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Premium Member Allow them hope'

Allow them respect, those who battle on.' In tents and cars
Australia you are being guided so wrong.' I presume there's
No voting facility 'for our disenfranchised?' I question the
Morality? Where is the councel of the wise? I advise intervention..We saw it before.' Camps of internment when
A health scare hit the doors.' Now such a reaction is needed in a more positive way.' Reach out..Show humanity'
Let them vote..Have their say.' Fix things at the bottom and
It'll come good..We know what our forebears beleived and
How they stood.' The spirit of Australia was forged in hard
Times..It will rise to the challenge.' All we need we will find.'
Turn to each other.' And allow some dignity..Release all fear
That Australia may become again 'the land of oppertunity'
Form: Rhyme


Last Train To Auschwitz

Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks;
the bodies merge -
 men, women, teenagers, children, babes in arms,
  blended, mixed in sweat and fear, every sound loud 
   whispering, trembling, internment tremors of a heartbeat pounding;
the echoes live, alive and too well know,
 inaudible, aghast, hate, compelling rage and fear 
  holding every breath, acquiesced acceptance, and submission; 
the rumors of truth or lie prevail,
 now immaterial, unimportant, insignificance set in a new reality
  where time, life, no longer matters, possessions, money, land,
   all trinkets left behind, buried to confiscations of time;
last call. boarding passes for all, 
 believers and deceivers, travelers
  on the last train to Auschwitz;
   was it day, was it night, yesterday or today? 
Surely, you remember, or is it just another lie of denial
 history fading away, haunted by the sound of the train whistle
  blowing smoke, hollowed thru clouds, in the emptiness of the gray sky,
oblivion of yesterday's images,
 peer thru the slitted openings and see
 line after line of crosses and stones, 
 marking the ghosts, waiting, calling out
  all aboard now,
 ALL ABOARD.

 Can we, do we, will we ever learn 
    from the tragedies 
     of our shared histories?

Will it be day or
 will it be night,
   today
  or tomorrow?

All aboard now?




Last Train to Auschwitz 
for Kai Michael Neumann's Poetry Contest
4/12/21
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Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Spiritual Wisdom

Inner inspiration and discernment,
Agree within for conscience internment;
Within me, I hear constant divine call,
I understand all that is good for all...!

True wisdom exists with the fear of God,
From within each does the almighty laud;
Will I ever gain this divine insight,
With no true love though mighty be I might...?

Praying for wisdom, reading divine words,
Breathing by words, like within eggs, new birds;
Reflecting, pondering, meditating, 
For sacred demands and commands waiting...

One doesn't gain divine wisdom with ease, 
Struggle to survive in it never cease;
If one can, yet, succeed in doing so, 
Life and death will, within his control flow...!!!


12 January 2023 
A spiritual wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Beautiful

Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day

So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away

Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door


Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
Form: Acrostic

Need versus Needn't

Cornwall Security employee has in daylight today exited work vehicle in thousand oaks to initiate false name using another's forcibly removing public utility access from the army corps of engineers in the United States of America. Per declaration

Removing free speech



Time now is 9:59a.m

Interested parties up to the AFL-CIO and all account holders in California have previously been named defendents

Order of city draw from account concludes upon registration entries of harbor house desk pantry fool reception.

As to whom is eating


Typically "fasting" days, rights and laws devolve internment districting rather astutely in history.

That one has as currency and is currently undergoing the burden of halting on side notes for another's labor in a daylights gaining momentum.

Conjectures reposing argument precludes


115 My 28th Leaf

115.

My 28th Leaf



Plucked thee on leg high

Some tombs are nearby

People are mourning

Sunshine is scorching

A kind of “grass fern”



By nature it's born

So soil to adorn

Planted by no one

Owned by everyone

I'm with some mourners



April Eleven

During internment

It was time of noon

Teacher buried soon

Picked this while standing



On cemetery

Dumarao county

Few metres away

Where Ma'am Zen's tomb lay

Side sarcophagus



Teacher's memorial

From her day's burial

Guidance Counselor

My precious mentor

Ma'am Macalipay.



-04/11/1012

(Dumarao)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Nightmares

My ideas are in hiding 
Afraid of the secret police
For they are in Kansas City
My poems are not wanting to goosestep
I hear glass breaking
It does not wake me up at first
But when it does I am in Portland
And my poem is standing on a man’s neck
I am screaming for it to get off
He is yelling that he cannot breathe.
Terror infiltrates me as I realize I am paralyzed.
I can hear my heartbeat; double-time now.

My ideas are in a fetal position, lying under benches.
Visualizing concentration camps
Oh, excuse ME! Internment camps.
Children being torn from their mother’s arms.
Crying and wailing. Cages. Dirty rotten government men.
My poems are turning themselves into stories.
I am no help. I am paralyzed. Cannot stop the thoughts though.
Swastikas are swirling around which is not comfortable.
Now the Klan! Are you kidding?
I am being marched out by chicken  white hooders.

My writing is holding its breath, lying in wait
Thinking I will return. I may never be the same.
This new development has me buckling at my knees.
Someone cracks me across them with a whip.
Someone speaks German at me.
Crapppp!   I barely know English.
That’s a good one my muse says, making a note.
I try to wake up, but there is someone sitting on my neck.
I cannot breathe.
I struggle,
I scream
Nothing comes out.
My worst nightmare, and of course it is three a.m.
The time I always have to go to the bathroom.
Something big is sitting on my neck and my head.
I give up, not caring about anything except breathing now.
It’s the Covid 19, my muse says. We are obsessed with it
I am so irritated, for it might not be my muse.
It might be another personality; I have plenty of them.
I sit quietly, waiting for the urge to write to pass.
Unfortunately, it never does.

