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The age-old dream is a nightmare,
that has haunted us far too long,
still it lures in so many souls
with the sweetness of its song.
But beyond the simple melody
a darkness quickly appears,
those who preach of utopia
are the ones we should most fear.
It all starts out pleasant enough,
they want to build the perfect world,
with peace, love, and prosperity,
for every single boy and girl.
But on what defines perfection,
the can never truly agree,
tell them it’s abstract idea,
and they scream out ‘heresy!’
Not that this will stop the push,
they’re convinced that they’re right,
and any who would oppose them,
are an evil and a blight.
First it’s campaigns to convince
that they hold the greatest truth,
then to the schools for targeting
the dumb, impressionable youth.
They think that this will do the job,
but too many reject and dismiss,
then comes all the social pressure,
go along or you’re not ‘with it.’
And when even that doesn’t prevail,
they always turn to government,
use law to force you to agree,
or face a long imprisonment.
This becomes the tipping point,
since government is always force,
yet convinced they’ll bring perfection,
they’ll do what was once abhorred.
Some penalties put you in camps,
doomed to a miserable fate,
no longer do you just ‘disagree,’
you’re now enemy of the state.
It does not take much to see this,
such an endless, brutal trend,
Hitler’s ‘perfect’ Aryan Reich
sent ten million to their end.
And all those workers ‘paradises,’
their purges and class enemies,
Sent a hundred million folk to death,
to build their ‘ideal’ societies.
Even down on the smaller scale,
the same result you will find,
Jamestown, Heaven’s Gate, and Waco;
where people were burned alive.
How many would still be with us,
how many fewer would be dead,
if we could take utopia
and drive it clear out of our heads?
In fact the very word itself,
if you look back on history,
literally translates as ‘no place,’
in the original Greek.
As in no place can ever exist
where mankind lives perfect,
Better is the best we can do
without leaving people wrecked.
Best we keep shouting this truth out
before we all tumble and fall,
We must fear, fear utopia,
or else it will kill us all.
Aniruddha: Knowing too much might overturn you, completely.
Do you even know that?
Revati: Then perhaps,
it is better not to know too much..right?
Aniruddha: Knowing this way is quite irrational.
It is quite impossible as well.
You may say.
If you have to know,
know the whole truth.
So that you may decipher
the logical and the illogical too.
Know them both.
Revati: Started knowing all about that, gradually.
Started knowing you.
Knowing your reasons.
Your debates and unfolding stories of life.
(Empty teacup,
left alone with stains of leftovers.
Leaving behind the unended resonance
of spoken words,
stories foretold.)
Aniruddha: I am almost finished here.
Now, it’s your turn to speak...
About you.
As you truly are.
Intrepid, genuine and unambiguous.
Revati: Your words seem so familiar!
Exactly fitting and perfectly making sense!
Aniruddha: Is it so? How is it so familiar?
Could you be a little clearer?
Revati: Those psychiatrists also treat
almost all patients this way.
Exactly the same way!
Aniruddha: Wait a minute!
What makes you say so?
Why are you so prejudiced with complex?
Not everything rests on the food plate
of that tasty potato smash,
you know that, right?
Revati: Yes, indeed.
I know that for sure!
As long as there is a possibility
of landing at the posh airport,
is it not?
Higher-end dedication,
humming with a wise thought of placid height!
Aniruddha: Okay! Quite a word there.
Are those your own words?
Revati: Exactly, what else do you think?
Could you also be a little clearer?
Yesterday, Aniruddha posted his last mail.
His mails are glimpses of the heavens.
A cherished rainbow in dreams.
Killer cancer did not spare his body.
He had to return, one last time.
His last words were exactly this.
Even after reading for a thousand times,
Revati felt those words.
Those words were exactly this!
“How many death penalties are there
in one lifetime
you and I are not sure about that…
Perhaps one day
I will meet
at heaven's gate
To pick up the answer.”
Where there is a will, there is a way.
(Empty teacup,
left alone with stains of leftovers.
Leaving behind the unended resonance
of spoken words,
stories foretold.)
