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Passage of a law in 1873,
made gold the only recognized legal currency.
The aftermath would be economic stagnation.
It affected large portions of the nation.
As money, silver was no longer in demand.
Two members of Congress took matters in hand.
One was Missouri Senator Richard P. Bland.
The other was Iowa Representative William Allison.
Their bill called for silver’s re-recognition.
This was a very controversial proposition.
Although President Hayes vetoed the bill,
there was a two-thirds override on Capitol Hill.
Therefore, silver was once again a standard of money.
It shared a place with gold as bi-metallic currency.
Because of silver’s re-establishment,
silver dollars were struck again by the U. S. Mint.
These large silver coins would make their scenes
at mints in Philadelphia, San Francisco, and New Orleans.
Mintage of these silver “cartwheels” would thrive,
right up until the year of 1935.
The rarest dates anyone would see,
came from Nevada in Carson City.
The coins bore the mintmark “CC”.
Under the eagle’s tail feathers it would be.
The last year for these dollars was 1893.
The silver dollar was the largest coin of its day.
They are prized by many coin collectors today.
Vultures verify vulnerable villages,
Vacuuming value, venerating vaults.
Voters vilified, voices vetoed,
Votes vanished, victories volatile.
Visible villains veil violations,
Virtuous veterans victimized via vanity.
Vast vaults versus vacant vessels,
Value vaporized, virtue vandalized.
Vice validates violence, violence validates vice,
Vicious vortex, vicious vice.
Victims vilified, victors vindicated,
Verdicts valued via victory.
Vassals versus visionaries,
Veins vibrating, voices volcanic.
Volition versus validation,
Vital versus virtual vocation.
Verify every version.
View every veil.
Value verification versus verbal virtue-signaling.
Vision without visibility becomes voluntary blindness.
Vengeance? Vacant.
Virtue? Variable.
Victory? Valueless without volition.
Value lives via voluntary vision,
Verses vibrating with visceral veracity.
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1/16/23
Still rejected
I already did mention
Much is in question
In the end most won't get the message
I'm tired of all this tension
Too much focus on others skin complexions
Never once has this path been effective
Do such fools need a punch or bullet to the midsection?
Meaning is the answer a fist or weapon?
For there to be change for the better it's no myth or legend
When necessary I went beastmode
Crap focused on and important matters vetoed
Can't just solve it with cheat codes
Meanwhile continually heat rose
People fighting each other sometimes using torpedoes
All of this continual s*** seems old
Like the same old stories all these priests told
So fast they reach for a couple tissues
Meanwhile the struggle continues
Still dealing with much more than just trust issues
Lady, don't play me I'm not the one
No need to be on the run
I wanted love
Yet have gotten none
From dawn to dusk
I've had rotten luck
They judge and talk too much
I'm going beyond such
Petty matters, yet can't always rely on a hunch
For far too long was caught and stuck
Still continual odd stuff
So easily people go on the hunt
Quick to cause a lot of funk
A lot assume
While holding a hostile view
Among all these molecules
I've got more trust in a dog then you
If you don't got a clue
There was much marijuana use
I'm an alcoholic who
Spent much time in solitude
Occasionally a brief rendezvous
Meanwhile global conflicts grew
Don't test me or there'll be a sonic boom
All of it being told from an honest view
Watch your moves
Toward danger it's chalked up to
Drying up or rivers ran
Nearly always the bigger man
Ambidextrous, either one is a trigger hand
They never once saw the whole picture damn
They expected it all to be spic and span
Life throwing curveballs, despite what is or isn't planned
I've got much to do, before I kick the can
Meanwhile time keeps ticking, quickly it can hit the fan
The Coming…
(Mood Variations…)
The long hot summer yields to the arrival
of the cooling fall.
Despite the coming treat to survival
towering trees proudly stand firm and tall.
Sticky, sweaty, steamy nights
have now all gone;
giving way to the cool ebony breeze.
Horny frogs and crickets
no longer sing their eerie song;
squirrels organize
their cupboards in the trees;
and ivory towers grow on
graves of fall’s fallen leaves.
In the early evenings’ misty wine
sun of change set the close of day,
leaving hued shadows to sway
on the footprints of changing time.
The angels of the sky have flown far away;
leaving a strange peace to seek out another day
to find sanctuary in caverns of hope.
Seasoned lives prepare for what winter nature will send their way;
as echoes of rain mock the variations like a cruel joke.
Strange how nature’s circadian rhythms
bring about change: yet the more things change,
the more they stay in the same range.
