Long Deformity Poems
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When Faith turns fanatic,
When the mind, like a sponge soaked in dogma,
When the lure of money overrides,
When reason is hoodwinked
With the promise of a Heaven in wait,
A terrorist is born!
He moves around armed with ammunition.
Joins other desperados with loaded guns and bombs.
Like horrendous beasts unleashed from the den
They lunge on a rampage, with threats at gunpoint.
In God's name violence is concocted
Spewing hatred, hostility, and horror
When interests clash, when the greed for power overrides
Between countries, tension builds.
In the war between Russia and Ukraine
In the turmoil between Jews and Palestinians
How many have died leaving their families wailing?
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
Guns roar, bombs blast, causing,
Death, deformity, and destruction,
Mushroom clouds rise high.
Dark clouds hang on the horizon.
Frivolous ideologies kill lives of innocents
Leading to distress and doom.
With the world turning into a battlefield
We need an escape from this inferno.
Combined efforts alone can subdue,
This formidable enemy of gigantic proportions.
United shall we stay to get all wrongs right,
Muster strength to catch the bull by its horns,
To let the doves of peace take on wings,
And build a world free of hostility and war!
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See the world today
Tell me what
the hand writing
On the wall says
Does it look so clear
To you
Does it worries your soul
How strange suddenly
The world has become
Take a closer look
At us
Are we all equal to live
In harmony and in peace
Are we up to the level
To obtain more blessing
From God
Or
Are we just busy destroying
What we can't and never will
Replace
The only one universe
That covers our life's
The only one earth
That shelters us
The only one planet that feed our needs
Now it Bleeds from our deformity
Only if we could see
The damage we've done to
The world
Would you like to know what resides beyond the deformity of our perceptions if there is anything? Just what lies beyond those wishful embellishments emptiness perhaps nothingness if such is this
idea tempts like sugar many of the “intellectual” nothingness after the
last heartbeat a candle blown and the flame simply gone. But it is an answer of the laziest sort a rejection of possibilities of endless natures placing a dot
at
the end of a sentence which could continue and bloom into the most wonderful stories? They
like to say that imagination has nothing to do with truth (as if they knew all the mysteries of our minds) James Fowler – and others – have opinions of a more stimulating kind I say open up your
heart for there is much more beyond of what we’ve created in churches and temples even greater
Love
and imagination can be just the right door but there is and there will be
even more just
Stand
still and standing look and looking think and feel the voice that speaks through everything let it bring the freshness and vision of what there is to know and then in a brand new humbleness gently bow
your head
to all the powers which reside on the other side of the wall which divides
Human intellect from wisdom
Dear Mommy and Daddy, where did you go?
Why didn’t you take me home after I was born?
Was it because the doctor said that I’d be slow?
Or was it because you saw that I was deformed?
I was so excited that the day had finally come
To see you both in person and in the flesh.
But, now I lay here feeling heartbroke and lonesome.
After nine months of waiting, I can’t believe you left.
You waited for less than a year for me to arrive.
I waited in the dark for my entire life.
From the day that I was conceived, I felt so alive.
But, discarding me cut my heart like a knife.
I graduated top of my class and got my degree.
I have a loving family and a wonderful life.
I have not been hindered once by my deformity,
And I own my own business with my loving wife.
So, you see, Mommy and Daddy, I turned out alright.
This whole story is what my life ahead can be.
Here I come, into the unknown world of light.
Please, Mommy and Daddy, don’t ever give up on me.
*Image of Stringer Davis and Margaret Rutherford by Fanpop.
Miss Marple's Nephew's Double Mysteries
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Agatha Christie,
Agatha Christie slights through half her years,
pens a fictional, Miss Marple,
a Miss Jane Marple by her peers,
Agatha's best sleuth qualities had a nephew,
a nephew named Raymond
not into crime stuff like his aunt,
not like his aunt who'd felt him as Rainman,
though he thought much of the world,
the world he thought of much,
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such as the Death Valley Sailing Stones,
stones sailing by magic touch?
some stones are seven hundred pounds,
seven hundred pounds some stones are,
wintertime,
wintertime flats fill with little quantities of rainwater that freezes so far,
day's sun melts the ice splitting it into sheets,
into sheets, they're splitting,
desert winds hit the stones that slip and slide,
slide and slip making results fitting.
