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I finally saw the debate,
My spirits prepared to deflate,
For I’d heard it was rough
(Lies are hard to rebuff)
But I needed to get it all straight.
I agree that Joe Biden looked weak
And he fumfers when trying to speak,
Yet the bully he faced
With his falsehoods disgraced
Every viewer while raising my pique.
Why Bash/Tapper allowed him to rant
While ignoring their questions, I grant
Made him look like a fool,
Though, despite ridicule,
To his fans it will not disenchant.
Both debaters most likely rehearsed
And in private, each other they’ve cursed.
Still, to watch made me mad
For, though one came off bad,
It’s the other I’m dreading the worst.
And leaving all else, they debate on lunch.
To one, lunch time was waste, hence, break-less munch.
The other felt, lunch-less
Would no new glory bless
To UK, nor hoary
Return to old glory,
Lunch is a place mid-stream--
Island to which all swim,
If cooler breaks are fine,
Need for lunch-break’s genuine,
For, from stomachs come working peoples’ punch.
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Happenings |20.12.2024|humour, food
Poet’s note: The prime minister and the leader of opposition are usually at logger heads, and British parliament is no exception. A few days back they exchanged their verbal punches on lunch and need to break for it. No doubt, no lunch is free--at home nor work nor anywhere, still…. This ditty is in full favour of lunchbreaks that refuel and decompress.
Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension
Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension
Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from
Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation
Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate
I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche
While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression
Archetypes are not therefore I am
11th June 2016
Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
April is here
Spring is getting kicked in the next gear
Leaving is winter basically a whimper
Giving way to life’s beautiful day
Like the New Testament said
The cold of sin is dead
Started as a biblical wish
Friday is the day of the fish
It was Peter’s business that was a blessing
During a time that man was confused due to the world needing to do some confession
A seafaring trade he was giving that was his living
Get a catch in the net
Then sell it without any regret
Next week sweets and colored eggs
Will be reprieve to the fish that is ready to beg
“Don’t fry me in a pan while sitting on the sand enjoying getting a golden tan”
Said the cod against the angler mob
“It’s time to leave the surf for the beef stuffing itself eating the turf”
Mentioned the nice piece of bass avoiding the bait being cast
“That is a nice plan,” agreed the human, “We could start Easter Sunday pulling the leg of that little young lamb.”
“Sacrifice you must and as they say in America ‘In God we trust’”
The devil ray reminded after the trawler could not find him
Remember this thought during Passion Week
It’s interpretation one should seek
When understanding humanity’s meaning
Giving up the debate that uses arguing and screaming
During this break feel honesty’s power that is great
Allowing relaxation and reflection on life with a loving mate
Being the closure that makes everything straight
Don't Be Tripping Ya'll aint that Real
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Written By: Cur Dicit
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"a battuta? a bene placito"
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they talked for a while about
his sincerity to the topic
I found it strange that they wanted to assocate his
likes and loves to
her. It became apparnet that there interest wasn't in
keeping the couple together but
rather divideding them
so they would never marry.
He said he liked the woman casualiy: they were looking to hear
anything and move on there campagain to spoil
what he thought would be the start and continuance of there relationship.
The woman would routinly anwser question by this group of women who seemed to love to divide the interest of coupled peoples. She would put there opion first and debate whether her male freinds interest was sencire due to what these other women would say.
"What she mad for: ya'll aint getting married!" she spoke it with a concern of the opposite intention.
The lady and I queitly spoke of these people
and made a vow that we would make liars out of them. We left for Vegas and
married. We never told them we had been married. 3 years into our marrage living apart
and staying together sometimes we acted like we were just freinds.
These persons kept our names in their mouths like was sport. One day angered by the ignorance of the conversation I stood and told the dumb (blankety blank) that I was tired of hearing her fstupid words and knowing what there intent was had made me mad. The dunbest one stood and said;
"Why you mad aint no body getting married she playing yopu!" I showed her the ring and told her we'd been married nearly four years without their knowing. She all shame faced looked so dumb and I laughed!
