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Hey you guys, why leave your town
To find a bride and settle down?
Take a tip and don’t philander
Somewhere remote like Alexander.
He married a princess called Roxana,
It seems, to make her hill tribes calmer.
To equalize the world by sex
Was a worthy aim subject to checks.
Pneumonia, poison or whatever
The emperor from his wife did sever.
So poor Roxana was alone
Cut off from people, friends and home.
She made her way to Macedonia
There to die not of pneumonia.
She, much sinned against, did sin.
She did in some foes and got done in.
Want to learn more? Surf to ‘Cassander’
And read some books on Alexander.
Before they placed her in a hearse
She pronounced an awesome curse.
‘To conquer my land shall many strive
who ne’er shall leave that land alive’.
I fear this curse still ails her land,
which nought can lift save God's own hand.
Name this land if that you can.
Take this hint. It ends with –stan.
What the heck is wrong with you?
It makes no sense what you do;
You cry your tears; such sad views,
Of choices that lead straight to who?
Not the ones in Washington,
They cannot get the job done.
All they do is take from some,
And in the end help but one;
The one they help is the game
That keeps all held to a flame;
Which burns of promises so lame,
Self-power being their true aim.
Why do not all eyes that see,
Understand the futility,
Of trying to create equality,
When what really works is liberty.
Freedom brings prosperity,
All else leads to tyranny;
Many throughout history,
Have explained this awesome mystery.
The masses always yearning,
For freedom from tyrants burdening;
Those that have refused learning,
Fall to obedience of living;
Living lives of demanding,
We are entitled to free caring;
Thus, our votes are supporting,
The voices that call for stealing;
We claim that our misery,
Is based on inequality;
So, we’ve chosen tyranny,
Fearing the price of liberty;
What the cost of liberty?
Only constant vigilance;
Against the forces of deception,
That holds to this misconception;
That by the use of tyranny,
Governments can create equality;
When their schemes in reality,
Only equalize more misery;
They attempt to legislate prosperity,
Using governmental tyranny;
Please just learn some history,
Then you too would choose liberty.
Neon lights twinkle against the velvet, dark skies,
Ferris wheel spins like a huge ring of fireflies;
Shadows sway in the pavement, tents, booths, and crowds,
As bright bulbs bring glare to cotton candy clouds .
Iron tunes from colorful carousel
Equalize clanking ride near the dinging bell;
Laughter listens to chatter screams in delight,
As hush whispers before the ride drops from height.
Sweet smell of chocolate, popcorn, and browned dough
Blends with oil from ride's engine in hot wind's blow;
Jumbo burger melts on the tongue bathed by Coke,
While the air is mixed with words of grease and smoke.
Young ones in a dreamlike world within nighttide
Savor the spot where pain pauses and woes hide.
Be not proud of history
Let say more of nothing related to it
If we are to make ground beyond mere story
And avoid the challenge of beautiful game that turned
The start was crazy to hold unto
As fear grips hearts of loyal fans
Struggling to equalize the early goal
Let not talk of the two years ban
We were not in form like the blue
Hosting happiness dwelling in guise
European qualification for few
Is not justifiable to the fans' eyes
It then turns a surprise
To play with all strength
Thank God luck is with Chelsea's whys
That pin down fans' treat in length
And now, all blue fans could say is
"We let go of Arsenal to favor her featuring in Europe matches
Come next season to ease
The possible pressure on Arteta's patches
Up Up Chelsea fans that stayed to the end
To watch the last minute
Who still wave to us as a friend
Or turned out to alternate
The pleasure we have for the game
Is the best beyond the shame
The grain of wheat
dies at Thy command
unconscious of Your being in its shell
turning it to life giving bread
perpetuating it ages without end
nursing it with rain
and sunny smiles
from seed to stalk a golden social plant
bowing its seeded hairy head
in breezy dance with poppy skirts in red
illumed by a ruby sunset veil
with robin breasts singing gratitude
before dark night descends
its blinding veil
to equalize colors' vibrant hues
in resting shades
of noncompeting black
switching lights
of distant trembling lamps
and luminous smile
of vagrant crescent slice
to make of night a little less than death
before awakening to splendor rosy rays
sparkling diamonds on grassy finger hands
that mist to vanish then return to play
hanging water lamps on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat of parched earth
feeding roots and softening seeds to sprout
returning life by feeding
and being fed
and all creation obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave free will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes You call friend
by wordily affairs daily led astray
the banquet ready for repentant heir
all set with such glorious royal splendor
no eyes have seen
nor ears have ever heard
the marvel of such joy beyond the veil
with inner satisfaction of having chosen well
of such Paradise no poet can write
beyond the imagined
only eyes with faith can travel
Like a tree in spring
we start out as buds
yearning to become leaves.
