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In better times, Anders Throne once was
a good husband and loving father,
married to his sweetheart, Rosie Smith,
who’d grown on the Chesapeake waters.
He worked as a lawyer, was well renowned,
had a little boy by the name Chester,
if fate were just he would’ve lived out his days
and saw his happiness never perturbed.
But when the war with the north broke out
to his country he was compelled to stay true,
he said good-bye and stole away north,
marching to war with the boys in blue.
His father-in-law said "Good riddance!"
and moved his precious daughter away,
to a big mansion deep in Richmond,
where he felt she could safely stay.
The war dragged on, and in the end
Richmond found itself under siege,
all in the city knew things were rough,
that there was no real hope of relief.
Day after day the big guns did roar on,
a crashing hail of fire and shell,
until one April day when the Union struck
and the town of Petersburg fell.
Unable to hold Richmond any longer
General Lee led his army to the west,
but Anders, arched into the fallen town,
hoping somehow to find his dearest.
But cannons and not the most precise of things,
and when he reached her father’s home,
he saw cinders scattered, shards of broken glass,
from the hallway ceiling’s grand old dome.
He found an old slave who explain it all,
that whoever had been inside no was dead,
a cannon-ball had ignited a great blaze,
and they died of the smoke in their beds.
Anders collapsed when he heard the news,
and roared out his agony and pain.
He railed at God,”I fought to free people!
And as thanks you go take her away?!”
Bereft of his son and his dearest love,
he walked away right then and there,
deserted the army and wandered off,
if they hanged him he did not care.
He aimlessly started heading for the west,
and as he walked along he wound find
the ‘truth’ of it all, so clear and so crisp,
took over his grief-battered mind.
God cared not for the trials of men,
nor the world that he had once made.
The beasts had it right, take what you can!
Destroy any who gets in the way.
The only rules that mattered were anarchy,
laws of the jungle, ever cold and cruel.
He was done pretending that there was a point,
manners and honor were lies for the fools…
CONTINUES IN PART II
George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie
trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin
to present president; biden his time
trying to build back better
suspended crumbling infrastructure
hallmark of United States
transportation superhighways
tied railed planks
successfully spanned across country.
This revolutionary fella preceded by
Adams family patriarch giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, (nevertheless sallying forth)
subsequently conceding nexus,
(nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one Ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threatened (military intelligence) scheming.
I don’t miss the city,
the metropolis I once knew was built
on the edge of a never-never land.
I miss just this: a green half-acre,
a cultivated fenced enclosure
with a round bandstand; a Victorian structure
surrounded by a bed of carnations –
prodigious red carnation.
That small public garden
exists now as a child’s memory.
I am told that the wooden rotunda,
the pleasant plot, the carnations,
the velvety carnations,
have all been expunged by the expungers.
In that charmed place, a ten-year-old girl
once talked to my ten-year-old body
as if it were much older.
It was then that I saw,
coming over a distant horizon,
my post-adolescent puberty
driving a superannuated Morris Oxford.
The car and the girl
have probably been erased
by those whose job
will always be to erase lovely things,
but I should like to go back there
before my body forgets
to treasure the inconsequential.
Now with my thread-bare mind,
I return again
to that wrought-iron,
railed patch, of green city space;
to be among the deep red carnations,
the long since bloomed
carnations.
Women are a traveled road
you go without a map
Where yelling their instructions
takes you back to see a lap
When driving for another mile
will help you see the frap
When you will say the other way
was meant for far less crap
That you will say the other way
was turn yourself around
And go back to the very start
and try to guess some ground
When you will know your apt to learn
from others who have failed
When pleasing women from your acts
means less time that they're railed
And you will know a foolish man
will have to learn himself
When women only fire up
for men less like an elf
Eight people won the Spelling Bee;
It seems that they were tied.
The winners, 12-14 years,
Were surely filled with pride.
In 20 rounds the judges couldn’t
Trip up anyone
Since prepping for this huge event
These kids consider fun.
While critics railed about their skills,
Called “useless” and “a waste,”
Such negativity appears
Both nasty and misplaced.
When athletes practice hours each day
To thus improve their game,
The spelling champs, in their own ways,
Do practically the same.
I much prefer one winner, but
These eight deserve our praise,
Possessing such abilities
That really do amaze.
Why do we have such trouble
trying to explain
the height of ecstasy
and the depth of pain
when to you I am connected
the blossoming of joy
where upon it being severed
hollow emptiness deploy
I hear your cries in the vagaries of night
but your distance prevents the healing of your plight
your pain has saturated every cell in my soul
but only can the embrace of Love make you whole
My heart aches to hold you to my breast
to see you lifted like a kings treasure chest
wish you could see in mine eyes your own reflection
and take away that you aren't precious misconception
I have never spent my time tearing you apart
but sought those qualities shining in your heart
who keeps telling you with a derogatory voice
that you're valued less than any other choice
I have loved you from the day we first met
my promise until the end I'll you not forget
I exerted to support you every drop of energy
though would have rather had you very close to me
There is no treasure over you I cherish
count them as nothing that my Love should perish
an espoused sentiment will not a tummy feed
I had to work to roof and clothe your need
The only family at the time that cared for you
two grandparents who tried to help me through
they saw to it every school year you had clothes
and when I lost them how my sanity then froze
I'm required to forgive those who threw us away
and the father who never supported you in anyway
also the men who hide those who violate
until our God by Christ does away with hate
Sometimes in Life there is no indication
the path required will receive its vindication
I already know every place that I have failed
and my own inadequacy which upon I've railed
Someday perhaps You will understand
Gods requirement to care your needs demand
if I hadn't been alone might've been easier to stand
and in myself what I've lacked not to reprimand
1 Timothy 5:8
But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith
and is worse than an infidel
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Gb2 's a radio show, it airs in Sydney...But there's more to know.'
