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Firstly, having realized that PS Soupers cross the International Line, aspects of politics should be addressed. Clarity of 'Crossing the Aisles'. An American phrase references Congress and seldom elsewhere. I'm expounding on Congress via its members and how they find it useful. Members accord themselves with similarities fashioned by their constituents -- lest they seek a short term. Ergo, they'll ingratiate themselves on social issues that affect their daily lives, and the reciprocal benefit will ensure a mainstay in office. Members in opposition will ingratiate with constituents on those similar social issues that affect their daily lives from a whole different perspective thereby affecting said controversy from 'Crossing the Aisles' on a political level, whether it be, Washington DC, Ottawa, Canberra, or elsewhere..
Now on the subject of religion. I've bandied about my POV on faith and my pious mother via some of my posted poetry here at PS. In my sampling for the contest, I did make such an implication of that fact yet if you read into it, you'll note it was words of Christian standards that infer a mother's love towards her two sons that preceded her in death. I did not preach on the subject of my faith and have it dragged into the darkness of controversy.
Contrast on Controversy
Poor, leased heart agreeing to a blind date
With malice aforethought you bartered the rate
Twas not petty theft my reason to sift
But treasonous plot my passion to shift
Trite misdemeanor to coyly my fallen spirit lift
Felonious assault my tendered soul to rift
Friendly interest, floated my sinking dreams on your balmy skiff
Accessory to heartache, allowing my fleeting hopes to drift
A bended ear feigning with my liabilities to relate
Lecherous charmer embezzling my allegiance, endearing my fate
Ceremoniously following decorum, my good graces to satiate
Callously counterfeiting my honor, your own ego to ingratiate
Seedier media’s spewed a lot of late
Crude is all about lewd Bazball’s fate
Ben eschewed then stewed had to wait
On Stokes & ECB feud did concentrate
A tomfoolery catapult at a summer fete
Deranged but change won’t contemplate
Glummer fans can berate but no debate
Won’t halt dumber all out assault template
Fawn this new dawn to thrill will facilitate
Once did reinvigorate now does agitate
Ban this bland brand just a T20 ingratiate
Test tragics thirst perverse curse won’t sate
Hiss Brook took the piss & will aggravate
Ben we no longer trust and must castigate
When he then lost his zen & did denigrate
His men & all the plaudits he did generate
As Test cricket’s saviour we didn’t hesitate
Defending best sort of our sport appreciate
Stopping unwise franchise rise we participate
Tests out of date follow a reprobate mandate
Cogitate let's all just trust Bazball & meditate
New chapter couldn't create must abbreviate
Lust did rust so deviate to your ego capitulate
Ben did abrogate before he then did abdicate
You bled said in red Tests would emancipate
New autobiography a publisher did ingratiate
Was a helluva scheme to your team castrate
Then on Test cricket you literally did defecate
From embers lets remember when did venerate
Rule of cool cats & sexy sultry strut of their gait
We did anticipate how they did titillate & titivate
In the thrall of the gall as Bazball did captivate
Is this the future of Test cricket we did ruminate
Rid of Covid new bid to stop the skid scintillate
Calling card is freeing the old guard to salivate
Enjoy the game again as wins did demonstrate
The swagger turned to stagger did defenestrate
Of course horse bolted.. before closed the gate
We’re entertainers the reason they did extenuate
Facts and their foolhardy acts will still repudiate
Our chagrin as on seriously thin ice they do skate
The plain disdain for the WTC did really infuriate
England is in such a state has enough on its plate
From the ruins nothing to excavate as we excoriate
But blunder here and down under won't exonerate
Uncouth truth can’t be hid from livid fans who hate
Bazball gesticulate just a cheap buzz like amyl nitrate
Everyone I know wears a mask,
but the face of this person
was not in hiding, if he wore one
it was transparent.
I could see he was not playing a part,
not following any script,
not reading other faces wondering how to react,
not courting smiles and nods in order to signal
agreement.
He was not in, nor out of a social circle.
I could tell at a glance
that he would not mimic
any borrowed characteristics
simply to curry favor or impress.
He was a man
that would not feign a tear, until
it fell naturally
nor signal a false camaraderie,
or join any masquerade
simply to be accepted.
He did not socialize to ingratiate,
or seek influence,
did not push himself forward
in order to gain attention.
When I met him
I knew I could not wear
my own mask and be real in his eyes.
I felt I had to take it off
to be shorn of pretense;
sadly my mask was stuck to my skull
as an obviously painted persona,
a false flag I had carefully cultivated
for far too long,
now try as I might it would not come off.
That same day
I met many people with masks,
we gathered to meet each other.
Try as I might
I could see nothing unrehearsed,
spontaneous, or authentic in us all.
Truth be told, all our masks
fitted far too perfectly.
"He was a brave, resourceful and honest boy. He would have been a successful man under
other circumstances. I loved the youngster in the old days and can say now after the passing
fifty years that I still love his memory. He has gained an unfair and undeserved reputation.
Most of the stories told about him are simply not true at all. He was born into poor
circumstances and did what he did to get by. He was a thousand times better and braver
than any man hunting him." - George Coe, close friend
He was a remarkable boy. Far above the average of the young men of those times and he
undoubtedly had the making of a fine man in him." - Susan McSween, close friend
He had a great personality and could ingratiate himself in people's good graces very quickly.
He had laughing blue eyes, always smiling or laughing, very accommodating and good
hearted. He had an innocent timid look and all of this took with the girls at once."
