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Yesterday…
As a cherubic child,
do you have grand dreams, Pete,
of becoming, when older (but not wiser),
famous world-over (as a war criminal)?
Today…
“No quarter, no mercy,” you say.
“Punching them while they’re down,
as it should be” and with
“no stupid rules of engagement.”
To “provide quarter” ensures safety
of all combatants who surrender,
who lay down their arms,
with their hands in the air.
“No quarter” means to take no prisoners,
to execute on the spot all those vanquished,
without mercy, without justice, without due process
(like blowing-up Venezuelan boats),
a war crime by Geneva Conventions,
and war crimes got Nazis hung decades ago.
Yet now you brag about committing war crimes
while promoting reckless, endless war?
Tomorrow…
Years to come, on Judgment Day,
the cosmic Courtroom is full
of the formerly famous mighty
as well as those “following orders.”
Please take your seat, Pete,
next to jealous Nazis.
Watch me turn that
dirty water
into the finest
of wines
From the outside
looking in
it appears thine eyes
are clouded
I appear shrouded
in mystery
& covered in
a history unknown
Earthly throne illusions
pale in comparison
to the kingdom
discovered within
I've already seen
the end
so beginning is a
foregone conclusion
Their collusion
started a war
deemed unwinnable
by The Most High
My rules of engagement
seem foreign
as they differ from
what's seen as
conventional
Protruding
thought forms are
no match for my
intentional flames
coming from the sky
FYI
This is a lighter
with fluid
that flows everlasting
with no intention to gain
I reign from a place
where rain is a
necessary evil and
given much respect
A space where
its drops are seen
in retrospect
as mere projections
The smere & wetness
was needed in order to
facilitate growth
from the seeded
Now there's grounds
to grow toward the sky
without backward eyes
This bastardized
tilling of grounds we see
is a perversion of what he
originally had in mind
In due time
some will see if the fruit
was really worth the
growing of the tree
Watch me
as I transform
from water into ice
& then steam rising high
A locomotive powered
by dreams
from behind clear
open eyes
If this tracks
years from now
they'll be mapping
the course of my train
A pioneer
squeezing every drop
from the grapevine
in the rain
Rock Paper Scissors
Pope Rabbi Imam
Conservative Democrat Independent
Money Power Control
Pay attention kids I will now explain to you the rules of engagement
Wealth crushes power but amounts to control
Paper covers the books of both Christians Jews Muslims all religions alike
Scissors cuts through the political rhetoric of all major parties
This is the game these are your rules
1, 2, 3, Begin's the game of fools
Winner takes all the runner up receives this
A life without money feeling powerless a total lack of control
Rocked crushed to debt by political insurance that cuts your health
And religious institutions that don't quantify ones faith
It's an expanded form of the game
But as you can see the rules remain unchanged
Monkey see monkey doo
While all along we knew we knew ! !
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Today I see before me men, who last were only lads
It's been my greatest honor to have acted as a guide
to you, not only warriors but the finest of comrades
and I'd march any distance, if such men I march beside
We go forth into battle, fully trained and well prepared,
determination like a tree, together, we have grown
Ahead, rules of engagement state that lives shall not be spared
That said, if fate arrives for us, we'll not greet her alone!
Though we fight for their freedom, some will villify us still
The disagreed might say that war is something to condemn
How quickly they forget that they enlisted us to kill
or to be killed so, if you live, remember this to them
No leader's heart has felt such pride as you've inspired in mine
I call you, then, to arms, men. Follow me, now, to the line!
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September 20th, 2020
I am not a Poet
I know this fact true and full well
In the orthodox conventional literal way
As I am not able to use set standard form
So what I write
Therefore does not conform
So I agree wholeheartedly not disagree
Technically I am not a Poet
All I am is simply someone who
Likes to write and comment about things
That don't necessarily fit any set remit
But yet I still want to have a go
So I end up having to encroach
And impose and join in other ways
And blur the lines and rules of engagement
Because although I may not be a poet
1 thing I can admit is this
I suffer through my words
Like any tortured Poet would
As to me writing is more about
Exposure of one's true self soul and heart
Than a form of compliance to an art
If that stifles my openness and integrity
And does not keep my demons at bay
Rather lets them lie in wait
And my silence further leads onto
Yet more inevitable tortured mistakes
Every time I heard her cry
I would come barreling down the stairs
ready to square up to him,
both of us fuming on the edge of a fight.
