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You have no need to fear me,
I need not come.
The eventuality of your demise
lies well within your greed born lies.
Desire for land, wealth and power
spoils everything as it sours.
At first the words spill forth
stern rhetoric and ill retorts.
Then befalls the famine, war and death
while lies and accusations spew from your breath.
Some close their eyes and pretend
this is just a turning point around the bend.
It is the inner circle that knows
that truth is full of hate and loathing undisclosed.
There is no need to fear Armageddon's prophecy
you are your own destroyers defeated by hypocrisy.
You have no need to fear me,
I need not come.
in my meditation I found my
mystical guardian and protector ... a slithering snake
around me is an invisible circle
and my snake is coiled at my feet always
on guard
until someone steps within my inner circle
~ I have trained my snake to slither to the intruder
to depend me with a threatening display
but, he is invisible to everyone but me ~
though I believe people sense danger coming for them
I proved this to myself one day
at dance class when three girls came to dance and were mean
they wanted the space I was in and were pushing and bumping me
so I whispered to my snake to take action
~ the music was playing and all were dancing
but those girls were tripping and had a look of terror
that is when I knew that I was a snake charmer ~
those girls ran out of class and were never seen again
I bring my snake everywhere with me now
most of the time he is just sleeping and quiet
but if someone should come too close
he will hiss and raise his head ... waiting for my instruction
I speak to him 'in my mind' ... he understands
~I feel safe having this spiritual snake charm
sometimes, I stroke his velvet skin and I think he purrs
but he is ready ... at any moment
.... to protect me_
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January 11, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/My Spiritual Snake
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1420-778-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, The Snake Charmer
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 02/04/2022
Fifth Place
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
time is the most valuable commodity
at the end of the day
there’s never much to spare
every second counting
the time it takes
for a smile or kind word
says it all
many people are convinced
space is limited in their heart
they forget that love is a muscle
that lives in fear of atrophy
you have to be brave to rip off
your rose-colored glasses
even though it will leave your heart
vulnerable and at risk
truth is bound to hurt
it usually does
it’s not fun
one day to realize
people live by
their golden rule
of “what’s in it for me”
it’s an earthshattering moment
of lost innocence
people are wrapped up
in their own little universe
caught up in the cyclone
of their madness
the folks in your inner circle
are the ones who
won’t hesitate to strike
in a miserly way
smiles and kind words
dispensed sparingly
there’s always someone
who is going to want to bully you
by withholding their kindness
they won’t smile
or say a kind word
it’s their way of
manipulating you
to varying degrees
they enjoy seeing you squirm
it’s a game for them
maybe more
subconscious than deliberate
but really
how much of a difference
does that really make
there are people
who will never respect you
that’s the way they’re built
their hearts cold and
without empathy
you can’t count on
outside validation
it’s always fickle
forever unreliable
these are people
close-minded
with undeveloped
hearts incapable of love
in the grandest of ways
it’s sad but true
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
AP: 1st place 2020
Did the belt? Get its way?
Wearing the pants of those who earn, just enough pay
Commander should want to know
Since dropping programs is a no go
Stated from an image that used to be a spear
Controlling those inner circle cheers
Enjoying a Miller Busch beer
Once again red skin sometimes burned
Trying to learn
How to use the tanning bed
Playing with the voter's head
Mailing it in, using Fed Ex
Many gave RFK Stadium, a gut check
Finding much decay
Washington could not play
And with the colts gone
Northern harbor city needed a new dawn
The Raven chapter was written
Poe ghost was smitten
This idea is most fitten
Author spirit did concur
Wanting the haunting message to be heard
About this dirty bird
Who could make a stir
When the powers that be
Have a late luncheon tea
To discuss a reason
Why both should not have a successful season
Since two hundred fifty years ago
There were numerous Poes
Who were just average Joes
Challenging the King
And his crowning aristocratic bling
Until blood was shed
And people were dead
Tonight
When DC and Baltimore stage this fight
Remember poems can spin a tale
That could catch the rhythmic sail
And become an anthem
Of one poetic phantom
Named Poe
Who you all know?
Since he took things to the grave
Being brave
Speaking his mind
Only making a few dimes
Unlike the Washington Times
Who love the moon
And its galactic enchanting swoon
Where the wolf's howl
When the commander's scowl
Turning men into beasts
Making them tackle in peace
Not allowing anyone to die
Due to a miscommunication lie
Which could result in lives saying goodbye
Lets play this football game
And remember the name
Who passed in shame
Drunk
As a skunk
And should be warning to the rookie sleeping in the top bunk
It is not nice to hurl
On the first ladies pearls
You are not getting any referral
Earl
Instead, a yellow flag
Replacing a body bag
And upon another review
That is honestly pretty cool
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
A coincidence fatale,
Would you possibly
believe,
But our senses, hearts and minds,
aren't so smothered nor subdued
- that we cannot perceive,
Total control of the food
China their blueprint,
the tool and the example
Recall Naval Blockade
for Opium Brown,
Unearthing vast resources,
Technocratic minerals
so precious
are taken out and shipped
by East India Crown,
For the rest of the planet
to taste but not sample,
The Dark Continent to bathe only - in blood to drown
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
Bolshevik Banksters South Africa,
Cecil Rhodes' Round Table
- of Gold
Totalitarianism through
crippling debt to unfold
Manipulating countries World Bank, IMF
Creative funding - NGOs Lobbying 'necessary' Debt
plus coercion extortion,
Inner Circle Deception
Zimbabwe, Mugabe a pawn
to despair
Pen to paper, international, immoral signature they dare,
to wit:
Libya's 'Colonel' Gaddafi
put in place to commit,
independently solvent, perhaps
- realised too late
Any dissenters are jailed
or sanctioned to death
Aside from this, there is now hope
The Continent's cries
being heard at last..
by a majority common sense?
