In our measure of the passing time,
Curious circles fill the counted days—
Numbered moments scarred by transiting light,
The heaven’s moguls bruise our joy and blight,
And give, and take, and measure what we mean.
Time, indifferent, measures us; it loops
Around the heaven’s span and grids the world.
Saturn still stutters—constant sorrow speaks—
Today recedes into tomorrow’s loss;
Yet clocks in circles go, and we pay cost.
O god of time, your circles go and go,
Returning slow, then turning wingèd, fast—
They come, they go—there’s time enough for love.
Meanwhile I scan the horizon with my mind,
And seek the curve of her Belt of Venus—fire—
A circumference of sunset reds that span
The sky; on sight she’s timeless, swaying slow,
A pendulum—its fixed foot steady—rings
My day; her pulse keeps measure as it swings.
And in night’s sanctuary, as we roll
On sweat-slippery fields of red-ochre bliss,
We kiss the kiss that turns and kisses back.
Then, as I watch her breathing come to rest,
Time stops—
and takes my breath away.
Categories:
moguls, art, literature,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the brainless Scarecrow simply said
of her... 'She just plain wore out'
Categories:
moguls, bird, celebrity, london, rainbow,
Form: Rhyme
Gremlins, that’s what the technician said…
Faulty technology is what I dread!
Glitches untold are hidden by moguls’ gold.
But they should correct what the masses are sold.
What would it take?
What could we make?
In a day, in an hour,
Working with reliable power…
As more work goes online,
We’re told all will be fine.
But the internet’s down.
And the gremlins think I’m a clown.
With plenty of time
To ponder a rhyme.
Then at the end of the day,
All the gremlins will say,
“Oh, what a thrill we have had…
Sorry! Our bad…”
Categories:
moguls, humor, technology, time,
Form: Rhyme
I'd heard one day 'about the light'
UK independant paper circulating
By day and night
I'm going to get me; a copy to see
How well it reads.. Is its editor free?
To discuss and discourse?
Now that should par for the course.'
Yet the path has been beaten
By those hell bent on disreason
Moguls of mayhem,
Till some; people are too numb;
To gainsay their dark hum-dum
Maybe I'll read of freedom and living?
Where the hokey cokey; comes easy?
Easier than sunbeams, on rooftops
When you're all fatigued with sad headlines
Turn a page, I'm willing for revelation
To hold the balance of true reason; in nations.'
Categories:
moguls, angst, birthday, caregiving, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Many of my friends no longer watch network news
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports
Beholden to their network’s particular political views.
Eyewitness accounts are dulled from retorts
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports
Over the years we have all grown wary
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such,
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary
We have closed our minds to anyone out-of-touch
With rational ways of looking at current events
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such,
Many listen to other friends’ informed comments
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources
With rational ways of looking at current events
It is difficult to find the most reliable resources
Many of my friends no longer watch network news
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources
Beholden to their network’s particular political views.
April 28, 2021
Categories:
moguls, angst, conflict, confusion, prejudice,
Form: Terzanelle
In cosmopolitan artificiality
he orchestrated ways and means for excited culls
Initiated to ensure free world buoyancy
To prevent corruption by power hungry moguls
Taken from Many miles away 3/30/14
Date 8/7/20 Gregory R Barden Sponsor
Poetry Contest Rithimus Divisa 4
Categories:
moguls, power,
Form: Rhyme
flag
a train runs over me and mine
indifferent to our
cries its moguls feed without blinking are incredulous
masses going to swell to occasion grace is it
to be sheep suckled on milks of
savage pride while honey-blessed malnourished
legions no longer bleat they howl with mutant
alchemy grey towers conjure only
more foul-magic talismans to throw dogs empty
bones will not satisfy even sparrows consume themselves in famine
they'll have to kill me i'll not taint myself in
their unholy rag i've seen them eat their children and pimp
their own to strangers
he began to weep rivers of flame and bleed armies of rage
too late to quench tiger-fire soon will femur
trumpets wail chod-rite cymbals crash all urns of sin spill forth
lava-like consuming marionette and masters in
ancient ways known to all
rb '90
Categories:
moguls, allusion, corruption, humanity, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
When I was young and wore a brighter crown
my costumes sheathed me like a queen.
Fleet Street followed where I walked,
sage critics copied when I talked,
scripting fancy phrases for my lips.
When I was young, before my shadow greyed,
my daily exploits wowed the crowds,
and every Fairy Princess wore my face.
Moguls scattered diamonds at my door,
and when I played packed houses every night
the people roared, encore! encore!
The day my candle flickered
Fleet Street crowed at my demise,
beneath their scorn my light diminished,
but I clung to what was mine.
When I was young, I dared to touch the stars.
How can I douse the flame she’s fanning
when beneath my fear is pride.
