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It's the same old song
of love and the world gone wrong
that endless need and want
that walks in the shadows of democracies haunt.
Is it a dream, some wild restless interlude
of sleepless nights and dreams that exude
the love of self more than your neighbor
and in God's eye, who gains the favor?
Give me your tired and your poor
just don't let them knock on my door
and who is the refugee you see
in the generations before our own ancestry?
Were it not for the passage of time
where would be this familiar family line
of streaming lives in search of the dream
held back by rhetorical bureaucratic screams?
Voices speak and shout yet remain unheard
trying to hold freedoms spurned by false words
content to keep those in charge in political char
when the people's choices remain barred.
This major-minority is too easily swayed by thrills
outspoken and angry at the use of guns and pills
but we are challenged at every turn along
to sing the same old song.
The future lays waiting round the bend
and what wisdom does America send?
Generations still to come
will look back at the foolishness we have done.
Cavemen
carved stones
into tribal wars
mans battle curse
Men will kill
over the color of a flag
old ways must be lowered
to half mast
United Kingdoms
morphed into today's democracies
where men are equal
and women sleep in peace
Kings are symbols of history
stones, inanimate objects
worshiped by fools
Scotland voted to be united and free
History's no reason for division
common values now unite
we learn of gods wisdom
with love, never division
Now a land of the people
of values and not ones ancestry
we have no masters
therefore no separation
The brave
the Pipes and drums
march proud towards future dreams
my Scotland, my future
United by God or face the gun
Assuming in a nutshell this house of ours here
in Africa
like so many things are falling apart
and then like this kind of love is the lover of itself
like African people did not care how they are differing
in the deen.
O Africa when will you stop being like anthropological
museum or station or like a political battle field or like a
strange place to strike - and - divide-and - rule out
something of our deen.
For see how you dovetail today
for see how it seems you may be tomorrow
for see how the world is suffering at your hands, or did
you not notice that?.
O Africa what made your lands so apt and careless to
accept an abomination as hash world difference for
instance yet you knew no need, yet you leave your rights
and duties and obligations hampering and sinking
elsewhere if not in the first place transformational
and sort promotional there.
O Africa were you not recently due to doomed to slavery
and by the grace were delivered.
Let assume that the claim is pinned to democracy, but
yours is even worse right than the well advanced
democracies and nations.
O Africa Is advise you to forget about dividing the deen
(since by naming you are differing most) and be
foremost bearer of it's flag for better and for worse.
The test scores are worse than they've ever been
How can these kids expect an American Dream
Most Democracies buried in debt
individuals max their credit, also a bad bet.
Our military is outmanned and outgunned
China can build 200 ships when we build one.
Their hypersonic missiles can sink our carrier fleet
Their allies round the world can make the job complete.
Their kids master science and math
Here kids fail at logic, no upward path
Their elite are engineers, ours have law degrees
We block things, they have world class factories.
Frenchmen riot, want to retire before age 65
Once the state gives, reversal efforts don't survive.
Politicians keep promising, budgets keep growing
Stagnation grows too; we reap what they're sowing.
Leaders ignore what their citizens want
We don't want an influx of the intolerant
Chinese don't have race riots, or student spies
It doesn't matter that propaganda tells lies.
We thought there'd be balance, assumed, not told
The media, academia, the center would hold
Movies would vary, opinions too
You wouldn't be shot dead, that's what savages do.
So, did the Republic fail that the founders made?
Will totalitarians leave our legacy in the shade?
It doesn't look good now, in a row allies fall
To Jihad or Karl Marx, who yet hears freedom's call?
A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way
He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing
our musing pray
Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings
Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way
And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.
Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?
To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show
Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential
For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic
constellations of integral systemic Voice
Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced
Win health Voices
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving
healthy democratic communion
Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.
You say
you need,
we need,
to regain control.
Control to overwhelm me?
Or control together
discussed and planned
and then implemented
as a partnership
or team?
And, later, re-evaluated
for meeting win/win GoldRule Standards
co-governing healthy democracies
of resilient
non-violent communication,
self/other internal
and external mediation
open to seasonally appropriate climates
of remediation.
