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Angry was the man
Filled with urgent command
Need to take a stand
“Gun, I control
Being very bold
Never going to fold
My shells tarnished gold”
Child came along
Whistling a dixie song
Knowing something was wrong
With the angry man
Taking a stand
With a gun he controlled
Being very bold
“Sir can I have a word
About something I heard
You spoke
Deadlier than. the cigarettes you smoke
Bullets are gold
Even those silver, I am told
Littering shells
Heeding their bell
Ready to tell
Target hit
Slugs a bit
And when the tantrum fit concludes
On the slab victim goes, totally nude
I know I am just a boy
But this gun is not a toy
It doesn’t bring much joy
In fact
Heat it does pack
They once said
When not dead
Ordering drinks at the bar
Acting like a lone star
Sir
With your sharp spurs
You are not cool
To be honest you are a fool
What makes you think
I want this thing that stinks
If I do not go near
A gun creating fear
No tears
Will I shed
Sleeping in my innocent bed”
And that is how you control a gun
Just say “No
It is time to go
A gun
Is not any fun”
Replace the nightmare with a dream
Smile, dispense the scream
Then greet with a handshake
Since peace it will make
Cancelling a need for a wake
Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
Oh! soul, strum with every pulse, strings of wisdom
Be in the known, yet, be conscientious of unknown
What you claim to possess, don’t let it possess you
Don’t speak words of sapience, unless you are true
Borrow not thoughts of others, enlighten your own
Never be the shadow that hinders seedlings’ growth
Fear not when truth speaks, for a lie stings evermore
Dispense not haughtiness, when arrogance you abhor
Pretend not to be a giver, if motivation is to receive
Giving isn’t nobility if you deem receiver unworthy
Never teach others that which you don’t comprehend
Learn the ways of sage, inspire hate to seek amends
Judge, only if, you let others adjudicate your deeds
Be cognizant of desires spuriously posing as needs
Engage with humility when your ego dares to speak
Boast not in futility~ time will not bend to your will
Neither can you command a nightingale not to sing
Strive to embrace divinity, be a messenger of peace
Oh! soul, wander not~ search deep within to find it
January 4, 2022
In conversation with our soul poetry contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
They say: we are all aboard one boat do you agree?
There are many sailboats in the choppy sea.
Some ocean liners provide comfort and luxury.
Others dispense leisure and a drink on the balcony.
The star's radiance is not a concern.
I realize we do not view them. Wilt yearns.
Our murky self-portrait is enigmatic.
It is the paradigm stalker and emphatic.
We sat down after sliding into the ground.
We also have a similar identity around.
We have self-assurance and are proactive.
Akin a careful skydiver, we remain tractive
Our territory is growing with the breeze.
With our feet dangling outside appease
We are appreciative of the world broadly.
As I saw it rise, the dome seemed ungodly.
Man's eyesight is cloaked in darkness.
We face the side of the world in blackness.
When we assess a man, we do view gloom.
We all had to flee while jostling and doom.
Written: December 19, 2022
Written: December 19, 2022
At last weave bin released from winter's frigid jaws!
Spring has sidled upon us as delicately as if on kittens' pause!
April hath drenched hour land with life-sustainin' showers,
Two ade inn springin' fourth Mae's myriad of pretty flowers.
Thee robins have returned two serenade me at brake of dawn.
Mournin' due glistens like diamonds on my emerald lawn.
Those pesky dandy-lions ad sparkle with there yellow hew,
Butt, eye'll soon rid my yard of them sew yule never gnu they grew!
Glorious son-flowers salute Sol each mourn as if too say howdy-do!
Flowers nodded too there nay-boors urged by casual winds that blue.
Dainty mournin' glories grace thee path-weigh awl along my fence;
Too-lips, peetoonias end lielacks dispense there vary pleasin' cents.
Guardeners till thee soil two plant unions, carats end pertaters,
End other veggies includin', let-us, beans end beef-stake termaters.
Pleasin' aromas of broilin' stakes waft about from nay-boor's bar-bee-cues.
Folks gether on friends' front porches two sip tee end schmooze.
Birds flit about buildin' nests four there gnu-bournes inn my apple trees;
Ravishin' butterflys sample thee nectar of blooms, a-waftin' on the breeze.
Spring! A time for gnu life, knew beginnin's that doth us awl enthral!
Spring! Thee most delightful season of the year, the most joyful of awl!
