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I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
Beauty Beyond The Skin
Beauty in the ancient past must have been far more than skin deep and a sight for sore eyes
Every person, place, and thing in the entire universe was unmarred, unscarred, and undisturbed
Animals roamed freely, being at peace with each other; never having to kill or be killed for survival
Unlike our present world of savagery and misery; of insecurity and incivility, that we have come to know
Time heals all wounds they say; so let’s take hold of the hands of time while there is still time
Imagination of the portrait that God painted with His creative hands, helps erase the ugliness
Families ever intact; fortunes not idolized; food enough for all; fleeting fame, never to be worshiped
Until we all learn to love for who we are, as simply God’s creative beings, we will never experience beauty
Love never fails; it will never hate; it does not boast itself; it builds up others, and wishes the best for them
12302015(PS Contest with the theme of “Beautiful”)
PROUD OF INCIVILITY
They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
So they came to clothe me and ''disrobe'' my naked shame
But I wish I remained the same
For they wiped away my honor and fame.
They claimed I was wild in the forest
So they came to tame
But they introduced me to the 'three fingers bow to two''
When I knew no pistil
They compared me to the race of my people
When I was in my golden age.
I swear to the sun, I knew no evil
Yet they pushed me to the devil's cage
They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
In an attempt to clothe me,
they raped and defiled me.
Even today, I still ooze
They give me a conditional tissue to wipe off the blood
But tell them they do me no good.
They claimed I was wild in the jungle
So introduced me to the words in the 66 chapters,
To tame me I guess,
But they indeed muddied the waters.
For I could not tell between a saint and an atheist,
the minister of Lucifer and the priest .
They taught me with time and age.
They indeed robbed me of my golden age.
Before 15th Century they discovered me
Their humanitarian reason, I still find an irony
Inflicted pain and left wounds in minds of my progeny
Defaced my black beauty.
Today, they give me a conditional pomade to bleach
Tell them they do me no good.
If today, I have been partially freed,
Henry William Sylvester started with that bold seed.
However, today, the battle tree and illusion seem inseparable
For its expected fruits are buried in the minds of successors of the branches and roots
For they(the successors) think the visitors did and do me good
But they did and do me no good.
It's obvious I am black.
I pray and beg of thee;
Commit me to your memory. *
Place me among your 'Forget me nots'.
In many ways my friend,
I am a lot like you.
In a food crisis, my best memory speaks,
not of just bread and water, but also leeks.
A bowed incivility is all that I had known.
Egypt land where I was born never felt like home.
Yet it was there I roamed but never really belonged.
Liberties were greatly denied, but yet I thrived.
My first taste of liberty led me to an angry sea.
The Almighty protected me from my vicious enemy.
From the miracle of the sea, I came to a place in the wilderness.
I dreamed of comfort, security, and sweetness, only to be awakened
to a nightmare of bitterness. But God always loves me with tenderness.
052922PS *Israelite experiences in Egypt
Her mother wears the marks of her father’s cowardly abuse;
To make it through another day, by noon, his mom is full of juice;
The divorce is getting ugly, hatred gets in the way of compromise;
The children becoming victims, to no one, should come as a surprise.
The courts are overworked; the docket is full of domestic contests;
Lawyers are appointed to represent the parent’s selfish interests;
The children are overlooked; what help can these kids possibly get?
Well, that’s where you can be the hero as a Court Appointed Special Advocate.
Just a few hours each month to spend talking to a child,
Caught up in the middle of domestic incivility in a world gone a little wild;
While everyone else is worried about the adults in these domestic legal fights,
The CASAs, as volunteers, help ensure we don’t forget the children’s plight.
If ever you have asked yourself, “What little can I do?”
If ever you have wondered, “What charitable work should I choose?”
If ever you have wanted to thank karma for all the good that you get,
I highly encourage you to become a CASA and help children who are less fortunate.
She was Chinese and only eight years of age.
On the noisy school playground,I found her.
Just beaten by fists of anger, fury and rage.
By a fifth-grade, tall boy,in no way demure.
But that year, San Francisco decided to
integrate all its great schools.
I helped the girl rise from the cement ground.
When integration was born, harm and incivility!
