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The zero is round and round,
It does not have the beginning nor has the end,
It is the web of emptiness, it is the circle of infinity,
It is a closed loop which is the wheel of truth.
When you have millions, you have all the zeros,
when you have nothing, you have the lonesome zero,
When you look beyond the stars and skies,
When you look beneath yours bones and hide,
What you have is nothing, an eternal zero.
When we are alive, we protect our wealth and fame with jealousy,
When we die, we take nothing with us,
We all came with nothing, we all go with nothing,
The zero is the eternal symbol of nothing.
Look into our hearts, we have feelings,
Look into our minds, we have thoughts,
Look into our life, we have some meaning,
Look into our soul, we search for eternal peace,
A peace which gets us close to Nirvana and to nothing.
5/12/2023
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My birthday will always will always hold special thoughts for me today
My dad was also born eighty-six years later he passed away on the same day
As you can tell my memories will always be bitter and sweet
My wife will surprise me with dinner out, which is always such a treat
Millions of people will share this day with their birthdays throughout the planet
I hope all their wishes when they blow out their candles will be granted
What do I want for my birthday is that love will prevail throughout our land
Or maybe the sun will come out so I can stroll on the beach with its nice warm sand
We can only celebrate this special day we entered this world once a year
There is no doubt I look a little older as I look into the mirror
I am truly blessed that another birthday has come my way
How many I have left no one can say for sure, all I know is I am going to enjoy this special day
I was not prepared for the fame...
Didn't realize the price of a name.
Millions of eyes were watching me-
No place to go they could not see!
My whole life was then an open book,
And anyone at all could take a look.
My former extroversion slowly died,
Since I felt the need to run and hide.
Hounded forever by the eager press,
In public, at all times, an actress!
Searching in vain for my normal life,
Compelled to escape from all the strife.
Yet, my blue sanctuary held no peace,
Its loveliness gave deficient release.
But very soon, I found someone to love,
And my blazing heart was free as a dove!
Benefit for all is converted for the use of a few
their pockets are included in national budgets
and their wants, top the country's priority list.
Even the Cock's raw corn
is highly coveted by the Cat.
An old plantain tree, preventing its suckers from growing
or a father, who frustrates the welfare of his family
is exactly the hell,
created by these money and power mongers
The political system
is all about a game of cards.
A particular clique
fixes their huge pipes
as the fatherland shrinks under no mercy.
Leaders they call themselves,
yet they invest on the hunger of their people
profit in the poverty of the land
and trade on all forms of artificial instability.
Acquisition of a generation's sustainability
turns out to be a hobby
as they still fight for the crumbs with the weak
and go for the meat, no matter how hot the soup is
disregarding those who cooked it.
The same citizens who once lined up
to give their confidence
which has now become a fatal sacrifice
are gradually reaching the wall.
So know ye this!
A hungry man is one that is angry
and when millions of angry men unite
nothing can stop their quest.
A people once treated less than animals
will hunt like vengeful kings
taking what is rightly theirs
marking a restoration, stained with blood.
Blood, far from innocence and purity!
Dedicated to African leaders, especially Nigeria!
Proudly I kneel before her speechless
My cap bow in humility as my eyes flow ocean of water
Just to say I’m sorry
My heart bear witness with my spirit that I’m innocent
Yet guilty for peace to reign
Fool! I was called by peers
What can I give in exchange for peace?
In her dwells the totality of my peace
Let go? Hell no
To whom shall the peace transfer to?
To what path shall I research to find her?
The bird at hand worth more than millions in the bush
I must keep my male pride to gain what I hold precious
What if she walks away without a word?
Am I a fool?
No!
I will keep kneeling until she smile at me and says “I love you”
Your eyes are too dodgey
Your hearing is shot
Your body just ain't got
The means to stay hot
Your back's herniated
You can't bend when you dress
To tie your shoe-laces
Will cause you distress
Your intake's been clogging
Your choke's out too long
If you don't write it down, son
You'll sure get it wrong
Your knee joint's a mess, kid
Your ankles are weak
Your wrists cause you pain
When you move them, they squeak
Just write me a letter, doc
Tell 'em I can
They don't know the best of me
The man that I am
I worked at the strangest
And toughest of tasks
Just sign on the line, doc
That's all that I ask
Your lungs have been scarred
By the fumes and the dust
I'd leave you outside
But I'm scared that you'd rust
You don't seem to fit in
Your undoing's been done
Your two steps behind, son
Your race has been run
You're over the hill, kid
Too long in the tooth
If you were a horse
You're the one that they'd shoot
And then if I do
Sure where will you go
There's millions as qualified
Isn't that so
His legions marched through Gaul; how crazy could he be?
