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The Skeptic,
With his torch and its light, which seems subdued
On my knowledge he will scorch with a true, which tends towards lying
And condemns me into dyeing in due course
The Scholars,
They tend to turn what could be true, into lies which best unlearned
And take the knowledge of the ages twisting it to empty pages,
only fit to burn
The People,
Oh how they follow, down their streets and in their churches,
only lead by something hollow, is it dead, staunchly waiting, cold and empty, calculating
This I pray not so.
The Masses,
Like stubborn asses, do not love, the one above, but keep crying while denying
that they killed The Peaceful Dove , and This bring them to disaster,
serving blindly, their evil Master
Form:
In dreams I do a thousand things
reality will not record:
a heroine of myriad tales
wielding Truth's divining sword;
a daring dragon slayer
riding tempestuous seas,
fighting for the poor and weak,
answering anxious pleas.
In dreams I do a thousand things:
I conquer the unknown;
I reign a queen in far off lands
upon a golden throne.
I judge between evil and good,
discerning wrong and right,
commander of a legion
campaigner for the light.
In dreams . . . but I must live on earth
and walk as all must walk,
wrestle with the winds of woe,
guard my thoughts, my talk.
I would be a pure protector
of the small ones and the meek,
accepting life's misfortunes;
my heart and conscience keep.
Perhaps the things I do in dreams
are not at all so grand,
perhaps my home is better
than a distant foreign strand.
It could be greater here to dwell
with loved ones staunchly stand;
walk life's pathway with my brother,
heart to heart, hand in hand.
Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson
Oh! The weary winter's gone,
The nature's green as spring is on
All others are under magic spell,
But thou are still so dull and staunch?
When the old gold bonds have long been shed,
When others are forth new clothing yet
When the nature's under beauty's veil,
Yet unlively thou in such sweet sale?
All trees are laden with cordial buds,
The wind is blowing with its softest thud
Flowers are blooming in the grace of dawn,
Still, you gloomy are in the same gown.
Gradually sets in the summer
With its tranquil triumph
And the jovial haughty nature
Tempts to tender yet splendid fun!
The radiant greens compliment the lushes,
The shining joyous morning yellow
The timid snow in the highlands vanquish
But your wrath staunchly never does glow.
Do you detest the grace around you
Or do you shield your cordial mirth
Or do you refrain from expensive attire,
Perhaps you have the same set of cloths.
Then come the affluent showers
With its mute strolling wind
And the jolly laden branches
Lunatically dance with a brisk.
And in the night the rainy fog
Seeps in like thieves in mob
And leaves its mark- the hazy dew
But that's hardly in luck for you.
In no time the shower's savage
The rambling winds turn into gale
The snobbery of nature breaks like glass
The jeweled beauty is lost, alas!
Again, the weary winter's on
But not as back the life's there
Beauty's lost, all vein is gone
But thou are same still as you were!
The divorced trees have shed their jewelry,
The vail vegetation has lost its greenery,
But among the green-lost nature's hue
Remaining same you give good fortune's blues!
That's how one must know to compare
From among vail beauty to lasting fair
Is real beauty a day's attraction,
Or is it something more than competition?
No matter what fact-
some movie told you that,
they preened and printed,
stole what fitted,
and then sold,
and said it thinned it in...
No matter how much fat,
no matter what they attack!
Some movie told you that,
the filter will stack-
the rivers will run into rags,
and then some movie told you that!
Own it girl!
Eat spasms and commit to the randoms because this is where they stand um!
Hold onto porridge like it's cold and in tandem!
I know I know what I just said,
but your society isn't red,
it's opportune to be a bed,
no boredom does not beget!
It spends-
every last trend,
every wonder in the bend,
and the eager,
staunchly sour to be in rent.
“The Shrimp Basket”
by Positive Mark
What warms your belly like a basket of shrimp?
Not only did you eat, but you went first class.
Sometimes the blessings go over our heads,
like the mind boggling dreams that we see in our beds.
To live in a place where no bombs are dropping is starting to feel like a novelty.
Adhering to xenophobic codes of life can result in the wrong type of polity.
So here’s where we stand.
We’re watching the news.
Two types of long beards are at war.
The prize of the battle’s a long swath of dirt that nobody should want anymore.
The mothers are crying. Their children are dying. Humanity’s bearing the scar.
The whole time, I’m chomping on baskets of shrimp, drinking cocktails in raucous sports bars.
A strange sort of guilt to inflict on one’s self,
but it’s realer than real all the same.