Fields and fields of corn on the cob
As far as the eye can see
Sweet little niblets of yellow perfection
Tempting little old me
Must admit to this addiction of mine
Coz hiding it makes no sense
My skin has taken on a bright yellow hue
“Corny” jokes I always dispense
For breakfast, lunch and even dinner
It's corn, and corn, and more corn
Thinking of joining “Niblets Anonymous”
Been addicted since I was born
Cute as a button sitting in my highchair
Corn mush all over my face
No telling if I was animal or vegetable
You couldn't even tell my race
Mom cleaned me up and there I was
Just as sweet as I could be
Mom called me her “Little Corn Niblet”
To my friends, I was “Cornpoke Pete”!
The purpose of authority is to remain in authority, not to dispense justice. (Anonymous)
There are lofty careers such as chef or physician,
But none is so low as a politician.
We vote to send them to D.C. to represent us,
But once they take office they start to resent us,
And retaining the job is their only ambition.
We've a two-party system, supposedly better than one,
But they're constantly bickering and little gets done.
Each session is rife with innuendo, and slander,
And pure diatribe, and, of course, gerrymander,
But when they vote to raise their pay, they pull as one.
Republicans and Democrats by name,
Self-promotion and duplicity their game.
What a politician says is proving
He's lying if his lips are moving,
But we elect them, so we've just ourselves to blame.
Trump soon will start his reign again, but here's the thing,
This country needs a leader, not a king.
Kamala mightn't have been much better,
But would've tried harder if we'd let her,
And she wouldn't treat the job as just a fling.
Now Republicans are thrilled because they won,
But the uphill fight for them has just begun.
What they seem to disremember,
All power to them is not surrendered.
No matter what they may propose,
The Dems will stubbornly oppose,
And they'll find themselves back where they were…
Square one…
And both Houses work the hardest
When they're getting nothing done.
This country needs a captain
Who can steer the ship of state.
Let's hope that…somehow…Trump will beat the odds
And not continue second rate.
For the next four years, I guess,
We'll have to bide our time and wait
For him to tweet us just exactly where he stands,
And that the country's in the very best of hands.
Oh Israel I called you forth to listen
there can only be one master to the house
I redeemed you all to belong as brothers
as your service to me you have espoused
Why do you seek control over the others
by example my purchase set you free
my will I am able to make known
when you are punished know it will come from me
I will be the one who gives directions
to the one who is my servant call
my will I am able to make known
it is to me that he will stand or fall
You raise yourselves like lions in the forest
tear into my servants like your prey
shortly I will settle the accounts here
pray your coins I will not take away
By example I set myself as servant
it was you who I washed and fed
I set a table just like a house slave
upon it was my own wine and bread
You were purchased from the wicked
were set as freemen in my tent
everything you use is my possession
you will account for how it has been spent
If you are unable to submit to my direction
know this you can be easily replaced
I will not allow you to destroy my building
I can from stone make flesh and you erased
Every servant is dependent on his master
and a master example I have set
there is only one path to true glory
the obeisance of love you do forget
I will use anyone I choose to
their service to me I'll not forget
I will raise or lower those deserving
if you refuse a decision you'll regret
Accept my admonishments directions
the gentle voice I have sent to you
you have publicly shamed my reputation
It is my example you must learn to do
My father appointed me the master
as a son in his own house I serve
I have sent my messengers before me
My arrival will dispense what you deserve
when I get hauled out of bed for this
I have to wonder to whom our Lord
has to have listen , those to whom this
is addressed you know the scriptures
Amen , come Lord Jesus
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
~ Ancient Wisdom: "Age 50 is for giving advice" ~
A man is surely trapped in the jaws of a vice
when he walks down the aisle and they throw the rice
For from that day forth all he hears is advice
All his experienced friends tell him what to do
not to mention all the in-laws he has to listen to
And, of course, the mother and father-in-law
inevitably weight in with their say
on any discussion of the issues of the day
Let's not forget the beautiful bride
Her opinion she makes sure not to hide
She's certainly not just 'along for the ride...'
Yet now that you're 50, the tables do turn
You've suffered enough to really have earned
The right to dispense all the wisdom you've earned
And with that ~ Happy Birthday and Many Happy Returns!
To the concession stands at the ballpark in Washington.
Doing business with you is certainly no fun.
First, how much can you charge for a drink?
A high price of five-fifty for a Coke does stink.
The lousy service you gave had me fed up.
How can you dispense without lids for the cup?
Your nasty attitudes can make a person throw a fit.
If you do not like your jobs, then you should quit.
Fans want to enjoy themselves at a ball game.
Your service should bring your employers big shame.
The attitudes you display require an about face.
Is this why your baseball team is playing in last place?