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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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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..
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
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.
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