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YOU TAUGHT ME
You taught me the difference,
Twixt right and wrong,
And helped me to find,
Where I truly belong.
You taught me that honor,
Love and respect,
Is much more important,
Than casual sex.
You taught me to earn,
The things that I own,
To take pride in a job,
Well done on my own.
You taught me to smile,
When I found no reason;
You taught me to laugh,
In spite of the treason,
That I had experienced,
In life's cold, hard school,
Feeling abused,
And used as a tool.
You gave me confidence,
In a world of confusion,
And though there were times,
I'd resent your intrusion,
I just want to say,
That I'm glad you were there,
Each time that I stumbled,
To show me you care.
Judy Ball
Even though they don't appreciate it when they're growing up, when they have kids
of their own they always come back and say thanks.
Mine did.
Thanks to you Sherry for saying it.
It means a lot.
For The Right Time Contest by Michael J. Falotico
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
I hear it friend! Don’t you?
But I’ve heard that sound before
When Legion screamed aloud its voice
And chilled men to the core…
They’ve sat so long in chamber
With nothing there to fear
The serpents head keeps changing
Each fifth or each tenth year
The ‘falling man’ a symbol
Unholiness abounds
A harsh reality awaits us all
As the chain-link underground
I hear it friend! Don’t you?
But I’ve heard that sound before
When Legion screamed aloud its voice
And chilled men to the core…
The worker claws at logic
Stores emptied without reason
The Devil’s in the detail
The poor accused of treason
We’ve watched the Towers fall
And we’ve seen the jaded truths
The proof of lies, they still deny
The eniquity the refute
I hear it friend! Don’t you?
But I’ve heard that sound before
When Legion screamed aloud its voice
And chilled men to the core…
Who’ll rise up to the call
The fight for Good or Evil
Protect our childrens future
Who’ll check the cards they’re Dealing
Our Brothers eyes are opened
Yet they tunnel in the dark
Their egos can’t deny their deeds
So they call themselves WAL-MART
I hear it friends! Can’t you?
Now, it’s louder than before
As Legion screams aloud
Its voice chills me to the core…
Deprived of a relationship,
When i just so needed one,
A social worker relationship,
Holding no bar, mind or gun.
Having nobody to talk to,
Is not very nice, not right,
When people matter to you,
And god is their height.
Not understanding reason,
Sat within two metal bars,
Everything feeling like treason,
You’re left with only scars.
Contemplating memory,
If yours does to other people,
When you state your story,
About the faithful’s steeple.
Deciding you’re an atheist,
With evolution at your back,
Hoping there will be no theist,
In the school staff’s stack.
Disappointed by Assembly,
Hurt by daily implementation,
Annoyed by the physio bubbly,
Who offered religious direction.
Affected by the school kids,
Who’d accepted the basic god,
Given it by teachers’ bids,
Who were in no way odd.
Not wanting life anymore,
Attempting to, not succeeding,
Then deciding to come ashore,
With the school doctor, bleeding.
Happy from that moment on,
When I shared my heart with him;
He was not in any way gone,
When others proved terribly dim.
He was my friend at university,
My carers’ supervisor and my physio,
And still to this day in animosity,
My mum doesn’t know about him, foe.
What’s the point of that silence,
The slip of her mind every time,
Her forgetfulness about his presence,
When i refer to him as mine?
She thinks she’s on top of me,
Above all my formal relationships,
But the right the live, you see,
Rests with you and not kinships.
Privacy is privacy, and it means space,
And the doctor’s room is confidential;
You can make or brake by your face,
Your relationships by your prudential.
The air in Philadelphia didn't stir that July.
It settled, thick and suffocating, over fifty-six wooden chairs.
Outside, the summer beat against bolted doors;
inside, men prepared to snap an ancient, golden chain—
to trade an empire’s law for the unpredictable fire and rain.
John Hancock stepped forward first. No hesitation.
His quill scraped hard against the parchment,
leaving wide, aggressive tracks.
"Let the King read that without his spectacles," the whisper went,
a quiet defiance that fractured a monarchy.
They came from the rocky edge of Massachusetts:
Adams, unyielding and fierce, alongside cousin Samuel,
fanning a dangerous patriot flame.
Gerry and Paine moved in to anchor their legal names.
Then Virginia’s quiet architect stood up from the red clay.
Jefferson, carrying words designed to dismantle tyrants.
Behind him, Harrison, Lee, Nelson, and Wythe—
a solemn line backing the grand decree.
Franklin watched through wire frames, old eyes holding lightning.
"We must all hang together now," his voice dry, cutting the heat,
"or we will most certainly hang apart under the gallows' beam."
Morris, Rush, and Wilson nodded,
signing away their vast fortunes for a future they wouldn't live to see.
From the northern vanguard, New York and the Jerseys answered.
Livingston, Hopkinson, and Witherspoon—the fiery priest—
shouted that the land was ripe for birth.
Then south, down the coast to the Carolinas and Georgia’s marsh.
Rutledge, Lynch, Middleton, Gwinnett, and Hall,
joining a pact that smelled of treason.
Fifty-six men from every ordinary walk—
lawyer, merchant, keeper of the soil—
knowing a rope waited for them on the hill.
