
......KENTUCKY CHAMPIONSHIP
......THE CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP
......SOUTH ASIAN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......ALL FRANCE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......MEXICAN WRESTLING ELITE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW BRAZILIAN WRESTLING CROWN CHAMPION
.....THE GREAT NORTHWEST WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....... NEW CHINA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING
.......BRITISH GOLDSTONE TROPHY
......ALABAMA WORLD PRIZE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......NEW YORK STATE AND JERSEY SHORE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW GROUND APPALACHIAN CHAMPION
......HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......CUBA NATIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
......AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....NEW GUINEA ALL PRO WRESTLING MERCHANT CHAMPIONSHIP
......MARYLAND FIGHT PRIZE CHAMPIONSHIP
....... ALL TEXAS NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD TITLE AND MEXICO CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
......PUERTO RICO WORLD WRESTLING COUNCIL WORLD WIDE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.......sOUTH AFRICAN AND UNIFIED EGYPT CHAMPIONSHIP
.....RUSSIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING COUNCIL CHAMPIONSHIP
....MONGOLIAN WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING TITLE
....INDIA NATION NATIONAL WRESTLING TROPHY
....GERMAN WRESTLING AFFILIATE "CROWN OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
WORLD WIDE WRESTLING'S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
THESE ALL COMPRISE WHAT WE RECOGNIZE THE WORLD OVER AS THE TALUS CHAMPION THE ULTIMATE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
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THIS WAS TO CALL ATTENTION TO THE STAKEHOLDER MEETING IN CANTON OHIO TO FINALIZE THE SCHEDULE FOR THE TALUS CHAMPION AND HIS OPPONENTS. tHEY WERE SEARCHING FOR AN INDEPENDENT COMPANY TO SANCTION THE MATCHES FROM STATE TO STATE AND COUNTRY TO COUNTRY
a quickening naught I entered a forbidden space
just by stepping off the monorail
he'd beckoned my soul beneath thee garments
of my flesh eagerly I danced to the sultriness
of his willingness to explore mirth
his sudden rapture I suppose oh how selfish
he became wanting needing more and more
why there was no escaping his summons
no matter how I fought back he'd appeared
in familiar faces familiar souls unaware
that he was using their flesh to dance with me
a dapperness a calling charm arousing
my every whim effortlessly an yet sinfully
I adored his attention showering me
with a neediness a lustful gathering that began
with my departing Europe testing teasing prying
invading my thoughts i'd soon come to know haste
he'd bruised my immortal being tampering with desire
had he mastered me had he soiled me
I felt stained he was surely aware thee offering
something inside me emerged unleashing
emotional memoirs cunning tides rolled over
my aching joints I was but flesh in his presence
nothing more i'm afraid an yet
he wasn't at all amused he needed more pleasure
pleasure I tell you leading why surely to eternal death
calmness finalized in unconscious decisions
he'd daintily controlled this dance beckoning
my retchidness tainted by obstruction
pure obstruction of human matter as he bathed me
in a glorious light of confusion daunting task
thee ultimate tactfulness lessons of my living flesh
parched without death an yet a sanctity
quarreling about my emotional art form he'd given me
only rashins of such meaningless need
to feel anything away from my father's house
gravity soon began to empty this space
i'd wandered beyond the heavenly gates
entering a hideous submission I knew full well
would lead very quickly to only hell
entertaining this unholy host
catering to my flesh my soul my best
The Parrot
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and
not a word of thank you
Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse
flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt
for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read
the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall
It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day
well educated can squawk with the best of them