When hatred and fear become a fusion
We live in a terrible land of confusion
Watch the elite dogs all bark
When they see the revolutionary spark
The problem is our world is burning
And the masses not caring is concerning
The reality is intelligence is what they fear
So they keep us dumb so we'll never be a peer
Men gunned down relentlessly on the street
It is through racial division we find defeat
When we are locked in a war of brother versus brother
It gives the elites an excuse for our rights to smother
Let us be clear that it is not up for debate
That you cannot defeat hate with hate
This is the world we live in but is it worth fighting for
And if we're ready to do battle for more
For many existing day to day is just a pain
So many with nothing to gain, so many slain
When I watch the news it is with a heavy heart
At how families can be so easily ripped apart
Forever burdened by the deceased voices of the dead
Damned to an evil system their souls were fed
And those who remain are simply here to ask why
We allow ourselves to live this atrocious lie
The machine grows and promotes the groth of cancer
And I'm not here to pretend as if I have the answer
I'm just another guy trying to live out my insignificant dreams
In a world that crushes the imagination of children it seems
If we are ever going to defeat the greed
Hope is something we need
We live in a terrible land of confusion
But it does not have to be the final conclusion
The Bait Debate
Franklin Price
2/7/2016
The Bait Debate that's what I think
Was the debate of yesterday
Debaters and moderators
For sure had come to play
From the confusing introductions
To the closing statements there
No phrases were illegal
Every stated word was fair
Beat their chests and huffed and puffed
Blew houses to the ground
Little piggies listened to themselves
Their voices were the only sound
Time for answers sixty seconds
Rules were made to be ignored
What they said so very interesting
No way anyone was bored
When the time had reached its limit
And the final seconds tocked
Continued when they heard the bell
Should have been electric shocked
Assisted dying is should be made legal
Because life can treat people unequal
The misery people face
Is not something society should embrace
I am a believer in pro life
Not pro intentional strife
I also believe in pro choice
Many people don’t have a voice
People should decide their own fate
It shouldn’t be for a court to debate
Suffering comes in all types of form
There needs to be urgent reform
For some they have terrible accidents
They have no one who represents
Some people have terrible genetics
Who face an onslaught of skeptics
We trust people to decided about food
Alcohol, medicines, gambling to name a few
All can kill one way or another
So why let people who can choose suffer
I should be able to choose my final demise
Without others faces compromise
I should be able to legal do it
And no one else just ever face consequences
After enduring their egocentricity for centuries…Gaia could no longer wait…so she summoned every entity on the planet…to listen to the debate.
“The humans think they are more important than all of you.” Gaia said….This was met with laughter from all the non-human guests
“I wanted to give them a chance to prove to us why they think they are the best.”
“We are by far the most complex.” the humans said, ‘It takes 30 trillion cells to make up one woman or one man.’
‘The next time you’re on the beach,” Gaia replied…”try counting all the grains of sand.”
‘Our hearts are truly a mechanical wonder.” The humans added… “a fact you can’t deny.”
Gaia nodded, “But our ocean beats with the same rhythm…and our oceans never die.”
“And if you’re looking for the biggest heart…in that same ocean it can be found…it’s inside the great blue whale’s and it weighs 400 pounds.”
“If you’re looking for the biggest heart in relation to the size of the animal…this also has been catalogued…the prize here does not go to you humans…the winner is…the dog.”
“And again, while we’re on this subject…your human heart is truly a marvel…a wonder for all to see…but your one heart pales in comparison…the octopus and the giraffe…have three."
“But we’ve built boats to conquer the water and planes that allow us to fly.” everyone present could hear the humans’ cheers…until Gaia quickly pointed to the dolphins and the eagles saying, “They’ve been doing that for years”.
“You cannot doubt we are much smarter.” the humans smiled. “Our brains are truly the best!”“Ah, but you only prove your ignorance .” Gaia said, “the moment you think you’re smarter than the rest”.
“I have heard enough.” Gaia said. "Humans you are truly special…and there is no doubt you have your worth…
but the Earth can live without you…you cannot live without the Earth.
No entity on this planet is more important or more blessed
No entity on this planet is more important than the rest.
The non-humans were ecstatic…the humans, predictably, were irate…
“I hope one day you’ll understand.” Gaia said..
with that…she ended the debate.
In a world where I do not exist
in invisible air my soul roams.
The sun would still blaze in amber light,
the moon and stars sparkle over ebony.
Rainbows and butterflies,
an epitome of silent elegance
would flutter in an abundance of colours.
Rain and snow, pain and sorrow, storms and hurricanes,
winds would weave between ancient trees,
dahlias and roses would still blossom,
but not with my hands,
robins would arrive and then leave,
humming birds still hum their hymns.
There would still be poetry,
just no words of mine,
left behind - would you become a poet?
There would not be no
misunderstood metaphors
nor concern about belonging.
There would be no recollections,
no echoes of my voice,
no memories, no angst, no scars
and that, which died, would not need to survive.
Maybe you would be happier - smile more.
No regret and no remorse.
Do debate about what is worthy and what is not.
No broken hearts - no forgotten promises.
No rage, no victims nor villains -
no turning the page.
No one would need to mourn for me
nor would there be a goodbye.
The music would still play,
but you would sing a different tune,
But in those moments of De Ja Vu -
that make you wonder - maybe that would be me
and would you still wish
to have met me?
In a world where I do not exist
I'm happy not to be born.