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For want of full virtuous zeal oligarchs thrive
Against deserving clamor for brighter ideals;
And perennially trampled commoners groan
Under weight no inured villain distantly feels.
Bereft of real fighting energy better humans
Give in to the more determined aims to slay
Life's fairer side and reward villainy's titans;
Enabling winds that fuel evil's choking sway.
Vice is a flightless bird cast in wingless youth;
And his bold victims must know this total truth:
Kind men unwilling to act knit wing and plume
That latently promote all enemy gall and fume.
And culpable crime's not by commission alone,
But by hesitations to clip his spiraling webs too;
They're held to have fired with the outlaw’s gun,
Quiet eyes that see the victim thus cruelly gone.
Even much more to blame is the idle watcher,
Than cold-blooded hands that steal or torture.
Make mind a sea
You will be free.
When in tempest waves reach great highs
Recall everything has an end
Decree the Almighty will send
The toil is His test in disguise.
Recall everything has an end
After dark night the sun will rise
Wave-crest sparkle will touch your eyes
Decree the Almighty will send.
Make mind a sea
Recall everything has an end
The blessed sailor will go home wise
Decree the Almighty will send
You will be free.
You will be free
Make mind a sea.
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January 1, 2022
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In the case of life Love turns from plaintiff to defendant
Justice the judge, is impartial throughout the hearing
Love left to plea for it’s mere existence
Justice in the process of rearing the ugly verdict
You called upon Wisdom, says Justice
Which you considered to be your greatest ally
However Wisdom proved to be your downfall
Because Wisdom does not reside with you
In fact Folly is your greatest ally
You , Love, Called upon compassion
Compassion could not offer you solace
You had received all Compassion could give
You gave it away at every chance
Love, you then blamed betrayal for your failings
Betrayal proved that also it was never in your way
Moreover it was working in your interest at every turn
Only hiding it’s motives to protect your constituents
Justice says, I must say you are the greatest charity worker
You work in the interest of no one and in the interest of everyone
Your logic is error and your error is logic
A true contradiction of yourself
You live on a path between Triumph and Tragedy
Taking either route as you go through Time
You say Happiness is your goal
You say that Hope will lead you there
Have in Time, Hope can prove true or false
Then you claim you then are the goal in yourself
But you have already proved to be a contradiction
What then can be said about you Love
I say you make the greatest case, with the least evidence
There is your virtue and your vice
Form:
It is time to retire the red skin
Better blood pressure will win
Anger management is done
Now happiness, laughter and fun
If a fight starts
Diplomatic channels will be giving a part
Debating issues known by heart
Kind communication anchored when one listens
That is the mission
Coffees and teas
Using terms thank you and please
Tension will disappear
No need for a ruckus over beer
There is no place to be mad
Handle bitterness and being bad
In a new way
Success will pay
As Washingtonians bellow on their stage
During a mature age
Earning the proper executive wage
Letting feelings out trapped in a cage
Hope wisdom will be prescribed
Medicare paying the medicine ball high
While talking over a peace pipe
Exchanging thought full academic knowledge acting polite
Honesty will be granted a shout
When they tell those sitting around with pull to get out
Sweet but bitter
Slow and steady
Cool down
My friend
Take it easy my sister
Where are you rushing to
Easy slowly
What is hot
Will always get cold
Cos as life is
Sweet but bitter
Sweet but bitter
Take it easy
You will injure yourself
Why go too hard
Why overload the heart
You can't be faster than
Your shadow
how much can
You run
How long can you Go
Cos if you don't take
Your time you will
End so quick
Still life continues
Only for we the living
You see life is
Sweet but bitter
Sweet but bitter
Imagination is real
Only take reality
To prove it time
So be mindful of thought
Yet that don't change
The fact that we are living
In a universal world
Now is so sad so many great
Has only illusion to teach us
Cos they are so
Sweet but bitter
Written: October 12, 2025
Quote: "Having hope in the future is like planting a garden," By Poet.
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In the calyx of coma,
where terror slithered akin to boas in shade,
a cryptic slipper of mercy tiptoed—
artless, and aquiver,
a callow requiem for innocence.
Obsidian skies whispered their eulogy,
muffled by the harsh breath of dyspnea,
and yet—beneath the ebony loam,
a seed, embryonic,
shivered.
It did not shy away from agony,
nor reject the dark fate
lurking in the shadows of Lethe.
It rebounded—
clear as dawn,
passionate as a golden flame.
Hope transcends mere cliché.