Yet they stepped up anyway, pressing wet ink into history.
The parchment dried.
The old world felt the tremor.
A new republic born not of kings, but of signatures.
(to the tune of "Love and Marriage")
Trump and Putin, Trump and Putin -
Both seem oh-so-very highfalutin,
With such praises gushin.'
(Though who knows what was said in Russian?)
Trump and Putin, Trump and Putin -
When you see them, you should start salutin.'
Since they both love power,
Admiration we should shower.
Why, why, why then do we hate them?
Just pick a reason.
Lie, lie, lie to us until we think
It must be treason.
Trump and Putin, Trump and Putin -
If you think they're bad, you're right, darn tootin.'
Hawks of likewise feather
And I would bet that their duet
Has no Nyet yet - Bullies together!
ROMEO AND JULIET – PROLOGUE TOO
The Montagues and Capulets never saw eye-to-eye.
A feud so deep, eventually, someone had to die.
At loggerheads for decades (no-one remembered the reason)
To fraternise together would be an act of treason.
They’ve traded insults every time they met upon the street,
Biting thumbs at each other, with neither conceding defeat.
But, in our play, two offspring, one from either side,
Fancy one another and will not be denied.
Romeo, a Montague, has hormones running wild
And Juliet, a Capulet, at thirteen but a child.
They fall in love completely and despite their parent’s abhorrence,
They sneak off in the morning to be married by Father Lawrence.
They share one night of passion (the law was different back then)
But then Romeo was banished so they never did it again.
It starts to get complicated now as Juliet takes a potion,
To make it seem that she is dead – cue scenes of high emotion.
Her lover returns before she awakes and poisons himself in remorse.
Then she comes-to and, finding him dead, she kills herself of course.
But this is just the prologue to get us under way.
If you want to know the full details, you’ll have to watch the play
I wished to improve on my character so,
I looked for a model to go by.
I studied the habits of men great and tall,
For one who seemed perfect in my eyes.
Men of fine profile and manly physique,
Were the first ones to cross my inspection,
First also dismissed for their physical charms,
Seemed all they had worth admiration;
And those who had money and power were wont,
To flaunt their importance and style,
An hour or two in this comp'ny could last,
A person a long, long while;
And so I explored yet another route,
The highway to high education,
Perhaps here I would find the virtuous man,
One worthy of my adulation.
I read through the tomes of scholars and scribes,
Philosophers, poets and statesmen,
And I never found a doctrine more sound,
Than the one left behind by Ben Franklin.
Benjamin Franklin
1706 - 1790
A statesman and scientist he was also quite a philosopher.
He was considered to be one of the most important figures of his day having been given
the dubious honor of being asked to sign the Declaration of Independence along with many other great men of that era; making him one of our Founding Fathers.
In doing so he showed great courage because all who signed had a price placed on their
heads by the Crown of England for treason.
He spent his life in search of knowledge continuously trying to improve himself.
He had the ability to see and recognize his own faults and tried to do something about them. That is something not many people can do. It's also the reason he had few if any real enemies.
A person could do a whole lot worse than to try to imitate his style.
Iron grips of discipline is strained.
Heats of the moment is sparsely contained.
Powers are overlooked in childish innocence.
Tolerance is not for mockery from aberrance.
Simmering hope and openness of freedom.
Alas, who can stop these steps to martyrdom....
Hearts are wrenching breathlessly in treason
To the stern mind ever destined to reason.
Shivering soul hugs the heat of its own cage
while cool dumb sheets bear frustration of rage.
Waves work overnight to convey words
and unfortunate hearts solve but crosswords!
Sure, it’s never eternal as eternity is abstract
And the heart often knows this bare fact.
Pack it all... emotions in depth of dark grooves!
Time now for a move as conscience proves,
Once again, rule is for a world that materialised.
Insensitive to tyranny that penalised.
Everlasting game; subduing the essence of humanity
while unscathed, it strives to stand in its own dignity!
Note: This poem came upon inspirations derived from my stay with international delegates in India and my wonderful exchange of customs and culture.
There are those who question
The reality of a God who knows us
One who smiles down on our confession
That the sin we might not discuss
Is still a dark and dreadful transgression
There are those who doubt
The need for His mercy and grace
They don’t know what it’s all about
Wanting for the Savior we embrace
Needing a redeemer to seek out
There are those who don’t understand
The meaning of God’s absolution
Refusing to listen to God’s command
To repent and believe the solution
The One sitting at God’s right hand
There are those who look for a reason
God’s motive for giving His pardon
Believing this to be like high treason
Following the occurrence in the garden
When sin came to us in due season
There are those who don’t want to believe
In spite of the truth – Jesus saves
They don’t seem to know how to receive
Through faith that doesn’t end at graves
But follows us to an eternity we’ll never leave
There are those who won’t enter paradise
With the hope that comes to hearts who know
God is alive inside because He paid the price
The highest price we could not pay, buy or borrow
He loved us all so much He became the sacrifice
I believe in Jesus Christ
Whose great sacrifice sufficed
Because of His gift, His life
We can live again without strife
Because of His light, His love
We can someday live up above
Because of His grace, His loss
We can bring it all to the cross!
God bless you with a new life!