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The myopic state
We live in a precarious world when opinions
other than the official ones are banned and ignored
I’m thinking of RT (Russian TV.
That brings news and analyses of current events
the commentators are usually scholars, intellectuals
that do not get a hearing in the usual media
I watch the channel and many others to get a perspective
of the world, we live in.
I Germany RT has been banned because of not having
the right silenced. this is not true and RT is taken
the relevant authority to court.
Probably RT will lose.
There is in Europe and the USA a myopic view
of what we can say or do and many of us who question more
Will and cannot be heard.
This brings us to those who refuse the covid vaccine
they are not criminals but people who fear the restrictions
will lead to more restriction and when a constraint is in place
the likelihood is will be permanent that will
curtailing of freedom.
Our liberty to have a view other than the one accepted
by the sensors who works for the state against the will of the people
In our younger days we met for dinner;
Now it’s mainly lunch.
We needn’t rush; since we’re retired,
Time slots we don’t crunch.
We pack up meals we’ve ordered,
For we’ve barely eaten half
And when waiters ask, “Dessert or wine?”
We shake our heads and laugh.
We stop a stranger, asking if
He’ll snap our photo please.
He sees four senior citizens
So he, of course, agrees.
But what he cannot understand
(No reason that he should)
Is that, though we look old to him,
There is the likelihood
That we’ve lived through so many things
He’s only read about
And though he’ll have his own adventures,
There is little doubt
That we add up to so much more
Than what his pix reveal –
Four smiling alte kakers*
Clutching what’s left of our meal.
*a Yiddish expression meaning old farts
The doctor gave me a prescription for medicine,
and all the container said was, take two pills at bedtime;
I decided to look up the side effects and warnings,
holy smokes, the list was a mile long . . . causes dizziness.
Oh that's great, I am dizzy already, confusion, headache,
muscle weakness, WEIGHT GAIN (darn it ), slow heart beat;
chance of heart attack, seizures, liver/kidney damage,
patients may have higher likelihood of cancer resulting in death.
If breathing stops . . . call 911??? No way I will be taking
these PILLS, those w a r n i n g s are too scary for this girly girl.
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October 14, 2016
Poetry/Light Poetry/Warnings
Copyright Protected, ID 10-839-409-14
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Have you ever sat in the rain, drowned in Earth’s tears?
Have you ever screamed to the sky just for no one to hear?
Have you ever sat in silence waiting for the smoke to clear?
Have you ever been thrown to face all your biggest fears?
Would you believe me if I said I was abandoned at three?
Would you believe me if I said violence was nothing new to me?
Would you believe me if I said my absent father stayed away?
That I’d get hit by my mom every time I disobeyed?
Would you believe if I said that my stepdads had their way?
Especially the one that scarred me to this day?
Do you think that I grew up without any friends?
They either moved away or played lie and pretend
I sat there wishing for a better childhood
Section 8 housing kinda shook my livelihood
And getting into trouble was the likelihood
I’d dream of the day I’d move to Hollywood
Every betrayal and lie is what’s keeping me wise
But it keeps me mistrustful of every single guy
Like a CIA archive sitting right between my eyes
I’m keeping tabs on yall like an international spy
My whole life I’ve been pushing against a current
Being treated all my life like I’m everybody’s servant
Being lied to by loved ones is what’s keeping me observant
Cuz I recognize those snake eyes in every single serpent
hello poetry soup and all
the entry below was written several years back
however
the words stand true to this day
please consider this entry a small thought
for all who are living with a heavy heart and stress
may this entry be a dedication to you all
I'm still following the yellow brick road at this time
thus I can not review and reply
may this day find you well
thank you
and yes
peace
"as time passes by"
to every man and woman
you are not alone
perhaps not yesterday
perhaps not today
somehow the likelihood of tomorrow will show
hold dear your past and life known
embrace the future and a world unknown
for all is not lost
it has just been found
there is no preparation or rule
nor is there a guide
the heart learns and adjusts as time passes by
and as time passes by it adjusts once again
I wish I could say with wisdom that tomorrow will be
but with certainty I can say
it will be
this is not for the strong
this is not for the weak
I leave you all to endure
endure what was
what is
and what will be
you have right now and all that is
-- SkyWatcher --
They were both afraid and madly in love, but neither he nor she would say goodbye. They fought back the tears for the longest time before each of them
began to cry. They met in Paris and fell deeply in love, whereupon the greatest dilemma was born. Yes, their emotional world merged, and the
romance began, but they were deeply torn because they lived oceans apart. The time flew quickly by, and they were duty bound to depart. There were
sparkles in their eyes, but there was a despairing lump in their hearts from the start. She was very rich and he was of modest means; and it would take
more than love to unite them together. They knew that their lives would not become one, but their friendship could somehow last forever. Or could it?
