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Steve Rogers wanted to be a soldier,
and after initial failure got selected
for super soldier experiment in US military,
Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.
During WW II he toured the country
in colorful costumes in fund raising campaigns.
For his patriotic endeavor in national exigency,
he was designated as Captain America.
He proved his worth with amazing bravery,
when he could alone free the war prisoners
from the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
of the Nazi General Schmidt, the Red Skull.
The Captain’s mettle made him a superhero,
but he needed a strong shield
for protection against the enemy attacks,
and he used a triangular one for a long time.
He replaced the over-used old shield,
getting from President Roosevelt a circular one,
made of an alien inflexible metal vibranium,
given by the King of Wakanda.
The disc-shaped shield was indestructible,
it had unique vibration absorption property,
saved the Captain from life-threatening attacks,
helped him to incapacitate the Red Skull.
Lest he used the weapons of mass destruction,
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
that crashed in the icy Arctic sea.
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers disappeared.
After seventy years of suspended animation,
the Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed,
imbibed the singular trait of unique avenger,
befitting the extraordinary role of a superhero.
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Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr...
February third two thousand and twenty
Yours truly secreted away
within heavenly nook
upon secluded hideaway property
2 Highland Manor apartment, I betook
myself to safe haven took
catch rays (sunbeams),
while crossword puzzle book
(moderately challenging)
draped across lap,
fast forward hours later
(think 11:08 PM)
ruminating idea for poem
analogous to experience
being "on tenterhook"
essentially writer's H&R block
accounted for sullen mood,
no idea how to brook
shining figurative searchlight
across fifty shades
of gray (gobletty) germane glock
kin spiel - saving grace ad hoc
mine complex thinker
attempting to cook
up reasonable rhyme word
earning accolade yumzook.
Whew in nick of time satisfactory
notion dawned before dawn
after (believe me you) me entire
body, mind and spirit felt whipsawn
until... lo and behold preceding and
following mental juices did spawn
hoopfully noah intent
to affect extreme creative brawn
merely to entertain any passerby
hmm... perhaps even a
celebrity named Goldie Hawn
probably no relation to Cheryl Hahn,
a cute girl (now grown woman)
who also attended
Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
ah... once a pawn
a time, when boyhood found me
blissfully daydreaming,
hankering, and luxuriating
within overgrown lawn,
where no trace of civilization
seen for bajillion miles,
an ideal environment
one lad extremely withdrawn
found sanctuary and
succumbed into deep sleep
after he did continuously yawn.
At the age of nine her tribe was raided by Apache Indian enemies.
She lost her whole family and was forced to succumb to Apache slavery.
She was traded to white men in exchange for ten of the white man's ponies
She now was a servant for the Maxwell family and technically their property.
She took on the Maxwell name and all treated her as a member of the family.
Outsiders looked upon her as a legal slave,
but her new life was truly liberated and free.
She became a permanent fixture in her community
for her care giving skills and herbal remedies.
Most if not all depended upon she
when a loved one fell ill, sick with disease.
Her name was Deluvina Maxwell,
of Navajo Indian kindred,
but in history she is known to all mostly
as the closest friend of Billy, the Kid.
She was ten years his senior and Billy probably saw her
as a strong mother figure for him.
There's also been rumors that the Kid and Deluvina
engaged in some steamy romancing,
but we'll never know, we can only be sure of this one very real thing.
After the Kid was shot and killed, Deluvina never stopped grieving.
She would visit the Kid's grave well into her senior years,
her hand held over her heart weeping endless tears.
and so regarding the above, this is what I do hereby contend;
Deluvina and the Kid were very special close friends.
Protesting
Written: by Tom Wright
7-8-2016
Protesting has become a dangerous game,
Creating property damage and often killing.
It accomplishes little but occurs just the same,
Working on inequalities seems we’re unwilling.
Those thought oppressed want their payday,
Spouting slogans and shouldering their signs.
Thinking this might another’s opinion sway,
Desiring to rise above their present confines;
But I don’t see protest as getting this done,
Unless hearts change somewhere along the way;
The answer won’t be found in outlawing the gun,
Things aren’t apt to change until we all pray.
The Unicorn
Have you seen the Unicorn lately?
Maybe you have not looked in the right places? Unicorns, as well as Fairies, live in a magical
place. Anyone that believes in them will find them there. They are wonderful to look at, and
they draw their energy to show themselves from the hearts of those who believe in them.
