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Total estimated casualties, including civilians and Taliban 171,000 to 174,000 all in the cause of a very dubious war, returning Afghanistan to what it was 20 years before, and abandoning some of those who helped and are now likely to be hunted down and executed.
This doesn’t include the injured, physically and mentally.
Is there any cause for any Politician to have any pride in this.
My dangerous journey starts,
No time to dawdle or tarry,
Just a few belongings, reduced
To what I can easily carry.
My life rolled up in a backpack
Slung from one shoulder,
My departure documents tightly
Clasped in a plastic folder.
Walking slowly up this gangway
Into the bowels of this plane
Twenty years of change and hope
After the Taliban’s harsh reign.
Goodbye sere mountainous land
Harsh, severe, it used to be mine,
It’s all behind me now as I sit
Lucky to be on this evacuation line.
Most of my life under occupation,
I can barely remember the Taliban,
A child when they left so I grew
Up in a very different Afghanistan.
A harsh and hasty decision made
Causing many to hesitate and grieve
Before taking the only real decision,
It’s time to pack up and leave.
A life of uncertainty in a new place
Heavens knows where it will be
Only one thing certainly known
We’ll have the status of refugee.
There’s a sense of fear and betrayal
As your occupation finally ends,
The clock starts to turn back as
Our New Dark Age truly descends. .
You have much to answer for
After such a long stay
Just to suddenly decide
To up and walk away.
As you retreat once again
Do you really expect
The rest of the world
To still treat you with respect.
If a man dies and leaves no sons why can't his daughters receive his property as well ?
So the 5 daughters of Zelophehad went to Moses and their concerns to him they did tell
Those five women walked in confidence stalwart, strong and upright
Those five daughters walked in confidence in the power and the presence of Christ
Why are women told to stay in their place and why are we viewed as less ?
We are also children of the most high God and yes we too are blessed
A double standard is what our male-dominated society has always perpetrated
But as women we only want to be treated as equal, respected and liberated
When stating our case we need to be concise and possess the spirit of clarity
While presenting our concerns with a calm sense of disparity
As women we need to be confident eventhough we might be scared
And our challenge is to remember that God gave us the spirit of no fear
As women we need to be bold and daunting with courage in our hearts
For we've been equipped with a faith that comes from trusting in The Lord God
As women we need to be countercultural when taking controversial positions
For its no popularity contest when it comes to changing status quo conditions
We are now women walking in confidence at any given hour
We are women walking with Christ trusting in His Resurrection power
So before you do anything in life, don't forget to pray
Bringing God into the midst just to hear what HE has to say
Women walking in confidence with clarity, courage and care
Women walking in confidence with godly power and the spirit of no fear
I am a time traveler,
I travel incognito,
I am immortal,
Have traveled worldwide,
From the beginning of time,
So this is no nursery rhyme!
I see your planets devastation,
My message,
Hope, peace and unity.
My home is a far away galaxy
Far out in space,
I am saddened looking down,
At your wanton destruction
Of the human race.
In my galaxy, we live in harmony,
There are no wars.
This is is my last visit,
So humans take serious note,
My successor unknown,
He or she could predict doom
There is no longer room,
To be complacent and passive.
Beware of the likes of Elon Musk,
Planet earth, gather your wits,
For now, and from herein,
More conspiracies and cyber tricks,
Will abound.
Wealth must be equally
Distributed, an absolute must
Power will become far more just,
Perhaps an illusion,
But a worthwhile
Goal and solution.
Let my words echo far and wide,
From one side of the planet
To the other side.
Let all have equal access
To health and medicine,
No discrimination against
Color, religion or social status,
Step back a few paces,
Look at your pollution,
You need to adopt firm resolution,
A beautiful, pristine planet earth.
Is littered with refuse,
Thrown from car windows
You have become a dumping site,
There is no escape,
To where would you take flight.
