Long Entitlements Poems
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One man’s paradise is often another’s perdition
And from prejudice arise people’s positions
All seek selfish weal, to shift every woe
Upon those they deem as detestable foes
Duty and Sacrifice — so often prated by
Those beyond the burdens of their lies
If both men and women could but empathize
And see another’s pain as their own torment
They would rein in their entitlements
And make allowances for the needs of others
For when all place first the comfort of another
Who could possibly be left wanting or enraged
In a world remade in kindly heavenly image?
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The Peak is Really Lonely
When my mind I unlocked inside to go to places unknown
On the wings of poesy, when my quill hungered for more
And more lyrics churning between pun and spin, more
And more into spheres of membranes hitherto unknown
To my conscious mind I uncovered, and wrote things unknown.
Oh, if imagination charted my ways into future more and more,
Memory of my cells pulled me into the minds more and more
Of my ancient ancestors, down, down into times unknown.
But between future enticements and past entitlements lost
I my fleeting present, and began to live only in my writing;
Where am I?
What am I?
And why does my family feel lonely?
‘What a beautiful mind!’
‘What a beautiful head, he has lost!’
Their laments are so silent, so away, away;
Still biting, still smiting,
My psyche with love;
Slowly, slowly, I feel the truth;
The peak is really lonely.
Music is space between vibrations.
Dance is space between movements.
Beauty is space between arts.
Time is space between transformations.
Life is space between souls.
Stillness is space between thoughts.
Humanity is space between integrities.
Wisdom is space between trial and error.
Mistakes well learned
Ego is space between must-win and always-right.
No room for kindness or compassion
Freedom is space between choices.
Stop saying “I have no choice”
Uncertainty is space between transitions.
Broken crystal ball
Blame is space between irresponsibility.
Including self-blame
Unhappiness is space between entitlements.
World owes you nothing
Silence is space between turbulence.
Fiercely muted
Belief is space between dreams.
Cargo of fulfillment
Do you remember ever holding your deeds.? Paper
Links to real estate freehold' an epitome; one seed.'
Of human independance.? Be that what it may be? In
A bundle of actions' often tersely displayed dotted
Lines on draughtsmans paper-like a greaseproof affair'
Pages upon pages quite a bundle i declare.' Swirls of
Trees there depicted solid lines for the boundries. Dotted
For water or gas? Pastel shaded sections everything
That you had' shown by the inch and draughted with care
On your 'title in freehold' all was done for you there'
And then in the noughties.!! Everything changed? when
You recieved your entitlements (nothing was the same)
One sheet came out of a printer with no history there .?
No notes in 'the margins' cause they neither were as spare!
Just your name' and brief details, the sum of the sale this they'd made!
All so bland and impersonal' my thoughts were assailed.'
I complained to the lawyer..Who informed me they're real!
Yet i saw anyone could get a copy.' I did not like the feel; of this deal.!
I requested the familiar ones!! She said they are now gone.'
And no longer legal.? My thoughts were whats going on??
Its like the worth is devalued!! in a communist way??
Oh no I was informed all is..As it was! And all's still au' faire
Then there were cases a few years along of deeds being
Downloaded to take mortgages upon.? The freeholder
Not knowing' till the imposters default.' Then the baliffs
Came calling to posses' what was bought.? Causing
Heartache and trauma un-needed legal re course.' All this
Should be telling us whats occuring with legality whole'
I now see I've been robbed lied to and cheated in short
The real deeds..The were stole.) There must be many of
You out there with just such a case? The redress would
Be worth chasing.' Indeed to stop the erase' of a pillar
Of freedom that maybe even Russia has re-built? not to mention
Re imbursements make them pay to the hilt.' There may
Be those on the street' who fell foul of this all?? Their
Only fault being too trusting' in the failing city halls!
Paraded endlessly, this spectacle the Elephants know to be degrading,
And their counterparts from the sea , the Orcas, resist in captivity
By refusing to unfurl their proud dorsal fin, stings my eyes like a gnat
Lodged in my cortex, no amount of profit seems to dislodge.
Waking from my dream, I notice the old man waving to the crowd,
Gesturing wildly, as if warning of something no-one has yet seen.
Every evolution of Plybinium Quasar, the spectacle increases, with
Dogs leaping and biting at the air, and Neptunes, of disproportionate
Size, unable (or unwilling) to allow the pain to subside.
The viewing platform, constructed entirely of entitlements, teeters
Vicariously in the breeze, with the prominent attendees smiling, despite
Frostbite, inching up their extended promises.
Utilizing “light-track” technology, the time hoppers applaud
At pre-determined intervals, a strenuous exercise for sure,
Given the time restraints imposed by the counters in the Humbolt Quasar.
In this unfamiliar atmosphere, what clean air there is left to breathe
Smells pretty bad, like a cake frosted with sulfur.