This morning I woke up missing
Just a question mark in mid air
I spoke and no one listened
Cried and no one cared
Passed through my day
The missing life in my eyes
What, purpose stripped away
Was truth but not a prize
The book of life, open to see
Clearly now a missing page
The moral has been set free
And the plot has flown the cage
All that is sacred is not
All that would bear mention
Is as never and forgot
As is lacking its invention
Everything less and nothing more
The beginning gone as the end
Neither word nor pen or paper
Nothing where the writer had been
No clock or numbers for its face
No history or future time
No ever cleansing virgin space
No song, rhythm or rhyme
Not being right nor wrong
Not a who or what
All that could, being gone
I was and now was not
My shadow being almost gone
To reach out there’s only air
Left as the darkness in the dawn
The reflection has no me in there
No one crying or dying
No one wrapped in false hope
No one cheating or lying
No bad jokes about the pope
Mercy and penalties undone
Where there was a world
There was no thing or one
The cosmic dice never hurled
It occurred to me and not to me
I had not or had a choice
If I am and not to be
I could revolt and rejoice
Self creation, a two edged sword
The captain lashed to the wheel
Creation is such a dark house
If I had fingers I could feel
I could see beauty if I had eyes
Hear music if I had ears
I’d see hellos and good byes
Hear the smiles and tears
From nowhere every where’s close
Delusion or invention of being
By its occurrence of notion be
Nothing’s always filled by something
Yet the mind is tainted by the soul
All things known to its affects
The stage is set from what it is told
And what it sees is what it expects
To recreate the world subjective
By faith I declare my self alive
And faith attests to God above
Does reality by faith survive
Roam the earth and tell me why
Go search the hearts and minds
The best is only just getting by
To light a candle for the blind
What do you say if some one listens
What do you do if someone cares
I’d make a world that wasn’t missing
I’d make a world where I was there
Form:
OH! There is hope for our world tomorrow!
Free from all of our heavy burdens and our
Deepest deepest pains and sorrows!
Come unto me all of you that are
Heavy laden and I will give you rest
For my yoke is easy and my burden
Is light! Come Come Come unto me!
OH! There is hope for our world tomorrow!
We are to place all of hopes, our faith, our
Dreams upon the shoulders! Of our faithful
And truthful Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
His word is a lamp unto our feet and a light
Unto our paths! The light of the world and our
Hope for this world is our Lord Jesus Christ!
OH! There is hope for our world tomorrow!
OH just how He really does love you and me!
All because He gave His very own life and
What more could He possibly give? He bore
Our sinful debts penalties on Calvary's Cross!
He died so that all of us could truly live!
And so we could learn just how to forgive! A-Men!
This is dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ
That I love! OH! My sweet Lord how much
Do I love Thee! Please let your faithful
Servant count the many ways! I love Thee
Because you first loved even the likes of
Unlovable me! My love for Thee is deeper
Than the deepest bluest sea! And it is higher
Than the highest mountains! And much more
Gentle than a soft summer's breeze. And taller
Than the tallest Evergreen States' Evergreen
Trees! And because of Your abundant love I am
Born free to follow my redeemed and ransomed
Dreams and my heart! And I can truly and honestly
Live free from my sins and my iniquities! A-Men!
Every day spent with You our Lord is much better
Than our days before. Our hearts have become
both opened doors and opened books of our lives!
Making us realize that every day is another blessed
Day that You Lord Jesus Christ! You have given as
Free gift to us! "We should rejoice and be glad in it."
Every day of our lives is spent thinking only about
Ourselves! Never spending any of our valuable
Times on anyone else! Until You came along and
Taught us how to live our lives lives! Jesus Christ
You taught us how to practice, teach and preach
Your doctrine of free grace and free forgiveness!
more later on 1-27-22
There is a calming sense
When flipping a jaded pence
A bit coin motion
Needing a peaceful mind potion
A pound here
And a beer
Does appear
From the dear
Working the bar
Remembering a war scar
Watching sport
Drinking not enough to spend time in a court
Lighting a smoke
With an innocent choke
Calming down hearing a humorous joke
International football match is on
Artistically illustrating what to do with the bomb
A subtle tap on the shoulder
If ones attitude is getting colder
Right wing, left wing forges forward
Birds in formation stronger and bolder
Attacking one man defending a net
Using a foot as a gunner on a fighter jet
Targeting a defenseless gent
Protecting the land from the aggressor that was sent
He can use hands to catch the ball
Diffusing an invasion punching it over a wall
Creating a corner kick
Staying vigilant waiting for the next trick
At times cards are pulled out
Making everyone scream and shout
Yellow turns to red
Ending the day playing dead
There is a box on the field
Connected a deal
Break the rules in a certain place
Penalties and Punishment differs not showing any grace
Outside the area show the stiff upper lip
Inside prepare to take a hit
Stand there in line
Not able to decline
Imitate the staring down
That happens when an enemy controls the town
While on an attack there could be a whistle
Aborting the shot on goal missile
Offside the flag is lowered
“Retreat retreat enemy are now the controller”
Could be heard
Scattering back waiting for orders to return
Forty five minute clock that continues to run
Until play is done
Broken up into halves
Hopefully the event opens communication paths
It seems the game has no action
Until a royal is distracted
A scoring mission successful in the end
And an advisor interruption needing to defend
Athletic competition is classified as peace
Losers are not deceased
Instead it is an entertaining show
Having nice pace and flow
Crowning a winner
Before both oppositions talking over dinner
Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup, with glory at stake,
Sweden against the U.S., hearts ready to quake.