No one saw the ambiguity of the coming strange schis
Dawn seemed to have struggled this morning---
Returning from her nocturnal journey,
She slowly stretched, yawned, and arose
To the appointed occasion
Sending dim, golden rays piercing through
Shades of lazy grey clouds
The whistling wind wails, whooshing through the trees
And winding around corners
Bring awakening alarms that hands cannot stop
Nor ears can ignore
The weight of sleep lifted; the window shades of dark orbs
Open to the set time
Oblivious to the exact moment of designed closure, only
Aware of the here and now;
Thanksgiving is offered for one more day of struggle:
To be free of the shackling mind games they play,
We prepare to fight another day.
Only God could have made this chosen day
We cherish
To teach the children the liberating way
That they not perish
In the ongoing struggle to be totally free
Culturally, politically---
And economically be.
Closing in on an all-time high, wars remain in vogue:
Peace has been vetoed
Military-industrial complexes are the nation’s money lode
There is no other road.
At the conference table, negotiations continue
To collect dust
And the compromise remains us.
3/20/22
Maybe eventually we'll find other lifeforms
An intense sensation and feeling inside of my core
Paid for it, been quite the fight, like a war
Aware of it but much of it I ignored
Struck by five swords
Stuck in several ice storms
Sometimes I'm torn
Working on figuring out life more
Don't got time for
Praying and asking "why Lord?"
Won't do good like focusing on a high score
Or just relying on items from a supply store
The same could be said for suicide doors
And cyborgs
People will never get off their high horse
Meanwhile I refuse to die poor
Leaving behind nothing
Is mind-numbing
Let me help, look deep inside yourself
And you'll find something
Truth be told
In order to seize hold
Airstrikes and torpedoes
Been this way since a week old
Corruption and ignorance carries on, hardly ever vetoed
In the past a lot of trees smoked
For such a long time, I lost interest
But now I can't afford to stop a minute
I got to finish
It isn't talk or gimmicks
No I don't want a picnic
Or Honda Civic
This is going beyond optimism
I'm still on a mission
Won't ever get there, if I'm not committed
Drunk so much alcohol
I thought I found it all
At times I would sip wine
Never strychnine
I don't think it all is fine
I didn't , but eventually I did mind
Atop a hill climb
What I seeked to still find
Was found inside
Within time
No matter what the sun shall, let's see if I will shine
Across any ridge line
Support or go against it and get in line
God , No God, May be God
Question arose there, who created God?
Nor he is begotten,
No. He begets not.
God. No God. Maybe God.
Uncertainty told the light a lot
He is sometimes far away, sometimes nearest
to your integer number of fantasy pages,
already brought.
There is already a lot on your plate. Truly a lot!
You and stress eating vetoed these , as understood
The glory faded away as
she stood on the deck with the burning sun, behind, a melting pot!
Still a beauty with flawless smile and
pearls of the forgotten time, as impeccable time sought!
I thought you did!
You held me up close and it simply withered away during sleep time
without the faintest clue of any debating try!
With teardrop of a lifetime, lifeline,
and a parable paraphrase, folklore
equidistantly located loci, of a vagabond sky!
A free afternoon
So we heeded advice.
We strolled by the river;
The streets did entice.
We wandered down alleys
In neighborhoods where
Unexpectedly, ruins
Cropped up here and there.
To keep us from flagging,
I turned to gelato.
My spouse had espresso -
He liked it a lotto.
But when we were ready
To hit the hotel,
We vetoed a taxi,
For back where we dwell...
We travel by subway,
By foot or by bus.
It's quick and it's cheap,
Which of course is a plus.
Yet we're tourists and don't
Know the routes, like at home
But we figured - we'll ask.
After all, when in Rome...
So we purchased two tickets
And made our way back
By bus and by subway;
The code we did crack...
With the help of some locals,
For at every station
Were "Grazies"* and smiles,
Which don't need a translation.
*thank you in Italian
Walking through the door of my childhood home
brought back tsunami of wisdom overture.
Tastes and colours in décor change with culture;
varied pallet of history in lands roam’.
My children had turned out to be a challenge
as they had early on displayed my talent
for examining and questioning latent
defects papered over; now seeking balance.
We’d a small, intimate wedding reception.
The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly
recognisable (like kin related distantly),
from the photos. No inkling of deception.
My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice
her preference for bedroom to replace staid
pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid.
But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice.
The celebrations of the many milestones,
spanning the blessed years of three generations
firmly recorded in the decorations;
layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.
An astute and interesting citizen
Observed his legislators in their
Seats of congress.
He took a mental photograph of their
Actions and later developed the picture.
That picture unveiled for him a great
Practical picture of life.
As legislation presented in congress,
Our lives can be debated.
We can be berated.
We can be frustrated.
We can be hated.
If through much endurance,
We manage to make progress,
We are still subject to be vetoed.
But keep to the path of endurance.
Give it all you've got to give,
Because that which opposes you,
May well be overridden.