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His life now has permanently changed
Costing him more than aches and pain
As slowly he walks on prosthetic legs
Humility reigns, taxing venturous brain.
Propelling courage fiercely he fought,
Defying death, meeting face to face.
Concealed within his unflinching image,
Torment open wounds of unholy place.
Unsteady mind roams haunted now,
No longer capable to hold a steady job.
Death and destruction hammer his mind
Where angst and hurt relentlessly throb.
Determined as ever but he feels restless
Having acquiesced to tallies of life,
When his toll was counted in unpaid bills
And loss of dignity to agonizing strife.
Able man he was before he went to war
Returning home after he almost died.
As a grateful nation sincerely thanks him
Resolutely he moves to restore his pride.
November 9, 2018
Dedicated to veterans of war
Look high to the hills to see peaks of icy water laden tops
Water is flowing downwards into winding streams
The permeation of ponds, lakes, rivers and the mighty seas
Thus a supply-chain like feed supplying all watery needs
The Sun's fierce heat induces water evaporation
A dark daunting nimbostratus starts hovering
A mystical misty moist cloud of condensation
that produces many rain droplets pouring
White-water overflows in steep canyon gorges
Grapes, figs and dates in the fields are made ripened
Flowers flourish and many fruits can be eaten
Water is flowing resolutely and continually,
into the great ocean's mouth
Sun's incandescence purifies water:
Water vapors are making an upward ascension
to clouds of cumulus, cirrocumulus and cirrus
These are white fluffy aeronautical rain vehicles
The waters again start descending:
To form again white snowy watery capped ice tops
This upon many mountains zenith spots
This a perpetual, continuous, isochronism
of the Life supporting cycle:
Ice, Liquid and Vapor
All making an ever vibrant and repeated musical
crescendo, nature's "Watery Phases"
Future Prospects
Is it possible at once to defeat and be overcome by the disease?
Such extravagant forebodings dwindle in the fear of moment,
like a great visitation of the past that dwarfed the mayhem of WWI,
wonder if libertarians had qualm with “Spanish” Flu, or accepted it
as a benign nomenclature for a deadly virus wiping millions east and west.
But I'm showered with anxiety over the news of climbing toll and hospital shortages
while experts warn this is 'tip of the iceberg', but not any iceberg, why I suddenly feel they
all have Titanic in mind and the boats' shortages. Do not give tamely to plague of fears,
my mind searching frantically for the desire for courage that thrives in the heart of every great
calamity, for sure future's window stays resolutely closed without it, call it an unqualified view
of our future prospects vested in our present isolation and self-imprisonment, in the midst of our sadness and bewilderment, recognizing the enormity of the challenge ahead, posing as an
existential threat, a recurring nightmare stealing the fortunes of present generation, rudely
disrupting their routines, but hopefully only a dent on their dreams
On my honor I will do my best
To be real quiet, and not a pest
I’ll smear some butter on a crispy roll
And let you dip it in my soup bowl.
I won’t dress up seeking flattery
Unless I win the freakin’ lottery
Then I’ll spread the cash tween kith and kin
In the hope they won’t “remember when”.
But then again, on a positive note
I might just take the money and buy a boat
Pack my bags and head out to sea
With a captain and first mate who’ll both be me.
However, if I do not win
I’ll cut the cheese razor thin
Season it with butter and thyme
Wash it down with the same old whine.
Set the clock for five AM
Struggle through my morning swim
And knowing that my chance is thin
Play the same number again.
John G. Lawless
©12/13/2022
How many sands have you counted
building castles near the shoreline,
which the sea washes away
before the day is done?
Alas, you build them again and again
unmindful of the raging waves
and the wild winds
blasting away those paradigms~
before your hands could shape
the towers in your mind;
As if there were no waves~
As if there were no winds.
Every castle you built
scattered in the shifting sands,
yet your dreams perpetuated ~
like the course of the river
resolutely pushing
though drought hinders
its way to reach the sea;
Like the flight of the eagle
endlessly flying
amidst the chancy sky.
I did not belong in this family.
Their ideas are foreign to me, and I to them.
