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Premium Member The Path

There are many paths to take in life...none are set in stone.
The wrong path can lead you astray...and leave you all alone.
The right path can be hard to spot...always hidden far from view.
Open your hearts and minds...always watch out for clues.

Be true to yourself and always stand your ground...never settle for less.
Less than you deserve...never less than your best.
Integrity, wisdom and truth...are things that you can enforce.
Remember who you are...always stay the course.

At times you will feel disturbed...by things you can't control.
Stay focused on your path...it will help keep you whole.
This world can be a dark and lonely place...never walk your path alone.
Choose your path carefully...there is only one that will lead you home.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member American Justice

A time for golfing after the crime
Crime committed but do no time

American justice is that what you call it
When guilt is determined by the size of your wallet

The government doesn't care if it's not fair
As long as they get their fair share

If Capone had paid his taxes long ago
He would have been Mayor of Chicago

If you have the cash, judges sit in awe
And put your actions above the law

A push for gun control is really hot
So their friends, the criminals, won't get shot

Hail the defendant, put his name in lights
Deny the victim his civil rights

For child molesters we need to change course
I would recommend a vigilante force

We can't fix organized crime and that's a sin
It's our own fault because we voted them in

American justice will never be the best
Until we enforce the laws like they did in the Old West.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Exemplifying True Love

Exemplifying love of truest sense
Unblemished, immaculately perfect
Virtuously great with divine license
God through His care reigns in every aspect.

Genuine love, offered by Christ*, the best source
Grants pardon and peace … provisions so great
Along compassion's grace He does enforce
With righteousness prevailing in bliss’ trait.

Blest am I to experience Saviour’s love
Despite flaws, ensuing from sin nature
His eternal gift from heaven above
Transforms heart for kindness-sharing venture. 

Vanquishing selfishness’ enslaving might
I’m propped to optimize true love’s delight.

*Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

February 3, 2020
3rd place, "A sonnet true love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri; judged on 2/20/2020.
Form: Sonnet

Afflicted

With pure intention.
I longed to prove more than what became ideal.
Insecurity can come from a variety of sorts.
Communication through action, not only words.
The value of times essence.
Counting the moments it takes to come to the realization,
I too was afflicted.
To appreciate a woman such as her.
Not to impose on exposed thighs.
A factious affair that could only enforce what was felt mentally.
Only in mental.
Still we became vulnerable to the emotions that followed.
I appreciated her in full.
In part to generosity.
Her stare,  the way she'd vocalize to the rhythm of her heart.
I emptied my time when I had none to give.
Creating a revolving door of emotion,
In due time it was never enough.
In part I tried to stop. Finding myself too far gone.
She too pointed in blame.
Everything that felt so right became wrong.
My face no longer my own.
But one of her past.
I shared fault in every reaction that wasn't my own.
I'd sit and wander my thoughts.
Everything she said I'd do, I'd never done.
A shadow loomed, knowing only to spread.
Finding it's way past the light of heart.
Soon the very words we stood upon filled with cracks.
I too, afflicted by everything other than myself. Than her.
Than we.
Just as the very first step felt the hardest.
The last one was even harder.
Not realizing who we were any longer, the trips to and from were never the same.
Both lost in the tide of emotion.
In the hopes of not becoming totally lost.
I watched her give herself to another.
to feel the same way about another, to go above and beyond for another.
To again become afflicted, as his face later became one from her past.

Premium Member Barbed Wire

Barbed wire seems a 'thorny' subject on which to opine,
But there arose a need for such for people and beasts to confine!
Cowpokes cussed as they worked with it mutilating their hands.
Sheepherders fussed with cattlemen as it spread across their lands!

'Tis said back in 1874 Joseph Glidden, who 'bristled' with the idea,
Was awarded a patent for barbed wire to provide a cure-all panacea!
Split-rail fencing to outline boundaries was rapidly becoming passe',
To keep neighbors' straying goats, horses and other critters at bay!

Sheriffs found barbed wire handy to enforce a judge's firm dictates,
To confine hoss thieves, cattle rustlers and other such reprobates!
Inmates trying to scamper through the wire were apt to rip their pants,
Or worse, might end up in 'boot hill', caught trying to scale the fence!