In summer we flourish
soaking up the sunlight
with absorbing passion.
.
In fall we transform
alienating our brothers
by position, and color.
In winter we equalize
mounds withered, and brown
at the mercy of the wind.
How i begin? expression thought delight!
beautiful womb! sacrifice gently smile.
Your pain has too pains, yet ye endure.
little one encircled ye feast.
But silver desires as rainbow awhile,
and ye go at last sure!
Your motherly affection equalize, i sought,
i wearied ye made by love-flesh.
Whenever i fell, ye rich hand hug, my boon gush!
your lullaby in my first anthem, hear this sight.
The way of thorns, ye bearer my injury,
Mamma! ye sublime, my just tears dropping into pouch.
Silky divine before, green memories bloom!
god's gift of the earth, ye symphony.
I beg your holiness in my womb!
your best lessons, i hold a lamp.
Lo! lonely leaves, returned past, my sympathy.
the gold stains, your precious recollection where, my heart gleam!
Billowy storm clouds turn to skies of azure blue
Agonizing pain fades when its days are through
The trek of life has its many ups and downs
Its seasons of smiles, its times of frowns
We hope more joy and gladness are recorded
Than all the heartache and sadness that’s reported
Yet troubles and trials are given that we might know
That adversities strengthen; crises help us grow
If all the joys were placed in a basket of cane
And all the pains put in another of the same
Then both are put on a balance scale at life’s end
Would they equalize or which one would ascend
Perhaps, it is just a matter of how one views life
Joys are difficult to evaluate amid strife
And pain often accompanies times of celebration
These tensions are oft together whatever the occasion
Daresay, it is not whether these tensions exist or not
Inner feelings of ecstasy or agony play their part
It’s how we handle and ascertain life’s various scripts
Life’s many ups and downs, its differential treatments
On this landmark an image stands...
statue of a man.
Man of honor and talent,
admiration of any man.
Born with great love for country
Died with one heart of chivalry.
Studied in different schools,
aced all subjects in drools.
A man gifted with excellence.
Shared great works in pickets,
Cured many patients without wickets.
A man of great stature,
No man may be able to equalize.
A man of great sorrow,
Sacrificed himself for tomorrow.
Fellowmen freed to visualize.
So much more can be said
About a man of enviable skills
Young and old have all laid
Heroism of a small man...
Bigger, higher than hills.
Many intimates might collapse, we realize,
And direct us to strive solely in this place,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We say he imparted when we survey his space,
Some are eager, friends return as we eulogize,
Angels beset him and herald his embrace,
Many intimates might collapse, we realize.
Adversity is forlorn, no matter how time flies,
A gone friend feels like a limb misplace,
Assigning a friend's loss bond ethical mates,
And direct us to strive solely in this place.
Our chums are silent, yet they've left men race,
They went one step down a path we will equalize,
Enjoying a friend may no more provide solace,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes.
Sadness confines us with infinity-long ties,
Some folk enters our life forbear a long trace,
Of our feelings, causing irreversibly applies,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We can't stop preferring a friend since he dies,
Notably, if he's worthier than anyone, you notice,
Splitting from living pals, anguish amplifies,
When relished life fully and truly, fate may glance.
Written: June 7, 2022