He ordered them to kill Neptune, spears into the sea
They were loyal to a madman, but blind loyalty is a sin.
And Caligula kept ruling, until an assassin did him in.
Hitler's doctor gave him a medicine with amphetamine
Withdrawal symptoms came, no way to get his body clean
Another drug was oxycodone, an addictive opioid.
A third pill gave Hitler jaundice, you think he'd be annoyed
But Hitler liked the doctor, fired another doc who called foul
Continued wars and genocides, till he threw in the towel
He did dumb tactical things, generals were ignored.
But Nazis fought to the end, for this man they adored.
Stalin killed his own Army officers, so Russian power faded.
He saw disloyalty everywhere, while the Wehrmacht invaded.
Eventually Russia won, but at such a terrible cost:
Twenty-seven million Rus soldiers dead, before the Nazis lost.
Mao said all Chinese farms must be run by the state
In four years 45 million starved, but his ego did not deflate.
He decided cities were corrupt, ordered folk to the countryside
They had no survival skills, so 20 million died.
Mao's "Red Book" sells millions every year.
T-shirts sell too, look who men revere
they ignore millions of deaths, a rule almost mystic
Is one death a tragedy, but many a statistic?
Russia puts up Stalin statues, some places Nazis still won't fade
If mass murder doesn't matter, does stupidity made the grade?
If dead could speak, there'd be a volcano under our feet
If men can't learn from the past, it is doomed to repeat.
A beauty so rare in it's habitat
Endangered they are by the human brat
Like many others on our planet earth
Our greed devalues their living worth
These Siberian Stripe-rs from the Trans-Caucasus lands
To view it in it's wilds is a feeling of grand
But it's so tragic to believe how few of them remain
Around five hundred and twenty, live in their domain
Three hundred and fifty Kg's, with a one metre tail
Panthera tigris altaica is the size of the male
In China they are being reared to repopulate it's wilds
So generations of our children, will deservedly smile
Will we ever learn that they are entitled to be here
As us humans expand into their expanse year after year
There has to be a time when respect is due to them
Then our time has come to change from man to men
If the above does not happen, we become the last two lines
Another species gone, this most beautiful panthera feline
Imagine the moment when you look into his eyes
There are millions of us, as their last one dies
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I'm nothing special, just plain old me
Ancestors from my past came down from the tree
We scratched our knuckles and found that hurt
Scraping our skin through our neighbourhood dirt
As wise as I was at that young age
My skin bleeding, something needed to change
The fruit above caught my eye
As I unarched my back it made me sigh
Why had dad, not thought of this before
Than knuckling dirt on our neighbourhood floor
As I looked around and viewed our troop
They were all like me, not one did stoop
Is it a corner we've turned, and is it for the best
This standing up, the evolution test
For through the years we transformed and formed
Into a standing ape like human form
Was this a path for us to take
Or a misleading path and it's all a mistake
It's millions of years, later now
Why have we become what we are now
Our treatment of us, is oh so sad
What made us, turn out so bad
What will it take to be so sure
Maybe taking that stance on our neighbourhood floor
And why do I say what you read above
It's mans inhumanity to man, it sure ain't love
So what do we do to iron this out
I'm no Stephen Hawking's, but please give me a shout!
It's best to discuss this sitting under a tree
As we look up above, where we used to be
For Constance's ' A Rambling Poet~ contest 'Why oh Why?'
This was written in Nov 08 by James Fraser.
It is my second poem and it was posted on June 12th 2009, and it received two comments.
Everywhere I turn,
a new memory visits—
a simple hair tie
sitting beside the hair clip
in the medicine cabinet.
A Bright Eyes t-shirt still lays at the bottom of the laundry basket.
The blue nursing uniform, and the pink stethoscope—marked with the initials “K.C.”—
a treasure,
a marking of a calling so great.
The letter from the hospital offering a placement
to a young, bright-eyed nursing graduate…
the “thank you,” and “love still lives here”—
a memoriam to a young life gone too soon.
A pink baby blanket, catching my tears,
lays by my side—
a comfort,
a promise
that was once a new beginning.
A gallery of pictures keeps your memory alive.
Plagued by memories of yesterday
when you were here with me.
Thank you for those memories
that will carry me forward—
until we meet again
in the big blue sky,
where every day I will hold you,
and the memory of the pain of losing you
will no longer torment me,
but will be a distant dream of a life
millions of miles away—
where my days were spent plagued by memories of you.
Everywhere I look,
you stare back at me—
a mini me,
gone too soon.