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People are running for the illusion, I observe.
And believe what the crow says and swerve.
It can be found on the back of a military vehicle.
The country will soar to the hump of the clouds lull.
Even though the disagreement and ten quarrels.
Also, despite the gloom and the weather trials.
we were unsure about the despotic reign of the ego
Men are humiliated by this act, as well as their credo
At what point did tyrants' control become a collar?
Deliverance for those who are on the verge of blander.
Where are the intellects, and where is the truth?
We hope that chaos and disorder might result in soothe
Written: August 24, 2021
you …
held your “goodbye” …
like a rusty-edged old knife
we both knew well it was there -
knew it was coming
lurking behind your forced kiss of
cotton candy kindness
the one you’d spun from the sugar of
what we’d once had -
obsession, pure …
born of truth, youth and puerility
grown over years to a mildly
despotic, methodically erotic understanding …
we knew each other too well
but hell, it worked to our advantage
when the focus was flesh -
enmeshed and tangled in tawdry knots
of egyptian cotton
our mangled thoughts on
the passionate pains -
gray-shaded stains and one last
sublimely timed climax for
old time’s sake …
then …
to rake that jagged
blade across my dreams
the “goodbye” schemes you’d sheathed
bequeathed to yours truly
since the newly-crowned “he” lit your fire
(my ire, of no concern)
meant to cleave this fool’s head from
his incredibly naive disposition
those jaded ropes that
had tied my ever-fading hopes to
the whipping post …
your words of pity raising welts on my soul -
stripes of lost lust, entrusted
but no worries, luv -
they leave no scars to betray you
but they bleed …
oh yes, they bleed and burn
and that endless ache -
that fiery weep of my coursings
will keep me warm in the
dark winter of my …
dysphoria.
* This is a free verse form I call QUILIBRAT, which simply starts and ends with a single word, and has two stanzas of 22 lines each. *
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Stop present time now!
Let us go no further.
Let's enjoy the now, somehow.
Muses and we, sisters and brothers.
Batten down the hatches on reality.
Only stars dance, we staunchly state.
Reality has no maternity,
We slammed it dead at the front gate.
Of only insignificance, can we pen?
Strange murmurings of only moons
and stars.
Reality to die slowly in a dark house
of busy pens?
Of that, dare not your soul ever move
nor start.
This world of writing, utterly unreal.
Where imagery is some despotic
king?P
And long words you must look up
to somehow beauty reveal?
To then bow low and kiss a poet's
ring?
September 13, 2020
8:30 pm PST
In good government sectors,
Inside capital-driven outside energized urban environments,
In healthy cooperative societies,
In proper green-civilizing schools,
and domestically robust economies,
Outer boundary views
remain openly and resiliently cooperative,
while less universally compassionate internal views,
from within each everyday and night non-sabbath,
non-elite ego-fragmentary, yet still eco-interdependent, parts
may compete for fair healthy investment share
to become sufficiently noticed
known
and appreciated.
In privately incorporated company(ies),
competition schools
and within ZeroSum economic assumptions:
If humanity Wins
then Earth must inevitably Lose,
promoting political systems running away
without balancing ecologically empowering economies,
Outer culture-boundary views
appear ponderously, narrowly, thickly, impermeably closed-off
by past competitions in self-defensive ego-promotion,
While more internal cooperative cultures
may privately long for healthier resilience,
for wealthiest co-passioning market corners,
cracks
healing positive revolutionary feelings and needs
to restore paid forward forgiveness
healing neglected, yet still malleable,
co-responsive climate fissures.
Despotic WalledSystem defensive dogma,
personally narcissistic
and politically cynical
and economically sadistic,
with realistic faith only in competitive business predators
results in short-term divestments away from cooperatively-owned health,
with outcomes stealing from next year's
next generation's authentically open opportunities
to compete against time
to cooperatively win
Earth's annual health-market popularity contest,
A realistically healthy government sector
invests Earth-patriotically
ego-rationally
and eco-logically
in deep learning economies
promoting long-term communally resilient health
re-investments of and for Earth's positively energetic democracy.
Oppressed is he, a coward in his house,
A cringing serf, to the despotic spouse!
Without a voice unless she's not adverse;
His meagre wealth kept deep inside her purse;
When friends advise she will demand to know;
He fears her tongue more than a Stygian foe!
By misfortune were she to be my wife,
I'd quell her temper, stop her wanton life;
Then tempt her with the buckle on my shoe,
Kiss her soubrettes, then flog the wayward shrew.
The Tyrant Wife. By the poet Robert Burns
Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell!
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit, or i'd break her heart:
I'd charm her with the magic of a switch,
I'd kiss her maids, and kick the perverse *****.
DOGE DO(D)GE is a game:
Accepting praise - never blame.
It's a dodge all right!
DO(D)GE shifts Left - then Right;
Disruptive through winds of change.
It's a dodge all right!
DO(D)GE bans brains and skills;
Destroys the best in its wake.
It's a dodge all right!
DO(D)GE is a sink-hole;
A real musky, murky mire.
It's a dodge all right!
