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We have reached the base of the Idol
where the iron is now mixed with clay
a kingdom broken and fractured
its lack of strength in full display
There can never be any cohesion
of elements weak and debased
governments and religions so splintered
where virtue and truth is erased
Oh senate of Rome you still rule here
and golden coins her decisions make
the amalgamations of your religions
continue the confusion you create
Your churches fictions were born in Persia
and your idols birth from Egypt took root
from Greece and Rome your philosophy
and senators who lie for money your offshoot
The former fools of the court now staged
the drunken revelry of Greece and Rome
highly paid keep your citizens engaged
is the takeout they dine on at home
History now accurately documents your error
the scribes no longer paid to hide your sin
but every truth has been now recorded
into the book of time not held by men
Men live as though
no record to their life exists
that every reflection of our minds and thought
and of our bodies
not in time encased
They seem as quickly to forget
the place where all exist
in where ever is the book
of time and space consist
Our inheritance millennia's of lies
the table of the world of thought
it has twisted the aim of the target
until our own destruction will have it brought
Tis the net and web that seeks to catch us
the bait is saturated with wine and song
a cup full drunk with its inebriation
until you cannot see what's right from wrong
Every conception in time has given birth
to the ideology that has taken root in man
it has grown into the tree that has not worth
and its branches to be burned and condemned
Men lavish praise on their idols
for the trophies and the titles to win
but if it is self service that you are seeking
the table that's spread will in death end
sources , Daniel
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
An office is entrusted,
not owned.
It exists to shield the powerless,
not to comfort the powerful.
When the law bows to wealth,
justice becomes decoration.
For power without virtue
is only permission to harm.
A guardian who defends the guilty
learns too late
that titles do not cleanse the soul.
The cries of women
do not vanish in silence.
They wait.
The suffering of children
does not expire with time.
It records names.
Authority is not measured
by loyalty to power,
but by courage to oppose it.
History does not ask
why one complied.
It only notes
that one did.
To abandon conscience
for position
is to lose both.
And now the people ask—
not in anger,
but in grief—
Do you possess the weight
this office demands?
A title cannot confer honor
where conscience is absent.
So the question lingers,
heavy as history itself:
Are you fit to guard the law,
when the law needed guarding
from you?
And when memory speaks,
it speaks without mercy.
Not as accusation—
but as fact.
Window cleaning is my trade and I want to tell my story
Like the time I saw the Vicars wife in the bath in all her glory
Or when I saw the Vicar tied up, I thought there'd been a slaying
I called the police but it turned out, t'was a game that they were playing.
And Mrs Smith from two doors down, well she is kind of hot
Always leaves big gaps in her drapes just to show me what she's got
Next door to her a stripper lives, well she just doesn't care
She walks around as I try to clean and yes she's totally bare.
Then across from her a nymphomaniac lives, she's always wanting more
Whenever I call to clean her glass there's men queueing at her door
I always cringe when I knock her door to ask her for my money
She always offers payment in flesh; winks and calls me honey.
Next door to her is 'Dirty Pete' watches movies all day long
Not Hollywood films you understand but titles like King Dong
Well I'm no prude each to his own but quadrophonic sound!
The first time that he blasted it, I fell off my ladder to the ground.
Round the corner is Jim and Sue, she always calls me handsome
I heard it from the man next door they want me for a threesome
Well maybe to some weirdy folk, it is their fantasy
Not my thing I assure you 'cos she is eighty three.
The sorority house I'd leave till last ' cos I found it hard to cope
They always leave the windows ajar to let out the fumes of dope
Then the world around me, would turn colourful and bright
My eyes would see some very strange things and I'd fly high as a kite.
See that's what I have to endure, to make an honest living
I never tell my wife you know, she'd be so unforgiving
When I get home she always asks, "Darling how was your day?"
I tell her each time same old same old, but it helps me pay my way.
Written on the 8th November 2020
Former champions (World Heavyweight and Tag Team champions)
were managed by manager Solfege Virtuoso. Trying to regain
their now lossed titles
the manger withdrew them from contention
and disallowed their return match clauses.
He fired them and replaced them with new members in his stable.
He told his former proteges that they had" fell off the Horse and the
saddle had been refitted for someone who understood what winning was all about!"
He bough in "The Hoss" Barrence Gonzales
and "the Ox" Jigero BluBarb( " Ox of Oaxaca") who
were former champions in three different organizations.
Their reputations preceded them, they
were guaranteed a title match and so was the guy who was
to defeat the World Champion upon
he first match and title opp,
in this new to him organization.
The introduction of " Lavender" Capucine Ferreira bough a quietness
across the arena and it was the beganning of the end of
the current worlds champions reign.
The promoter were said to have agreed to the managers terms
only at lunchtime the day of the
television taping. Minuet Dancer the representative of
the organization spoke of A new Narrative or a Climax to
a great story". They named the show
" Fate,and Fear, ". The managers dealing bought a new since
of change
to an organization who had a championship wrestler who worked tirerestly to promote
his style of wrestling, to be defeated by a showmen who enjoyed wrestling
and could out wrest nearly any one on the chart. This only prompted the former champions
and the now fired member to unite and recreate their selves and there approach.
They sought the wisdom of Ruggero Doolins, a manager who
had been a color commentator. They wore masks and got evening jobs .
Know one thought they were who they were
after all those guys worked for another company.
