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The bright royal metal gets a reverent treat,
Heated and beaten softly in several ways till
The beloved, pampered design comes up;
While the weaponry one has a different destiny,
Burnt and hammered rudely with no scrutiny ;
Then the upshot is for uncertain use put up;
The former always adds more to the usual skill
As the latter is destined, it's modest end to meet;
True it is that the one defends and serves hard
But the other is only dicey, needing good guard
The crux of time decides the claim to real regard
A tool in need marvels more than the one starred..!
The deeds and words of show spire somehow
Yet a needful , timely aid towers much above.
It does not fit in these now modern times-
the news that's dominating our TVs.
With some gains made in world diplomacy-
these scenes of war are too hard to believe.
The Afghan war went on some twenty years;
yet threats of World War III seemed off the board,
since direful risks of nuclear weaponry
did grant discouragement for future wars.
And yet, it's happening before our eyes
two countries now engaged in fight or flee-
with fears of bringing others in the mix-
all NATO countries heading into war.
Though unprovoked, Ukrainians are caught
in war with sins against humanity!
Russia discounts rules of engagement, so
all women, men, and children are fair game!
How did this war slip back to brutish times-
now watching that Ukrainians must flee
to save their lives against the Russian plans
bombing their city Kyiv- and many more?
We had progressed ahead of former times
as fighting wars unveiled the awful costs.
But now, this war misfits- and perhaps peace-
is obsolete when enemies serve greed.
March 14, 2022
Contest: Kyiv Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
a fable
With rake in hand, I had a mission clear -
to rid my yard of piles of rotting leaves
before their musty smell got out of hand.
My ancient oak trees are prolific still.
Providing fruit and leaves with great success,
both shed in full abundance ev'ry year.
One wicked swipe of weaponry I thought
revealed a broken bottle nonetheless
it was instead a lens, a spyglass lost.
I picked it up, discov'ring life anew -
its closer focus found a seedling rare
had sprouted, taking root within the loam.
What I had thought was useless held a prize,
All winter long the dying leaves had giv'n
a careful shelter for one special seed.
I took my weapon back and in the shed
I found a cage-of-sorts that fit my plan.
The moral here, don't be so quick to clean
what nature has provided as a shield.
November 5, 2016
Einstein's Brain
Gifted genius, Newtonian spoiler,
Physicist, and Nobel Prize winner,
And a pacifist whose formula and theory
On energy and quantum mechanics
Advances the scientific community
In the development of nuclear weaponry
By unraveling the atomic enigma,
Leading to the bombing of Hiroshima.
In letters to FDR, Einstein expounds
On possible German research into atomic bombs.
This convinces the U.S.A. to initiate
The Manhattan Project nuclear weapons race.
Somewhere in his meditative thinking,
Einstein’s life has no destiny, only being.
His preserved brain is dissected and analyzed
And reported as human with no hidden secrets.
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Notes:
1 Albert Einstein(1879–1955): Albert Einstein was a world-renowned theoretical physicist known for his theory of general relativity and mass-energy equivalence (E=mc2).
2 Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR) (1882–1945): Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the 32nd President of the United States of America from 1933 to 1945.
3 Einstein’s letter to FDR: On August 2, 1939, a letter drafted by Leó Szilárd (1898–1964) and signed by Albert Einstein was addressed and sent to FDR (the then-president of the U.S.A.). The letter warned the United States of America of possible German research and development of an atomic bomb. It further went on to urge the U.S.A. to do the same and develop an atomic bomb before Nazi Germany. This prompted President Roosevelt to take action, which would eventually lead to the Manhattan Project.
4 Manhattan Project: The “Manhattan Project” was the code name for the secretive World War II undertaking by the Americans (with British and Canadian consent and contribution) to develop and produce the world’s first nuclear weapon. On July 16, 1945, the first atomic bomb was detonated at the Alamogordo, New Mexico, test facility in the United States.
5 Albert Einstein attributed quotes:
i) “Had I known that the Germans would not succeed in producing an atomic bomb, I would have never lifted a finger.”
ii) “There is neither evolution nor destiny, only being.”
