Long Independence day Poems
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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’
Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather
Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression
Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration
Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction
Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds
Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar
Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation
Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition
Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust
Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then
Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race
Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil
July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
Tell me less and last
about who and what and why you hate
with militant might.
Speak with me more and first
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.
I will listen all this day
and next,
all my life
if your voice can positively project
long enough to leave no time at all
for hate
and anger,
envy and fear of losing
who and what and why we love
our synergetic health
and not our too violent fragments of pathology
Rambling on
in front of unmediating microphones and cameras
about who and what and why
healthy nutrition and nurturing natures
of vulnerable Others
compete for your empowered
disempowering disdain,
While no lover
with a healthy mind and heart
would ever care to listen
this day and night.
Nor our next,
We have so many warmer,
yet not too warm,
vulnerable,
transparent,
courageous,
curiously co-arising days and nights
for peaceful dialogue,
discernment,
endearing conversation.
Even in that heated time
of Declaring Independence,
when hate and anger and fear
against privileged white male royalists
and their loyalists
and their unwealthy terrorists
and their unhealthy reality manufacturists
ran revolutionary high,
we boldly spoke in democratic constitutions of love
about wellness,
pursuits of happiness,
and cooperative prosperity
more memorable
than historic hates.
What attorneys advocate
and statues of Liberty
and active peace lovers hear
in and on this day
are first through last restoring health wealthiness,
equal dignity,
freedom for individuals
families
local communities
to pursue our just dignity
and wellness peace together
with democratic inclusive integrity,
liberally lavish love.
Historic hate and anger and fear
are dark memories still within us
in our sacred State of independent declarations,
yet these fade into our unloved history
of economic and political servitude
lack of benign royal gratitude,
and are not this today revolution's healthy attitude
for who and what and why we love
this Interdependence Day.
Speak with me first and more
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.
I will listen all this green and glorious day
and next night,
all our loved and loving life.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
Resilience and fortitude; weathered the wilderness
where an unlearned cabin-patch man snatches
every book his hands can capture, then captures
our hearts, tall, even taller with his top hat —
a silk black band added after his beloved son
Willie dies. Lincoln, a man who united us
in the favor of freedom, freedom that frees the pandemic
of slavery, the dark history of whips and chains. And
furthermore we ask, “Why oh why…”
when headway is made do men continue to suffer
and hang from trees, crosses burned.
And all good men suffer with them, the agony of evil —
it was to be stamped out, and the white hoods snatched
off crazytown. If one truly believes in God, then he loves,
not hates, his fellowman and each wants the best for him —
of education, family, boundless freedom and desires
to hold hands — building a chain, not of rust, but of
trust. And we sing out, “God bless America.”
I visited the WWII museum in New Orleans. A flat map
showed the takeover of the world by forces of evil. Almost
the entire world of East and West lit up — it took my breath
away. What power quenched the burning furnaces, the
torture of peoples? When America stood up, under
the banner of “In God We Trust,” the hellfires, not
easily squelched, the brave, the spirit of the wilderness
gave all, they fought to set the captives free. Men, in general,
are not perfect but the fight for freedom is a worthy cause
and the sanity of a sound mind, a candlelight vigil of veracity
is one to be stoked. Do we continue
to fight each other, dividing, drawing lines, or pull
each other into big sloppy hugs and love’s kisses.
God bless this union called America; God’s mercy
invites us to sing with one voice; freedom’s choice.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
7/4/2020
Adrift in some Mad American Empire
I stand in my shadow as the future winds come
Looking over the ruins of my nation!
Eyes grow dim as the masses succumb
Families cry as loved ones are stolen!
What have we become
A piece of crumpled banner flutters in the sky
Blue field, a bold white name
Are those bloody hands I see crimson? Insane!
Orange-faced jack-o-lantern, grinning
Nothing behind those beady black eyes
I stand & watch the fading embers of a nation!
Die in the future winds that come
My mind grows numb to the media screaming
Insanity into the void of morality!
Loves one die, a price for life too high
What, what we have done, brother against brother
A silent, cold civil war of words & woe
Tattered printed fliers of a "bad orange man."
Dance through a vacant street
A madman and the shadow of a fool
...dons a red, white, & blue crown!
Adrift in some mad American empire
Long live tyranny, Amerikannia rules again, my friend!
No! I beg to differ!
As I stand in the coming rain
I will not bow or bend a knee to an American king
Or a billionaire jester, a clown in a tin can trash truck
I will not let my sisters bleed on barren grounds
I will not let my brothers, black or brown, be stollen
To be forgotten, never to be found
Live, love, and laugh as love is love
Love who you want; you will not be trampled upon!
I will not go correction; We will not
Go gentle into that goodnight
We will rage, rage against
Treason and tyranny!
The orange crown will be cast down
So remember remember the 5 of November
When the nation ran red with MAGA’ots and dread
Remember January the 6th, when his minions raged
It was not a myth that January the sixth!
