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To the Mighty Eurasian Troops, I see,
Thus, listen to your Capitan-Generals Who commands thee,
I, your Capitan-General wants to speaks,
Keep in mind that Civilizations run but ideologies go and commit none!
The Claws of the Dragon have sunk deep into the flesh,
Holding Hostage its Citizens caged and meshed,
Rise up O’ Mighty Troops of Eurasia,
Fiercely and Ferociously War with China,
Spare not the Its Ground Forces, Its Army, Its Navy,
Its Airforce, Its Police and Space Corps,
Take them all, lay them under siege,
Dispose of their wealth and ravage their forces.
Set the real people of China free from CCP’s hellish misery,
Wherever doth ‘Communism’ see march forth and Crush’th thee,
For God now summons his Mighty troops of his Chosen race,
To cleanse the world of Communism and its waste.
For this purpose, God has deemed this time ‘Holy Cleansing,’
Mighty Eurasia Instrument of his Justice, his hand of Vengeance against Marx,
For when he said,’ It is better for that man never to be Born,’
He was truly talking to Marx and his derivatives of scum.
Now is the time of Justice and China shall fall,
And all its satellites destroyed,
Clean the world of the Reds and bring in the world of the Blue,
The Cloak of ‘Our Lady, Mother of Christ and of Eurasia.’
So, rise high Eurasia and Plan from now,
To reign supreme and Decimate CCP,
The Dragon, that Chinese Tyranny.
They shall not be spared,
For they have taken lives without even cared,
The Eurasian Army answers' my calls,
Calls to war with that Dragon so Weak!
That we will ‘Exterminate’ it completely from the earth,
The Christian Cross shall be planted then in that new land of Eurasia,
No more, no more shall the dragon’s hostages weep!
China Shall and will Fall to Eurasia!
And all those who Proudly Boast Communism, its derivatives,
It’s sympathizes including Western Countries,
The Eurasian Intelligence will ‘Hunt’ you all,
We declare Aggressively allegiance to Jesus Christ, his Church and Our Lady,
We will rise to that occasion! No talk!
Philosophers, down the ages,
Have strenuously tried
To figure out language:
Their numerous narratives polarize
Into two Grand narratives, a binary:
Language is referential / differential.
This binary has yielded numerous derivatives.
On the referential side, for instance,
There’s the view that language is an instrument,
As advanced notably by Aristotle, Bhamaha and Dandin.
On the differential side, we have
Saussure’s notion:
Language is a system of differences
(without any positive terms).
Derrida, for his part, widened it:
Language is infinitely differential,
As suggested by his coinage differance,
which implies: language is
slippery, radically unstable,
which, in turn, gave rise to
mind-boggling derivatives
in this postmodern world!
Some of them are: Derrida’s (own) freeplay
of the (autonomous) sign,
Bloom’s (willful) misreading,
And Lyotard’s (incommensurable) language games
(which we all play in this postmodern space willy-nilly)
All these differences have led
Often to acrimonious disputes,
Couched, of late, in a language
that abounds in ambiguity
and neatly underpinned by illogic!
The predicament of these philosophers (old or new) is:
What they and we all observe
is not language-in-itself,
but language as seen by us—
which is similar to what Heisenberg said about nature!
These disputes remind us
of the dispute among the six characters,
in the age-old parable,
which reportedly originated in the Indian Rigveda.
(but now found in several belief systems).
It’s the parable of the six men
(as narrated by John Godfrey Saxe)
Wherein the characters tried
To figure out an elephant,
which, unfortunately, none of them
Had the faculty to see:
So, one called it soft and mushy;
for another it was like a snake;
for the third, it was fan-like,
And so on.
Thus, they “disputed loud and long,
Though each was partly in the right
…and all were [rightly] in the wrong!"