Alas, sinister uses for barbed wire were found beyond bucolic meadowlands.
'Twas used to enslave thousands of innocent souls behind its menacing strands.
Thousands of men, women and children were consigned to death at Dachau,
Triblinka, Buchenwald, Ravensbruck and Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Among its many other diverse uses it has even marched off to wars,
To protect gallant American soldiers on far too many alien shores.
Mister Joseph Glidden was doing mankind a great favor, he thought.
Were he alive today he might say, "My gawd, what hath I wrought!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Character

Inside my heart I have unwritten codes
Those values I enforce by self demand
Unbreachable, my lines drawn in the sand
Their presence helps to navigate my load

With age my principles have not grown old
Though times may change, the heart's still in command
I'll walk a line to lend a friend a hand
My conscience keeps my boundaries patrolled

And even though I do my very best
I make mistakes, sometimes I cross a line
That does not mean I'll compromise the rest
It simply means that I am not Divine
There may be times when I'm falsely assessed 
But my self worth is rarely in decline


    by Daniel Turner

Clouds Of the Future in the Present Day

Clouds of the future, in the present day

Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception, 
sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously, 
as though by default

Majority rule is democracy?
But, the majority insists on immoral high ground
and is anyway
the majority manipulated 
towards a certain tyranny

Terraforming our once beautiful planet 
into a controlled 
and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of 
depopulation.. 

An envisioned pretense of
coincidental hell on Earth 

Wake up sheeple wake up. 
"Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here, 
Move along, that's right move along"

Conspiracy Theory, 
conspire against 
pragmatic research, 
hard fought-for, hard won

Government agencies
working in tandom with 
and dictated to, 
by age old secret societies

Owned and controlled 
mass media oulets
and social platforms
enforce legitimacy,
perpetuate and smother 
the propaganda and the lies
Censorship of speech eventually.. 
All freedom dies

Technocracy surfaces 
as authoritarianism deconstructs
any and all opposition,
If you think you've heard 
of this before, 
sensed it even
you may be right, 
you may sense or see 
glimpses of truth still.. 


Does it matter that the weather modification projects 
ramped up in earnest 
from the late 1990's onwards 

employing underground laboratories,  
added Aluminum, Mercury, 
Barium, Strontium and more 

are bending, twisting and constructing 
new chemical formulae,
for 'we the people' 
to inhale?
 
Is this then,
an almost certain dystopian future
for their children too?

For and within patented 
Jet propulsion, Big Oil 
global system,

"Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along"

continued in Part 2 to follow..

Premium Member Edicts of Silent Concession

A wall patched with lies
keeps the cracks from widening
but mementos fall
books, portraits, medals, and gifts—
gravity claims all relics

curtains shroud the crimes
centuries of stifled screams
glass betrays the hush
even the floorboards confess—
house itself is culpable

clothes, ties, hats, combs, wigs—
the trinkets of faded grace
heaped upon the street
flames burn their false finery—
pretense collapses to ash

palaces demolished
cubes enforce obedience
bankers on the run
food scraps sucked from rubbish binds—
can't stop the way of progress

rebellion outlawed
truth is now rule of edict
ugliness is king
screens implode in blinding flash
we gnaw at our own silence

mother will not come
her arms obliterated
father shamed and named
we crawl with pitiful bleats—
orphans of our own making
Form: Lyric

Premium Member The Race Concept

Black, white, asian and chinese,
are so called terms to describe people correct politically, 
The N word and all other terms for degrading ethnicities,
are used to define people others hate in a manner most offensively.
All are offensive terms to use to describe anybody,
whether they are racial slurs or terms correct politically,
because all those terms do is re enforce the differences of everybody,
and does not re enforce the scientific fact that we are all the same genetically.
We are not only all the very same specie,
we are all related to one another genetically globally.
We are all for the most part cousins removed for generations directly,
making all of us one literal worldwide dysfunctional family. 
You need not be a KKK member or even a white supremacist, 
to qualify today to be a bonified racist,
all you need to be is someone who still believes in the "race" concept,
which science has proved does not exist among any of us.
If you look at others as being different, you are contributing to racism,
but I believe that harmony will occur when people start realizing,
that we are all just a bunch of the same homos, *****sapiens,
the only specie recorded with a direct connected genetic family strain.
As long as people continue to see each other differently and not the same,
we will always be living on some level, great or small, of practicing racism.
Form: Rhyme

He Thinks He's a Real Man

He thinks he's a real man

I know a few guys
who won't look you in the eyes
they wear a great disguise.... yeah

maybe you know them too

All the fancy gold he buys
real work he never tries
spends his days  inventing  lies
got no time for goodbyes...

but, he's ...gonna end up alone!

Chorus
His heart is stone,  his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.


Himself, he always tries to please
he only likes her, when she's on her knees
he doesn't like it when you tease
he only loves her when she agrees

but, he's gonna end up all alone

His point of view he does enforce
his language is real coarse
he screams until he's hoarse
he's surprised with the divorce

yeah, he's gonna end up alone

Chorus
His heart is stone,  his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.


I know a few guys
who won't look you in the eyes
they wear a great disguise.... yeah

maybe you know them too!

Chorus
His heart is stone,  his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.

yeah, thinks he's a real man
yeah, thinks he's a real man
repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
November 3,2017
Form: Lyric

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