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Lets be frank' who would want to de-bank?
It seems like communisam.?
Not just an odd buisniss schsim'
Theres no balance of books? At first and
Second last looks.' Theres big payouts
On ideas' and moves on genders, its really
Ballons flags and suspenders, what return
Is envusaged? As society is ravaged.'
Is there ground for class actions, against
Legal infractions? Is a bearer not promised
To be paid, to be honest ' as we note this
Reality, we observe rampant insanity a rejection
Of reason, a late summer madness amidst a
Lowering of ammounts? taken in or out of accounts!
Yet inflation considered shoud not rationality
Be delivered, good service for custom, not fabrication
And bunkum.! Is the free market not told us? in
The world vision, and action thats always sold us'
A value a co-hesion for world benefit its ever reasoned
Is this its reflection? There must be collective
Rejection!
I trusted all doctors, thought they know best
So many years learning, a noble quest
They want to do well by helping you
But from any kind of knowledge, evil can brew.
Scott was a dentist, a noble career
But to ethical rules he did not adhere
If you sat in his chair, he'd put a crown on your tooth
Insurers paid him millions, didn't ask for proof.
Babies kept dying under Lucy's care
She was idealistic in school but got on a tear
Murdered 7 babies, the motives appall
But nurses are human, and humans can fall.
I could also mention fraud in Medicare
100 billion a year, the criminal share
Some docs think a short cut to money is worth
After all, they too have limited time on this earth.
In Nazi-land doctors reasoned that since Jews had to die
Why not do twin experiments, in my mind those kids cry
The docs were curing society of an enemy disease
Against indoctrination, no way to appease.
I was drugged with sex drugs, medical knowledge used for bad
Docs told me such drugs exist, but thought I was mad
I said drugs could be sprayed through the air, made things worse
It was all true, but a hard sell, and an ongoing curse.
Some thought me handsome, the good looks faded
My short-term memory tanked as sleep blockaded
All sorts of damage victims could not have a clue
They can reach into your brain, without touching you.
Before thinking me mad, look up "drugs as aerosols"
An open mind's better than one closed by walls.
Don't leave the many victims, across the fruited plain
Forever unprotected because this story sounds insane.
The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped.
Left to right, oppositely for contrite poise,
Firm doors open keen, quick ready pens,
Horizontal alignment - or vertical repose noise,
A quiet supposition leaks to radiate slight dens.
Nowhere are the changers and the dyes,
Tainting for pleasure with respect full in heart,
The sound of footsteps - here, there, with eyes,
Demarcating foundations from glittery art.
The ben is there - detected and rye, sucking,
Shuffling previous dust beside dirt untouched,
The crazy ones create the world for bucking:
Reason defines the fibre, with mesh touched.
Shallow tracks he left
now most dissipated by winds of time.
"Britches" searches these tracks for good times,
but recalls only those,
which taste of persimmons before first frost.
He represented things a son didn't want in a dad.
"Britches" often wondered about mitigating circumstances,
and while reluctant to indict;
he reasoned why things were as they were,
and how they had gotten that way.
"Britches" father was possessed by the fruit of the vine,
he consumed and was consumed.
What he gave life, life returned tenfold.
Sin in a bottle, had stolen his dad,
leaving him embittered but with great resolve.
"Britches" now clings to hurtful memories of a man
who never met his qualifications of a dad,
just a father.
Oh wont'cha look at that. 'Wow that is really bad to say about someone.' Oh no..' look
at that post there attacking that person, I would never have thought of doing this before
that bad fall happened to us.' Oh so much negativity! Not good not good at all! And it says
that this poetry site does not allow personal attacks or bad language, could have fooled me.
Oh my, all this negativity, all the name calling is having an effect on me. 'I am feeling
indifferent, why should I even make the effort you speak the truth to folk, and you get
attacked, ignored.. 'Or even worse murdered' yes that’s what I said murdered! Yes I can see
more clearly now, friendship with some people is hard because they want it that way! When
you meet someone, the first thing they want to do is work out how they can rob you.'
at least that's how I feel about things right now..! look..' there are also a lot of nice; good
and genuine people out there and I know as Humpty Dumpty, I was very happy here the
egg reasoned with himself as he went along..' yes yes yes...But I still have the feeling there Must be SOMEONE TO BLAME..! And I am armed with enough negative information
to smash this place to bits..! Oh I do feel quite sick though its all getting to me..' I don't
even care right now about 'the very hot place' or the big black iron round thing..!
©JOE MAVERICK 1-3-2014
So where's our lauded critical thinking, wisdom of the ages,
When far at sea unbridled plastic pollution rages?
Two large patches of plastic debris
Are circling in the North Pacific sea.
The greatest minds of our day can't solve our drifting affliction,
Nor can they plan to rid us of our destructive plastic addiction.
While ecologists debate the issues watching with indignant ire,
The trash still forever spins in its garbage gyre.
It takes five hundred years for plastics to decompose,
When photodegradation breaks it down, no one really knows.
Microplastics inside marine life and the fish we eat,
May well mark our downfall and eternal defeat.
We humans are certainly subject to constant denial
But plastic microbes in our food is simply too vile.
Straws 'n spoons, bottles 'n caps, bags 'n toys turn into tiny pieces,
A wry laugh to think this is a fitting end for the human species.
Eight million metric tons of plastic trash go into the sea each year,
Rather than protecting us, it makes new pollutants that we so fear.
