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Springing up, like a cactus sprout, after the First-World-War,
The concept of New-World-Order did not touch deeper core;
Like, water drop on lotus leaf, it stood touched and untouched,
Sometimes it appeared ditched; other times, again, it got clutched...!
Thompson Woodrow Wilson thought of International peace,
Is peace, so simple? Do tensions within minutes get ease?
Did he, yet, ever think of such concept, in any way?
Or, any other leaders, on this, their opinion say...?
Is it a ploy, like monkey becoming judge for the cats?
Or, is it like the fox asking the crow to sing, as tact?
Why did the race-course stop, in midway, as though at random?
Hare lost or tortoise won? - Why no information, solemn...?
A New-World-Order, indeed, is prerequisite today,
It's not like an advanced nation, swaying power away;
Nor like an alien troop beyond nations control the rule,
And making all others, as though asses, permanent fool...!
New-World-Order is a system, in which, concord exists,
Peace and prosperity, among all citizens persists;
Caste, color, creed, sect, ethnic variations are erased,
Dealings midst beings are always compassionate love- based...!
Poor and needy, like twigs among bouquets, should have their place,
Care for others, like horse-tack, should control the cut-throat race;
Each, in this planet, should have their essential piece of land,
If anyone lacks, others, like brothers, should lend their hand...!
World, as made by God, must turn like the Garden of Eden,
Fresh air, fresh water, measure freshness should ever deepen;
If one thinks, this thought is Utopia, let this be one,
Won't striving toward such a state be an unending fun...?
24 April 2022
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Flying as lively butterflies,
finding new surprises:
down-hill or up-hill...
not feeling the October chill!
Soul lighter than the Autumn air
floats to undiscovered places,
and while the skies are fair...
much is seen from these shades!
Stress is left behind a locked door,
blood flows as a river to a delta or shore...
the happy heart-beat is a steady drum
that feels thrills until it reaches home!
Flying as lively butterflies, flapping long and delicate wings,
free and unconfined by inner feelings...
the heart is a kid who loves to explore,
to deepen his/her sense of awareness that's everywhere!
When a house is in disorder,
who bears the blame?
The father of the house—
for he holds the keys
and the silence of his neglect
becomes the ruin of all.
So too with America.
Gunfire echoes not in shadows
but in daylight,
where citizens fall
and leaders turn their faces away.
On September 10, 2025,
Charlie Kirk was struck down—
not the first, nor the last.
How many more must be buried
before truth is spoken?
You call yourself
the guardian of democracy,
yet you fund wars in Gaza
while your own streets
bleed with fear.
What greatness is there
when freedom of speech is silenced,
when life is treated cheaper than profit?
Trump promised light,
but shadows deepen.
If he cannot shield the people,
let him lay down the crown.
O America,
your citizens walk blindfolded.
But the day they lift the veil,
the day they see with their own eyes,
their destiny will change—
and the empire of neglect
will fall by its own hand.
Through bustling city streets, I fear no harm.
In twilight's hush, Verses speak, in whispers brush, Guiding souls in daily rush, shepherd's care.
In life's' complex maze, the staff still sways, In urban sprawl, His love abides, in endless ways.
"When life's shadows deepen, fear not, I'm near," Echoes through the digital sphere, In every doubt, and in every fear, The Shepherd's voice, crystal clear.
In valleys low or peaks so high, His steadfast love will never die, Beside still waters, He draws nigh, In modern age, His truth won't lie.
In skyscrapers grand, His presence felt, across the land, Leading, guiding, with a gentle hand, In every step, His grace unplanned.
“But woe is me, oh lament!” ~ Roger Whittaker.
Since you’ve been gone, my love,
Lo, my mournful heart…
how it pines for you!
This melancholy dusk
this smothering loneliness
this bewailing wind
and this foreboding mists,
As the shadows deepen
my longing grows deeper.
Since you have been gone
in the quiet, I lament.
O my love, I pray
do come back
to soothe my hurting heart
to console my sorrowful soul?
If not to appease my yearning heart,
At least come
to lull this moaning moon
for the teary stars of the night skies
Oh, do come back
to enliven this mournful milieu.
When a wayward gust of wind sweeps by
the rustling of the leaves
startles me and in a fit of sullenness
I begin to wonder…
Did you just pass me by?
~03/14/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge "L" words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Question for candidates:
Assuming you preach what you most exegetically practice,
how has your campaign prioritized
carbon footprint reduction,
investment in ecosystemic cooperative policies and procedures,
disinvestment in Business As Usual competitive self-promotion,
in both economic
and political,
secular
and sacred,
natural body
and spiritual mind governance
strategies?
