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Parades are festive
They send a celebratory message
Protests have an evil look
Like they were run by a crook
Ranting
Chanting
Yelling and screaming
Confused definition lacking structure meaning
Anger released in this one way
“We are going to make the issue pay”
Strong voice overs sound really cool
But in reality the visual is a self-destructive tool
Sacrificial lamb
An interesting plan
Using the young at heart
Tell them to play the moral part
Only a for a few seconds will it be heard
Not caring how it will be talked about when referred
Money could start a revolution
That is not the solution
Study the subject matter
Accept the pitch as a well prepared batter
Answer the call
To strengthen understanding the law
Many sides a debate may contain
Simply put it is easy to complain
Take pen and paper in hand
And make the editorial stand
Words are a powerful device
An intellectual platform that is nice
When someone sits down and reads
They are relaxed thinking about the information feed
Unlike a theatric demonstrator
Displaying havoc in the tradition of a raider
Society needs creative communication as a lighter
Getting into situations being a fighter
After a published piece has run
Noting a philosophical pondering job is done
Police handcuffs are not the result
In bringing the argument to a halt
Conversation could have chatter
Escalating up a healthy ladder
Allowing the writer
To walk away sounding intelligent by making the guilt party’s noose tighter
Presenting on a stage where one shines brighter
Every time I read Pessoa I think
I'm better than he is
Salutations to Fernando Pessoa-Alan Ginsberg
Me, the monocled one, with my foppish belted waistcoat,
I'm not unworthy of you, Walt,
I'm not unworthy of you, my saluting you proves it . . .
Salute to Walt Whitman- Fernando Pessoa
Here from a place in my heart, I salute you,
Female as I am, and unknown,
Should I be praising Emily, Plath or Achmatova?
But you started it Pessoa! with your Alvaro comparing himself
to Whitman, not content to admit to a greatness of your own
and now I find dear Mr. Ginsberg confessing to his greatness in
epic manner, name dropping from Socrates to Michelangelo
admitting faults in the same breath-tracking his enlightenment
and if it was written tongue in cheek, I missed it.
How I admire the great poets that wade into the mainstream
appearing where the greatest wrongs appear, risking even
death for their beliefs, celebrated by those who embrace their
point of view, but what of the unknown poets in the world;
so many whose work is equally astounding, yet unexposed.
Musings on every subject known to man, set down in metaphor
and rhyme makes me wonder what brings immortal recognition
Is it from making a devoted study or from mixing in the right circles?
The hallowed halls of academia or is it some -one's tiny jounal
of handwritten poems waiting for discovery, the enlightenment
of the next century?
Poets, don't often, answer to their fame - writing what's inside of them
for those to come.
Thursday, 06 September, 2001
I wrote this poem one morning (Thursday, 06 September, 2001)after I had read a poem by Alan Ginsberg in the 1995 edition of The Best American Poetry.
I had never seen the poem he referred to "Salute to Whitman"by Fernando Pessoa
and today when I found it on the web Friday, March 01, 2002, I was suprised to see how similar our opening lines were.
Here are current links to the poems mentioned
https://issuu.com/hbarbas/docs/1997_salutations_to_pessoa_ginsberg_h_barbas
https://modpo2015.wordpress.com/poems-of-note/fernando-pessoa-alvaro-de-campos-salute-to-walt-whitman/
No Holding Up Signs,
No Chanting,
No Looting, No Crimes,
No Soliciting,
They approach you, not you them,
then you hand them the literature for the cause of this organized event,
and if per chance you are asked any further questions,
about the cause that you are publicly demonstrating,
most should respond with, "Research And Learn More @ blah, blah .com,"
and if per chance they want to get into more detailed questions,
to me or any of my distinguished colleagues you may refer them,
and then we will get into the more detailed questions with them,
and all press, all media must be referred to me,
or any of my well known distinguished colleagues.
The rally is comprised of simply walking,
in great numbers in the streets peaceful, non violent,
sometimes engaged in conversation, but not necessarily,
about the cause at all, conversation superficially,
sometimes all walking in great numbers silently,
never being invasive to anybody.
A 5K walk, or a walking marathon,
on the sidewalks, no roads need be shut down,
or perhaps a walking constant loop,
over and over again around a public park large enough too,
for a few hours and then all quietly disperse,
back to your home, your lives, feeling a great sense of self worth,
with your role in striving for a better way, eg, the restoration of Mother Earth.
In the fifties
it was the suburban icon
that survived the start
of the renovation phase
and still graced the backyards
of most houses in the neighborhood,
the ubiquitous Australian
outside dunny.
Ours was a corrugated iron
oven that cooked you in the summer
and would freeze even the most proud
member down to a modest size
in winter. Daddy long leg spiders
would watch from the walls and ceiling
and bounce about in their webs
when the chain on the overhead
cistern was pulled
and water gushed out.
One hot summer's day my Dad
was sitting on the loo
with the door open and saw
a snake crawl across the lawn.
Up with his trousers he pursued
the snake until it slid into
the shade house, grabbing it
by the tail as it slipped through
the wire netting fence.