It embodies alchemy—
a dynamic, endogenous force
ubiquitous, yet not ominous.
that navigates through desuetude
Dance around nonsense and detritus,
skirting the prolonged epitaphs
of imitation and the scent of rain.
It shows the archetype of meliorism.
not a golden aegis of katabatic chasm,
but the lush abundance of a rural demesne.
Our heron-filled pondering was slow.
Serenade in dirge to azure sky.
Optimism is not ridiculous.
It is emulous.
A multivocal lilt
in the labyrinthine lagniappe of sorrow.
It is the verdigris of acatalepsy—
the verdant veridicality.
It's a syllepsis amid agony and auric grace.
It is the pulchritudinous gasp,
of a sylphlike truth,
the gossamer wafture of a whispering genesis
in the ossuary of despair.
It is the slipper that fits no foot,
the slipper that fits every foot—
a slipper made of alabaster and stammer,
of aurora and archaic glamour,
of insouciance and invocation.
Hope slinks through the squalor,
svelte and sacred,
a nemesis to nemesis,
a vivacious vestige of Elysium
in the stygian Anthropocene.
It is the seed that knows
how to resile,
how to shimmer,
how to bloom
despite the slipper,
despite the boas,
despite the oblivion.
purple tulips, the color of her toddler dress.
the leafy stems, her eyes.
the baby-blond hair, mom combs into a crest,
the sea will satisfy.
blond slowly turns brunette, tumbles
from Rapunzel’s tower, then gets shorn.
green waters, a dry oasis —
cerulean blue boundary.
open sesame with artificial drops.
wrinkle-protected eyes.
ears can’t hear what others say.
deaf and blindness make her appear wise.
guttural sounds - huh, eh, hmm.
smiles and nods as the tongues of the young,
like trumpets in her ear, elucidate their troubles.
she’s ironed out hers. they still exist.
still, she knows the outcome.
sediment of the sea shelled out to the deep.
sand sifts through her fingers.
sandcastles wash out, but i see
children carrying shovels and pails.
some have leafy-stem eyes and baby-blond hair.
3/6/2021
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-
Wrap me in your web so aptly made.
Cocoon me from the storms of life.
Sensitive to the sounds and emotive powers that be.
The vibrations of this life rattle me to the core,
but the foundations of your web catch me so.
We are so delicately tuned, so alike,
protective of our kin, to the point of hostility.
Yet you are so more wise and patient than I.
You help me persevere through all adversity,
and show me the joy within the journey.
My eyesight withers, yet I see ever more clearly.
I can sense peoples' hurt, longing, pain,
and wish to bear their burdens as my own.
Like a mother, I hope to guide those within my circle.
To craft their potential and nurture talent unseen.
I weave a web that shall make my future fruitful.
A safe place to learn, grow and develop.
Rainy days shall not subdue me, nor my work.
The deceit of others cannot penetrate my fortress.
Self determined, with your guidance, shall i bloom.
Easily I grow attached to those I care for.
Each strand, of my web, an avenue of my soul.
Sad to see them go, to grow apart, lose them.
With resilience I form new bonds, stronger than before,
that shan't wither with the changing of the season.
I am an activist, feminist, a fighter for rights.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve, I love fiercely,
for a mothers' love is unrelenting, unbreakable.
Silently working away for a legacy that lasts,
that shall surpass my time and bless those to come.
The Voyage of Life: Youth, painting, 1840, Thomas Cole
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The boat of youth, a craft so bright,
Sets out upon the morning light
With angelic stare, from the shore,
The vast unseen world to explore.
The youth steers down a river fair,
With careless joy filling the air;
He holds the tiller, spirits high
Beneath a boundless, hopeful sky.
The river winds, a silver thread,
Through landscapes painted, richly spread,
With topping trees and meadows green,
A vibrant, ever changing scene.
A distant castle in the air
Turns to be the youth goal and flair,
Illuminated by hopes bright,
Simmering with fervor of light.
But shadows lengthen, clouds do form,
A hint of coming, brewing storm;
The path grows steep, the currents strong,
Where innocence may not last long.
The river narrows, rocks appear,
A whisper of approaching fear;
The easy glide begins to cease,
So does the youth voyage of ease.
Yet, the ocean's challenge is met,
With lessons learned and courage set;
The tempest rages, with sun gleams
Weaving into a waking dream.
The voyage of life onward goes,
Through trials faced, youth wisdom grows,
The youthful heart, though storms may blow,
Remembers where the currents flow.
The painter`s brush, with hues so bold,
The life story of youth has told,
On voyage in quest of unknown,
With seeds of wonder, newly sown.