I hear the cannons in the distance
I hear the screams and the weapons
I hear the whistling of bullets
I hear the lament of all this suffering
I see the buildings collapsing
I see blood flowing everywhere
I see the horrors of war
I see the body of that lifeless child.
I cry with all my body
I cry with all my tears
I cry for not being brave enough
I cry for not being able to stop everything
I vomit these soldiers without a heart
I vomit with all my body these rapists
I vomit seeing them attack innocents
I vomit all the tortures committed by these monsters.
I smell the smoke from gutted buildings and houses
I smell the decomposition of bodies lying alone in the streets
I smell the powder of cannons and missiles
I smell the odors mixing and making me dizzy.
Glory to you, people of Ukraine
Glory to your courage
Glory to your resilience
Your battles carry what we have forgotten: the price of Freedom.
Joël Charvillat
Pardon me, ma’am, said the ne’er-do-well
Do you have the time
Holding her nose to avert the smell
She said, Not enough to pardon your crime
Begging your pardon, lady,
these grandiose emotions
spring at least in part
not from bad intentions
but a quite misguided heart
willing quite to suffer
never quite to part.
A true romantic must know
in his heart that he never
intends to get well.
Then, new events said to me,
Don’t move. A sublime generosity
Is coming toward you.
And old love said, "Stay with me."
I said, "I will.“
–Rumi
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
Away from home,
I miss my mom, my brothers.
I pardon myself for the choice I made
life isn’t the same
as it used to be there.
From dawn to dusk, I starve
Don’t weep for me
I had to hold the sword
until the cessation.
I will be there, I will.
We will rejoice once more.
Query:
I am dumbfounded, God’s love exists beyond human translation;
straight up, I know He knows better than me- what I need.
Why else would someone offer to die as payment for my sin?
Can I (in my hunger) plumb the depths of His salvation?
Only when I unearth my mind to the Holy Spirit’s feed.
As grace becomes mercy, I partake of service therein.
Reply:
Trusting Him is the “thumb’s up” to guilt and frustration.
Understanding belief in Jesus’ sacrifice means I ‘ve agreed …
Peace, redeemed by forgiveness stands ready to plug in.
Someone serving life in prison
Some way, somehow gets the nod
To release him, like an order
From a despot or a god.
The same applies to lowlife thugs
Whose insurrection acts,
When they stormed the U.S. Capitol,
Were changed to lies from facts.
When power goes to someone’s head,
It’s like a weird disease
Where he violates the law
And justice drops down to its knees.
Half the country hates it,
While the other seems to hail
The release of felons who should be,
Most rightfully, in jail.
I guess it’s pretty obvious
In which half I belong.
These pardons reek of villainy
And are simply, flat-out wrong!
Good for nothing?
Yeah, I know I am.
I know I'm a disaster,
I made everything worse all the time;
I know it all, you made sure of that.
Now, what can I do except saying sorry?
Sorry for the existence I guess,
I don't know what else...
Every time I apologize you say I'm just saying,
Trying to be humble,be good but always faking.
I'm a faker, the fakest of all the fakers out there!
I fake when I love, I fake when I hate,
I fake it even when I say I like a movie,
Said that to just impress someone, you say?!
Pardon me, you are so right
I fake to be loved too.
Who am I kidding, trying to be everyone's dear!
No, I was never good enough to begin with;
I'm just a vain entity full of despair.
Apology to moon, to sun, to noon, to the sparkling oceans, to the the sturdy mountains, to the whispering winds, to the twinkling stars, to the blooming flowers, to the better and best and to whoever's there
Sorry moon but she's prettier , apology oceans she's just better, pardon mountains but her beauty peaks even you, her presence so gentle that even winds go low, I'll atone stars but her radiance outshines even the finest of flowers, better says she's best and best asks to find a word that surpass itself
Ground fenced becomes a fall garden
deterring squirrels' and rabbits' play.
Guard the soil that winter will harden
defeating Indiana clay.
Gilded tulips (unsightly bulbs' pardon)
deserve a diadem come May.
Can our eyes see their scars,
Which we claim that they made for us,
Have we thought of those scars we made,
Yes- we made in their hearts permanently?
They cannot step out with dignity,
Maybe just for an act unknowingly done or filled with stupidity,
Nobody will look unto them or their family,
Will their grief also come down gradually?
Forgiving is not a mistake,
It is but an act of kindness,
They may have stolen due to poverty,
But, yes- My dear Jean Valijean, I know you don't deserve this cruelty.
If I wash such a Bishop,
I would have purchased an entire bakery for you to satisfy your hunger,
But that poor child stole a piece of cake from another,
Does this silly act too deserve a reaction filled with anger?
I can see repentance in your eyes,
And the promises you make to me in the future to be nice,
Hope we too could forgive you just by being wise,
And make our temper cool down with that cube of ice!
First Mr. Biden pardons his son
then murderers, crooks, and family
Mr. Trump, however, not to be outdone
pardons Jan. 6 trespassers, every single one
Like that New Year’s mantra
'Out with the old, in with the new'
We threw the ‘old bum’ out
New one plays the same old tune
The most feckless corrupt Pres in living memory pardons his grifter son.
But not just for deliberately evading taxes and firearms violations. No, Joe went further. His pardon includes all offences he may or may not have committed back to Jan 1 2014 which coincidentally gives him immunity for his time as a Burisma board member as a crackhead earning millions of dollars in Ukraine and millions more influence peddling selling access deals to Russian oligarchs and Chinese companies aligned with the Chinese Communist Party. All with daddy’s knowledge and approval.
Well pardon my French but that is a f***in’ disgrace!
Mr. Biden pledged his word
so solemn, sincere...
He's just reneged on his pledge
~ so insincere, cavalier
(Hint: à la "Heart" from "DAMN YANKEES")
You gotta be smart
If you wanna get a part
In a movie or a play on Broadway
There are dues you must pay,
Play it smart.
If you've put on some weight,
Make sure your headshot's up-to-date.
Kid, you ain't the only blonde who can act,
There are some fat ones, in fact,
But, lose the weight.
When you go to an audition,
One that's like a "cattle call",
Show your talent, heart, ambition,
A little leg,
Hell! Show it all.
Just say, oh screw it!
Disrobe and do it.
And when you finally get cast,
There's a way to make it last.
You can marry a producer, of course,
One who'll keep your sweet a**e performing art,
And art is all about heart…
Some talent helps, but mostly heart…
And T and A, but lotsa heart…
But first you gotta be smart.
I’m in the band called “Beg Your Pardon”
Our latest, “The Luddits Headway”
Sells well, and the “Forest of Arden”
Our hit, has got some airplay
There ain’t no plans for touring though:
The phase of changes lingers on
Our singer left to form the “Zoo”
Our drummer yesterday has gone
The reason was the weak attendance
Our captive crowd went away
Eventually, our independence
Drifts in the truest luddits way..
For goodness sake, I’m not complaining
You see me busking every day
Still “Beg Your Pardon” stuff I’m playing
Although it sounds a bit too plain
In my rendition, but who cares
The people pass me on the street
Last night a lady from upstairs
Came down, and we talked a bit
She was a bassist in “Murango”
An ethnic band that played worldwide
I put some jazz, we danced a tango
Got a few clappings in the night.
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