Regulation played out, With a nil-nil score,
Both teams gave their all. Their spirits never wore.
The tension in the air—as the clock ticked away.
The crowd held their breaths, in anticipation that day.
Extra time was granted to break the deadlock.
True, a win was staked—each side stood headlock.
The strain grows as there are no goals to be found.
As the clock started to tick away the time abound.
The shootout with penalties—to pick the winner.
In the greatest nerve-racking way feasible spinner
The U.S. stepped up, with confidence and might,
But fate had a different design, on this fateful night.
Three missed kicks—In the realm of soccer fights,
Sealed the U.S.'s fate, In a moment so tight.
Kudos to Musovic—and the Blue and Yellow,
For their resilience and skill, in a match so mellow.
In the realm of soccer, Where dreams bear flight,
This game will forever be a testament to their might.
The Women World Cup—a stage of pure thrill,
Where nations unite, with a passion that is real.
Though the U.S. may have faltered, In this battle so grand,
Their journey won't cease here—their legacy will still stand.
In the realm of soccer, It's not just around the score,
But the heart and grit, retain us coming back for more.
So let us celebrate the triumphs and the falls,
The beauty of the game captures us all.
In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
We witness moments of glory—battles fought with might.
Congratulations to Sweden—their win was sweet
All dreams in the field of soccer start at the feet.
A stage was built up, gleaming in the spotlight.
The Women's World Cup—the stakes are right.
A TAXPAYER SPEAKS
Years ago when filing tax forms reared its proliferating death’s head
I cursed, perspired, and thought about moving to a foreign homestead
As a low-income taxpayer I felt too unimportant to hire an accountant
So I filed and filed for years, at all times a very incompetent combatant
Penalties-plus-interest plagued me and I could not raise a skilled defense
Prolonged tax failures destroyed my sense of self-confidence
It was past time to explore options to end to all this tax nonsense
Waking to a new day I jumped out of bed at the crack of dawn
And scoured the yellow pages for a tax advocate to call upon
After detailing my sad tax history they agreed to take my case head-on
My tax life was now covered by tax experts with knowledge and brawn
My “Tax-Saviors” wasted no time plunging into battle early-on
Past tax filings were messy, chaotic, confusing and jumbled
Yet they contended, defended, persevered and never crumbled.
I have learned that tax advocate giants who defend vulnerable taxpayers
Give Tax Dictators headaches for they are tougher and tenacious tax players .
A tribute is due these Tax Defenders who aid us so nobly
And recalling the moving inscription on our Statue of Liberty
(An Emma Lazarus 1883 poem composed in New York City)
My tribute follows and is submitted very humbly
(please forgive the “re-phrasing” substituted for clarity):
Give us your tired, your poor, your tax-ignorant masses,
Yearning to breathe free who have no one to file their taxes
Oh, send these huddled and tortured masses,
(Who feel so inept and like derisory asses)
To Tax Saviors who lay waste to all kinds of tax matters
Rescuing taxpayers dwelling in indecision and tax-law tatters
These Tax-Saviors welcome all with an open-door policy
And any taxpayer who makes the journey
Will at last enjoy fear-free tax filing yearly.”
(However, new tax laws are being drafted by devious Tax Dictators
Who derive joy from harassing captive taxpaying participators!)
Continued From:
3. Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 3
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195853
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"I find it very hard that I should be the only one to suffer the most extreme penalties of the
law." - BILLY the Kid
- In an interview while on route to his execution in Lincoln County New Mexico where he was
sentenced to be hanged.
Back then it didn't matter who was right or wrong.
What mattered was who had the fastest gun.
The untamed Old West lived by a code back then. "I'll Die Before I Run."
An 18 year old boy wanders into town. All of the locals stare the young stranger down.
All of his instincts tell him to turn around, but he can't turn his back and run.
The youngster can't afford any fear. The kid's found himself much needed work here,
but the competition's greed is ruthless. That's why he wears a gun.
Young William Bonney was just another cowboy
looking for work to earn an honest day's pay.
He rode into Lincoln County, New Mexico as a simple hired rancher's hand,
but he'd ride out to become a legend one day.
Today he's America's most famous bad boy,
but he left us more legend than fact of all he did.
His legend continues to live on in stories, movies, books and song.
Who hasn't heard of BILLY the Kid?
BILLY the Kid's life of crime for many it seems
has been greatly exaggerated to the extremes.
He never robbed a bank, stagecoach or train.
He never harmed an innocent for pleasure or financial gain.
He was just a common stock thief. He'd steal horses and cattle
from corrupt, rich Cattle Barons who'd respond in bloody battle.
It was a lifestyle that Billy truly didn't desire,
but when your wanted by the law employers don't hire.
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A life that you own yourself not
Of brutality and torture
Of head and heart work
Of hunger and thunder
A life bitter than bitterness.
