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Never talk religion or politics for more than ten minutes because it will only end in an argument. ~Mrs. Jewel
I do not like Trump's personality,
But I can say unequivocally
There were no new wars when he was Chief,
And inflation had not yet become a thief.
The economy was a boom,
Iran was close to doom.
We did not have a border flood
With nationals of every blood.
Our current President is sinking fast
into his senility and would not last
Without his staff
To choreograph
His every step;
and his speaking is inept.
So when you vote in '24
Please remember this
Biden cares more for China and Iran
Than for his own country's common man.
The War of Creation
They called them fascists and Nazis, the ones who wrote with blood on walls,
they stood them before the firing squads, the ones who dreamed too loud, too clear,
and bullets found poets in gardens, in Spains that bloomed with death,
for the word is a weapon too dangerous for those who sleep in peace.
Some chose the rat poison, others cut their veins in warm bathtubs,
for warm water receives the blood more gently than the cold air outside,
and others threw themselves from bridges or into propellers and sharks,
choosing to be torn apart rather than to die from within themselves.
Electroshock for those who wrote too true about the wars they'd seen,
and still they found a way to pull the trigger, in the end, alone,
for creation kills, not metaphorically, but literally, with hands of ink,
and madness is just another name for lucidity too sharp to bear.
Some drowned inside their own vomit, drunk on life and drunk on death,
and others drank until their livers became a poem, black and final,
and the sun of some was black before it ever had a chance to fade,
for artists wear eclipses on their chests like decorations from the war.
You want to be a writer? Step into the trenches, soldier, don't look back,
for on this battlefield the wounded lie everywhere and no one's coming,
some make it to old age with trembling hands and words still breathing,
but many starve like Vallejo, with unwritten poems in empty stomachs.
It's a kind of war in which the enemy is yourself, multiplied,
and creation is the grenade you throw and catch back in your arms,
and when they hit you from the blind side, from the angle you never saw,
don't come to me with your regrets, for I told you from the start.
Now I'm going to smoke a cigarette in the empty tub, no water and no blood,
and I will fall asleep with all the dead poets floating in the fog of my brain,
for to write is to die every single day and be reborn inside the words,
and the survivors are only those who learned how to die beautifully.
The trenches of literature are full of skeletons still clutching pens,
and their unfinished manuscripts are white flags waving in the wind of forgetting,
but we keep on writing, keep on dying, keep on throwing ourselves to propellers and sharks,
for this is the calling: to bleed ink until the paper becomes sky.
It is said there is wisdom
That comes with old age:
In the Middle East it seems
To bring a frustrated rage.
The old men in their Palaces
Obsessed by their truth
Issue calls to battle to the
Flower of their nation’s youth.
The young men die fighting
Those old men’s wars
Die fighting for their obscure
And out of date cause.
Uneasy peace then exists until
That dread day when
The old men issue their next call
To go to war again.
Perhaps the young men should
Insist thst they are being led
With those Old Men at the front
Let them risk being of the dead.
Let those wizened old men die
In the cause of their creed
And see what effects then
Their demise may seee.
It’s only leadership by cowardice
That thinks there’s any good
In fighting their battles to
The last drop of another’s blood.
The old men quarrel and plot
As a frustrated world asks why
And hope for a period of change
When those old men finally die.
My love of love keeps me alive
My love of life is boundless
That special feeling has invaded my soul
The times I feel it are countless
Am I a bit different, am I unique
Do others feel a bit similar
Wish that everyone could feel this joy
Love makes life so much simpler
It's the way the world was meant to be
Damn wars weren't in the plan
Love thy brother has been the theme
Since this crazy old world began
Every nation needs to get back on track
D'ya think I'm wasting my breath
Don't think this is how it was meant be
Who needs all of this stress
Life should be simple, live and let live
A familiar and sweet old refrain
Let's banish all the wars and the hate
So only real love remains
By Anthony Grider 6/23/17
I'm standing right here, why don't you see me.
I'm standing here with my help sign.,
Don't know where my next meal will come from.,
Poverty is made by design.,
I'm neither lazy nor am I dumb.
Just down on my luck.,
No one else knows more how much life can suck.
O' This ain't how I wanted my life to be.,
No one knows my story but me.
O' I'm standing right here, why don't you see me.,
O' Does anyone care, O' this ain't how I wanted my life to be.,
My life's up in the air, so to live I have to pay your fee.,
O' I'm standing right here, why can't you see me.,
Are you blind O' why can't you see me.
I'm standing here with brusies and a black eye.,
O' One too many broken bones.,
No one can here me cry.,
I was called dumb and worthless, thats how my story goes.
How can you have hope when your soul is so full of holes.,
When everything is taken, how can you have any goals.