So I stand in the winds of the coming doom
As a cold, bitter rain pelts my face
Adrift in some Mad American Empire
And rage, rage against the orange king and cyber clown!
We will not be silenced
Or voices will rise...
RISE!
To topple a tin dictator
To overcome tyranny
To destroy Fascism
Like my father’s father!
We Will REMEMBER
As We are RESISTANCE!
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( L A. Times - A cogent and accurate commentary by Member - johntomas )
You recycle a common but baseless accusation that NPR and PBS have become “left-leaning,” when in reality, what’s often labeled as “bias” is simply truthful reporting on deeply troubling actions -- including Donald Trump’s sustained attacks on democratic institutions, press freedom, judicial independence, and [ the ] rule of law.
Holding the powerful accountable, fact-checking lies, and spotlighting threats to civil liberties isn’t “left-wing” – it’s journalism.
When a political figure or party consistently undermines core democratic values, coverage that reflects that reality will appear critical -- but that doesn’t mean it’s biased.
In fact, multiple independent media watchdogs, including Media Bias/Fact Check and Ad Fontes Media, consistently rate both NPR and PBS as among the most factual, minimally biased, and balanced news sources available.
Programs like PBS NewsHour and All Things Considered feature rigorous reporting, diverse perspectives, and expert analysis far removed from partisan spin.
The nostalgia for figures like Huell Howser (a lifestyle and travel host, not a journalist) confuses entertainment with news.
The real “shock” isn’t PBS’s content -- it’s how politicized and thin-skinned some audiences have become when confronted with uncomfortable truths, especially about figures they once supported.
Public broadcasting didn’t betray its mission -- it upheld it.
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NOTES:
The Corporation For Public Broadcasting Sells Commercial Advertising Time as specific programs sponsorships making it more than just taxpayer funded. It's "Public" + "Non-Profit" + "Hybrid" + "Corporate" + "Confusion" + the indisputable highest quality programming ever produced by human beings and is the main-stay of the smartest and most courageous people on earth!
anyone who would destroy it is doing the work of Satan!
Shame On You - You MAGA REPUBLICAN-COMMUNIST IDIOTS!
THE AMERICAN GUILLOTINE is coming to your town!
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L. A. Times
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Question frequently asked by
those who did not join the liberation struggle
Nothing. When we realized you weren't with us in exile
We invented a rainbow nation but lightning struck it
Shattered it into the trails of our political rush
Sweat and tears and blood in
Absurd abundance
And crazed we smelt the odour of betrayal.
We only know that freedom sang in us
Everything. We went into exile in search of a new life
Clinging to our hope, hungry for freedom
We'd had enough discrimination and suffering
To last a lifetime
And so we believed with all our hearts
That if we fought we would all become masters
In a classless society. Patriots were thus born
On battle fronts and in camps.
We also believed we were
Turning life into revolution
And creating the first semblance of nationhood
We never gave up the dream of returning home
Dreamed so hard that even in dungeons and prisons we
Never stopped talking to ourselves
Nothing. We geared the liberation struggle and locked all
Together into concentration camps. There was no escape
We gathered many people incapable of free survival, insulated
From the grim reality, each person in himself helpless
The comradeship was closed and we laboured
To make a getaway, into the national image, into a new
Dialogue with ourselves and our brethren at home
Many, thus, gained fame
In the way of great corruptors
Retiring to the African Union
To cultivate grand corrupt-schemes
In the name of freedom, the people and nationhood
Their continuing praises make them our liberators
Whose many words are believed
By the many who have not one.
Everything. A struggle less recognizable each year
In a pattern called war
We too were a rare
Pattern. As we wandered down
The freedom paths.
Nothing. Behind the waving flag
Is a letter we hid
It was brought to you on Independence Day
By a courier from exile
Comrade, we regret to inform you that
Your father, mother, daughter, son, relative
Died in action.
Our exile was an eager meaninglessness
We knew it had to come to an end
But it was the liberation struggle
And you weren't there
Today the Sunday special brief
iCloud online worship session, I did attend
(via remote support)
found me feeling pampered,
when adept technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards, thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and zealous Gurus who did expend
their religious fervor, without proselytizing
and sanctified dedication they proffered
as if this secular chap hapt tubby
a long time Facebook friend
diligently persevered amidst
my woeful yelping alarm
where bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required a secret char
which this netizen vaguely understood
as unfair be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase additional farm
ming out iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly slaved over with zest)
plus sundry data necessitating mooch hoe
legal tender (probably every
last red cent of mine) to in vest
concerted efforts of
at least one expert to test
her/his mettle in an attempt
(dim prospect) performing an in quest
to retrieve valuable data lost amidst a nest
of inaccessible "lost" information
(bantering with computer
jargon more so jest
with no intention to "FAKE"
trumpeting minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine fifty plus
shades of gray matter, at my be hest
expressing scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this Macbook Pro
cuz, positive experience
wrought with Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage against the machine,
and tack toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing with a cherry,
hearty, and mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry vis a vis
neurotransmitters and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
On a headstone in the ground,
a life's summation can be found:
born and died and little more
marks the end with an underscore.