Neglecting your planet,
Affects climate and brings
About hazardous weather change,
You have but little time left,
You are destroying marine life,
Temperatures so high,
Seas are at boiling point,
Is it not time therefore, for
Humanity to address this issue,
Stop being so greedy, strive
For enough only,
Then your life
Globally, will change
For the better, but please
Understand, and hurry, for the first step.
Begins with you.
I pray my echo has been,
Heard loud and clear,
Start repairing your planet
Today, but I mean today,
And you will have nothing
To fear.
I now bid you farewell,
Change is the key,
I can see you are sad,
But must also tell,
For humanity one day to live well,
Please persevere,
So that history may retell.
Poetry competition Entry: Starman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tom Woody
Dated; 2024/11/17
Aye Writhed With Agony...
Unbeknownst to any
innocent onlooker, aye
underwent extreme internal
torture with silent cry
ying whimpers, whence,
(either left or
right) post-
pubescent myopic eye
didst readily espy,
an aesthetically pleasing female,
and most likely stunning
to any other generic guy
and suddenly rendered mute, NO...,
NOT even daring
enough to say "hi,"
which close proximity of sizzling
hot babe wrought me fancying
myself being whisked away
(in a one horse
open sleigh, despite
the remote possibility livingsocial
in Montgomery County,
Pennsylvania suburban) igloo
to be frozen
with fear, petrified lo'
while terror seized thee Oh No
bliss oblige emotional status quo
of much younger Matthew
Scott Harris head to toe
induced a deplorable woe
imaging other (prospective
obscured individuals) probably
considered yours truly
tubby unstrung mama's yoyo,
and at this present time feline
less in timid
dated noticing a sultry,
leggy, and foxy anatomical
and physiological arrest
ting, though such hypothetical chest
a coy gal, nonchalantly, innocently
with non verbal expressed
charm and demurely
posing as if intending
to serve as guest
of honor, nonetheless,
this brief illusory invest
ment, sans quasi
voyeuristic poetic, shrug jest
sheen, and imagistic distraction,
thy sole rhythmical
motif, since n'er nest
sold with any
purdy young thang begrudging
natural animalistic proclivity,
which absence young adult quest
ting, oh yea
definitely in apropos now,
yet...that self deprived
self discovery stage of life,
that "smarts" me psyche,
when clumsy teen
age dating experience,
a electric kool
aid acid (litmus) test
until twilight age
senescence doth wrest.
The moment lasted a while,
uncertain how long
Thunder and lightning
in wild confusion
- flashed with sabre rays
and powerful thunder sound
Interrupted by hail
first as peas - then tennis balls
Nature's curse,
brought the evil man closer
When all its elements convulse
trembling with disturbed power
acknowledges its status
On the horizon's edge
sun finally appeared
As traces of inscriptions
- beauty achieved
Funny how our close connection
Snapped, as your status changed
Little orphan Annie had to go
As your entourage began to arrange
...your associates
It was so easy for you to ask
A friend like me to serve your mission
A consolation prize at the end
For spending limited resources on your vision
...to fix the unacceptable
How can you show up again
In a place where the orphans gain a home
No amount of degrees or wisdom
Can take away the fact of alone
...in the quagmire of abuse
So many hours of shared views
I was sure we had like-minded hearts
But it is so obvious you moved past
All the years of being apart
...without initiative for contact
Now that I'm out and running the rainbow
I can see the underside of the grid
You are my ain't of what LOVE is
Part of all the pain that had to rid
...lies and lack
To that, I say Thanks!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-09-2022
If I weren't afraid I'd still turn the lights on to keep the closet monster on his toes. I'd dangle my feet teasing the gremlin "hiding" under my bed. If I weren't afraid I'd throw off my covers and go investigate that noise down the hall. My feet whispering on the carpet my eyes adjusting to the shadows. If I weren't afraid I'd wear my bravery like a shield. My hand resolutely turning the knob slowly opening the guest bedroom door. This is where my imagination fails me the fear of the unknown freezing my synapses reminding me that I am indeed still afraid. But with no other option and no brave knight to save me. I allow no room for errant thoughts nor do I heed the thousand butterflies that have taken flight in my belly. My blankets are flung to the floor as i march determinedly down the hall. No whispering feet this time the silent approach not at all my style
I forcefully push the demon door and with a very loud bang it crashes into the wall I search desperately for a weapon so that I might stand my ground against this deadly intruder. A movement out of the corner of my eye. A scream begins to build a suffocating bubble in my chest. Sassy. Really. With a mouse in her mouth no less. I want to kiss and throttle her all at the same time. I choose the kiss and a congratulations before heading back to bed. Self deprecating humor causing me to laugh out loud. My crazy b#%&* status cemented for now. For it was not courage or bravery that had me marching into terrors unknown. But my damning curiosity that will one day most definitely get me killed.
