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There lacks no fear in death,
?No pain in the grave.
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?There lacks no tears in the eyes,
?But the pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret,
?As I sign my name to this fatal debt.
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?No tears in these eyes, that once shone bright.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?But I've wielded a different kind of blade.
?One that cuts deep, a wound that won't heal.
?A subtle reminder, of the life I've sealed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?I have wielded a two-edged blade.
?A life I have sealed.
?The wound may not be healed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
I am told; one day I will become a woman
I need to prepare for when that day will come
When someone will take my hand and care for me
Having a family of my own, in charge of running a home
I have other views of the woman I want to be
My preparations for my future I will take on my own
Women are not allowed to take the man’s role
But I will challenge the role of a man and will take no crumbs
I refuse to be the symbolic weak woman
Expected to fulfill three roles:
“Mother, housekeeper, and worker”
With few choices, no rights, and controlled by a man
Goals I will break with an education and a respected job
Remaining a single woman!
I will challenge anyone in the community
Who come to ridiculed, shun, and pitied me
The pen is mightier than the sword
And therefore I will gain freedom
With an education and a respected job
My preparations for my future, I will take on my own
1/8/2016
... The pen is mightier than the sword ...
The poet knight went off to war
To prove his valor true.
Sir Arthur Berk, the troubadour,
Knew he had much to do
For he had found a greater sword
To strike his foes down dead.
He swore to fight invading horde
And make their ink spill red.
Each lord, farm hand and tavern maid,
Had often heard him tell
The fierceness of his secret blade
And all the foes it fell.
Of dragons and of armies past
He'd read this weapon killed.
The legend of his sword was vast;
The ink would soon be spilled.
Soon rival horde had come again
All took up sword and shield.
The armies prepped for battle then
Were met upon the field.
They yelled and brandished spear and dirk
But soon were silent when
All held their breath to watch Sir Berk
As he unsheathed his ... pen?
He rushed in sure and unconcerned
But fell at the first blow,
And what new truth he might have learned
I guess we'll never know.
But if, perhaps, he'd been more keen
Sir Berk might still yet live;
Too late he learned the difference 'tween
Literal and Figurative.
9.13.18
Contest: Unsheathe Your Sword
We hereby solemnly pledge on our sacred honor.
Fully realize, "now is the time which try men's
souls." Admitting, "we are in clear and present
danger! Fully recognizing we all need to rely
upon a higher power and authority
Than ourselves. "And they shall seek
Me and they shall find me when they
Shall search for me with all of their hearts."
Let us humbly pray for world peace
Justice and harmony." Let the flags
Of freedom and liberty fly high upon the
earth
"We are to love one another as I
Have Love you." Greater love has
No man than he who is wiling
To lay down his life for his
Brothers and Sisters!
And harmony. "Let us pray for the
Peace of Jerusalem and the middle
East" "Let us pray for world peace
And harmony." "There never was
A good war nor a bad peace."
"Now is the time for all good men to
Come to The aid of our country."
"Now is the time for good men
And women to come to the
Aid of their party.
"A house divided against
Itself can not stand."
" Ask not what your country
Can do for you, but ask what can you
Do for your country."
We "pledge alliance to the flag of the
United States Of America to the republic
for which It stands one nation under God
Indivisible with liberty and
Justice for all!
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
"Those who live by the sword must
Die by the sword." "You shall not kill!"
"Put on the whole armor of God."
"Your kingdom come your will be
Done on earth as it is in heaven.
"The Lord is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear? the Lord is the
Strength of my life; of whom shall
I be afraid?"
"Let there be peace on earth and let
It begin with me. " Blessed are
The peace makers for they shall be
The children of God." Blessed are
The pure in heart for they shall
See God. "Blessed are the meek
For they shall inherit the earth."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 30, 2020
In a land far, far away,
Where courtrooms were made of clay,
The judge and jury were but mere puppets,
Dancing to the tune of the media's trumpets.
The accused was brought forth to stand,
His fate already sealed by the press's hand,
Guilty before trial, his name besmirched,
His reputation tarnished, his future smirched.
The trial was but a formality,
A charade for the masses to see,
The verdict was predetermined, the outcome set,
Justice was but a thing to forget.
The media, the true judge and jury,
Wielded power, a dangerous fury,
With their words they could make or break,
A man's life, with a single mistake.
So be warned, all those who tread,
In the court of public opinion led,
For the media's pen is mightier than the sword,
And their verdict, the final word.
Volcanic magma seethes beneath the surface,
Ready to erupt into view,when energised.
Our thoughts swirl and seethe too
Until we learn to marshal them,
Through the spectrum of our education,
Reining in our impulses ,to give them voice.