Do you need some experience
of cooperative EgoNature
mirroring EarthSpirit
win/win giftedness
timeliness,
spaciousness
for ego/eco-therapeutic experiences
transforming aptness,
appropriateness,
appreciation for sufficiency
and beauty,
GraceFullness of this EgoHere
with EcoPolitical Now
getting something win/win worthy accomplished.
Do you feel you need
some overpowering narcissistic control
unilateral and unforgiving,
ubiquitously authoritative?
Patriarchal control
that means if you have said it
then so it must be,
so it is,
Amen
Mentally diseased
win/lose capitalistic control
of your autonomous value investments
expecting control over social capital returns
If you have bought control
then those who have been purchased
must recognize our true market value
rests in our return
on your initial up front controlling interests
Which do not seem to include
my best and healthiest,
resonantly enlightened
and resiliently empowered
win/win co-redemption
Sacred experiences
of cooperative co-investment,
karmic ease,
co-animated Mundi,
EcoMatriotic waters
recovering unrealistic
secularizing
colonizing control anticipation
by historically privileged
EgoPatriarchal
controlling evil winds.
The lying sewer rats have revealed themselves once again
a tale has surfaced without credit but begs to be king
this plague and disease has taken away innocent life
We all can see the scorpion in words published in a sting
the odour leaves an invisible stench deeply within souls rooted
Our nation has what it deserves
corrupted evil swine wallowing in self pity
crying over spilt milk bad eggs
Poor in spirit drunken by their lack of knowledge
wisdom is condemned as false doctrine to address logic
Where creeps the shadows over the truth
sandwiched hiding behind a mask
the joker laughs at democracies fools
This world is falling into the pits of hell
with rotten apples at the helm they form a circle
dividing people to core beliefs
Brainwashed individuals follow their leaders backward principles
God be with anyone who can think for themselves
because the trendy have lost all faith and love
they judge everyone by their own standards
afraid of the cross they bear malice against goodwill
Sin we all can see how you mutilate everything Holy
take one look into the heart of this problem unfolding
hide your face in shame as the day will come when you kneel
We all crave peace in the Middle East
and an end to the war in Ukraine..
World democracies huddle to stop
the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim.
We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer
where death and destruction now reigns.
We empathize with their agony thru daily doses
of this tragedy yet the heavy blood spilling remains..
As it tears at our hearts we can do a small part to
bring peace to our planet again..
We must weed out all thoughts of anger from loss until
light in our heart remains.
Just one small thing at least, as we pray for world peace
at the dawn of each new day..
When we get our thoughts right and our heart candle's bright,
we may lighten some lives far away.
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Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
My first poem on the soup:
Honouring the Wartime Dead
They fought with grit to save the nation,
From poverty, squalor and infidelity,
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them,
Who would suffice to keep their dignity.
The Second was really over the same as the First:
The freedom and equality that democracies offer;
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands,
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.
Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves,
Were engineered by women as superior planes;
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains.
In Response to My First Poem
As a child of four and five,
And right through my early primary years,
My dad talked at dinner about the war,
And of his wartime distresses and fears.
But a few times when I was really young,
He took an arm chair and gave voice,
To how he felt and dealt with his posting,
And that it was his and only his choice.
It was just him and me who had discourse,
So I dug as hard as I could but gave him his space,
For just exactly how he’d enlivened,
The plane of his of which he was an ace.
He called it to me his lady,
And from then on I understood how to handle,
Planes and all kinds and tech and devices:
That you should respect them and tangle.
He told me what the two world wars meant,
And suggested sexual sterilisation was at stake,
And that it was grit which retained the dignity,
Of the western world which did quake.
I am a political, scientific and atheistic poet,
And wished to allude to that with my first poem,
That I love poeticising culture and technology:
Computers and all that, ‘cos I know ‘em.
As a child of four or five,
I promised myself to give back to him somehow,
Most definitely in the form of a literary poem,
That knowledge he’d imbued in me, his dow.
The poem Honouring the Wartime Dead,
Also quietly murmurs atheism’s practical arms,
As my dad had quietly admonished mindset and action,
Without any reservations or qualms.
I hope that on the soup,
You find from me a good read,
Enjoyable but educational and with a view,
That lets you tell the bloom from the weed.
29/9/2015
For the A Response to my First Poem contest by Silent One.