- Lily Casey Klasner, resident
"All the wrongs have been charged to him, yet we who really knew him know that he was
good and had fine qualities. We have not put our impressions of him into print and our
silence has been the cause of great injustice to him." - Martin Chavez, close friend
"He (The one who killed him) was afraid to go back into the room to make sure of whom he
had shot. I went in and was the first to discover that they had killed my little boy. I hated
those men and I'm glad I've lived long enough to see them all dead and buried."
- Deluvina Maxwell, very close friend
"He has gained an undeserved and unfair reputation to this very day,
and so his truest to life story written poetically is my mission to set the record straight."
- William A Cleator, Me
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That last quote of mine actually does rhyme poetically,
and so that justifies my posting all of these documented quotes from history
about this well known historical figure, but who is he?
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2. "Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 2
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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up. They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and a couple of lilac bushes, forcing them to die.
One has wound himself around my apple tree,
The apple has given up. She produced less than five apples this year.
Another is climbing precariously close to my largest oak tree.
These beautiful berry bushes are bullies, and I will have to do something about them.
Bully berry bushes, I think, renaming them, to give myself a bit of power.
Beautiful at first, but after they ingratiate themselves, fooling you completely with their prettiness
They strangle all other vegetation in their path, killing bushes and trees, and not caring a whit.
Sort of like a beautiful woman without a conscious, who ingratiates herself into a family,
Strangling it and killing it with her lack of integrity. A beautiful man can do it too, it is not always a woman.
Beautiful berry bushes, not unlike charismatic beautiful people with no conscious feelings for others.
I am looking for my chainsaw now. Best to cut the head off the snake, right?
A trilogy of love: bared, shared, pared
Lust's shallow wave crests, cascades, crashes
Deeper, emotive swells rise, rumble, release
Conflicting currents form rip tide tugging, tossing, tearing
Amor's undulating rhythms pulsate
Low tide, latent fantasies surface ego to ingratiate
High tide, a endless churning of desires our longing cannot satiate
Libidinous breakers scour lecherous bottom; a brackish foam doth emanate
In the deeper recesses of our minds, a rational connection percolates
From the depths, a heart-felt thrust rises; a growing bond initiates
Two, constant minds mutually sharing space; each hope, dream resonates
Surface tension increases; two hearts mount each obstacle, common course navigates
Nearing balmy shore, strong winds of indifference blow
Into eroding channels untested lovers unwittingly row
Selfish goals drag the unstable pair into the undertow
Corrosive fears, unmitigated doubts sever trust placing love in escrow
Hiromita your domicile lies in wait
Make haste to your earthly gate
Earth shakes bold; steady your
estate
Ocean's waves, briny stew doth
impregnate
Shelter your crops; your chicken
coop insulate
Another tremor, with calamity
don't equate
With phosphorous-laden breezes
your senses fondly relate
With a steady compass, another
storm you'll navigate
Your indestructible hearth is
melded to malleable plate
Many times battered; but never
did obliterate
Your parents bid adieu, but you
must wait
Dispensing the stores as an
efficient magnate
Your spindly wife shares your
passive fate
No time her tendered fealty to
contemplate
With due speed she puts away
each sack, crate
Then both ascending to the upper
floor the tides to mitigate
Home buttressed; hopes, dreams
still ingratiate
Looking windoward, a dark,
towering mass doth peril insinuate
You turn inward hoping your fears
to attenuate
The merciless surge rolls; you
clasp hands the force to abrogate
The black debris wave slams your
home, the pummeled timbers
capitulate
Your filial bond doth sever; your
domesticated world annihilate
Enterprising Henry IV declares suzerainty over state
Xenophobic princes seek the royal prerogative to abate
Cautious king uses diplomacy, threats his minions to subjugate
Old rivals in Saxony Henry's consolidation with tyranny equate
Morose princes in the hinterland seek to avoid a similar fate
Manic King Henry sends his forces the opposition to eradicate
Unifying his kingdom, Henry dispatches puppets, builds forts his
subjects to ingratiate
Nouveau Pope, Gregory VII, seeks his spiritual fiefdom to
accentuate
Invoking ban on German King's power to bishops nominate
Calculating King refuses to cooperate with this diabolical dictate
Arrogant Pope responds to Henry's disobedience with a writ to
excommunicate
Terrified, Henry performs penance to wipe clean the slate
Ecclesiastical mantra restored; Pope Gregory VII absolves the
humbled magnate
Demeaned but not demised, Henry continued to temporal, spiritual
power appropriate
As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did wave his hand
H hazily, with a wry grin, a gesture so bland
I paused for a moment, twiddling thumbs of my hand
Chaffed by the wind, my heart did take its stand
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine
Eyes bursting with pathos, a tale so divine
In some odd sense, that distorted moment did shine
A light enough to fool the mind, a beacon so fine
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light
Like selenium, a spark that ignited the night
I looked again at this parched home village of mine
Even raddled grass blades, a beauty so divine
The sun did rise, a fiery ball of gold
As I walked on, my footsteps did unfold
A story of longing, of dreams yet untold
Of a heart that beats, with a spirit so bold
The wind did whisper secrets, of a world so wide
As I walked on, my soul did start to glide
Through fields of green, where wildflowers did sway
And the scent of blooming lavender did fill the day
I felt the warmth of the sun, on my skin so fair
As I walked on, without a care
The world did seem so vast, so full of wonder and might
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
The stars did twinkle, like diamonds in the sky
As I walked on, with a heart that did not deny
The beauty of the world, the wonder of the sight
As I walked on, into the darkness of the night
The moon did glow, a silver crescent shape
As I walked on, with a heart that did not escape
The magic of the world, the mystery of the night
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
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