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and in Raymond's follow-up study he did of Richard III
death and all,
death and all?
after his remains were found, his head was bashed repeatedly,
bashed repeatedly appall,
no defensive wounds led to believe he had no helmet,
no helmet had him,
furthermore, *Shakespeare's spinal deformity an err, he had no limp,
no limp or a withered limb,
furthermore, his remains were found on a battlefield setting,
a battlefield setting, not in a churchyard,
"A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse", alas none were seen,
none were seen near this Shakespeare die-hard.
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*Shakespeare's cast of Richard III in his play re his spinal deformity appears to have been exaggerated.
2022 July 24
He was not born roaring.
He was born smaller than expectation,
his spine curving slightly
as though the body itself hesitated
to enter the world.
They would later call it omen.
But in the beginning
it was only a child
learning how quickly affection tilts
toward symmetry.
His brothers moved easily through rooms.
Doors opened wider for them.
Light seemed to settle on their shoulders
without effort.
He understood early
that the world prefers what does not disturb it.
And he disturbed it.
Not by choice —
but by presence.
There is a particular solitude
in being watched
before being known.
It hardens slowly.
Not into hatred at first —
into precision.
He became observant.
Measured.
Careful with language.
Careful with silence.
If love would not be given freely,
power could be taken.
The crown did not glitter to him;
it answered something.
To stand above
what had always stood above him —
to force history
to pronounce his name without pity.
But power does not untwist the spine.
It does not quiet the memory
of laughter stopped mid-breath.
By the time the princes vanished
into the stone mouth of the Tower,
he had convinced himself
that necessity and cruelty
were the same word.
That is how ambition survives.
On the eve of Bosworth
sleep would not hold him.
The dead have a way of returning
without sound.
Not accusing.
Not raging.
Simply existing.
Proof
that what is done
does not dissolve.
When he fell,
it was not theatrical.
No thunder split the sky.
Just a body —
human, breakable —
meeting the ground.
History would name him monster.
But history never records
the first moment
a boy understands
he is less wanted
than the others.
And sometimes
that is where it begins.
Loosing the will to live,
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.
Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty was taken away,
Your resulting life is one big lie,
The truth won’t help it go way,
You have to see it through for now,
Vicarious in nature, one must stay.
So why the hell are you hiding,
Thats what others want to say,
Initially got dealt a good hand,
But now must cheat to play?
If the mark of Cain comes upon you,
Remains indelibly on display,
All will recognize the humiliation,
Of deformity you carry today.
When anxious look more hideous,
Idiots laugh, at a grotesque array,
Not wanting to get mocked or pilloried,
Vicarious life, that’s the price we pay.
You are a power
Have ever wonder
Who really you are
Do you accept the
Opinion of Bullies
out there to laugh
At your deformity
Come on get up
This new year
Stand up this time
You are a power
You are a power
Don't let no one
Pull you down to nothing
Be on you soul best
At all time
It sounds impossible
But possible
Only when you truly
Know who you are
Ask yourself by yourself
And I tell you when you
Are done then
You are a power
You are a power
No one is born powerless
No even the weak
Cos the strong can't be weak
So move around boldly
If you are already the person
You are meant to be
Never give up on yourself
Cos is only you can walk
Your ways your self
And that is not a lie cos
You are a power
Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view
identifying grave error surrounding values
many in this world today are complete frauds
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive
How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?
Good, now it’s time to pay
With your vote for me today
Prove your loyalty and appreciation
To further our political masturbation
Of you my obedient pet
Just obey
And please don’t fret
We need your mindless conformity
As we employ our brand of deformity
Time to keep quiet and do as your told
As we bring you to heel
If I may be so bold
It’s the same story
That’s old and retold
We prey
You obey
And fit the mold
Of soulless servitude
To the heartless and cold
Surprise, surprise
Your existence has sold
To the lowest bidder
Is what I’m told
Now come my pet
And submit to the F. O. L. D.
(Follow Our Logic Deviant)
Eric (and sometimes not)