Long Factions Poems
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he spoke of his wishes not for these masses of gathered people not o like him.
he wished hthem to boo and jeer him.
he saw fit to be unloved and less desired.
they spoke ill of him and boo'd him as he wished them to.
he performed to the best of his abilities and used underhanded tactics to ac`heive victory.
he stood before them and bragged.
he boosted and made the people not like him, some saw his ability as great and respected his effords: but they looked at him for being in opposites of what they beleived to be right.
he became champion weeks later, and some of those who had a position against him, gathered fans
to support their effords to dethrone him.
this happened while the owners and operater and those who had interest in the business side of this feild, wanted to recreate fans interest.
they saw an opputrtunity to uni`te different factions from across the country and in different regions to gain support of a unified champion who would be a traveling champion above each indidvdaul champion, so that when the champion visited towns the attendance would increase from the interest of the `fans.
the person the shhady charcter we spoke of in this mentioning was a member of those reknowned followings who supported big events in large venues, and trophy prizes for grapplers effords.
he became a memebr of Union Seventy Six
the group that made events with champions to create the " obove all' competition that gave struggling companies the oppurtunites for their champions to compete in front of larger audeinces to increase profits for the atheles.
the rich guys laughed and refused to support these effords.
but when they saw how successful these effords were they came to one event in the mid west.
it was in a bean feild.. they had a make shift tent with a roof, tbey used 50 gallon barrel with campfires to heat the place.
they had foodtrucks and concession stands and portable toilets.
a pbs camera crew followed these peoople creating interest for the richer guys.
he uses a quartet and lyre to make music for his ring entrance!
Transcend the world of darkness, beyond where human senses can go
perceive the existence of this reality, you would otherwise never know
waiting for you is your destiny, preordained, you alone have this control
preparations for the future, by casting off the body, elevating the soul
Transcend all physical boundaries, limitations are a figment of the mind
close your eyes and you'll see, following others is what keeps you blind
achievements are within your abilities, only others try and hold you back
hoping for you to stumble, harboring hidden jealousies, waiting to attack
Transcend the pettiness of an egotistical world, where the center of all is Me
until your life changes, until you become a giver, the truth you will never see
a world without is connected to our world within, bound by words and actions
another paradox of human existence, finding unity among conflicting factions
Transcend the selfishness of your surroundings, none of us are really fully immune
witnessing people with two faces, feigning kindness, wanting us to play their tune
surviving instability of an ever changing world, seek comfort in things of purpose
find consolation in this truth, the world is not what it appears to be on the surface
Transcend the resident evil clouding your thinking, and you'll free yourself to finally live
escaping from those pitfalls of hatred and bigotry, realizing the ultimate good is to give
now having come full circle in your life, you will understand the jewel you have found
spreading goodness to others, with an endless light of happiness, will you be crowned
This prayer goes out to all of you who are happy with our country being divided
into different factions
Who use your God (who preaches the opposite of everything you’re doing)
to justify you actions
Who not only hate people because of the color of their skin, their gender
their religion or who they love…but believe everybody should.
Who think diversity, equity and inclusion are woke and bad…
instead of being woke and good.
Who accept only certain people and to all other close the door…
Who think the answer to some problems are bombs and bullets and war.
Who want to ban books and rewrite history…
Who want to force everyone to see things their way
Who are okay with snatching our citizens off the street, abusing them,
then throwing them away.
Who have stopped caring about every living creature and our planet..
Who would rather not intercede
to house the homeless, feed the poor…and help anyone in need.
Who seem content to live under the rule of a despot who thinks he is a king.
Who will lie and cheat and steal to get ahead…who thinks winning is everything.
Who’s warmth, acceptance, compassion, honesty…and smarts
have diminished as they’ve closed their minds and hardened up their hearts.
Who by everything they do and say think they’re making this country great
but in actuality they are teaching the next generation how to hate.
To all of you who think your words and hateful actions
show the world and others how strong you are
I pray you change
before you meet the God you say you worship…
and he or she shows you just how wrong you are.
An ambitious druid set out to recover an omnipotent ancient fluid
She was a kind witch with a wee twitch about to discover a glitch
Laboured with great force to go back to the Source and in due course
She tabled a motion to produce a lotion or potion for better emotion
Applied for a grant to enchant with the Council of Fairy Queen Dreams
Because she was sicken and poverty stricken and needed support to comfort
Required assistance to overcome resistance to cast a spell and quell the cartel
Of warring factions that had gained traction shouting war score and gore
‘Let me make some agent at the sorcerers’ pageant and tame insane pain
That derives from seeds of greed and loony fixation on vicious vexation’
She ground fresh chamomile with a smile for healing dope in good hope
Crushed tea tree leaves and stinging nettle petals for release of peace
As foundation for libation she added more tricks to the mix and stirred fur
And holly berries infused and enthused cherries and compassion with passion
To fuel the tasty gruel she injected thyme and some lime and peat for a treat
Boiled the kettle full mettle with wood from the beach and threw in a peach
She sat on a willow pillow and offered for free her meal for people to heal
No taker they thought she’ a faker so for their concern she added some fern
And to convince she put a handful of quince and cold marigold into the fold
Yet when she accepted that people were too infected and simply objected
To spreading good will with delicious food skill she exclaimed 'what a shame’
Feasted on spruce juice and a tooth and went into space to start a new race
Starting from zero she became a hero and hailed a rage with heavenly sage
They built her a shrine with galaxy wine and accepted what earthlings rejected
The moral of the tale is when all else fails you find an innovative place to grind
Change perspective and position and decide to complete your fine mission
Where you can feed other’s need without angry fear of what is so dear
16th October 2019
"Sumthang" Hunny Part and Jinggle Dheeze
Wore masks and stood behind manager
"Big Beefy" Borscht, silent saying nothing
He introduced the as Sight and Sound
Identifying the by there boots.