She treads the boards my golden daughter;
she plays packed houses every night
and wows the crowd who whoop and holler,
for the one and only, Silver Star
Categories:
moguls, feelings, love, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
It is May Day, today.
A day in the month of May.
A day set aside for the illustrious
men and women of the world.
Dutiful and diligent fellows.
Individuals with thoughts of change
for the global village.
A global village we all inhabit.
Great inventors,living and gone.
Explorers, far and near.
Business moguls,high and low.
Tillers and seamen in the nooks and crannies.
Deep thinkers who set things on the move.
We all have this day!
This day for us all!
Thinkers,workers and achievers!
The great now,the great to be.
Categories:
moguls, holiday, may,
Form: Rhyme
Healthcare for the People
By Franklin Price
3/25/2017
Healthcare for the people
Is what we need to see
Not corporately aligning
Just taking care of you and me
Not bowing to insurance
While enriching CEO's
We're dying without healthcare
As their selfish money grows
Capitalism is important
It is much of who we are
Healthcare premiums too expensive
For bigger homes and yachts and cars
For the health insurance moguls
Who love dollars more than you
They must make a lot of profit
In everything they do
Every group priced separately
Even down to one or two
If illness or disease strikes out
It's you who pays for you
The cost of health insurance
Could be diminished quite a lot
If the insured put in larger groups
To mix the healthy and the not
Then limit percent of profit
For all the health insurance need
Base the premiums on the newer mix
Healthcare for all and not for greed
If the moguls do not like it
And think the profit's not enough
Cover all who want by medicare
Let the greedy see it's tough
Let them raise the premiums
On the richest that are left
The ones who can afford it
Not the ones who think it's theft.
Categories:
moguls, anger, conflict, corruption, health,
Form: Rhyme
From glory to dust-2
F ragile humans flailing away at cataclysmic events, trying to
R ule the world without a clue, not knowing the way
O ut... Impressive they try to be, imposing their
M ediocrity in synchronicity with deceptive ideologies
G lamourously they present themselves as role models
L eaders of society, in the arts, and business moguls
O f the sports world, they excel high above the
R est of the competition, they are winners, never
Y ielding to doubt or fear, ever overconfident
T oo many times they reach the summit, the peak of power
O nly to find themselves crashing down into the mire of disgrace
D isillusionment will rule the hopeful mind and heart of the innocent
U ntil the day when they finally comprehend that humans on their own
S imply cannot control or manage the chaos that confronts this world
T ogether the impious and vainglorious rulers will return to the dust.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2017
Categories:
moguls, angst, confusion, corruption, future,
Form: Acrostic
March middles and meanders
while munching on mild marigolds and
meekly mumbling melancholy meanings
about the miserable maladies of
migraines from mostly grasses and pollens.
Meanwhile, mealy mouthed moguls
make monotone messages about
monopolies while meandering
around the metropolis, moving
morosely like mundane mensches.
Maybe a masseuse with a
mustard mustache could
manipulate and mop up the
madness that has multiplied
over this mixed up millennium.
Mostly, though, we must march and
move to mitigate the mad man monarchy
or make a mad dash to Monrovia!
Categories:
moguls, fun, silly,
Form: Alliteration
Two Days Gone By
By Franklin Price
11/10/2016
Two days gone by
Armageddon's not here
The election is over
The winner is clear
The locusts aren't coming
The world's not at end
Trump's not taking over
'Til January my friend
Been a few protests
Not much consequence
The media moguls
Are riding the fence
Not much excitement
For spinning the news
Banging heads with each other
With conflicting views
Sure something will happen
The pundits can spin
To increase the ratings
Make the world right again
Categories:
moguls, america, angst, crazy, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power
Backed by academic report?
Is losing determined
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of big-hearted happiness
Or optimum good health?
Why do moguls and titans
With no Faith take the leap
While penniless paupers
Leap for joy from their feet?
How come rich men's wives
Are miserable, children spoiled
While laborers are elated
Though clothes and hands are soiled?
Are winning and happiness one and the same
When the affluent are unhappy is money to blame?
Why are the poor who struggle hard to survive
Still able to know jubilation in their lives?
Their money's still here when the rich are long gone
Just like when they came they leave naked and alone
With wealth or in poverty life is borrowed time
Where prime dividends are the spiritual kind
Abundance is far too uncommon to be the standard
By which winning in life might be judged
Suggesting those without means or money
Were never in favor with God
The value of winning might be in dollars and cents
But the price of happiness is the lack of pretense
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
Categories:
moguls, black african american, destiny,
Form: Ballad
...for Hart Crane
Halls of steel and concrete,
massive Cyclopean towers
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance.
Children in neglect,
souls with haggard faces,
ekeing out their livelihoods
with hopes and modest means.
Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.
Categories:
moguls, writing,
Form: Quatrain
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