Long Stalemate Poems
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"Stalemate"
Words mean nothing
to me when the
sky is sucked out
from the lungs
of people
dying daily
where do I
put my love
when cities
are dying
lucid writing disappears
vacant, lost, dead
war orphans
stolen children
the beautiful
innocence torn
to pieces, parents
buried bloody
Stalemate
tear stained
souls stand up
fierce ghosts
arms holding guns
praying their
beautiful poems
glory
like a river runs
all my stories
are empty
lines of
murderous
crows
black shadows
sentences
locked
bullets
shoot the full stops
stalemate
waiting
in the
impossible place
another
Progressive Bloc
manifesting amnesty
watching
the sky fall
under
mushroom clouds
on a strange
new world
standing still
stalling for time
to kill
the venomous
monster
demon tsar
Voldemort
the devil sits aloof
playing chess
with his insanity
back to the wall
alone in his
frozen friendless
Kremlin
he’s a cowboy
when he’s triggered
standing still
stalling for time
watching
the sky fall
under
mushroom clouds
on a strange
new world
waiting
for Morning Star
to show his face
in a smoke filled
blue sky haze
riding bareback cavalry
he’s a cowboy
when he’s triggered
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"My Love" / Florence & the Machine
https://youtu.be/cJmXCP5ErJQ
"I was always able to write my way out
Song always made sense to me
Now I find that when I look down
Every page is empty
There is nothing to describe
Except the moon still bright
against the worrying sky ..."
LYRICS/ "My Love", Florence & the Machine
https://genius.com/Florence-the-machine-my-love-lyrics
We became blind to His love for us
Failing to honor Him in our worship
His choices now offend us
And our offerings now offend Him
Our hearts refuse to take Him in
So, we go through the motions
For the appearance of respectability
We are hypocrites
Asking Him for His blessing
While dishonoring His name
We have turned back from following Him
Our speech becomes ever more sinful
Showing partiality in His instructions
Showing lack of influence by the Spirit
We are disillusioned
Accusing Him of injustice
Because the wicked are prospering
While our own service to Him is unprofitable
So, we withhold from Him
And become more self-assertive
Dealing treacherously with each other
We are lacking spiritual kinship
Yet, it's because of His justice
We still have space to repent
To return to Him and regain His blessing
To avoid the curse and coming judgment
He will send Elijah before that Day
To break the stalemate
Tightly closed and bolted locks held
the pack back from holding where it stood,
baying, howling at the moon like wormwood;
a curdling cry screeching at its fullness
casting lit shadowy haunts
orange red blood glow that taunts;
an immense and eerie specter of the night scape
drew the pack that gathered at the gate
a far distant position of confrontational stalemate;
lost to the wilderness that once was
relegated in progress and time
with freedom of the moon left to find.
For Wolves and the Moon contest 8/13/18
Morning stands up like giant in front of me, and the dogs are running like wild goose in the street, the sun is out in full force and the trees are waving in the breeze without a doubt, nothing dynamics is happening, and I feel the hunger for a good rhythm; families are torn apart and the children are left scrambling in the dark. I have searched high and low for another song to sing, but I just could not find the right rhythm.
I sat over the keyboard all night, but my imagination puts up a stubborn fight; and so I took a walk in the pitch black night, and alas the universe was asleep, and for the first time I could feel my spirit weep, for the souls trapped in the deep dying to get out, so they roam the open ground and wander around the fountain in the city, trying to make the world happy. But one man in his time must change the plan and go all the way out in the land and when the dialogue won’t do, the bullets and the guns will see you through.
You have one foot in and one foot out, but you must clear away all the doubt; you must storm the earth by surprise and evoke the living and the dead sacrifice. There is no more time to play around, and you must turn the galaxy around; there is no crown or big gowns waiting for you and nice words cannot do. You must change the plan to move along on the land. The British have the best sea men, and you must work with them to get the operation to heaven.
The global economy is feeling the strain, and you must take precise actions to end the naval games. You have to go all the way in and commit an abominable sin. There comes a time when the plates must turn down, so that the universe can move around.
Many more will die and many more will have to cry, many more will live in the street, until the mission is complete. If negotiation doesn't work, you have to get the bulldozer and start digging up dirt. The situation room is waiting for you, and the general will tell you wat to do.
You must end the stalemate and crush the head of the snake that is lurking around the gate. Open the gate and pour out the sour wine and nature will thrust them to their knees, and the mission will abruptly complete.
Open the canal and let the static water flow.
---Sucker Moon---------------------------Phlox subulata------------------------------------moss phlox----
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------@---------------------------------------------------------Brokering a deal to end a war involves a complex, multi-stage process of diplomacy, often facilitated by a neutral third party (mediator) to resolve conflict. Success typically requires a "mutually hurting stalemate" where both sides realize they cannot win through fighting alone-------
A "mutaully hurting Stalemate"
using a thrid party to end conflicts or resolve conflicts
to realized that fighting could not solve the conflict alone.
a process of diplomacy would have to be used to obtain
a realistic goal. Teaching and learning in a manner of
resolving issue. Removing some of the edges to smooth out
the rough spots. To which purpose might be neither at least
the understanding of why the issue exists and why it it is debated.
brokering a deal to at least calm hostilities can be a groundbreaking
process toward peace.
