Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
They once were held in high esteem
the pride of each judicial dream
The ones who have the final word
when arguments have all been heard
Their loyalty was guaranteed
all virtuous, in thought and deed
Nine beacons of integrity
the last step in democracy
But privilege has hidden flaws
where Justices corrupt the laws
Their shameful greed has tipped the scales
their broken oaths tell ugly tales
The solemn robes of black they wear
belie the truth of what dwells there
A Court bereft of moral code
consumed by seeds of greed they sowed
Back against "The Resolution Door"
the first thing that hits you is the
depravity, then self-loathing follows
close behind. Then just when hoping
the first thought was getting better.
That you're getting the upper-hands
and there can't be too much longer.
The head goes light, as the light goes
out.
When the lights come on, reality sets
in.
Obstructed by responsibility-weighted
inside here.
Moral code aligns and then provides
possible directions.
Instincts, a natural pre-set driving
the final decision.
I'd take me with me, but only if
I'll
Let
Me.
|| Verdict? ||
Written on Mar-23-2024
If you're not a well-paid saboteur
You should look into the job
List me as a reference on your resume
And on the day I get the call
I'll tell them all about your
Inability to accept responsibility
And anti-social personality disorder
Never met a man so talented at torture
If they worry whether you might cave
Under the pressure of an inborn moral code
I'll reassure them that it's almost like
Your phenotype's been altered by
A point mutation in your DNA
That eliminated every bit of it
And that I've never seen you give a s h i t
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
Lettuce entertain you
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up your fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horse a radish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
...beets me
Many souls so black of heart
Their humanity unsound
Every day will lose their way
With no morals to be found
Many souls so light of heart
Their humanity unbound
Every day will find the way
With their morals always sound
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Her Christmas eyes, holiday green.
In the dark you can see her whites.
Shines like the moon on Winter nights.
Her acres startle of twilights.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Flamboyant blinker-pomp excites;
And heaven’s angels it delights.
Illuminated halo heights.
Seraphims and cherubims praise.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
She can’t see what’s out of her sights.
On Holiday she set her sights.
For where does she find the brilliance?
God’s moral code - not wrongs but rights.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Zen Nihilism
Zen is a school of Buddhism .
Cessation of sufferings is taught by Buddhism.
Nihilism believes no realism.
At least Buddhism follows some enthusiasm.
Nihilism is based on nothingness.
Buddhism tries to show path of happiness
through wisdom transcending Nirvana, nevertheless.
Both agree concept of existence of God as baseless.
Phenomenon of Nihilism : Secular and atheistic
So Buddhism is considered passively nihilistic.
Nihilists. say, 'Nothing to be considered realistic.
Buddhists say, 'Right and Wrong are two characteristics .
Love, wisdom and purity are concept of Buddhist.
Nihilists don’t believe in moral code on continuity.
Nihilists obey only nothingness as extreme entity.
Buddhists choose midway approach eternity.
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard,
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any;
Until, once, I desired to visit the United State,
And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...!
He was young energetic magnificent enlistee,
Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee;
It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier,
Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder;
Became symbol of American justice and freedom,
His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...!
Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place,
Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace;
Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints,
All have contributed and have been doing so till date,
I might place Captain America midst greatest of these,
As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...!
26 May 2022
Captain America Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
If God spell checked our existence.. we'd be giving a lifelong penance.. how deceitful we've become without resistance.. weapons of mass destruction still remain defenseless.. alterior motivated friendships.. demons amongst our christians.. public murders breeding no witness.. deepest of breaths lungs airless.. with no moral code emotions careless.. eyes wide open still nothing to stare with.. handed bifocals and still impaired it.. full of life and still disparaged.. on a trip to hell and locked in the carriage..inspired by Aaron..
I can't live in mystery
I'm waiting with bated breath
Where and when I'll stand or fall --
The hour of my death --
The facts of life are meaningless
There is no moral code
There may or may not be another side
Til then, get outta the road
Go ahead
Explain it away
I can't take the riddles
Quit knocking on my door
Stop advertising free advice
It isn't what I came here for
S'posed to write an indispensable memoir
An illegible tome of shame
People keep on interrupting
Tomorrow, it'll be the same
The same old scrutinizing
The same old sphere of doubt
Some miracles are worth baptising
But they're the kind we tend to throw out
Explain it all away --
Tear the cathedral down
We're pining for something long since gone
You can sense it just by
Sense it just by
Sense it just by looking around
Go 'head,
Explain it away.
Don't be proud of who you are,
Or where your family came from.
Your culture or your bloodlines,
Could perchance offend some.
Don't talk about religion,
And don't in public pray.
I tell you true the new taboos,
Will make your hair turn gray.
Don't say you like a certain sport,
Support a certain team,
You may offend some other fans,
May dash their hopes and dreams;
And don't display your moral code.
You'll hurt somebody's feelings,
Depending on their current stance,
Or their political leanings;
But if you worship idols,
Perchance could be a witch,
Or mayhap worship other gods,
The rules then tend to switch.
We don't want to hurt their feelings,
Or make them to feel odd,
So we encourage heathen ways,
And just ignore our God.
~If I were President-
I'd have ALL political houses term limits
Stop voting Congress/Senate pay raises
have minimum wage rise yearly by 25 cents
If I were President-
There'd be mandated recycling with pay
a non-changing Moral Code true protection under the law
You wouldn't be doubled-tax
You wouldn't be shot while stopped, walking, while being non White?
If I were President-
You wouldn't be homeless, hungry, have not
Or detained because you weren't birth here
If I were President I would make sure
We would strive for a cure
If I were President-
To clean up our air money isn't everything
Payment in kind paying all debts in fine
Join in community, spiritual, agape love
Truth in speech for everyone No, REALLY
Bring back We All community and family raise and teach our children
Open and honestly and instead of 4 to 8 years as President
Ill make it only a max of 4 years tops
No, REALLY- if I were President
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2/22/21
If I Was President Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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