Premium Member Banned Book Club -IV


“Adults fear their youths who see through hypocrisy and won’t be silenced. Told to stop disrespectful behavior and not to fight ~  though it’s adults who taught them to stand up for what is right”—Poet

There is a book burning
Nine months since the banning of books, 
The politics of fear are rising from minds bent
Into a Muslim camp they are sent
Seventeen-year-old Layla and her parents
detained inside, her boyfriend on the outside
Even though they’re citizens. What does he do?
Comparisons to the Japanese camps in WWII
White supremacy, a chilling coincidence?
Should Muslim Americans fight back for their independence?
Parents struggle just for survival,
under an unscrupulous Director and his guard’s evil revival
What takes place in determent is no mystery
It has already happened in  history
Truth is hidden by the dictators
Bullies, cowards crass with words cruel, blustery,
Controlling, sparking fear unfettered, in this story
Freedom is traded for a false quote
Fascists and authoritarians never remote

Our voices  will not be silenced
Power to teenage protagonists!
As a high school teacher Samira knows,
Teenagers always speak out to those
Show they have power, fear young hope collectively
Our privilege, use it for what’s bigger than we
Conflicts parents who shield their child to the nth degree
Meanwhile those children have gleaned from their parents 
 “You raised me to ask questions for injustices and now you shut me down”
Marching encouragement, teenage Idealism, hope
Duty to fight for justice is in wide scope
Youth who gaze toward the future can make a difference
They have perceived corruption in their world 
They shall fight with persistence, resistance 
Young activist with a desire
Unbridled zeal afire
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Do You Feel Like I Feel

A Plandemic they are causing, to tear us apart!
A constant reminder, of their evil restart!

Repeating over and over, COVID 19,
Lying to us, with their Fake News Theme! 

Internment and Fema camps to get rid 
of us all! Look at the writing, it's on the wall!

Scaring all human beings.To get us all, to 
take their Vaccine!

Mask wearing and social distancing are suppose
to stop the spread. Cases are going up, don't
believe what they have said!

Programming us for the "Dark, Dark, winter" 
Joe said. Then infecting us with their Corona 
Test!

You can't trust the politicians, they do as 
they are told! They are all traitors, just so
you know!

Could you ever imagine schools would be closed?
When the recovery rate is 99.7, still they 
impose.

Their fake Science doesn't add up, someone please
tell them to shut the H-LL up!

They are shutting down Businesses that's the plan.
Causing unemployment, and Worldwide depression,
through out the land!

They will say our cash carries the virus! A cashless
society causing a crisis!

They repeat to convince us of A New Normal. You and I
know it's bulls--t and Abnormal!

World domination, total control! Affecting everyone, the 
young and the old!

Men and women have to endure, The false narrative of 
finding a cure!

A Virtual future of working from home. No interaction,
just isolation, and working alone!

Support one another in these Treacherous times. Pray, 
get close to God, don't lose your mind.

Go for a peaceful walk, meditate for a while. Spend time
with loved ones, enjoy their warm smiles.

We can think positive on our outlook on life. Don't let 
the enemy, steal your God given rights.

Peace be with you, all of my friends. Trust in our Lord, 
until the very end...

Be aware they are censoring free speech under the guise of Hate Speech. These Channels are constantly being taken down. The Powers that be don't want the TRUTH shared.... Remember Nurses will be crying for the patients they are loosing to Covid ploys to make it real, winning your sympathy. Many are being told their loved ones are dead from Covid another lie.
Their mission is to take the world over, collapsing economies, and killing millions.

Check out on YouTube A Call For An Uprising. Also Lost Arts Radio.


Please share with others and tell them to share, thank you...
Form: Rhyme

Look, No Stone

Since there was no stone to close Jesus’ death tomb
According to modern Christian myth, it had vanished,
But as of the Gospel version of this story, boom,
In Luke 24:2 the stone was rolled away - astonished?

Matthew 28 verses 1 to 6 tell us squarely, no tact,
That an angel appeared to the two women, the Mary’s, 
To the next of kin in Jesus’ life, mum and partner, fact, 
Which defers upon these two people the quandaries.  

Jesus had caused such a kerfuffle amongst professionals, 
In the medical scene he’d had an important remark, 
That the poor should also receive treatment, nationals, 
Did it in public even, brought medicine out of the dark.

So the continuation of this new strand of medicine, 
Had to be engineered, and the two Mary’s saw that, 
So, I detect, they told a lie about the internment scene, 
Because they suggest strength by angels having hat. 

When you do exercises too much or strain excessively, 
You can see an angel if you believe in them, reflection, 
So I deduce that Mary and Mary moved the stone actively, 
And cremated his body without guilt or hesitation. 

A lie can often hint the original truth, when you tell one, 
And so the real story can be deduced, concluded, traced, 
And the Gospel states that the stone was set aside, tonne, 
Not disappeared implying god had resurrected and aced. 

Extreme fundamentalist parents tell their kids smugly, 
That the stone had vanished without explanation, 
But you can see clearly that Christianity was born really, 
From the two Mary’s and the gardener’s cremation.
Form: Quatrain

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