Permacultural candidate response:
We avoid compromising our present
to invest in our future;
and refuse to compromise our shared future wealth
by divesting of our present health sustaining values.
Win-Win economic planning
seeks to optimize our future
by optimizing love's seductive co-gravitating power
within our shared present;
co-redemptive mentor to co-loving mediation.
Campaign recruitment notice:
Only
Experienced
neurosystemic experiencers
experiencing trauma needed to apply here and now,
with here-now therapeutic intent.
Only
Known
enlightened knowers
knowing co-empowerment to be called
for mutually informative interviews.
Only
Danced
emotive dancers
dancing muses
to embrace permanent full-time co-redeener vocations.
Only sung
light singers
singing power
to become songs
sung by singers singing
beyond Earth's showers.
Only whole-open-systems
compassionately ecologizing economists' eco-normics
need cooperatively transact.
Only full-living capacity eco-political ecologists
eco-logosing
needed to continuously deepen revolutions
of love.
Only purposive purposers co-producing and consuming
meaningful healthy purpose
wanted by everyone wealthy everywhere
at all times
in all places
throughout all spaces
folding and unfolding and refolding time's streaming
sacred vulnerable
and transparent climax peaking places.
in the beginning, we may say
we dwelt in stupor of separation
awareness dulled, driven by desire
oblivious to the vibrancy of bliss elation
senses externalised, thoughts blocking surprise
somewhere we lost our childlike spontaneity
enmeshed thus in a web of our making
boon became bane, joy the fatality
upon reaching the point of exhaustion
we froze flow of thought, entering stillness
our attention internalised in the void of silence
we felt strange stirrings within of ineffable joyfulness
stretching the time continuum to deepen feeling
we melded therein by softening attention
dormant nodes within awakened
purring in blissful joy elation
we assign to our bliss no label
as the energy divine stabilised within
central funnel from root to crown radiant
cave within heart renewing throb of bliss ignition
the happening both fortuitous and miraculous
wherein our presence was but a receptor
marked not end but a new beginning
unveiling unknown bliss vectors
with lower mind vaporised
oneness recognised as vibration
sublime fragrance accompanying bliss
soft divine light white sporadic manifestation
13-February-2021
Dance of Graves
The dance of graves occurs more than we are prompted to imagine. We prefer to keep matters of death fit into that realm of Afterlife, where the divine mysteries are kept far beyond our daily lives, which are too full with concerns about budgets, health, and childcare.
we tend the grown vines
ripe with this day’s poems
holy calls to harvest
From the wedding vows to love devoutly unto death, our greater spirits adopt God’s greatest gift — Love, which our hearts compassionately open to each other. The passing years deepen the enfolding love, but being far outside perfection, we will inevitably hurt, will in turns lash out, scarring the shell of our spouse’s heart or thoughts.
deep in the cold earth
gold runs in cloaked gleaming veins
sought by yearning hearts
The graveyard has spaced its sloping, green mounds to embrace
our beloved dead, who humbly uttered their vows with hopes of forever feeling the touch, the closeness, and the eternal presence of that endeared mate. But, as lives survive and pass on, marriages, too, will last and end. Th one who remains may, perhaps, go on in a new marriage…So very well does Heaven hold the last cries of those beloveed who’ve passed on.
three mounds side by side
dance their love story
the grasps of loving passed on
Paris is the city of romance
encaptures love lost couples so dear
experiencing an atmosphere of love
reveals their innermost feelings so clear
There at the heart of Paris
the Eiffel tower stands on high
looks down with its piercing eyes
sees romance evident where heart lies
So much love on view from history
the Eiffel's lense has watched it all
watched boy meets girl to connect
from first kiss to their ring select
Having watched the Paris magic
fall upon two love birds in love
the Eiffel looks on with loving eyes
says deepen your affection from above!
(Looking down from the city of Paris's central point of the Eiffel Tower captures the city's fame as the city of romance looking metaphorically from the Eiffel's eyes on the romance that happened throughout all its years.
Mad as a hornet
Obsessed with telling lies,
what do people want to imply,
Pulling you always in deep ****
pretend innocence in a mocking wit,
Taking privilege of your silence,
soon acquire an insult licence,
Sure that dodo will not protest,
keep taking you just east or west,
Frowns on my forehead deepen,
as anger eats me till a bitter end,
Tolerance that never was at its best,
Aren't you now stirring up a hornet's nest ?
Bless me being busy with sweet nectar,
don't tempt and try pluck my anger !!
Written Nov 26th, 2015
For contest "Mad as a hornet"
John lawless