***
Is it to be something if nothing it is can be
The wheeling whirring cogs
In the cluttering clatter of atoms and stars
Whirring their physics into oblivion
Nothing more than the sum of all thier predictable parts
With their explosive destinations of entropy
A cascade failure of universal proportions
And cold chemical reactions
The final mathematical solutions inevitability
In the scientific frame work of gypsy fortune telling
That dark arrogant stranger of theoretical abstractions
Propounds its dilettante persuasion
It really is the end of everything
Blank implacable jigsaw puzzle of creation
No fractal derivatives intention
Accidental constructions of a leaf
And merely fortuitious energetic geometry
Have no basis in perceivable materiality
Nothing else is conscious
Only our minds and thoughts perceive
And we cannot give into the weirdness
Of any spirituality
Let the mystics and the prophets adhere
To those hokum pocus philosophies
A flower is a flower
A Bee is just a Bee
A clouds is simply a collection of droplets
Water just one single molecule of the sea
A mountain is nothing but rock
And sand is just a beach
Wind is nothing more than the movement of air
And light a photon a particle wave
All so elementary
Nothing so simple to explain
Despite all their complexity
And still in all the scientific clap trap
None can clearly explain
How such infinitesimal organization
Works so well with harmony
As if balance were its founding key
How do these miraculous events
Come to be
Try as they might
With laudable agreement
And back-scratching prize winning theory
To contain in particle physics
And inadequate thermonuclear dynamics
How they themselves and we
Came to consciously be
Walking through a miracle
On the sacred ground of reality
Everything so much more than just the sum
of all its parts
Sixty five years of tears and fears
strains, pains and emotional drains
Their destiny and love intervened
none nor nothing to come between
~~~ LOVE PREVAILED ~~~
Watch out you naysayers with doubts
love on steroids was all about
secured with glue, super sticky too
Holes and cracks permanently sealed
wounds and woes finally healed
~~~ LOVE NEVER FAILED ~~~
The enormity of this union abound
palpable, luscious LOVE all around
Examples of tenacity through turmoil
learned simmer through trials not boil
~~~ LOVE REMAINED ~~~
Unconditional LOVE preserved us all
support given whether wall or fall
We derivatives of unbreakable bond
celebrated with beautiful sing and song
~~~ LOVE SUSTAINED ~~~
Life in these lovers still goes on
in their legacy we as family belong
A timeless LOVE for the ages
forever recorded on these pages
~~~ LOVE CONQUERED ALL ~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For my parents-- lovers, survivors, heroes, both 85 years old !!!
Celebrated 65 TH wedding anniversary 10/18/2016 !!!
profit of lost souls
In the profit of lost souls
A twenty first century global order
where paper trails all but disappear
and trade moves at light speed through
Complex numbers and feedback loops of uncertainty
in a blink of an eye companies can die
and where nothing seems real at all
Fresh out of college with their MBA’s
young mathematicians
quantify risks in calculus of the mind
of binary systems of information
hedging and shifting derivatives of
machine driven numbers made mad
Of exploiters predators and prey
of slipping shads and profits in disguise
shock doctrines of deceptions and decay
Through the lucid shadows of terminology
at their device conditioned minds do their bid
market schemes of house of cards
in halls of mirrors and disguise
where transparency there is none
Where interests bleed the wire bare
leaving children with sunken stares
in the aristocracy of our times
when king midis plays Nero’s fiddle
to the burning flames of creative destruction
Metaphors of lust where hungry ghosts turn to dust
short term gains with blinders on the bottom line
cement forests over and destroy our earthly seeds
to darken that which wasn’t dark
turning living clay into warm decay
In endless glut for licking lips
reside in boss tweeds barbarity of austerity
proclaiming ideas of progress with myths of
markets amidst the wounded fauns
To those nickel and dimed
left stranded condemned to prisons of grime
where whistle blowers don’t dare and corruption
lies bare commodified amidst the pillars of plutocracies
with greasy palms and open pockets
Supply sided for the wealth of nations
where Keynesian's are all but dead
amidst the profit of lost souls
Commodities.
Traded as rapidly as futures,
sold to bidders,
merchants of misery,
bought and herded,
into cattle-cars, vans,
containers sailing,
on the seven open seas.
Women, men,
girls, boys,
auctioned into servitude,
stolen lives,
extinguished families,
for,
the cheap labour market needs to be fed,
an insatiable being desiring young flesh,
virgins above all,
the high-end product for high-street tastes.
Stock-markets fluctuate,
beaming their hieroglyphics to the world,
derivatives and bonds and those bonded,
into sweaty, damp,
vermin-infested factories,
stitching,
always stitching,
that prized designer shoe.
Have we looked into those eyes,
deadened by pain,
the light long gone,
with mouths sewed shut,
all innocence plundered?
Girls, women, raped,
again
&
again
&
again,
till cold numb sockets stare back at you,
bodies scarred by cigarette burns,
whippings,
slaps and bites,
cocks and fingers.
The market never sleeps,
neither do the traders,
willing buyers procuring merchandise,
haggling over flesh and bone and being.
Wounds deep, raw,
oozing pus and blood.
Wounds deeper still,
the slaughtering of souls,
daughters and sons bartered,
flung from stolen childhoods,
into the bowels of a living hell.
Look into those eyes,
look straight into them.
Do not flinch,
do not avert your gaze.
Look into those eyes,
staring back at you,
asking,
pleading,
imploring,
hoping for death,
wishing numbness,
as the ****ing continues.
I'm not culpable, I say to you,
and neither are you,
or him or her,
but,
we are silent savages,
mute rapists,
quiet molesters.