As a child when you have yet to experience
the infinite pettiness of relationships,
right and wrong both have their pitfalls.
Parents had their cat and mouse games.
Father was a good man made weak,
worn out by doing the best he could.
Their battles were a joust,
their fighting had rules of engagement,
indistinct battle lines,
hard for a boy to figure out.
Boys and their mothers also have rules,
they agree to die for each other,
but how and when are never discussed.
Every time I heard my mother cry
I would come barreling down the stairs
to square up to my father,
both of us fuming on the edge of a fight.
As a child when you have yet to experience
the intricate petty traumas of a relationship.
The world is clear-cut, not a puzzle of pitfalls
where you must grapple with the right light
the way you would pull up a kitten
from a well.
Mother was no kitten, and a boy cannot save
a woman who plays cat and mouse games.
Father was a good man made weak,
worn out by doing the best he could.
Their battles were a joust,
their fighting had rules of engagement.
Boys and their mothers also have rules,
they agree to die for each other,
even when there is so very little to die for.
Deceit is carefully painted
by how the painter holds their brush
Arrogance will be their downfall
and their ego will be crushed
Hate is driven by jealousy
as they covet thy neighbor’s goods
Quick retreat is shown to all
as they scatter deep into the woods
Many ignore the rules of engagement
as they cast bricks, more lies and stones
They threaten our way of life
a new path they must be shown
The canvas displays their intentions
whether they’re peaceful or whether they’re not
Looks can be deceiving with a skillful painter’s touch
beware of all the colors and the image that they’ve wrought
For tonight
celebrating 163 birthdays
among the three of me,
my husband,
and oldest son's May birthdays
within four days of each other
For tonight
unestranged,
and, if we each prefer,
for the remainder of our lives
more together,
less apart
We are here to understand
and express appreciation
for and with each other,
not to fix anyone's misunderstandings
or positions
or perspective
or ignorance
or sin
against God
or Country
or common sense,
or love for each other,
or all of the above.
That way,
if we get confused
about which of these
White God
Red v Blue country
or common sense
Pillars of economic and political wisdom
we have so shamefully violated,
It doesn't matter
because we're not going to try
to understand Othering tonight
And, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our co-invested lives
more together,
less apart.
If you want feedback
about Past or Future You,
please ask
Because, for tonight,
we are here together
to hear how you are feeling now
about appreciating abundant you
as you are
And about appreciating us
as we are
And any memories of our past
we can revisit
with full integrity
appreciating you
as part of us--
your Me
as our interwoven We.
So, if you want feedback
about how and what you are doing
and not doing,
about who you are becoming
or not becoming,
you will have to ask.
If you get feedback
you cannot appreciate,
at least as yet,
Please, let's help remind each other,
calmly and kindly,
that giving unsolicited feedback,
including how to solve your stupid problems
for you,
violates our rules for tonight
and, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our lives,
more together,
less apart.
These rules apply to you,
about yourself,
and about us,
and include me,
about me,
and about us.
I invite your kind
and calm reminder,
and my own
this night to appreciate
and celebrate who I am
as I am
and who you are
as we are
compassionately co-invested
Without judging ourselves
or Others
Without shaming ourselves
or blaming Others
for what we have failed to understand
and to express co-passionately,
To water our flowers
and rewarm our best days,
and not feed the cold dead weeds
of our worst days
before this our night
more together,
less apart.
Boys sprawled on the floor
intent on setting up their army men
The floor cold and inviting
The stare of a teachers eye
The curve of her smile at common play
So there’s a movie, The Rules of Engagement
that is *the internal rules or directives
among military forces
ROE defines the circumstances
conditions, degrees and manner
in which the use of force
or actions
which might be construed, as provocative
may be applied*
so I innocently ask a question kids
have no business understanding
nor have an answer for, nor
for that matter do I have
a comprehensive understanding
of statement
but I ask anyway
because such flops
often come into my brain
and out of my patootie
What are your rules of engagement?
Just then a grandfather leans into my ear
You want to know what the rules of engagement are?
You get that son of a b***ch, before he gets you!
He goes on to tell me he’s reading
Tea with Terrorists
and says you don’t
I think by then I had fallen off my chair
and was lined up with the army men
2/5/2021
Based on my true story!
*Between asterisks, definition obtained from wikipedia