Before I die I'd like to say
all that happened along the way.
There's a story to be sure.
Let's begin life's overture.
My life began in celebration;
The War was over across our nation.
A baby boomer I became;
My generation was given that name.
Born on the East coast raised on the West.
Who's to to say, "Father didn't know best"?
Dad's family was left behind
but mother didn't seem to mind.
Childhood was rough and raw.
Money scarce but, from what I saw,
friends and neighbors were in the same boat.
Families worked hard to stay afloat.
We made do with what we had.
In handmade clothes we were clad.
Our imaginations entertained us
while nature's bounty helped sustain us.
Raking, mowing and bottle collecting
provided things we weren't expecting:
to see a movie or buy a mitt.
If you wanted something, you worked for it!
So, I more than survived childhood;
I learned to be all I could.
Two years of college was cause for delay
before I declared Independence Day.
I left my parents; moved far away
excited to do it all my way.
To try my wings without a net,
leaving the nest without regret.
Any job well done is its own reward.
I found many occupations to be explored:
mail carrier, bookkeeper, manager, clerk,
soldier, census taker, service rep, soda jerk.
Made many friends along life's path;
A few have met with life's aftermath.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm still here
but, of death, I have no fear.
Of loves, I've had a few
but the greatest love I ever knew,
is the love of a mother for her son;
With him, my family was begun.
I leave my grandchildren to carry on
the adventure of life when I am gone.
I hope they thrive when they are grown
in a world much different from my own.
The legacy I leave behind,
I wish to be my words and rhymes.
So, on my gravestone may it say:
"Through her poetry, she came this way".
August 31, 2015
For my family
Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying out checking
and savings accounts.
Gross negligence fomented morass
of monetary hemorrhage,
thus yours truly speculating
imagining peaceful easy feeling
after quaffing hemlock beverage
(considerably less expensive
than trained masseuse
administering head to toe effleurage)
the former painless demise
popularized courtesy Socrates
whereby Athenian democracy
charged said philosopher
with impiety and corrupting
the youth of Athens
unlike him I feel mental,
physical, and spiritual states
devastated, jackknifed, and shattered
into a million little pieces,
hence appealing notion shucking off
western civilization equipage,
and concomitant linkedin
corporeal defrauded earthling
and author of these words.
The importance of money
or lack thereof smarts,
especially when series
of unfortunate events
even Lemony Snicket,
would be flabbergasted
at such blatant and flagrant stupidity
exhibited courtesy yours truly.
Herr dummkopf did not function
with one iota of his brain
case in point entire
financial cushion he did drain
anonymous, barbarous, egregious,
ferocious, iniquitous jerks
re: cyber crooks enriched their coffers
in previous poems I did explain
how yours truly got sucker punched
to surrender substantial capital
subsequently severe depression
washes over me like floodplain
after a major hurricane
thus another shout out,
though I feel quite insane
to drum up buffer (in) zone
excedrin also sought
to bring temporary relief
far fetched likelihood in dough main
despite moon shot
to witness philanthropic boost,
I keep praying Meg Found
will pull thru and ordain
(fiasco from fraudster frazzles father)
one ordinarily perspicacious primate
who financially doth strain.
on the fourth of July the United States of America
celebrates its Independence Day
when the people fought and won against an oppressive ruler
who would never let them have any say
the Declaration of Independence is that doctrine
which upholds certain truths when it comes to our living
to have liberty and the pursuit of happiness
as those traits now considered a given
when I think of myself as a Christian to have been reborn in Christ
I realize I have declared a state of independence over my life
for the redemption by God has set me free from sin
it took away the evilness that attempts to dwell within
I now declare the victory like my forefathers had achieved
with the freedom to worship the God that I love and believe
the adversary no longer has any dominion over my life
for I've been cleansed by the blood of my Redeemer Jesus the Christ
no longer will I allow any sin to direct my behavior
I'm now standing on the foundation of the word of Jesus the Christ my Savior
sin is never satisfied and it's progressive in its natural form
it starts with curiosity and then goes on and on
and you can't get over on sin as it will weaken you every time
it will lead to destructive tendencies and will take your last dime
it derives from the devil since the moment he fell down to Earth
but thank God for the blood sacrifice of Jesus for I now have rebirth
Paul in a letter to the Roman church emphasized this very point
to tell them that as disciples of the Gospel that now have freedom in this joint
so declare your independence from that stronghold called sin
to celebrate your victory with prayer again, again and again
I declare that I hold these truths to be self-evident
that from the tyranny of sin I am now independent
no longer bound by any words nor any deeds that have belittled me
no longer caught up in toxic relationships that won't allow me to be free
no longer under the influence of what the world has to say
I declare my independence from sin on this day