We are culpable,
our inaction condemns us.
We are culpable,
and so are you,
and,
I,
and him,
and her too.
Form:
underground governmental labs extract organs,
neon blood drips slowly to the concrete floor.
organic roots sprout growing through the cracks..
decorated bright magnets shake the instruments
of surgical precision.
duct taped mouths whisper out of slanted lips,
pass the scalpel, incision, cut, slice. wounds
heal instantly.
textured nitrile exam gloves tighten and are
placed on sentient being's, expressions fall.
skin once cold begins to thaw.
carbon and water separate, photosynthetic
membranes send electric pulses causing
condensation to drip up to the ceiling.
plant like derivatives pass prophetic codes,
biochemically changing their genetic disposition.
mineral deposits gather in the corner.
while aqueducts in siberia drain slowly into lake baikal,
energy seeking amber spheres float through the
murky water.
now a tall creature rises off of the lead surgical table.
and shapeshifts moving positive metallic-ions
around the room.
negative space holds itself abstract and still.
astrobiological chemist stagger back
breathing heavily through thier mask.
english teachers decide where to place
the emphasis, comma's become apostrophe's
and periods dark nebulas.
the equinoxes procession stimulates retinas to dilate.
molecular iodized salt is thrown over the
shoulders of superstitious catholic priest
falling to the ground and becoming holy.
Form:
Known Now, A Hidden Sweet Wonder Rarely Known
( Shadow Sonnet, form number 6 )
Green forest glowings transcends earthly green.
Masked veils waiting to be wisely unmasked.
Why hide the answer after asking why?
Would a forest's skin be only bark wood?
Can not earth's Nature also prove man can;
live in peace and do right by letting live.
Finding old trees joyous in the finding.
Many jewels found where runes are many.
Tokens of darkness just ancient tokens.
On blood-sacrificing stones, red stains still on.
Hope for greater insight against lost hope;
revealed in wood old savagery revealed.
Yet old timber growths you may still find yet
Unknown miracles crying to be known.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2016
Not necessary but still written in-
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
DEBBIE'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE- Final poem(first draft)
SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet May be written in any sonnet style.
The Shadow takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as
the words are identical or homophonic words or
their derivatives. 14 lines Should have a volta or pivot (if original form does)
Iambic pentameter is not necessary.
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Thank you so much Debbie for presenting this challenge, your generous advice
and sharing your great poetic knowledge.
King Leonidas 300 and Counting
It was 480 BC
King Leonidas with 300 Spartan warriors held Thermopylae Pass
Fought against the vast immortals horde of Persian forces
Lasted and endured the Xerxes army
3 days with 4,000 allied strong for Greece
Resisting the first 2 days in mighty battle
With only 1500 strong
The third and final day belonged to Xerxes
Leonidas lost 299 of his men to battle
His allies also perished
In the Persian wave of death that day
The Gate Awaits
Derivatives of angled forces bent on destiny
Armored warriors spears and shields in hand
In V shape lined to face the demon foe
With swords extended confront a morbid horde
Certain death to follow
They stream upon their vile inhumanity
Through history and to this very mortal day
Nourished ground with noble blood
To spring our civilization forth
That which flows through time forever in our veins
For freedom…. never sleeps…but pulses toward the light
That final perfect design which defines us
They are the souls of history
300 marched and died there in the sands
Xerxes in his promise to erase all memories of Greece’s fame
To destroy all poetry and poets (for that alone he should die)
Now sleeps, the demon that he is, forever
In an unknown grave
And even I cannot pronounce or spell his name
Evacuate, immigrate,
contravene-covenant
escape,
encroachment
foreign attachment
intrusive?
"Independent Culture",
solidify
political ignorance-political unrest
cultural arrogance-social injustice,
social engineering?
terrorism?
communism?
weaponsa?
corruption
disease released!
persecuted religious belief?
exiled
dormant hatred
personality disorder?
dysfunction?
pestilence
inertia
condemned
terrestrial inert, powerless?
indignation
birth right fundamental indelible
fortitude complacent
sanctuary-democracy
immigrant conform
forsaken incurable
accept commitment
relinquish phobias'
restorative
restricted entry?
foreign policy
foreign derivatives
confound plagiarist
"country of origin redundant"
global congestion
upheaval agitation
our jewel, our land
nurture, keep pure
middle earth
Godzone
land of the long white cloud
violence zero intolerance
acceptance (no more)!
take your foreign negative mind set
your drugs - your drug money
off - shore.
poach not our existence,
stem not for sale
return to your source,
peace will prevail
if you are living with
violence and or drugs...
...you are not living...
...premature death you will succumb...