The nerve of me out here enjoying my life, while the Middle East goes up in flames.
Far be it for me to go question a faith, and believers should remain fastidious.
But it strikes me as strange, those who cripple and maim, are the ones who are staunchly religious.
The people who live in the holiest lands are the ones who are boiling in cauldrons.
Suppose we all chimed with “The Fire Next Time” by the the philosopher named James Baldwin.
I’ll sit back and watch, while they tally the dead. On a good day, I might shed a tear.
I just hope that the liquid that spills from my face doesn’t get in my shrimp
or my beer.
Love comes in many forms
is covered by many guises
sacrifices made are many
just for its glorious name
I have many loves in life
the love of early morning
as the sun peeks out
slowly rising to its zenith
Or the breeze rustling
stirring up the leaves
as if a sprite is hiding
and is shaking them
The moon with majesty
lighting our path
as it shines beaming
casting its silvery light
To be up high looking
out over the landscape
the patchwork fields
and small dots of cattle
The sheer beauty of the waterfall
as it cascades down laughing in joy
to join the lake sparkling bright
love of the startling beauty it creates
For the simple joy of just being alive
with people you love by your side
supporting you when they are needed
staunchly standing in your corner
For the love of oh so much
joy in everyday things
always being open
ready for new adventures
These things and so many more
are what makes life interesting
excitement over what is over the brow
of the love of each new challenge
Whilst at school, in the years gone by, when as a child,
Impish I was, and sprightly too, but not so sure of my mind;
Followed the old teacher’s dictum, “memorise by rote,
To succeed in life”, she said, so I got into the hard grind;
Truly, the best of my growing years, I had burned out,
Losing my sweet innocence in, fun filled frolic and play;
Coming of age, dilatorily, I realised, an axiom of life,
Nothing shall be gained, and everything lost, if I delay;
Deep in my heart, before college, I was so foolishly certain,
I was the one to have a broad, sentient, and an open mind;
Years of academic pursuit have scholastically conditioned me,
Graduate study promised the rainbow, but coloured me blind;
In the birth, infancy, and adolescence of a growing mind,
I thought, perceived, and believed everyone called me “blessed”;
Gathering my senses, from the stupor of failed endeavours,
I realised late, but for good, they had actually said “distressed”;
Rising from the ashes, determined in taking up a position,
I staunchly, believed in core integrity, and plumped for justice;
The grand old existing system, of bureaucracy, among others,
Taught me the principles I was proud of, now is my nemesis;
I know not, and care not, what predicaments and problems,
Might appear today, tomorrow, or the more distant future;
I shall forget the past unredeemed, and enjoy the present
Indescribable, nothing can dampen my exuberant nature.
mbfarookh ©
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
I had just heard the news the other day about those on murderers row
Now everyone has gotten a stay but no mention of the unborn though
Each murderer now protected by the state, a state who funds abortion
To you what does this indicate, to me it is that satan is having his run
A state that can't carry out justice but thrice, yet 2,562,791 unborn die
The unborn are paying the ultimate price and nobody is even asking why
Three in the last thirty eight years as even that has now been put on hold
But for the unborn there are no tears as the wicked have become so bold
Not even one convicted murderer a decade versus more like 800 thousand
And you don't see the blood in which they wade for you don't understand
Like wool being pulled right over your eyes knowing your every weakness
So in the end it won't be a big surprise that your part of this whole mess
Why is it so few can see while so many don't fight for the truly innocent
In finding so many to disagree in that every child has been Heaven sent
But maybe one more may come to know just seeing the numbers alone
Norma L. McCorvey /Jane Roe... surely such evil she couldn't have known
She kept her baby!
57,000,000 weren't as lucky
1973- ?
Today she is staunchly Pro-Life.
Are you an optimistic realist
or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
or a humanistic fatalist?
Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly narcissistic
yet is narcissistic necessarily artistic?
If nihilism goes ballistic
Are ballistics then nihilistic?
Calvinistic is never hedonistic
but might hedonistic become Calvinistic?
The theistic frown on the atheistic
yet the atheistic themselves were once theistic
The egoistic are not likely to be altruistic
but the altruistic may well be egoistic
Linguistics is so much more than dry statistics
yet statistics make or break theories of linguistics
The opportunistics are not naturally idealistic
but the idealistic must often be opportunistic
Can something simplistic be pluralistic
or something pluralistic be simplistic?
To be perfectly objectivistic
~ I am frankly rather pessimistic