Ben Fordam has been speaking out, on the covid dictates
Roundabout on where the science meets the facts
Whether it's all altruistic.? Or do some just act?
Also acts that block, that rile and shock; that lay down demands
That cost a lot..' Much production is de-railed; Aussie
Dreams now are ships with tattered sails, I hear that Ben is
Triple vaxed.. ) an early advocate, was his shout not so lax.'
Yet now he'll listen to anti-views ' To me that rings like
Dinkum news.' He' on facebook; and also twitter He's
A sounding board; and I'd reckon, a real heavy hitter.'
I haven't met the man as yet.' But I like the idea that
He's listening, and talking.' that's the part I really get.!
Go for it Ben,.' I will also here give mention to another
Australian heveyweight journalist Andrew Bolt a legend
In his time and this field, who has been questioning things
And even resigned, from the official endorsed media he
Was involved in, If I get time I will do him in a piece also '
The words struck cold fear in my heart.
What was I to do? I didn’t know.
This was not supposed to happen,
so back to the doctor did I go,
and the words he told me there
were just another heavy blow:
Male puberty’s window had passed,
It was too late, he could not grow.
He’d never be a normal man,
but he no longer felt female,
and many nights I heard my son’s
low, mournful and piteous wail,
And my poor wife was in tears too,
convinced that somehow she had failed.
she’d go from sure she had done wrong,
to a lunatic who just railed.
Dan made it just a few more months,
then I walked in and found him dead
in his bedroom…he’d slit his wrists,
the very bed-sheets were stained red.
I just stood there, to stunned by it
to push any thoughts through my head,
but my wife saw and screamed her grief,
then right out of the house she fled.
I haven’t seen her since the day
of my beloved son’s suicide,
heard nothing of where she went,
if she’s still here, or if she’s died.
Even worse, I went online,
and found people who testified
that such an end was too common…
the doctors and ideologues lied.
Huge numbers of ‘trans’ people had
later renounced their ‘new-found’ sex,
many people grew out of it
before they had their body’s wrecked.
Forty to fifty-six percent
suicide rate, what the heck?
Why had they never mentioned this?
Why had they all tried to deflect?
If the world knew these problems lurked
why did they go and celebrate
something that went and killed people
at such a remarkable rate?
Did people want to ‘belong’ so much
they’d give cover to this awful fate?
Were the lives of their own loved ones
worth less then accusations of 'hate?'
Evil as these ‘omissions’ were
I knew something that made me cold.
I had left myself believe it all,
I had accepted what I was told.
I’d so believed my politics
that I had left myself be sold
on ideas known as pure bullsh-t
to any random three-year-old.
It’s my fault for allowing this,
this is something I must address,
I cannot live with this knowledge,
it has left me a broken mess.
Please, tell my parents they were right,
that common sense is usually best.
Ruined families and shattered lives
are the price we pay for ‘progress.’
…Bang.
Keeping Up?
I woke up in the front seat of my car.
In my garage. Thank God.
Well, I should wait.
There could be more.
What happened?
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
My wrist is itchy.
There is sand under my watch.
How did that get there?
Do I really want to know?
Yes.
Everything else is in tact.
Should I get out and go inside?
Will that be okay?
Will that ever be okay again?
He is not inside.
The house is empty.
The kids are gone.
They are with him.
Safe?
Not usually.
At the moment,
better than with me.
A thankful prayer again…
from regretful lips,
for sins known and unknown.
Good friends meant well.
They set the stage and arranged it all.
Get back into life... they railed.
Funny, it felt like instead of celebrating,
a train had hit me and dragged me for blocks?
I looked,
there was no damage on the car.
So, no train.
Just stupid me.
Note to self, “Party at church, pray all day!.”
The faith in our Democracy
Was almost lost most shamefully,
When losers made their foolish claims
And railed against imagined blames.
The lap dog trogs obeyed the call
To challenge what was clear to all;
That voters cast their ballots free
And fairly won their victory.
The insurrectionists encore
Previewed at Charlottesville before:
A Hitler brown shirt style reprise -
When NAZI scum killed our GIs.
From losers formed in tiki crews
With fascist, swastika hate views;
And losers claiming Rebel ties
With racist, traitors' rants and lies;
The losers with their vote-fraud claims,
All losers in their loser games.
Then January 6th took place -
Again, December 7th faced,
Another Day of Infamy
But through homegrown ignominy;
Misguided stooges - mob rule horde
Defiled what patriots fought for.
And now the trials are on display
For insurrectionists that day,
With facts - in fact - they can't refute -
Their place in traitorous pursuit.
The Devil's due is their reward:
Those without thought who jumped aboard -
Those duped by lies and let their names
Be mired in everlasting shame.
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Now, vigilance is what we need
To make sure evil doesn't seed.
The way of life that we embrace
Could be replaced Without a Trace.