What we say about others,says more about us,
Unless ,like chameleons,
we blend into our backgrounds
And words become our camouflage
So that, when we urge love towards our neighbour,
We speak with ice in our hearts.
How we treat others,what treatment we deserve,let God decide.
Whether this is through neglect or active strife,
Our deeds do speak louder than our words,
Even if the pen is mightier than the sword.
We will be judged by our actions in this life,
If we take the Pater Noster as our guide.
So look deep into your heart and life
And tremble -along with me.
I am told; one day I will become a woman
I need to prepare for when that day will come
When someone will take my hand and care for me
Having a family of my own, in charge of running a home
I have other views of the woman I want to be
My preparations for my future I will take on my own
Women are not allowed to take the man’s role
But I will challenge the role of a man and will take no crumbs
I refuse to be the symbolic weak woman
Expected to fulfill three roles:
“Mother, housekeeper, and worker”
With few choices, no rights, and controlled by a man
Goals I will break with an education and a respected job
Remaining a single woman!
I will challenge anyone in the community
Who come to ridiculed, shun, and pitied me
The pen is mightier than the sword
And therefore I will gain freedom
With an education and a respected job
My preparations for my future, I will take on my own
1/8/2016
“Cross my heart and hope to die”
A saying from years past
That has survived for many eons
And will most likely last
But there are so many others
“Barking up the wrong tree”
Choosing a maple instead of an oak
Oblivious to a life carefree
“Two wrongs don't make a right”
In a fatal car accident
When one person is declared dead
Other suffered flatulence
“The pen is mightier than the sword”
Not likey to win an award
Have you ever tried writing a novel
With the tip of a sword
“Two heads are better than one”
Run like hell I'd say
If you see someone with two heads
Freaking weird run away
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Living on Planet Mars
Wonder where the red comes from
Sure is prettier than ours
The pen is mightier than the sword, but our power of speech comes from The Lord
W.O.R.D.S = S.W.O.R.D.
Words are my existence, they take me to where I need to go
carefully chosen, because from my heart they must surely flow
wanting to express my inner self, requiring a very special tone
hoping for an opportunity, to move those with hearts of stone
Just how to break down those walls, and convince minds so secure
that to reach the truth of a matter, preconceptions they must ignore
a reality exists, yet unforeseen, and by closing your eyes you will see
how this beautiful world awaits, to be everything you want it to be
My words are from another world, a hidden part of me from down inside
this key that I hold is mine to share, or maybe choosing never to confide
bringing you to my inner world, poses a risk that I might be willing to take
sometimes overcome by fear, causes me to hesitate, lest it be a mistake
Preferring to maintain my anonymity, I keep a safe distance and out of site
residing at a humble station in this world, my heart yearns to remain contrite
the breath of life that G-d has given me, a power to freely speak these words
yet I know that all that I speak is captured, returning to G-d as a flock of birds
As words are weighed and investigated, indicating how we spent our existence
nothing remains hidden before our Creator, in whose hands rests any deliverance
whether gaining passage to eternal light, or leading us to our ultimate retribution
everything depends on the noble act of repentance, this the only viable solution
How to repair the pain and tears having caused others, if we were only willing to pay
since nothing stands in the way of a person's will, "where there's a will there's a way"
the power of words is well known, some have used them to create, others to destroy
but since we have been given free will, we’ll be judged by those we chose to employ
As is clay in the hand of the sculptor, so too is the wonderous power given to create
but so many are blind to this fact, only realizing what they lost after it's much too late
words are our final destination, an eternal foundation we ourselves have forged below
rewarded by a meticulous divine calculation, basking in the Almighty's heavenly glow
The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen is the copyist of every word
Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report
And it might be mightier because it seeks pleasure and not war
Freedom, intelligence, creativity, determination and diligence
All found in the written sentence
Some say the pen husk plastic is a polluter
I contend that it makes an excellent pea shooter
Don’t force your pen
Don’t cram it in
Don’t sharpen it, it’s not graphite
But have it whenever you want to write
Write a story
Use the quill and the ink
Draw with flaws
Everything you think
You can change “sex, drugs and rock n roll”
To “sex, drums and rock n roll”
With a click and a flick
(But that constant clicking is annoying)
Some are erasable
Invisible ink is untraceable
Pens in all manners and forms
Change an error and revise the norms
Signing for independence
Signing all documents since
Needed for an autograph
Or the rough draft of an epitaph
Pens and the graven stones
Cuneiforms and calligraphies
Writing and writing and writing
Exhausting the pens with ease
In pocket protectors
The nerds become collectors
Maybe give a pen a break
Go use your computer for heaven's sake
So don’t mistreat your pen
Let it stand in a cup holder
Yes, time will pass by
But you can use it when you’re older