In the introduction Danker Dinker Donk
Interupted walking in saying
"Ya'll don't like me" "Ya'll don't like me"
He said it seven times and seven
Times they ignored him, then the
Lights flickered and when they
Came back on Dewlittle was the only one standing
And Even Kelp Seaworthy was lying on the floor.
Flux Diakkin came out voweling revenge against both factions
Saying my daddy built this company with integrity
Involved. With respect to decentsy, ya'll mocking this man's legacy "
In our mountainside cabin
On an Autumn August night
We turn on the news
To hear of our countries plight
Terrorist factions
Will detonate a device
That will flatten our city
Destroying millions of lives
If their demands are not met
By midnight tonight
All that we have
Will disappear from sight
The hours pass
Bulletin after bulletin
As I think to myself
It's just a matter of when
Many thoughts
Are now running through our heads
Trying to phone our families
Struggling to comprehend
Minutes seem like days
As midnight draws near
Towards our city home we look
Captured in unknown fear
On the cabin balcony we stand
Listening to the TV set
It's the voice of the city mayor
No terrorist demands will ever be met
I turn to my wife
Tears streaming down her face
We are so far away from our children
In this beautiful tranquil place
The last chime of midnight passes
Holding hands to the horizon we view
An explosion of light so immense
To the heavens in mushroom spew
We can hear the thunderous roar
Although we are so far away
The crockery in the cabin now rattles
As we await our final day
The distance grows ever near
As we hear a strange whistling sound
Sporadic flashes light up the valley
Violent winds thrash our surrounds
Before our eyes, we believe
A nuclear tsunami heads our way
We declare our love and bow our heads
For our children and friends we pray
Our fa___________________________
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Show Love, Not Hate
Miracle Man
4/17/2024
Antisemitism grows worse,
and there’s no current answer.
Hatred is eating our lunch,
like a man eating cancer.
It’s disrupting other’s lives,
forcing many to live in fear.
Protesters burn our flag,
and “Death to America“ I hear.
The world is becoming,
a place that looks blighted.
Too many are thin skinned,
and always feel slighted.
Each dispute presents factions,
with another life test.
And the answer seems to be,
grab a sign and protest.
But how can one protest,
without a catchphrase to chant.
And without harming others,
well, they just simply can’t.
The goal, keep it simple,
cause chaos if you’re able.
The thin skinned think this,
earns them room at the table.
Loathe the human walking in dusty trails by themself,
A rotary dial spinning round for the switchboard,
“Who are you calling today”
Dead silence on the other end of the line,
“I’m calling ‘cause I’m lost”
The caller responds,
“How can I help” rings from the switchboard,
“Point me home”
Says the voice from a landline phone,
They have a house,
A phone to call from,
Friends to answer,
But no direction,
A living, painful vivisection.
A torn page from a book who left them behind,
Cracked open like bunker rations,
Torn apart by war like factions,
Ripped from their whole like fractions,
Calling god on a landline for his benifaction,
Smothered in the holy water his whole life,
But no bath could cleanse the sins of his own action,
No rotary phone could call for help for such an infraction,
So please call me, before I lose myself in this abstraction.
My heart is heavy, and my soul falls to inaction,
My brains all I got left and sometimes it feels like the only way to reach Nirvana,
Is a pump-action.
young whippersnapper brain
pours out her last idea
flicking adjectives into dirty dumpster
nouns prance off, disgusted
without elaboration or fancy descriptions
verbs take the lead,
kicking their adverbs to the curb
your nuances no longer welcome,
a mob mentality
seeking satisfaction in a brick alley
prepositions begin to arrive at the front
under the discarded boxes
searching through the rubble of the day
one climbs up the filthy trash heap
jumping into a pile of overused words
word play being what it is,
startling, laughing, loving gerunds arrive
carrying participles on their backs.
They cannot stop hitting, hurting and killing each other
Stop! Title yells. I want some kind of legacy.
I have no words to add, being mute and respectful of my elders
I am a mere homophone,
too consternated to know these two warring factions
well enough to take sides.
"He was once said to be Inurbane
meaning he lacked sophistication
refinement and courtesy, he's got it now!"
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Written By: Bel Canto Leitmotif
To all ends are these our beginning
that it is neither frustrated or meant
deceive. Are strengths are in our togetherness
might tomorrow usher in the start and fix of
those things that need change.
That we shall not become our own enemy
to understand there dislike. And we shall not
sort to create factions. Upon the truths of gainstment
we can elaborate. There were we hAVE faulted to create peace
is there where such negotiations might began.
The idea of using conflict or "faulting" to create peace
is called disrupting false peace.
This concept posits that genuine and lasting
peace can only be achieved by confronting
and addressing underlying tensions,
rather than by suppressing.
historical context, modern centrist ideas, and the challenge
conservative figures. The concept of progression which is neither new
or unachievable. Expanding the opportunism to began work and than become
the working and middle class. Opportunism for the poor.
: that makes wealthier employers want to hire.
Championing policies that are realist and meaningful.
building to considerate of the future,
Creating new margins to expand growth for business large and small.
Being an advocate for both farmers and there consumers.
Financial and monetary balancing to intervene to address social and economic problems.
In those areas were decay and time has created a crumbled area of waste.
To be used as modern day farm areas. Using modern tech to produce the food
where low income, and abandoned and and depressed housing are. We can champion people
by growing fruits and vegetable year around to calm the shores of uncertainty.
The future starts now!
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