They return this energy manifold when we spot them by the way they fill us with good
feelings.
We all need a little magic in our lives.
On a spring evening in the Month of May, go near the woods and find a quiet place to sit and
observe. Find a little pond, maybe, because sooner or later they will come out to drink. Sit
there, relax, and dream a little.
The apple blossoms from the nearby orchard perfume the air around you; mixed in with the
purple lilacs that are blooming at the edge of the property from the farm nearby. A pair of
young rabbits does not see you and plays gracefully, enjoying spring. The evening breeze
moves the bows of the pine trees, gently swaying. The full moon is slowly rising into the sky.
Dewdrops are descending onto the sweet smelling young grass, sparkling like tiny jewels.
And there....that little glowing pink light by the pond, is a Fairy; trailing her hand slowly in
the water.
The moonlight reflects off her iridescent wings. Now that you are looking towards the pond,
you can spot the beautiful white Unicorn coming out of the thicket behind it. He is
magnificent, tall and stately. His horn is silver. He walks to the water, he lifts his head and
looks at you. Your heart is beating so loud-- can he hear it?
He bends his head to the water and drinks until he is satisfied. You can see his reflection in
the pond, gently rippling.
Soft moonbeams touch the scene, dipping it in silver, making it look like a fantasy. You stand
in the May moonlight, lost to the magic of the earth and all it's beauty. It is there, for all to
find, if only you believe...
Near my home, small town West Virginia,
beside the roadside marked by historical sign,
is a simple nature area, Raven Park,
an Edgar Allan Poe memorial shrine.
Uphill, a stately mansion, overlooks the valley;
estate boundaries used to touch the river,
home of early, wealthy town settlers,
before times changed, divided into slivers
all the large, gracious property tracts.
Here, it is said, Poe visited years before the war,
and spent time visiting the family,
heard the raven quoting, "Nevermore."
In an upstairs bedroom, dark of night,
Poe had his famous poetic vision,
dark raven visitation, prophetic dissertation,
and realized with blackened reason
that from the spell and darkened shadow
there would never be freedom from beautiful Lenore.
Still today, we quote his song of passion
and tell the legendary love forevermore.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, September 22, 2014
Society requires GOVERNMENT
Government is not a business
It does not produce, it only consumes
For what purposes?
One system of government owns and manages all property, and business,
and controls all of it and the citizens: Communism/Totalitarianism
Another system controls the management of all property,
business, and the citizens: Socialism
The U.S. Constitutional system demands a government to preserve, protect,
and obey it securing the blessings of freedom and liberty for
WE THE PEOPLE ownership and management
of our own property and business.
The farmer does not allow his fat hogs
to control the menu, portions, feeding times,
accommodations, or how many birthdays they get.
The farmer invests time and capital, knowledge
and understanding of markets and competition
expecting to survive and profit in a
free, fair, and open market system:
CAPITALISM
One systems says, “There is no God. And if there is, we don’t believe it.”
Another says, “There may be a God, but we replaced it with psychologists.”
Our Constitutional systems requires moral and ethical elected leadership
to manage the administration of limited government with faith and hope for
God’s continued blessing.
I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
Where there is malnutrition, let us provide basic human resources, for the poor and the destitute. Where there is insufficient: clothing, shoes, water, housing, education, and job opportunities-let the world community take the necessary actions.
Where there is talk of: ethnic, religious, sexual cleansing, let us hold those responsible accountable for their crimes against humanity. Where there is talk of warfare among the nations, or ethnic groups; let us preach and practice world peaceful harmony.
Where there is sexual and human trafficking; let us put an end to such human miserable mistreatment. Let us provide freedoms to the captives. rehabilitation, moral, ethical and spiritual guidance. Housing, education,and employment opportunities.
Where is talk of domestic violence against people, and property; let us provide the necessary intervention, legal action, and restoration.
Where there is talk of warfare, and violence between hostile nations; let us hold out the olive branch of reconciliation and peace. There are no winners or losers in the game of warfare, only its hopelessly defenseless victims.
Where there are crimes against the natural world and the animal population, let us be a voice to those who have no voice. Let us defend a world unable to defend itself. Let us not just fold our hands and walk away. Let us not fail to acknowledge the problem. by the failure to take affirmative action. Let us not follow in the neglectful footsteps of the current United States' presidential administration, of Donald Trump!
There are so many issues facing the world community, they are not all addressed here!
Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
RoxyLea1954
June 27, 2017