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Snow seated where flowers chatted with wind
Snow of deep breath and frozen grey laughter
Dance of my life absolutely unhinged
Futile search for the whole finished chapter
We had planned for making a long river
Shadow spreading ever green trees on shores
When we would meet like two buoyant silvers
Flood of white foam bursting out in galore
Failed to make out what made you hesitant
One day put out glowing lovely candles
Did you feel some rhymes of mine irritant
Or in the wind did you hear some scandal
Maddened my hands reach out to vacuum
All waves are lost leaving for me just scum
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29/8/2016
Conscience, thank you for keeping us honest, for helping us from being dishonest.
Conscience, we hear you well, we did all of our chores and plan on acting swell.
Conscience, we felt bad when we knew our friends were acting like a low-life scum, we had to come to terms that they lacked remorse and truth in their conscience.
Conscience, thanks for always pushing us, for leading us to act like humans, for never giving up on the ones that you think are worth it.
Conscience, we will work each day to keep ourselves clear of any bad acts, and make ourselves have a clear conscience.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
A most terrible thing that brings me to tears, attacking my innermost soul
Is the only time I ever feel that I could lose control
It is when a human being injures or harms an innocent animal
Who are these wicked evildoers, for what they have done is unbearable
For animals show unconditional love to anyone they maybe with
Such beautiful souls are sent from above, true love they will always give
It rips me apart, almost breaking my heart, when I read of such evil atrocities
I am so full of anger, feel physical pain, so helpless I feel I am going insane
These creatures should not be called human, for they are the Devil incarnate
I would lock them away for eternity, they do not deserve life, so incarcerate
But deep down inside I’m a pacifist, finding anger and rage so draining
As I visualize cruelty these morons have done, tears fall from my eyes as if raining
In an ideal world these evil scum must be punished and their freedom taken
As they rot in jail, will goodness prevail, as their conscience begins to awaken
Can they express shame, regret or remorse, for the terrible acts they committed
Could they be forgiven for the cruelty and pain on those innocent souls they inflicted
But even then, they must never again have access to all nature’s creatures
Must live their lives being supervised, in a place where only kindness features
Written1st January 2019
Competition: My Loudest Feelings
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
2nd place
Standard Contest 545
Sponsor: Brian Strand
...He spotted Jones, and three other rough men,
digging at the ground beneath a large spruce.
Jones was grousing, “I know it’s buried somewhere,
if if it’s not here, I’ll beat it out of that youth!”
It was them Elias spurred his horse on,
emerging from behind a smallish grove,
they all spun and saw him, pistols ready,
said Elias, “I had wondered…now I know.
“Why a criminal could care much for me,
they say there is no honor among thieves,
you didn’t care for you old pardner’s son,
you just though that I might have what you need.”
Trigger Jones stood up with a vicious grin,
said,” Well god damn, if took you long enough.
Who would’ve thought the preacher would buy the land
where old Kerwin used to hide all his stuff.
“I’d hoped you could tell me, show us the loot,
that’s why I bothered toying with your head,
but I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way,
if you know, speak, or I’ll shoot you dead.”
Elias just laughed, “I would never help you
even if I knew, don’t you understand?
You call me Kerwin, but my name is Jensen,
my father raised me an honorable man.”
Jones just said and said, “Well ain’t you a daisy.
I guess you’ll die a stone’s throw from your home.”
Elias just smirked back, said, “Do you think
I was fool enough to ride out on my own?”
At these words six others rode into view,
surrounding Jones and all his bandit scum,
the sheriff led them, six shooter in hand,
barked, “You all throw up your hands, or you’re done.”
Jones looked like he might make trouble for them,
but around him his men threw up their arms,
and the old crook realized there was no escape,
he dropped his pistol, saved himself from harm.
There were rewards on all the bandit’s head,
the sheriff rode off quite happy that day.
Elias rode back to his home relieved,
no longer could anyone doubt his ways.
For all the past, his temper, his worries,
none could ever now doubt he had honor,
he wasn’t bound by a bandit long dead,
and now could live the life that he deserved.
...Yet there is another reason that some
desire to diminish what is true,
those who hate truth because they are afraid
that it might limit what they can go do.
Whether it be a Hollywood pedo,
or that gangbanger out walking the street,
or the Epsteins with their private islands,
decadent scum who think they’re ‘elite...’
These people love the post-modern ethos,
deny the truth of moral absolutes,
that way they don’t even have to feel bad
about the evil things they do to you.
They want to experience what most call sin
without being bothered by pesky guilt,
if they lie and say there’s no right or wrong,
then it matters not if they rape or kill.
They’ll even try to make others think this,
“It’s just how sausage gets made,”they will say,
but the truth is that they’re all predators,
seeking to groom a more compliant prey.
Objective truth is anathema to them,
so they will wed sophistry to their lies
to convince you that it’s ‘sophisticated’
to sit on back and let your morals die.
Now I could recite the moral duty
that truth-telling imparts on all of us,
and I could cite the major religions
to show that truthfulness is part of God’s cause.
But I think I will take another tack,
and look at society as a whole,
to illustrate why truth is so vital,
and why denying it takes such a toll.
If you order something on the internet,
you take it as truth the parcel will come,
if you contract a man to build your home,
you take it as truth the work will be done.