Other nations debate,
are now looking fast
for better, more ethical Laws that don't exactly depend on what they took,
It is after all an unpayable debt,
On the same old-Babylonian disastrous fate..
Though not yet, not yet
Astonishingly, Incredibly
though,
that's exactly what..
- They would have us believe
There's plenty to see,
if we care enough - to look.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
May 28th 2021
During covid 19 lockdown
ThePoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
When you walked out I snickered.
Thinking you’d be back by lunch time.
I fixed your favorite lunch – meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
By one o’clock I had learned my lesson.
I decided to change.
So you could love me more when you returned.
I called, but your phone went to voice mail.
So I called again.
Same thing.
I saved lunch for supper, knowing you would be home by six.
This was on a Saturday.
I threw the meatloaf out on Monday.
Without tasting it.
It would not have been fun, without you there.
I had already eaten the potatoes.
I figured we would laugh about it when you got home.
On Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday.
By Friday I knew you were dead.
I called your mother.
She was abrupt with me.
So was your sister.
I sensed that they knew you were not dead.
They were still in your inner circle.
I was not.
This was a year ago.
I have had eleven months and eleven days to think
about changes I could make
about being a better woman
about making you want to stay
Eleven months and eleven days of waiting
Am I falling into a pit of despair?
Are you kidding?
I am already there,
not clawing my way out
Not caring any more
Because you are gone
and I disappeared
a while back
The Spin Game
or
Thumbing the Scale
Thoughts for 1/28/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve dined from both sides of this pancake,
And it’s all about acquiring our desires.
Many are inclined to twist things
In order to gain a competitive advantage;
I’ve been party to many “dog and pony” shows,
And expected to suck it up
Like a hungry Hog slurping from a trough;
On whatever level of life I’ve been found,
The behind the scene politicking had been done.
A board or inner circle had usually decided,
How the vote would go long before it was taken.
That causes me to question, what is transparency?
What is honesty, what is truth?
When casting nay votes it has opened me up to all sorts of criticism.
But never face to face.
Tom
Love is the commitment based on respect
To forge an alliance in ways abstract
When two hearts unite as life's architect
Their souls intertwine by a karmic pact
Knitting the fabric of their daily life
Blissful togetherness its foundation
Nurturing exchanges devoid of strife
Each other the object of affection
Unblemished trust is the almighty glue
The strength to surmount any obstacle
Promise to be loyal faithful and true
Protecting fiercely our inner circle
Sometimes we're needing to work through baggage
To heal within a small child with damage
AP: 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 2, 2019 for contest WHAT IS LOVE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
A beauty holds onto character
The true nature of humanity
For love not defined but put to act
Seeing within mind's outer intention
Inner circle persuading pleasant passion
A tree:- South, North, East and West
Driven by disturbing breeze yet stands
For all cardinal points to visit her head
Blowing to cool down hot atmosphere
Her people pass promptly cum production
A pretty parade pushing entertainment
Staged with value to beautify her heritage
By which hands clip onto another for feelings
In awe to how butts tune up beats' flows
Gearing unstable legs of others to cheers
A diverse language scattered throughout
Growing up so fast wishes to unite all
For understanding to relate differences
Today, it makes us a fantastic awesome one
By Western favor she can't but appreciate
A view of different ages ago without war
Excellent duties get her really stand out
Out of every possible trouble loading faults
To energize forces against herself for once
Not until discovery channel White to her castle
A fortunate lady open to observation
As to the need to let go of the ships
Whereas, some captains never depart
Building another some more ships here
Indirectly to teach her and have her heart
A great significant lady for improvement
Who keeps tailoring running future
To learning check on elementary days
Of Modern world turning culture around
Yet lose not the beauty of her call: dignity
Celebrating African day: the diversities and commonalities that unite us as one
His name was Pimlico Missler
His wife was Uhora Missler
If you happen to stumble
across his show
Mark his showmenship
Analyze his value from
The point of view of
Someone who's over eager
To be right, and someone
more eager to be wrong or
wronged.
Then are your interest from
being more equipped
Or have you developed an angle
To find fault in everything done
To make sense of your
Current and reaccurring points
Of view.
Something someone told me
Sounds like someway for
Someone to speak I'll of you
Or to create a means for
Some sort of drama to accure.
Taking down banners might mean
The club meeting is over
But does it mean your importance
Is so significant that you are
The only one putting up those
Banners.
Are your causes significant enough
To create your interest.