But, when DOGE expires
GOPhers will be paid their due!
No DOGE dodge for them.
For extremism
In defense of any goal
Is no DOGE virtue!
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DOGE: Department of ( "D" ) Government Efficiency
(D____________)
(The reader can Dodgy Denigrative Divisive Disproportionate
select his/her Disastrous Despicable Draconian Domineering
choice for most Disinformed Deranged Dubious Demeaning
"appropriate" Demagogic Despotic Desultory Despondent
"D" designation Duplicitous Devious Disgraceful Derogatory
for inclusion in Deficient Disdainful Damnable Disconnected
the title) Disunifying Discordant Delimiting Disingenuous
Deceptive Deceitful Disordered Disputatious
Decadent Dishonest Dangerous Debilitating
Deleterious Disjointed Destructive Dumbfounding
Demented Disputable Detrimental Dysfunctional
Delusional Destabilizing Derelict Disreputable
Deplorable Dissolute Defamatory Double-dealing
Distorted Deprecatory Demoralizing Disappointing
Dastardly Disruptive Desensitized Devaluing
Dicey Dictatorial Distasteful Dimwitted
(A non-exhaustive list)
The lifeless bullets bound as captive predator
in the restive barrels of the cold guns of war,
chilling cold as the brutal shadow of death,
waiting camouflaged in the dark,
wake up at the strike of the trigger,
pulled by the frenetic fingers of mad men.
The bullets to accomplish the lethal mission,
whiz in feral freedom on the wings of fire,
carry the predatory quirky caprice
of insane men’s geopolitical spite,
and shoot off toward the fated targets,
deliver the despotic message of murder.
Let all the bullets stop midair,
abandon their fatal flights of lunacy,
refuse to become the cold blooded killers,
stop and shed the facet of fanatic fury,
fling the fatal intent in the free air
and disappear from the world forever.
Let the life they get from the forceful fire
in the stillness of the deadly barrel,
blossom into flowers in the arena of war.
Let them entice instead the living
to breathe in free will the fragrant air
in the beautiful world of harmony.
We listen to the mute voice of the fallen lives
imploring our humane sensibility
to stop the contrived conflicts
of blatantly unwarranted horrendous human misery.
Let the bullets lie as flowers in the graveyards
of the peaceful world without war.
Written: December 05, 2025,
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Night: a single breath, galaxies stalled in its chest,
silence stone-heavy—glass melodies cracking.
Shadows lean softly against the walls,
not menacing, but patient—
listening for the flicker of a hesitant heart.
From a throne carved in gilded stone
They vented vile voices to the katabatic wind,
wailing whispers waft over wintry wear.
I grasp a world engulfed in fire
Every flicker a fragile fantasizing flake,
shrunken before bloom.
Ego prowls like a stray wolf
shattering serenity into jagged shards,
gain drifting toward despotic dominion.
We raise stone altars disguised as bridges—
only to watch them crumble
into dust beneath our crossing.
Buried deep in earth lies a singular root,
a quiet colloquy to a ubiquitous crown—
Life unfolds, shadows brood,
delicate yet enduring, thriving in the gloom.
And the human spirit shines with brilliance.
Graciousness forms
the apparel of the meek,
tempered in blistering
hues of aura crafted
with the breath of
exhaustion sinking
deep into the soul
of the soulless,
there it wanders
with eyes open wide,
a pop of life silenced
by its surroundings,
forsaken lands filled
with despotic nature,
crucified
their interior along
with their exterior,
proceeding cautiously
as it gravitates
toward the center,
connecting humble
origins placing
the palm of its heart onto
forced separation,
the wind wraps
around creating
sanctuary healing
the wounded descent
of sacrifice,
predetermined
by its antecedents,
a child born
through ashes into
the world's callous
ever ruling
appeal.
MAGA
Inherited lies by children of fools.
Traffiking hate and Aryan rule.
Indifferent to hopes of self-sustain.
Resentment and fear of broken chains.
In blood Ingrained with other's pain.
A lingered stench. A nation's stain.
So on they rant of good ol' days,
of us and them, "Look not our way,"
"We see you not," "Not of our kind."
They've hate embraced, not open mind.
Hypocricy beyond compare.
They will not see. They do not dare.
Thoughts and prayers, a spurious show.
If not their way, then off you go.
No second look to other's plights.
They have their book. They have no sight.
Warped, corrupted, and abused to prey.
It says what they need it to say today.
Promises empty and pockets full.
A bear for you, for them a bull.
"Just hear what I say, but not what I do."
A singular platform, "I'm rubber, you're glue."
Incessant lies by propagandised press.
Dancing for donors. To hell with the rest.
A decadent loser with disavowed fate.
His self-obsessed lies sow palpable hate.
This miscreant mogul, ineptitude clear,
infected a flock with anger and fear.
Privileged victims w self-righteous distain.
To them, their fate. His sheep for to reign.
A gentle pull of ripened peach.
Despotic trolls simply beseached.
Propaganda with a fascist Q.
Gullible marks duped to a coup.
Beguiled & riled & released on the hill.
Zealots and bigots, too eager to kill!