Became the American federal de jour rule!
Sir Fists of Fury,should have been suspended.
That sweet little girl….he hurt and punched! I’m
But it went on constantly and having a soul,
My teaching career just had to be ended.
I thought of what work I could possibly do.
Filing papers for a company nearly me bored me to death
But I was in no way going back to a violent zoo.
And.as I-walked, thanked God for my soul and breath.
Life was harsh in those sad, solemn strange days.
But today’s world..”We are coming for your children?”:
Far more lost, in nightmarish, uglier immoral ways.
And as poets,why do we never pen of this then?
6/29/2023
Oh, give me a home where everyone is free to roam,
sharing hugs and kisses with family and friends
Where there's nothing to fear 'neath the capitol dome
And my combatant countrymen have made amends
I want incivility to stop, ending the bitter hostility
Brother vs brother, hating each other with animosity
It's a misnomer to call ourselves "The United States"
when any topic discussed turns into chaotic debates
I desire a state of well-being, a country free of ill-health
Life is more important, compared to any material wealth
When did belligerence become accepted by so many?
What happened to the smiles we wore? I no longer see any
If it were possible, I would paint everyone in a sepia hue
No blacks or whites; color would no longer have value
Medicine would not come with side effects that could kill
America would be great again because of man's goodwill
Freedom would belong to each man, woman, and child
We would respect nature and protect animals in the wild
Americans would live together in harmony; honor bound
Proud of our homeland, and once again world renowned
I long to see the U. S. have representatives who care
about our beautiful country, and keep oaths they swear
I want Old Glory to fly high, not used in domestic battle
dishonored by rioters, stampeding like a herd of cattle
Arguing over who's at fault has only brought us shame
What good are words and fingers pointing out the blame
I'm ready to move on and it's my hope that you are, too
Americans, remember what John Kennedy asked of you
Oh, give me a home where everyone is free to roam,
sharing hugs and kisses with family and friends
Where there's nothing to fear 'neath the capitol dome
And my combatant countrymen have made amends
I want incivility to stop, ending the bitter hostility
Brother vs brother, hating each other with animosity
It's a misnomer to call ourselves "The United States"
when any topic discussed turns into chaotic debates
I desire a state of well-being; a country free of ill-health
Life is more important, compared to any material wealth
When did belligerence become accepted by so many?
What happened to smiles we wore? I no longer see any
If it were possible, I would paint everyone in a sepia hue
No blacks or whites; color would no longer have value
Medicine would not come with side effects that could kill
America would be great again because of man's goodwill
Freedom would belong to each man, woman, and child
We would respect nature and protect animals in the wild
Americans would live together in harmony; honor bound
Proud of our homeland, and once again world renowned
I long to see the U. S. have representatives who care
about our beautiful country, and keep oaths they swear
I want Old Glory to fly high, not used in domestic battle
dishonored by rioters, stampeding like a herd of cattle
Arguing over who's at fault has only brought us shame
What good are words and fingers pointing out the blame
I'm ready to move on and it's my hope that you are, too
Americans, remember what John Kennedy asked of you
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March 9, 2021
What You Really Want Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
~ I am a Conservative
Here is who I am
and what I stand for ~
C onserving what is worth preserving
O pen to changing what's not working
N ot willing to throw out the baby with the bathwater
S teadfast when those around me are scurrying
E nabling my children and relatives to succeed
R eligious in the ecumenical sense of the word
V itally interested in my community's welfare
A larmed by the rise in incivility in public discourse
T ender-hearted and giving to the stranger, the widow, the orphan
I nterested in politics, but not obsessed with it
V oracious reader of classical fiction and non-fiction
E nduring privation graciously, with faith and trust in God
In youth I thought I was shrewd, a defender,
with grandiose ideas, a panacea for incivility
for a world stricken with an illness called greed.
No one listened to me; a self-proclaimed healer.
With age, I became aware of a basic human flaw.
My attitude made me believe I was a sage.
Wisdom came ...
in realizing a greater power than I has the cure,
in knowing that the world could change ME...
and in me never allowing that to happen.
November 28th, 2015
"Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise, so I am changing myself."
~ Rumi ~
Quote Me Rumi Contest
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