01/10/11
9:46 pm
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Emoticon Yellows
If I were rich, which is a crime
I could do anything I wished
Claim my rights and entitlements as “affluenza”
But I’m an ordinary cyberpunk
A regular yellow kind of guy
An emoticon with an attitude
Manscaping, sliding through life with a close shave
Cantankerous and bodacious all the time
In chillax style, riding the daily yellow bus
Dragging my portmanteaus box inside
And my delishful gal with me there
Clad in fashionable plarn
Irregardless of everything else
We rise above the sights and flee
Above the ancient vomitocious towns
And meld into each other’s grue calm eyes
Canoodling all the while
Smog passes with the night
Snark comments distract us
An anacronym word or two slips out
But we don’t care
We’re off to spend the affluenza check
Just to prove we can
(PORTMANTEAUS words: “PORTMANTEAUS Box” all contest entry listed words
+ "canoodling" - hugs and kisses and "cantankerous- old and feisty )
8/19/14 Portmanteaus Poetry Contest
A while back I left meaning
At the river bank of seeming
And gathered myself to trust
Dark and light
I learned how to fight
By giving my faith to LOVE
He took me deep and wide
Cleaning all I longed to hide
'Neath the sheath of TRUTH
The fire was roaring
And I began soaring
As the chains of deception were loosed
Down, up, over, under
The lightening struck and I felt HIS voice THUNDER
Shaking the foundation of my soul
I yielded to the push and pull
Wanting to be wise in spite of being a fool
To the world system of structured holes
For so long, my eyes were fixed
On the laying of the bricks
To see how it all works
The wrong tends to rise
In the systems we devise
.....quirks, quirks, and more quirks
What on earth made us believe
That we could keep what we receive
And do whatever it takes to ensure entitlements never leave
OUR FILTHY GRUBBY HANDS
UGH! I am so tired of the struggle
...I want, I need, I should have, I'm not happy with what I have
...........I should have alllllll I want, when I want it, and
....................GOD, you should want me to have it.
There! I said it!
So, if I continue with LOVE
I get the blessings others aren't aware of
Enjoying intimacy so deep my heart swells in capacity
Or, I can lay the struggle down
And try to keep all the temporal things I have found
In the accepted veracity
...of fallen men
Yesterday, the answer was clear
But today, my friend, I am here
In the thick red clay...that clings to my boots
Although I walk in peace
Matter tries to stick where the Spirit gives release
So I can allow enemies to believe they have valuable loot
....I worked hard to gain
No...it was given..and I will let it go.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-22-2019
Choice Suspended
There is no winning
just an upper hand
The scoreboard fluid
as change commands
The odds on fire
to win or lose
With choice suspended
— the moment skewed
**
Flows A River
Why in the world
would you care
And if you did
would it matter
Our differences
vast
And incongruence
shatters
Diametrically
opposed
With a canyon
between us
Where truth
flows a river
Never filled
— by consensus
**
No Quarter
The arrogance of
importance
Plato
staking his claim
As thought
gives no quarter
Where truth
— is proclaimed
**
Death Sentence
Meandering
through life
Our consciousness
bought
A capital
sin
Forgiveness
— is naught
**
Lip Service
I approve the better
but follow the worse
Entitlements hostage
— alone in the hearse
**
The Magic Within
Music has no borders
and no axe to grind
Love has no labels
but seekers must find ...
The magic within
both the sound and the heart
To change what an army
— must yield in their rout
**
Fair Winds
The #1 indicator of good health
— nothing happens
**
Bestowed
When diffidence
takes precedence
over enlightenment and fact
All confidence
in abeyance
every gift is abstract
To believe is
confirmation
of what the spirit will know
Giving credence to a memory
more than gifted
— bestowed
**
The Moment Upon Us
Resetting
your watch
the end coming soon
Ignoring
the ticking
whose bomb will bring doom
The sands
running thinner
the hourglass clear
The moment
upon us
— when doubt turns to fear
**
Nerve Endings
The one thing
I know better
than anything else
Is myself
plain and simple
— viscerally felt
**
Ballast
The more you learn
the less you need
Your burden lifting
— as lessons free
**
Which Group?
Just because i believe that Jesus lived,
And was crucified by the government,
Doesn’t mean I’m a Christian stone eyed,
Since the incarnation is incarceration.
I don’t like Christians, can’t empathise,
I can’t go to church ‘cos there’s no god,
I don’t relate to believers well, lovingly,
And am not excited by their joy or baud.
I relate to them sometimes, that’s fine,
I negotiate my entitlements with drive,
But atheists don’t tire me or frustrate,
So I jive with them, mating, coercing.
I’m a Christian atheist, Jesus existed,
By sex, rejection, lies, trust, promotion,
But I completely respect those who say,
Jesus never existed, its fully rubbish.
Dissect is a no-nonsense word, meaning to cut up, to cut open, to examine in detail. My first recalled encounter with dissecting took place in my high school biology class where we dissected a frog. That was more than 50 years ago, and I suspect that frog dissecting is no longer allowed. But a reexamination( a dissecting) of The Declaration of Independence is providing me an even greater appreciation for the determination of our forefathers to be liberated and free at all cost.
Were I to fully dissect the Declaration of Independence there would be multiple parts of the examination. I will, therefore, be brief in exploring a few noteworthy aspects of the declaration.
In as much as their belief in equality was limited and selective, let it suffice to say that 'equality beliefs' was a work in progress. But there can be no denial, history revisionists notwithstanding, that they were firm in their beliefs about Truth, Creator, Supreme Judge, God-Entitlements, and Divine Endowments.
243 years ago, thirteen colonies represented by 54 men declared their independence from Great Britain, the most powerful nation on earth. They had very little military power but were energized with purpose and unity. Clearly, the weapons of their warfare were not carnal but mighty through God. They were neither fearless nor fools but very courageous.
They had no illusions of grandeur nor delusions of haloes, but their cause was just, their pursuit was righteous, and their reliance and dependency were upon The Supreme Judge of the world. With a trusting heart full of steam, never impeded by things they did not comprehend, impelled by a cause,
and pushing forward full speed ahead, they were 'all in'. There was no doubt about their commitment as expressed in their own words in the last sentence, "And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor".
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