Our single use and dumping rules could be made to be sensible,
Instead it's confused discarding practices that are reprehensible.
No country can or will step up and take responsibility,
Our world sits back to see our oceans succumb to instability.
When or how will we rise up and solve this floating problem?
Is there anyone who can find a reasoned place to start from?
Or are we destined like our trash adrift in a sea abyss,
Waiting for some distant power to point to what we miss?
For solving this is no short-term task that we can do alone,
It calls for us to come together to save our planet home.
in a matter of unsurpassable projection she pulled the trigger
did not have a license to kill with her words but exclaimed
‘everything is wrong and it is entirely and exclusively your fault’
not quite so eloquently but she hit home whose home and why
no matter what the intent had been causes have consequences
‘I am not going to tell you where the faults lie find out yourself’
he should have packed his bags or hers right at that moment
but there were kids to consider and he took the wicked assault
to heart wrecked his mind and soul reasoned and felt empty
questioned quite perplexed why she had never voiced her concern
‘you would have and never will change just like your late father’
and that hurt like a missile propelled at defenceless innocence
he tried to comprehend and negotiate a path to mutual resolution
failed miserably got depressed and dug himself into a prison
with self imposed wardens of melancholy and moribund sadness
the years have passed and she now sits alone in her ivory tower
whereas he ventured on the hard journey of soothing his wounds
new wife new occupation happiness and he lived around the globe
one constant is that she could not turn the children against him
they remembered the hands on father whom they did not reject
today a poet he weaves verses meaning streams consciousness
learnt a few lessons smoothened a few edges of error and terror
did not think much about her attack for change needs forgetting
and that while she kept the money he had been set entirely free
she was right because she prevented him from changing with her
08th Augus 2020
One can hardly take a breath at all
For brilliance splashed against the wall
has reasoned with a summer's soul
and paints the season with vibrant gold
The brittle breeze as evening falls
is mixed with smoke from burning piles
of leaves we raked one afternoon
stacked high with colors bold and wild
Smoke whirls up high above the house
Each silent garden laid to rest,
As the close of day leaves nothing left
but crimson skies, and colors red
We can hear the music of the trees,
with rustling sounds, stained red and tan
While wind seeks out the apple tree,
And scents the air with celestial zest
The mighty oak drops acorns, freed,
Brown squirrels have scurried to their nest
They've stored a harvest from the earth,
We'll watch as geese form silhouettes
And when the trees are barren branched,
A world takes rest, to start anew
While autumn prances through the hills,
With stain ablaze in amber hues
The heart is filled with peace of mind,
As embers warm our home tonight
While weary gather near the flame,
This year at end, we bid adieu
One can hardly take a breath at all
For brilliance splashed against the wall
Has reasoned with a summer's soul
To paint the season edged in gold ......
__________________________________
10/27/16
Contest: Autumn Fire
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
For every relationship
we can rediscover
a season
of increase
and tipping point
toward decrease.
For every correlation,
positively resonant
and negatively dissonant,
a regenerative
becoming degenerative season
for building up and out
and tearing down and in
compassion
compulsion
recreation
tipping toward
dispassion
revulsion
decay
Like passionate summer powers
Falling toward
diminished winter light
dipolar co-arising
hope for continuous
contiguous fresh spring
cooperating green,
morning blue
yet warmer
cumulating skies
repredicting summer's
fertile
climax
passions
Re-enlisted
in four fractal
reasoned seasons
for redeveloping Earth justice
and restoring Tribal peace
Turning traumatic weaponed
retributive discommunications
into therapeutic wellness tooled
restorative re-communionations.
Hey I'll travel into that computer the one that sees everything..' I will get to know even
more about what's going on in this place..! Ohhh..' there's lots of pulses in here, I think
I shall travel down that hook up there right to where it ends, and see what I find..' OH..I
I can see lots, lots of people on a green bank a big river.. And a quiet reflective feeling all
round, hey they are holding eggs lots of them..' and that youngish man there what's he
saying? hey that's better the volume just went up. It seems...as if.. Yes I am in a camera
lens..' Oh he's speaking again..' So a man of the Pharisees: Nicodemus..' came to Jesus
by night, Rabbi he said we know you were sent by God because no Man could do the signs
you do unless God were with him..' I tell you truly Jesus replied no one can see the kingdom
of God unless he is 'born again' how do you mean teacher Nicodemus questioned.? how can a person be born again?
In this world? Surely one cannot re-enter into their Mother to be born and by now being old..'
Jesus then answered again saying unless a person is born of water and the spirit he cannot
enter the Kingdom of God..! the young man seemed most ernest in his manner, the people
listened intently..' he put down a book? Bible Dumpty could read as he peered closer that he had been quoting from; and held up a large egg..' and said today we celebrate Easter this egg symbolises
the 'new life' you can have in Christ..' This is the time he laid down his earthly life in order
that we can live eternally in heaven with Him..! Dumpty felt full of emotion at these words.'
the symbolism of the egg especially moved him, he thought of 'being born again' of being
'Humpty Dumpty' once more..' as he watched a lot of the people went forward to the man..Saying we will accept him Joe.' So they must know this man Dumpty reasoned' This seemed to really please Joe!
and so they accepted this 'Jesus' still others went into the water and another man plunged them
deep under..' then he raised them up to cheers from all, Dumpty saw all this with
mixed up feelings..'
He thought he had best go back to the Owl; and enquire more about
these things..'