If you walk down the streets you take as truth
that police are hunting criminals down,
honestly, if they didn’t, would you ever
even risk going down into a town?
If we did not have these expectations,
would we have civilization at all?
Truth is at the heart of trusting others,
without it we’d be heading for a fall.
Economic interaction won’t work
if it’s all lies and recriminations,
the post-moderns aren’t just damn dishonest,
they undermine all civilization!
It’s no coincidence things have gone bad
as we have seen the post-modern scum rise,
reject these people who diminish truth,
they endanger whole nations with their lies.
It is time to rise up against the scum in which we dwell
And clean up this ugly mess.
It is time to stand up for what is right
Not just think about it as some others might.
It is time to believe in ourselves not in others
for the truth lies within our hearts.
It is time to think of others for we are all an integral part
Interconnected with all living things.
It is time to help the needy they didn’t ask for their fare
It is time to stop the fighting and cherish life so dear.
It is time we lay down arms and live as God declared
Love one another, he said, As I have loved you.
Who doesn't dream of dashing knights, nobility and power?
Fortune, fame, and glory are the ornaments of the past.
What family would not trade the humble cottage for the tower?
To shed the wretched sackcloth and sleep in silk at last ...
But hear me now, you spineless scum, my fathers were all peasants!
German and Czech farmers without a hint of kingly clout.
Generations passed; they toiled in the presence,
of dark, and grime, and poverty, and cold, and fear, and doubt.
And like the age-old Ithacans, they managed to survive,
How are you not jealous of their simple, quiet strength?
While kings and queens were stationed so as to greatly thrive,
My fathers and my mothers had to travel o'er great length,
To continue my ragged family tree down to when I was born.
I kiss with pride the gnarled roots, to which my fate is sworn.
Written for Ancestral Roots contest, sponsored by John Hamilton
The betrayal that proved some families are scum
No shred of honesty what have they become
Proof family only means dna
The like to hold power come what may
My sister was an alcoholic
Daddy’s little girl, a favourite topic
In her 60s lived with daddy
Made everyone else look the baddie
Craved the attention
Always the subject of tension
She knew how to be cruel
Lots of arguments to fuel
Her own kids had enough
One moved to France because she was rough
They other stayed away for peace
Visits to them decrease
A toxic personality
A break from reality
Not a care who she hurt
Doesn’t mean she got her just desert
She was so consumed
The only outcome was to be doomed
She and another gave daddy a choice
He abandoned me and rejoiced
Then daddy got sick and she was alone
Her support now unknown
This was her own reckoning
Her own body weakening
Starved of nutrients
Filled with alcohol her body’s pollutant
One night she died alone
Not found for days hard as stone
I found out five weeks later
Siblings thought they were greater
Than to pick up the phone
Instead the doubled down and disown
Less than 2 weeks later old man passed
Only then I asked
Why did they not tell me
All three of them agree
They tried to gaslight me it was my fault they couldn’t tell me
A voice lined with lies and glee
The answer is clear
They wanted me to disappear
They didn’t want questions
They didn’t want someone to call out their intentions
It’s obvious they manipulated
Convinced themselves I should be eliminated
As I would fight for what’s right
And not let history be wiped
They wanted inheritance for themselves
What they did deserves the cells
What they did was pure cruelty
Their actions don’t fool me
Their betrayal hurt something deep inside
But the truth they cannot hide
They proved to be evil and sick
Their actions try to trick
Narcissistic monsters
Live among us
I have ants like Easter eggs lost in the grass.
Feeling the wasp nest in my neck like a mass.
I bellowed because my head has no chance.
Like grasshoppers who can’t prance.
I belong because I am a basement floor.
Who gets cracks in it like a burning core.
I belong like spiders sipping on the harmful dust.
Hurts like sandpaper we can’t trust.
But I belong because I am like Saturn.
That rusty, reddish pattern.
Head musty like decisions.
No kind of revisions.
Shocking.
Spiderwebs interlocking.
Belonging isn’t always kind to me.
I still am a glob in the sea.
Soap scum come to fruition.
I was just wistful fishin’.
In opulence, you dwelled, with wealth's endearing might
Gifts rained upon me, a gesture of your fleeting light
Thoughtful, you seemed, in moments of tender reprieve
Yet, when our bond broke, your words became a venomous deceive
You branded me an opportunist, with lips that scorned
Now I discern the truth, that love was never born
For love can't be bought, nor sold like merchandise in store
The heart that barters love, is one that's lost forevermore
Perhaps you felt pity's sting, or remorse's hollow refrain
But your words, they cut deep, like a dagger's fatal strain
You vilify me now, with labels of scorn and disdain
A rotten scum, an enemy, with no love to reclaim
What did I do, dear heart, to deserve this fate?
I loved you with abandon, with every fiber and every state
But you, with your learned pride, looked down upon my name
Education's pedestal, became the throne of your shame
I chose to liberate myself, from the chains that bound
I wouldn't spend my life, in a prison of the heart, unsound
Gifts didn't captivate me, it was your soul I adored
Your essence, your heart, your love, I yearned for, and nothing more
In fervent prayer, I pleaded, on bended knees, for you to see
The love that we once shared, in all its purity
But now I know, that wasn't love, that drove you to my side
It was a masquerade, a charade, where love was never the guide.