#HABAR
OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
Dominion o'er the heart; and taught to touch
Its varied stops in sweetest unison;
And strike the string that from a kindred breast
©Divine Martins
We are not dogs but chained
Deprived the right to breath
Heed to no one but our masters
Fed with garbage and junks
Speaking of cloth, rags are all we knew.
#HABAR
From the slight puncture of an insect's sting,
Faints if not screened from sultry suns, and pines
Beneath the hardship of an hour's delay
Of needful nutriment; when liberty
Is prized so dearly, that the slightest breath
That ruffles but her mantle, can awake
©Divine Martins
I can remember the story
Told by our grandfathers
Of a slave who lived a life
In between life and death
All because he respond late.
#HABAR
Tears with stripes.
His quivering flesh; with hunger and with thirst
Wasted his emanciate frame
Exhaust his vital powers; and bind his limbs
In galling chains? Shall he whose fragile form.
©Divine Martins
We work from sunrise to set
Whether our bellies smile or not
Just like everyone we have feelings
Of love and wants
But for survival sake, we swallow them all.
#HABAR
Again we tear the morsel from his hands;
An useless booty! while the sufferer droops.
Of keen enjoyment,can you boast?
Add poignance to your pleasures!
Can their tears delight you,can their groans?
@Divine Martins
A life of a clock
A life of confinement
A life filled with spikes
A life filled with all sort of woes
A life that I will wish to my enemy not.
#HABAR
The noblest freedom, freedom of the mind.
From the bounds of right and wrong given.
By penalties severe; which often flow,
But always certain, on the guilty head,
Pour down the terrors of the wrath divine
©Divine Martins
#HEY, SAY...
GIMME A GLASS OF ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER, FOR STARTERS...WITH A BRIGHT LEMON WEDGE, TO TAKE OFF THE EDGE!
"IN FACT, MAKE THAT A DOUBLE!!"
NO, I DON'T WANT NOTHING WITH FIZZ,
NOTHING WITH FROTH...
NO SCREWDRIVERS FOR ME, THAT MAY SET MY LIVER OFF...
"SHIRLEY TEMPLES" OR "EASY LIVINGS"
ARE BENEFIT PROPERTIES IN THOSE SPECIALTIES?
THANKS FOR THE CLARITY!
CAN'T AFFORD "DON'T MIX WELL---CAN'T YOU TELL" BLENDED POTENTIAL PENALTIES.
WELL, LOOK WHO JUST BREEZED THROUGH THE DOOR?
HELLO MENTALITY!
HOW'S SENTIMENTALITY?
STILL GOING STRONG, I KNOW YOU TWO HAVE A SOLID BOND!
HEY WHAT'S WRONG...
YOU HEARD A RUMOR WE, YOU & ME WEREN'T GETTING ALONG?
"WHAAAAAT!"
"COME ON' WE'RE FAMILY...AT THE END OF THE DAY,
A TRINITY, INFINITELY***"
I KNOW, I KNOW...
IT'S JUST THAT...
I HAD FROZEN BAGGIES OF ORGANIC BLUEBERRIES, WONDROUS! YET, I REFERENCED THOSE AS SECONDARIES!
BECAUSE, I PREFERRENCED BELOW...
THE DARK CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH CARMEL DROPS...
*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* AND *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*
NON-STOP!
THAT WHOLE ENTIRE BAG...
CRUMPLED TAG!
CALL THE COPS!!! CALL THE COPS!!!
DIVINE MIND, GET A GRIP!
IT'S NOT EVERYDAY, IF IT WERE...
I'D HAVE A PRICE TO PAY!
YOU DON'T DRINK, YOU DON'T SMOKE, YOU EVEN REFUSE TO HAVE A COKE! LOOK AT ME...I'M IN A BAR HAVING A DOUBLE LEMON WATER!!! NOT EVEN ON THE ROCKS, IN JULY...89° DEGREES OUTSIDE, AS A HIGH!
STOP GUILTING! QUIT TRIPPING!
YESTERDAY, "DARK CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH DROPS!"
TODAY, BLUEBERRY BLISS "NOT TO MISS" EMPHASIS!
ALSO REMEMBER..."YOU'RE A WATERHOLIC!"
"AS WELL, WE...US THREE***
HAVE TO REMAIN {SUSTAIN} A UNIFIED TRILOGY!"
EXTRA LEMONS, EXTRA RHYMES,
AND OCCASIONALLY...
BUTTERSCOTCH CARAMEL DARK CHOCOLATIES...
HOLD THE GUILT, INDEED PLEASE...
"JUST ENJOY LIFE, BIG & SMALL, ESPECIALLY...."
*PLOP* *GULP* *WRITE* ALRIGHT...
***RIGHT***
Renee D Gross {GHPPR} June 10th 2023#