Facts now have alternatives to fortify an elite’s status
Truth has lost its authority
Principles abandoned as minds become amorous to like-minds
Intellectual treachery
Corporations have frozen the status quo
Arrested ideology
Anti-capitalism is pretentious and treasonous
Distrust the politics, kill the new entry
Religion is a sanctuary of poverty walled by tyrants
Machiavellian weaponry
A cloaked politician claims anointment from God
Blind flock in an amen chantry
Jesus misunderstood for good for life is good
Yield to Caesar with slavery
Every system wants a piece of your livelihood
Patriotic puppetry
They invade privacy with dosages of conformism
Online artillery
I am an armoured guerilla in a humanism suicide vest
Blowing up the system
From many connoisseurs, it has drawn mighty cheers.
This has earned the title of “The King of Beers”.
Drinkers have enjoyed its tasted for many years.
In numerous places, this beer is number one.
The flavorful brew has been rated second to none.
Where quality is concerned, it has established the benchmark.
A team of Clydesdale horses remains its trademark.
The company’s history is long and glorious.
The corporate headquarters is located in St. Louis.
Even during the brief period of prohibition,
the firm had never relinquished its top position.
Its status as an American beer is now in doubt.
To a Belgian company, they sold themselves out.
Socked and winded unconscious checking account...
(alternatively named last poetic endeavor for 2019
issuing out cerebral petrified complex edifice fount
wobbling as hood winking ornament mount).
Speedily rushed to intensive care unit
courtesy Brinks armored truck
Citizens Bank emergency crew
monied staff got no luck
after electronic wires connected
vital signs needle painfully stuck
showed absolute zero change
according to Huck
Finn - whose hushed tones
only audible and
understandable to famed,
feted, and fistbumped woodchuck
Punxsutawney Phil, his
off season gig include sporting
as security detail retired formerly
legendary ice hockey player
pearly whites doubled as stick
indestructible teeth hard
as steel no matter
smacked hard with puck.
Aforementioned metaphorical
add verse city
totally (tubular) ludicrous ditty
predicated upon itty bitty
financial resources faintly analogous to
meek and bumbling man
named Walter Mitty
me haint one to wallow and seek pity
only trying to buck up spirits
(think) lamely trying tubby witty.
Dirt poor penniless Joe Schmoe
more times than not finds
himself steeped within financial woe
linkedin to 2009 Hyundai Sonata toe
tilly, regularly, predictably... status quo,
one major malfunction after another no
way could adequate funds
be scraped together for I know
newer pre owned vehicle
would be dogsend,
versus panhandling hobo,
who scratches out lame poetry ergo
not long past me prime,
still able, eager, ready and
willing to secure a bow,
and make an arrow escape,
perhaps within eco
friendly intentional community,
where resources shared
among pseudo family
rather than scrimp and scrape
alone along boulevard
of broken dreams
loathing begging for alms
as arms loosely drape
analogous to overripe grape
cluster hanging toward the ground.