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Oh, the cruelty of Hippocracy,
The double standard of society,
Where people preach one thing,
But practice something opposing.
Fairness, equality, justice for all,
But discrimination still stands tall,
Injustice, prejudice, intolerance,
Such displays of hatred and arrogance.
Promoting kindness, caring, empathy,
But selfishness still rules supremacy,
Ignorance, indifference, apathy,
These traits of Hippocracy are a tragedy.
So let us be true to what we proclaim,
Let us not let Hippocracy's shame,
Undermine the virtues we hold dear,
Let us live with integrity year after year.
Colour of my heart
Seeds of animosity are planted
In virgin soil of the innocent mind
Seedlings should not be taken for granted
inseminating hate's a complex crime
Secrets and cruel intentions of the heart
lay dormant for years, rarely manifest
Conscience and propriety tear apart
uprooted by some calamitous test
Colour adorns beauty and elegance
Awakening an impartial spirit
Whispering words of change to indifference
Hoping hungry, humble hearts hear it
An indigent heart prefers monochrome
'Cause ignorance is all it's ever known!
John Derek Hamilton
November 28,2018
Laughter and care spreads within the person, hiding their feelings on the inside with humor and ignorance within them, being unable to express their feelings without a support of another
They can fall in love over and over but their heart is too sensitive and strong inside to express their love for another, over and over again, the cycle of hurt can never end for them but rather tears
Tears as beautiful as ran fall within them, wondering when they'll fall in love with someone and cherish them the same way others cherish their laughter and the attention he gives
Most people struggle to help them, but they just struggle more and more to the point they can snap at the ones he spreads the laughter to, causing despair and tears to them
Their only freedom is their imagination rather than the laughter others assume they cheer themselves with but nobody will save them from the harsh reality due to their creativity and imagination keeping them safe in a bubble
Constance's Epiphany Contest ~ Written August 16, 2026
An epiphany appears as a moment of arrival at a destination
that you didn't realize you were going to disembark.
~ by poet
In this last month of summer's sultry heat
I find myself longing for the season of cool respite.
The chill of autumn's spicy entrance will cool the days.
A gentle breeze ruffling leaves on weeping willows
that have already begun fading to a hue of gold.
I'd always found myself near to shedding tears,
a notion to which I've sorrowfully clung
until suddenly, the veil of ignorance was lifted.
I dare not question nature's timing of seasons
for she has gifted us with many wondrous things.
It was an epiphany to see Autumn's whisper of change
as a pruning needed while trees are dormant.
Bare limbs deserving of a time of rest,
their leaves, twirling ballerinas dancing a swan song
and at the end, bowing upon the ground.
But how life will flow in those wizened trunks
when once more sap thaws after winter snow.
Newly budded greenery will adorn the trees
in fine frocks in many shades of green.
Fall, in crimson and amber ~ bold colors to remember.
Now, I accept her nurturing, motherly ways
for I've learned to wrap myself in Autumn's embrace
as branches are stripped of tattered dresses
for I know once again life will be renewed
when the gilded season gives way to Spring.
My latest President
also appreciated Americans
he may never meet
or hear
or smell
Not to mention out to get
ever better tasted,
with or without informed consent,
not so vulnerably seen
or transparently felt
with copassioned
trauma-free intent,
yet not actually met,
just yet
And
I am confused
that any President would feel
he needs to say this,
as if appreciating Americans
were a partisan platform
advocating politically
and economically unusual
universal health
and safe global wealth
resiliently inclusive policy priorities
Sacredly patriotic
EcoMatriotic regard
for nutrition-based
economic historical
polyculturing
cooperative space
for competing against divisive time
Wu-wei YintegralPower/YangLight
sacred/secular
transubstantiating neuro-sensory
WinWin/WinLose/LoseLose
co-mediating
eco-political communication grace
I readily concede
this unbecoming space,
I could be wrong
but I can at least imagine
Donald Trump
feeling and believing,
although jaded
disappointed
and dispassionately,
that he appreciates
all those NonWhite
NonStraight
NonPatriarchal EcoFeminists
he has never met
And would just as soon
not change his monopolistic bliss
to CounterCulturally encounter Othering
dark ignorance,
just yet.
I don't know if it is a positive
or negative coronary corollary
to further extend
this metaphoric analogy
Yet Trump,
unlike Biden,
could never get
a multiculturally gifted American
he has not yet met
But I would bet
it would be hard to vet
EarthTribe residents
too healthy to ever regret
not having had the pleasure
of meeting many Trumpian Americans
Cold greetings
likely best to forget
we all come from somewhere
Matriarchally sacred
as an interdependent
health care safety net
includes imaginatively appreciating
All those Others Othering
unfertilized good eggs,
and thus not yet met.
my soul is lost in a world of thorns
and the fabric of my being mourns
the complexities of life weigh heavy on my shoulders
as experience and wisdom come down like crashing boulders
oh how i mourn the days of ignorance when life was such a bliss
i never knew that "NOT"knowing something was something i would miss
i never knew that life back then was such a wonderful endeavor
as i often wish that life in bliss would always last forever
it seems as though i was better off with innocent thoughts instead
i rather walk in innocence than walk among the dead
i feel like dead men walking as my soul reaches into darkness
i see the shimmer from the reapers sickle reflecting from it's sharpness
a doorway of emptiness fills my soul full of guilt and fear
and when life becomes full of wisdom death becomes so clear
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
What twisted minds we have!
Fascinated by dark ritual,
sacrifice of human blood
to call black magic to our aid.
Alluring secret knowledge,
perilous complexities;
attempting to control
the supernatural.
How can this make sense anymore?
Two thousand years ago,
the Divine bled itself for us,
granted us power
despite our unworthiness and ignorance.
Freely given, and open to the light.
A ritual beyond our wildest dreams.
So condescendant, the Lord of the Light,
for all that we must do
is to believe,
and to eat,
And all is ours...
The terms of the pact really make no sense,
but God makes all things new.
3 June 2024
When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog.
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill.
The parliament exchanges all day long so many honors like a sugar wand,
pushing responsibilities further and further to dumbfounded stand.
Legislated arrogance creates a memory tread,
when relativities bouncing of the empty head.
When politicians and its sheep’s hunt the savage dream,
prophecies of failure are the current in the stream.
They want to kill our children
And burn our houses to the ground
All in the name of some demon god
Who tell them their cause is sound.
They shoot planes down with their missiles
And watch innocent lives burn up in flames
Then the cowards run and hide
But God remembers all their names.
One day they will stand before him
And give an account for all their crimes
There will be a hell that will await them
Much worse than any prison time.
We were created to love each other
And never bring harm to another soul
And help others in their time of need
Then our world won't lose control
If hate and ignorance flourish
Soon our world will melt away
So lets just keep our differences to ourselves
And watch our children play.