The weird part is, my identical twin fits in well.
She and Mommy love to cook, clean, sew, and gossip.
There is almost nothing I would rather do.
So I spend my life traveling through books as a pirate.
My Daddy is never home, but when he is, I love it.
He is smiling and laughing, telling us stories of his exploits.
He is a pirate going town to town, selling things to non-pirates.
They think he is a Fuller Brush Salesman, but I know better.
Pirates know pirates.
I catch his eye, and I wish I was a boy.
Boys don’t have to cook or clean or bake or do that junk.
And boys get to yell their answers in class without detention.
Being a girl is horrible until we put on plays.
Then I get to be Captain Hook and Peter Pan,
while my twin stays resolutely in her stupid Wendy dress
only wanting to be a girl.
God only knows why.
On June 30th 1889
one hundred and thirty-two years ago
In the ambiance of Continental Hotel Paris
Two visionary Parliamentarians
And men of peace
English Man William Randal Cremer
And French Man Frédéric Passy
In furtherance of their goal for peace
And arbitration through cooperation
And Dialogue
Mid-wifed an Association of
parliamentarians
Which has metamorphosed
Into global organization
Of National parliaments
First multilateral political organization
Acclaimed today
As inter-parliamentary Union(IPU)
Through the instrumentality of IPU
Corresponding institutions
At governmental levels
Saw the light of the day
The permanent Court of Arbitration
In The Hague in 1899
The League of Nations in 1919
And the Mighty United Nations in 1945
The behemoth has today
Over 170 Member parliaments
And resolutely committed to
Democracy for everyone
Parliaments at the service of the people
Promotion of democratic governance
values
Peace
Human rights
Gender equality
Youth empowerment
Sustainable development through
Political dialogue
Cooperation and parliamentary action
IPU is a potential global parliament !
resolutely or dutiful
firm and unwavering.
signifies unwavering loyalty
synonyms include
unfaltering, and constant
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her loyalty to me
provides me with a
comfort that is
best described as
a loving sense
of personal
preference
whatever souls
are made
of her's and
mine are
the same
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Disappointed
cause I thought you cared
it's unsettling cause
all the time we shared
finding someone else
might be bothersome
tommorrows a new
day a whole new to won
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take some time for me
keep me first
keep our love life strong
remember to put me first
I'm the number one
wanna hear you say it
I'm in love with you
I thought you should hear me say
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written by:El Nota Playa
When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous host behave
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within a narrow vault thrust
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
So when it is time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe,
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky
With the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
Into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
And a state far radiant and blissful
Where the sun shall never set
Where blessed souls joyously meet
Where Truth and Beauty preside
Where peace and bliss abide
Ousted out of terrestrial space
You’re enfolded into God’s embrace
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Submitted for 2022 Poetry Marathon. Mile.4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Mark Toney
Placed First
April .16. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
I sat with a reluctant story teller
My legs crossed
Holding my breath
The fabric of her mind
was tightly folded
Tucked in at her edges
I reached for a thread
gave it a gentle tug
Hoping that it would come loose
My desire was to know her secrets
Her's were the tales I so desperately craved
She smiled a knowing smile
Looked deeply into my eyes
I gazed back resolutely
Searching for my prize
She whispered
"Listen close
Within my hands
I hold the ghosts
They scream with force to be released
You will not be protected by your Priest
I'm trying my best to hold them back
If they escape
They will attack"
My childish wonder turned to fear
Could real Ghosts have followed her here
As I wondered she began to laugh
Within my soul I felt a draft
I got my wish
Storied spirits made me cold
I could not handle the tale she told
I ran away through the forest
Spirits close behind
her thread had attached
quickly to my mind
The reluctant story teller
she knew me best
My little mind had failed her test
The ghostly spirits
wrapped silver threads around my soul
My eyes of blue turned black as coal
I am a reluctant story teller
The fabric of my mind tightly folded
Tucked in at the edges
You sit cross legged
Holding your breath
"Come a little closer
so that I might whisper in your ear".
Dedicated to my Friend Vicky a story teller Extrodinaire.