For an hour he called out
hoping someone would hear
and help him deal with the snake.
Back then there were no
snake catchers you could call,
you either killed it or let it go
and worried whether
it would come back.
Finally our neighbor, Jim Ireland,
came running in armed
with an axe and as Dad slowly
pulled it back out,
dealt the reptile a fatal blow.
When I came home from school
that day, there was this four foot
brown hanging on the clothesline
almost cut in half.
It seemed too small to pack
such danger, its jaws sealed shut
in death over those lethal fangs.
I couldn't bring myself to touch it
in fear that it might spring back
and bite me in a final revenge.
That year, my Dad kept
the dunny door open
all summer. He never saw
another snake. I should have been
a better son.
Notes.
Though rather obvious, the term
“dunny” refers to an outside toilet,
a good old Australian colloquialism.
It's rare to find snakes in suburban
backyards these days unless near
open areas and waterways.
As a matter of interest, the snake
referred to in the poem was
an “Eastern Brown” whose venom
is rated as the second most toxic
in the world, the most toxic being
the Inland Taipan another Australian
species.
My skin has become like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair
What 's happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts
It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping to noon
Always up at the crack of dawn
Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down
A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friends, it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling you soon!
He doesn't play by the rules. He does his own thing.
He's a brilliant genius medical diagnostician.
When other doctors can't figure out what is wrong with you
your case then gets referred to this medical guru.
He doesn't care about his patients. His bedside manner is crude.
He cares most about solving the puzzle than he does of you,
but when it looks as if your life is about to end very rapidly
because no doctor can unravel your medical mystery,
the doctor you'll want on your case will most certainly be
the obsessive pill popping Vicodin junkie
otherwise known as the ornery Gregory House MD.
*
I logged this in the "film" category
because there isn't any category for "TV."
HE only will wrest against his equals
he refers to his bouts as educating
lesser knowledge individuals.
He referred to woman management as
being stringed along long enough
to find some means of
success.
"when the celebrities look to you
for inspiration
how bad off are things?"
He'll take both trophy and the crown!
his reference to obstacles, was
the right tool for the right job.
to each beginning.
to my new beginning and you sweet ending.
Musanger is the monster that
distracts
people from being inspired, Musanger is
also responsible for not
allowing officiating in less then one-sided
bouts.
22 in numerology confirms the Sheric samples of nexting
relating to "than what is next shall be"
calming the shore makes a perfect day
but does it help with the drought
then he asked
are the nights divided for day
or are the nights divided for nights.
One spoke the days are of the sun
and the nights are of lights.
Years ago, this saloon was too boring
and all you saw was cowboys drinking;
no music to take away their blues,
no wonder they all seemed to lose!
I got this low-paying job in Nashville,Tennessee,
a close friend read an ad and referred it to me;
even though Country music is popular and loved:
earning bread and butter in any club was very hard.
With all the bustle on any busy Nashville's street,
it can never have the fast-paced New York beat,
and making a living as a piano player got me almost nowhere...
folks listened and noticed that the Southern spirit wasn't there!
Today I'll be packing, hop on the bus and head up North feeling kind of sad;
it was so nice to have met good folks who smiled, listened and applauded
and living just a few years there, I've learned the friendly hospitality of Rotgut,
but for the sake of my sanity, I must leave this place and not become a nut.
The Beggar
* Isaiah 64:6
With soiled clothing and a shabby coat
He sat there near the curb
Unshaven and shoulders humped
Not a sound from him was heard
His body thin and malnourished
Sadness dominated a wrinkled face
It seemed he sought for attention
As he stared ahead, - into space
Some may question how and why
He came to this estate
Was it because of poor choices
Or was it simply, - - fate
Of this one thing, there is no doubt
Jesus had compassion on the poor
So many times, He referred to them
He gave them a status of grandeur
Lazarus at the rich man's gate -
Of this account, we've often heard
A great contrast, between these two
Jesus amplified, in His Word
A prime example God displayed
His Son was born in a stable
No pomp or splendor did He claim
A manger was His cradle
All of us apart from God
Are a mere castaway
"Our righteousness is but filthy rags" *
But at Calvary, He took our sins away
From a beggar to a king
It's a rags-to-riches story
From tattered rags, to a robe of white
Forever to bask, - in His glory !
The ankh symbol—sometimes referred to as the key of life or the key of the nile—is representative of eternal life in Ancient Egypt. Created by Africans long ago, the ankh is said to be the first--or original--cross.
This use of the ankh as a symbol of Christ's promise of everlasting life through belief in his sacrifice and resurrection is most probably the origin of the Christian use of the cross as a symbol of faith today.
What is the power of the ankh?
It was especially commonly held in the hands of ancient Egyptian deities, or being given by them to the pharaoh, to represent their power to sustain life and to revive human souls in the afterlife.
The Ankh as the Symbol of Clairvoyance
Placed between the eyes of an initiate, the ankh means that the initiate now has the power of clairvoyance and can see “the world beyond”.
Therefore, it is also considered as the lock on his mind to make him aware of his duty to keep secret these superior powers and the knowledge of the mystery he now has.