Long Ruble Poems
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…as she partakes in real time drama
her legs shot to pieces by foreign pursuit
Kin and friends have chipped in for wooden
crutches much easier to avoid land mines
in any case and thus she seems content
A satellite dish towering over the ruble
projects a shiny world of alien domination
doubles up as a parasol in the scorching sun
The screen is vivid and livid with many a
persona non-grata and the stigma of Kain’s
recurring news adorning foreheads of gory glory
She cannot forget and must remember to
pass on the baton and story to her descendants
and she is lucky to have born two children
despite the sucked-up fact that she feels
little below the floor of pelvic give and take
By law of statistics comprehending her dire
situation Para is quite normal because walking legs
come as a premium and so she forgives and
hopes that her son will not join the militia and
her daughter can bear the cross in dignity…
The world is one giant cake bowl staring at you until you grow old. It’s has its mischief’s and its tricks and pumpkin pie swirling in the dish.
You are going to bake a cake a day for all the hungry people far away; you will put lots of cream on top and cherry to form the dots.
You will sell it at half price to the merchant on the other side; he will order a million cake a day to deliver to the people living a thousand miles away.
The dollar is on the run and the English pound is hopping along, the euro is breathing fresh air and the Japanese yen is hanging on in there .
The Renminbi is as old as it can be and has high esteem for the American dream, it has been like that for more than three decades and there is no indication that it will parachute to the sky.
The cakes are baking, their appetite is growing and they need money so get it to them in a hurry.
If you don’t have it you have to print it and you will meet with your economist to guide you on how to do this. You will print a specific amount to fulfill specific needs around the town; you will do the calculation and set up a statutory body to prevent inflation.
You have got to open some international project and invest some of the printed money in long-term sustainability. Buy a town in Africa from the celebrated bush doctor and build a treatment facility center for the different ailment in the culture.
You have got to spend it in order to mend it and if you don’t have it you have got to go out and borrow it.
America is playing games, the dollar is not lame, they have plenty of it and you have to use the right play book to release it, the till is not dry, they have abundance falling from the sky.Zelinsky is a genius and he knows how to get the American dollar. America has the machine but Zelinsky has the dream.
America is a milking cow, milk is flowing everywhere so get your gallon bottle ready because America is going to make some people happy.
The Russian ruble is nuff but it cannot fill the hungry man’s gut, you have to have plenty of it to buy a decent American dish.
Get the paper on the machine under the guidance of the banking governor to fulfill your dreams. Just print what you need.
The Angel
Heart of Peace
In the hills and glens of the Bosnian homelands
Roamed the Serbian chetniks, with swords of the devil
In the name of nationalism
Raping and killing, burning and pillaging
Their aggressions they called it defending
Carkic the rapist of all of humanity
Drank himself to a stupor
To hide his soul from his very own gods
As he burned the villages, children and all
How can such evil stand so tall?
From the ruble of hate, and Serbian addictions
There rises an angel from the concentration camps
Malice none, for her heart is filled with compassion
She listens to the victims, her kindness is her fashion
Esmuda Mujagic, content to build bridges to rainbows true
She is an angel of inspirations
Asking only for warmth for the victims of torture
No reprise is sought, only admissions of truth
So through forgiveness, life can mend and flourish
Instead arrested and harassed
The soldiers of Serbia, still carrying on
As my life is under construction every experience is like a brick that I the architect of my ability to respond to my ability (Responsibility), can choose to either add to the foundation laid out by the Father of all creation or toss it away in the ruble moving forward. I’m at my best when I take time out for me and get plenty of rest yes going the extra mile in everything I pursue how do I know what I say is true? You may ask it’s not hard or easy to stretch. For many years it was thought that I must beg, perform and conform to the ways other or another mother, father, friend, sister or brother wanted in order to be liked or loved. Without it the big question became am I doing, saying, being enough? Of coarse you are wait! No you’re not because I was then I would have did said and behaved in a way the measured up to the STANDARD. WHO’S STANDARDS? Because if it is not mine then I not only betray me, my self you and I. I betray all the potential of whom and what I could be in 5,10 15 20 years time going up and down the line.
If the river rises and the dame breaks If the creek overflows and washes up on the bank I'll be there to protect you; I'll be your first responder because I'm always right here
If the star breaks through the atmosphere and devastates the earth If war breaks out and you are covered beneath the ruble I will search the depths until I find you
because I'm always right here
If your life throws you a bad rap or sour lemons and adversities attack you like a pack of demons You need never fear nor ever fight alone because I'm always right here
In sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth Through highs and lows, good times and bad times For you always, I am always right here with you
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