Deep in the forest
Outlaws lie in wait
For well off noblemen
Their monies to take
They steal from the rich
And share with the poor
How long can they hide
In their forest so pure
This band of commoners
Go against the grain
The Sheriff of Nottingham
To have them slain
The followers who follow
These outlaws so bold
To introduce them
Your about to be told
There's Little Joan
A girl so large
She bowls men over
With the strength of her charge
Then there's Touch
The Miller's daughter
Who keeps doing things
She shouldn't off aught to
Willena Scarlet
Demanded clothing and a horse
If this never happened
Her language became coarse
Not forgetting
Nena the nun
Whose amazing beauty
Made the enemy run
And the last of the gang
Butler Bill
Whose amazing weaponry
Made this leader shrill
You've met her gang
Now meet their leader
She's Robyn Hood
An out and out heart bleeder
Dressed in black leathers
Low cut front
Cleavage guys die for
Which makes them grunt
It's not the poem
You thought it was
But why the change
Och, just because
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At first light, I awoke feeling revive and lively swell
Yet no words am to describe what I’m to foretell
I knew you were alive from words of my overseer
And ceaselessly I seek to be reunited with you together
My search for you led me to an outpost of surviving humans
Soldiers preparing for war against the advancing demons
When them who receives me, they knew victory was at hand
Yet it was me, who have had their souls condemn
With the battle raging, I commanded their wills bidding
And at the very wield of my bow, the end’s at my summoning
I killed those of defiled as well as humans, of whoever standing in my way
Of strength nay my own, I slaughtered in regardless of dismay
With a vicious smile, I stand the only surviver in victory
With tears after to see even children I’ve killed earnestly
Every mortal seen, suffered from the wrath of the Heaori spirit
Slaughtering with a blinded heart from the insanity I inherit
Such became reasons I am to isolate myself from those who breathe
Eventually, my service to the Word I can only forsake and leave
Since was my loneliest of period, having to endure one’s denied existence
As foreseen, word of my mishap was outspread to those of The Ancients
I dread having to live the dawns till the awakening of nights
Death became the reason left to welcome relief for enlightenment Light
Thus, a suicidal thought came to mind from the newfound strength
Mayhaps I’m to use this curse to see to the DarkLord’s end
Proven otherwise, was the beginning of my wait for your return
As Champions of the Word reunite, I swear will all evil burn
I cannot tell you how is one to passage through the Heaori Chamber unharmed
Only to thread carefully, can we rely upon our weaponry at arms
Let us discern ourselves of those undesired thoughts and make haste
The Leech-King draws nearer each dusk, since began was his chase”
If a time and place is different
for them to fire off their weaponry,
to lie and win against a significant.
What keeps a similarity in liability,
to lie and win in a predicament
where skill is an absolute necessity?
Bold and without a last abatement,
I see through the lies of industry.
Bold and without a past abashment,
wouldn't be paid a cent currency.
Seen by gross pure aggrandizement,
violent potent a cologne adversary.
Laughably, an obvious despondent.
Is there no end to one so lairy?
A stone thrown, I notice your salient.
I won't resemble the tuning veeries.
Even no pruning, losing an assailant.
The truth is tied up in flimflammery.
Path set by the trying time rodent.
Cocky, peacocking varies ostentatiously.
Read past the first half constituent.
Go pass-through a proof for checkery.
Auction of nonsense falsified Rembrandt.
Author a snow cipher meeting misery.
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
The varnish cracks and peels away,
and little eruptions from below the surface
suppurates before us the underlying truth:
An animal awaits...nine meals from anarchy.
Deadlier than any other living thing,
prepared to kill anyone,
even its own kind.
No other creature sets a lower bar.
Surely the wonder of Nature never foresaw this.
Linguistic casualties:
integrity; heroism; courage; sacrifice and love,
for such things sit uneasily with weaponry.
The words of a leader
reverberate in our minds:
"God is on our side:
the enemy is the lowest form of life,
its armaments and behaviour
horrendous in the extreme."
Yet he desires more from his own productions lines
and urges his people to a glorious
victory.
Dignity, goodness, sensitivity,
and empathy,
the basic decency of many human beings,
nine meals from anarchy,
and 'Mental Cases'.
Easy prey.
So does even the shame, the regret,
that searing, the scarred memories;
the tears, the guilt, and the fear,
fall upon the consciences of the good?
To suffer the rest of your life,
an innocent.
Euphemisms, and stirring myths, and lies,
encircle the globe,
like mental fall-out,
nine meals from anarchy.
The protective layers of pretence and language,
unfold and peeled back,
until,
naked,
everyone is enemy?
Now hear this tale of Planet Earth
And how it was robbed of its worth.
From a species of quadruped
There evolved a novel biped,
A new species with arms and hands
And versatile for new demands.
The biped learnt to wield a stick
And found many a hunting trick.
Thus came the age of weaponry
And a species most predatory.
Now hear this tale of Planet Earth
And how it was robbed of its worth.
These creatures ruled with cruel might
And did great wrong and little right.
On others these new ones did prey.
Twas slaughter, butcher, day on day.
They travelled worldwide on the make
And left destruction in their wake.
They had a mind of little wit
And worthy not of this planet.
Now hear this tale of Planet Earth
And how it was robbed of its worth.
The new species bred at a pace
And so it had to grab more space.
In terms of profit it did think.
From higher thoughts its mind would shrink.
Twas surely clever, but not wise.
Of trickery its mind comprise.
It worked in ways based upon stealth
To plunder more for its self wealth.
There goes the tale of Planet Earth
And how it was robbed of its worth.