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lay
aside
their arms .. for ~
just one silent
night
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Light up the Lanterne
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
19/05/25
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The Christmas Armistice of 1914:
World War I on the Western Front had settled into stalemate. On Christmas Eve, soldiers from both sides spontaneously began singing carols - mainly "Silent Night" and "O Come, All Ye Faithful", in German, English, and Latin - which led to calls for a temporary truce. In many areas, the fighting stopped, and soldiers ventured out of their trenches.
This area between became a place of exchange of food, cigarettes, buttons, and even family photographs. Some accounts do mention soldiers kicking a ball around in "no man's land".
In the words of the 12th Doctor: "It never happened again, any war, anywhere. But for one day, one Christmas, a very long time ago, everyone just put down their weapons and started to sing".
The knight in the night fighting off the darkness
A battle to the ultimate submission
Swords aim to cut the opposition deeply
No words spoken, very little transmission
A fierce competition between unafraid warriors
Quitting is not an option for the brave at heart
One on one, the fight seeks no promotion
Darkness proclaimed victory from the very start
Constant banging of weaponry with no signs of stalemate
Dread is on the side of darkness, light resides in the knight
The faith of the world in the balance of two entities
This is what it has come down to, a scurmish, a street fight
There is no trace of them on face book,
No matter how hard you look,
It is no better,
To go on Twitter,
And you would not want to be talked in,
To having a debate on LinkedIn.
Letters to the Editor are now,
Just for show,
At most meetings you are kicked out at nine,
Which leaves too short a time,
For the subject to define.
Table talk is all but gone,
And you would get more out of debating with a stone,
Doing it alone,
Is hard to condone.
And doing it on the phone,
Leaves one headache prone.
Soap boxes are no longer safe to stand on,
And politicians only debate when they have no legs to stand on,
As having principals is now frowned upon.
Schools still have them,
And my children did well in them,
Though the topics did not make sense to them,
Yet like me they found Toastmasters a good fit to them,
Until they outgrew them.
Occasionally we get to debate,
Which ends in a stalemate,
As one or the other disappears out the gate,
As emotions spoil the debate,
So we prefer to play Chess than end up in a state.
A weekly debate with a friend,
Gives me a small dividend,
And cheers me up no end,
Even though we are often on common ground,
The table we never pound,
And a winner is never found.
Yet I still lament,
The lack of fresh comment,
That could cement,
An outcome half decent,
In a world full of the incoherent,
That is in danger of a fast descent.
5/20/22
Does it ever satiate?
Let me elaborate
For the evening pouring up an 8
Starting to feel okay, now I'm straight
Until reality sets in and I'm awake
Ego and spirit starting to deflate
I'm not always in that great of a place
Meaning in life and my mind state
Changes to be made for my own sake
Since life's not always sweet like a slice of cake
It's a mystery or taking shape
People always taking off of other's plates
What a disgrace
Dangerous people put out bait
All over the place
Makes me irate
For being fake and a snake
Toss your body into a lake
Had it coming, but I'll still show up to the wake
Pay my condolences then exit through a gate
Y'all some lightweights
They say we relate to primates
Yet struggle to find a trace
Birds continuing to migrate
People concerned or no regard over carbohydrates
It was all there to take
Got to try if you want to have any stake
Or say in the matter, instead of always being late
Before you know it the chance will evaporate
Sometimes got to recalibrate
Not all can acclimate
Wounds healing well or beginning to granulate
Towards what they seek is where they'll gravitate
Often they over saturate
The cycle endlessly circulates
And permeates
Close to a stalemate
Started to contemplate
And concentrate
In order to dominate
As the masses congregate
Many just complicate
With a solemn face
A taste of your own medicine, how does it taste?
They can't relate or appreciate
Then have the nerve to state
Words that are offensive with a tone of hate
Sometimes I just need to escape
I'm never sober, give me a break
Had a hand in saving lives yet no cape
I need to elevate
Not celebrate
A peaceful end or a scene involved with yellow tape
How fast the years did clip and leap away,
till your Earth orbitz count ninety decades
+ uno journeys orbited around mister sun
encompassing metaphorical magnum opus
figuratively paginated bound compendium,
whereby chronology Boyce Brandon Harris
also known as papa san 'pon being drafted
his six foot 2 inch tiptop chiseled physique
(musculoskeletal frame shrunk) dada fought
the good fight one among many raw recruits
stationed south 38th parallel serving admins
Harry Truman, & Dwight David Eisenhower
bolstering strongman Syngman Rhee against
Kim Il-sung during 6/25, 1950 – 7/27, 1953
war (actually stalemate) whereby former and
latter controlled South and North Korean as
separate countries - father (soldier of fortune
(he art not yet in heaven, whatever Unitarian
equivalent would be) hoping to live at least
until Tuesday, November 3, 2020 to vote for
fightin Joe Biden, meanwhile Zayda to his 5
grandkids keeps low profile at Normandy
Farm Estates upscale retirement community
whose delicate health (i.e. congestive heart
failure) could (does) pose hardship visa vis
his immune system susceptible to microbes
(particularly strains) virile which could spell
death of beloved nonagenarian, whose dim
eyes sees approaching exit (stage door left)
out webbed wide world of living survivors.
Mayor presence be regaled as presents
courtesy second rate poetaster
born (only heir - hiss supple) while ye still
tread, albeit ably helped along with cane.
H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y