Realizing that they had to fly or sail away, never to be reunited on another day, they bought a hand held replica of the Titanic, a symbol of despair and
tragedy to give comfort to their malady. He returned to his home in Sydney, Australia., and she to Manitoba, Canada, 8,926 miles apart. They knew that
the likelihood of them being together again was as likely as the replica being placed in the Indian Ocean and reaching her in Manitoba via the shores of the
Pacific, or her replica reaching him from a launching in the Pacific and reaching the Sydney shores of the Indian ocean. Nevertheless, when they
reached home from Paris, they did the unlikely. Two love letters, their last and only letter, were attached to their Titanic and set sail. In Paris, she was 20,
and he was 21. Now, both are widowed and remembering each other. Jerry is 81; Mary is 80. Both Jerry and Mary had attached a strong red
cloth to their letter hoping that someday it would be read. But until then, the wait continues as their lives sail on. Apart.
010621PSCtest, The Last Love Letter, Mystic Rose Rose
Have you ever seen a horsey grin
They've got humongous amounts of teeth
Their dentist bill must be atrocious
It's almost beyond belief
Whenever they get a toothache
They feel it right down to their hoofs
You can hear their screams over in China
They just about hit the roof
Really feel sorry for these equine types
They're usually such amiable sorts
They never complain if you're 300 pounds
They're such amazing good sports
Named him “Toothy”, this friend of mine
Tell him, “Brush those dentures real good!”
The cost of a plate of false teeth for horsies
Is astronomical in all likelihood
He is the strength
Beneath all my belief
He brings me hope and peace
Kindness, faith and grace
All the love that I can imagine
His wonderous might
Is beyond my conceiving
He is the strength
That brings my heart wisdom
He is the light
That thrives when I’m dreading
The darkness that comes
From the hopelessness of depression
The bleakness of despair
He is the strength
Behind all my feelings
His grace reassures me
That peace is inside my soul
Light whispers through my hope
Joy sings from my spirit
He is the strength
Under my wildest dreams
He silences all my worry
With reassurance and encouragement
Promise that He will always be there
Giving me the answers, the second chances
The faith to reach out in anticipation
Of all the gifts that He blesses
He is the strength
That guides my hand
When I can’t really understand
But still believe that, with Him, I can
Make my dreams come true
Realize the sweetness of pure truth
Awaken the dawn with the likelihood
Of a moment filled with praise
A moment that remembers His grace
A moment that abides in faith
A moment when He surely amazes
He is the strength
That abides in my soul
When I sincerely believe
When I surely know
He is my light, my only hope
The reason for my love
The love that grows and grows
Sure that He will answer each prayer
With the inspiration that is aware
He is my God and I am His child
He is my King and I am the result of His light
He is my Creator and I am His creation
He is my Love and I am the One who praises
Because He is alive, shining bright
Filling up my heart and soul
With a love that is forever astonishing me!
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught initiative and action to wield.
Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield
I wish to be that man, I know I could.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to strive to be the best.
Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest,
I wish to be that man, I know I should.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to respect my desires and needs.
Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes,
I yearn to be that man, I know I would.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to give love to others’ hearts.
Believed love was limited, torn apart,
I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
I know not more than most boys.
Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys,
Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood?
Every waking moment, I ponder,
In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged.
To look at me and ask,
Am I that man, who emerged?
As time flows as it should,
My wisdom grows long,
I strive to be the man I could,
I can change. That is good.
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.