Today is a very special day in my contented life.
I've been married 58 years to the very same wife!
I reckon some folks think that incredible in this day and age,
'Specially since fleeting relationships seem to be all the rage!
At Perrin Air Force Base in Texas was where we were hitched.
From that blissful day 'til now my life has been enriched!
We've had our share of laughter, tears and the vicissitudes of life,
But we vowed we'd always see it through as caring man and wife!
We were blessed with three precious kids who brought us so much joy,
Though we were saddened at the loss of Mark, our darling baby boy.
We were further blessed with 6 grandkids and 3 greats who bring us pleasure.
Though I possess little of this world's pelf, I consider each of them my treasure!
My dear Vera was so supportive as I pursued my military career.
She served her nation as well as we moved about this wonderous sphere!
Looking forward to the next assignment, she was always full of cheer.
Lord knows I couldn't have done it without her - she was always near!
I've been honored with many laurels, titles and certificates to be had,
But the titles I cherish the most are husband, grandfather and dad!
When I reach the end of the trail and will have completed my earthly quest,
With my very last breath I can thankfully say, I was truly, truly blessed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© 12 October 2010 All Rights Reserved
On a passing cloud there floats a dream
A silent prayer
The shape of bittersweet
Solitude by the reverie
Without a string
In the dead of night
Overlapping universes
By the water's edge
How sweet it is
Borrowed bits of spirituality
Dreams are made of this
Mother Earth, my mortal muse
Matters of the heart
Music of my youth
Where have the years gone
When I close my eyes
Riding out the thunder storm
I dream a day I dream a night
However many
Time won’t wait
What if later never comes
Forever eternally
Infinity is now
A sun that never sets
(each line is a title of one of my poems)
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 8, 2019 for contest COLLABORATION OF YOUR TITLES sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 2ND
Flying high,
I am a poet
stepping through time;
captured
into the light.
Come find me...
come dance with me
full circle
on horizon's edge;
above and below
here and beyond
into the blue.
Like parallel dimensions...
a grand design.
See, feel and embrace
gems of reality:
metamorphosis
heavenly symphony
cosmic tune.
Where are you earth?
Just a thin blue ribbon.
Element of earth,
pendulum, of time and space;
night sky
galactic soup
nothingness.
But oh, my fear,
we rulers of the earth,
as we look to the sky;
the relativity of beyond,
flying high.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Best Titles
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged 06/19/2017
Poem composed with each line being
the title of another poem I wrote.
About some poem titles, I'm a little vexed
If a poem is posted, isn't it already in text?
I don't understand why it's being included
in a LONG title when it should be excluded.
Some titles take up six lines or even more
removing other poems that fall to the floor.
Is it reasonable to ask that titles be shorter?
Your opinion, if you're opposed or supporter.
I've missed poems that I would like to read because they're driven off the listing page by titles that take so many lines. Please be cognizant of the amount of space taken from others when adding information to a title that could be included as a footnote.
On this and in many occasions
We've seen him proudly display
His titles along side of his
World Championship.
Tonight he enters the ring a
Battered and Bruised man.
Allowing a non contender to
Best him, and then again being
defeated by the number one
Contender. He was battered and
bruised by the two and took the microphone
In front of an unsatisfied crowd saying it's
Obvious you all don't like me To then have
a guy who has been an upright official come in
To help him after the brawl, to pummel your
Worlds Champion who refuse any help, he wanted
To do it his self
On the gurney microphone in hand he began singing
" I saw it in her smile" to wild the bunch, he got a loud
Standing ovation, to his and the fans delight .
Tonight the Champion enters as the underdog.I have
Been told they have the video ready waiting for it to
Become official. It's believed this is the champions night
To be defeated. He is out muscled, he is out gamed, he is
Injured and wrestling in pain He can't be disqualified or counted out.
Past champions have called for him to forfeit the title and try to reclaim
It in a "rubber match" if you will, or use the series stipulation to have
him who would be champion to commit to a continuous seven series
Where the odds would be in his favored. His opponent can out wrestle him
On his best days and tonight, they say only a fool would go in
Not thinking about himself.
" I saw it in her smile
The look upon her face"
These the lyrics we have heard all evening, we just wanna know if she can dance!
Against de Slate
Reporting
ORIGINALLY POSTED ON 5/19 and now there is a contest using this form. MY POEM IS NOT FOR THAT CONTEST.
It was created using ONLY the titles of poems I've written. Many of them were posted on PS, but not all of them appear here. No grammatical articles of speech were used.
I danced in the rain on silver wings
our whispered words,
"Make me the reason you breathe"
Whispers dried on the vine
whetted with deception,
branded by flames
disillusioned with love
we turned our backs on forever
Dark sombre nights, my heart cried
tears in the moonlight
while sunlight sleeps
Alone in my grief, a soul depraved
layer upon layer, shoveled from the grave
Night rituals
no escape from the pain
night visits to a vile place
darkness in starlight's bloom
emotionally naked when forever is severed
Heartache wears a face of woe
Memories linger, wistful memories
Drowned in passion, with remorse
Farewell to our yesterdays
Treacherous Heart!
Human imperfections...mortality
Outracing death, an uninvited guest
Shadow of my lover
Love's tragic death
In darkness I dwell
in crypt hued grey
in shrouds of silk
Weep not for withered petals
sing no canticle for me
For love I have died