I have a torn and broken soul O' how can this be.,
Hiding but wishing everyone could see.
O' I'm standing right here, why don't you see me.,
My life so full of fear, O' how can this be.,
O' Does anyone care, O' this ain't how I wanted my life to be.,
O' I'm standing right here, why can't you see me.,
Are you blind O' why can't you see me.
O' I'm standing here with my house gone and my family dead.,
Your bombs came from out of the sky.,
I'm going crazy losing my head.,
When I hear all these wars was start by a lie.
O' why did my family have to die.,
O' No one to hear me cry.
You should've left us be.,
All your wrongs one day I'll make you see.
O' I'm standing right here, why can't you see me.,
You send your bombs to make us fear, you should've left us be.,
O' All your sins and wrongs one day you'll see.,
O' I'm standing right here, why don't you see me.,
Are you blind O' why can't you see me.
Form:
Oh, dear Sparrow! Fallen still
Softly feathered where you lay
As of a soldier gently eased
To sleep in dreams away
Whose dying wish was lost, was lost
In wars of yesterday
Your folded wings are nestled close
Your uniform unmarred
There is no stain upon your coat
Nor mark upon your bars
It seems from battle you emerged
Without a battle scar
For there you are composed, serene
Your earthly visage calm
No sign of struggle or of strife
No specter of alarm
Nor outward damage I can see –
Within, then, be the harm
Where broken wounds internalize
Beyond the battlefield
Where kamikaze skirmishes
Could not survive the steel
And solid soundness of the pane
Which from you did not yield
To you then, fallen warrior
In tribute, hear my prayer –
That you may soar unbounded, free
With worry none, nor care
In everlasting flight on wings
As virtual as air –
Don't be cool
Hate aloof
Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines
Lettings, yourself conceited
I wouldn't encourage feelings if me
Just raising the literacy rates
With Irish American letters is all time
But, I'm somewhere at
Unstable and content
Introverting caution
Lived from wars before my own ink
Extroversion is an extra paragraph
Treasury department extortion
On copy desk before rents talked about
In the newspaper
You exist
As an exit
Misnomers a banking poetry song
Calculates make wedding vows
Acquire before you lives and skip
Thousand Oaks California is based
On thoughts of being poor
Building affordable welfare support
Pet Shop Boys
Watching model prisoner chicks
Who become victims of war ignorance
Unable to
There’s blood upon my hands now, I can’t lie,
And though I’ve killed in war, I don’t deny
That your blood’s cost me more in guilt and pain,
So how am I to ever love again?
I say you broke my heart, but I broke yours,
When over the two of us I chose the wars.
Though for my country I have killed, it’ true,
I never thought I’d end up killing you.
Your strength was gone, and so was mine, but still
I climbed each obstacle, and every hill.
But you, who at first valiantly fought,
When there for me I need you, were not.
You gave me everything you could, I know,
But when I needed more, you had to go.
You gave me everything you had, but now
I have to find my way alone somehow.
You came to me as nothing; I’d refine
You into something strong and brave and mine,
And then you still fell back into that life,
Of lines and bumps and rails and hurt and strife.
My choice was clear: the one who cared for me,
The one who was, and not he who could be.
It ended how it started, with a line:
You said I broke your heart, but you broke mine.
I seem to recall a story
Long, long ago
Where two pillars of their Gods
Stood beside the Atlantic flow
They stood at the end
Of a great walled canyon
To another world you'd pass
Where every one was a companion
These people were so advanced
So far ahead of their time
Their nautical skills amazed
Leaving passing sailors sublime
Their culture was a wonder
As they lived in white marbled cities
Toned men so muscle bound
And their women so delightedly pretty
They never fought in wars
They had no reason too
No enemy could ever advance
Their Gods would never let them through
They could only encroach by ship
But their Gods would see them come
Their pillars would move together
Then a mighty wave would run
The waters would climb so high
To meet their skies of blue
When the mighty pillars met
The wave crashed down on their crews
When the waters calmed
Their was no sight of them
No debris from their ships
Or even floating men
What ever happened to this world
We could learn so much from them
Where Gods protected their people
All children, women and men
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Through words and wars, He lives
Through pain and doubt, He gives
The heart is held in His palm
The soul knows by heart, His psalm
Through good and bad, I’ll praise
Through it all, He continues to amaze
life lived for Him offers hope
life forgiven knows how to cope
Through the shadows of darkness, I see
despite fears and tears, salvation is free
the one who knows this man will rejoice
love comes from making the right choice
whosoever believes, He will save
the ultimate joy came when He forgave
listen to the light who is shining day and night
the light of love so amazing, I’m forever praising
I’ve said it all before – my heart is an open door
Love like this is beyond revealing
It’s a love that is alive and healing
So, throughout time, I’ll keep on kneeling!