They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
Der Spiegel In Kashgar
Where the Silk Road begins, I bought an apricot
saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl
over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin
and yellow silk dress
Do you see this man on a bike?
I asked the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a famous man
except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market in the world
Europe is puny, colorless, and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar, so far from Cuba?
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with cigars, the USA is too close
to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built with pipelines
and trains to Hamburg's famous market of whores
selling flesh from dimmed-lit rooms
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go to Kandahar
or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Where is America's 'can-do' attitude
when it comes to the 2024 debacle
If it's Biden against Trump again
won't we feel we've been shackled --
to a House of Horrors, chains on the left and the right
Why won't we Americans even put up a fight
Let's threaten the networks which air the debates
that we'll shut off our tellies at a minute before eight
And as for primary voting, let's all vow to skip that
If it's Biden vs. Trump -- How the hell can we stand pat
Let's round up some candidates who'll go to the mat for Ukraine
who are ready to dig pipelines and boost nuclear power again
Candidates who intend to balance the budget THIS VERY YEAR
not trick us with gimmicks, wherein massive deficits disappear
Candidates who know how to put the 'Woke' in their place
and let go of the elites' obsession with gender and race
No more Men or women who snub their nose at our laws
and berate those who challenge them with the lewdest guffaws
Come on Americans, let's dig in and roll up our sleeves
and round us up some Presidential timber before Autumn Equinox Eve
9/11 memorial museum
I sat in silent thought and memory,
on the floor of the memorial building,
amidst bent crumpled steel beams,
remnants of walls and pipelines,
on the walls pictures of those who are no more.
In that silence was the muffled pain
of those who had watched in agony,
the heartache of those who lost
their dear ones, screams of children
for dear parents, and many
feelings of love that remained buried
in the rubble.
Hatred destroyed the steel beams,
the concrete crumbled, the twin structures
collapsed, but the strength of love
endured.
In the rubble and debris, hope survived.
Built here is a temple to the strength of
human endurance- and a testament
to the truth- that love always prevails over hatred.
Free verse
Wrote on 26/04/2023
while sat at the Memorial building
near one world New York!
Not gas, not oil, but leadership
Yes, it's leadership pipelines we lack
Young people coming up through the ranks
For their mentors' devotion giving thanks
It's every individual for himself today
That's the internet and social media way
Instead of bringing us together
Instead of inspiring us
All this 'technology' misinforms and divides us
So it's up to us oldsters who still know how to do it
To direct these youngsters, channel their raw vigor
For we sorely lack leaders, no Buffets, no Reagans
Let's get our youth in the pipelines ~ pulling leadership's triggers
The New Washington
By Franklin Price
04/01/2023
Have you heard that Biden's changing
He's now putting up the wall
Will have the pipelines flowing
Before time changes in the fall
The House and Senate members
Reaching out across the aisle
Making laws for we the people
Which hasn't happened in awhile
Both parties are agreeing
Do you think that's pretty cool?
I do too, but I believe
It's just another April Fool
Seasons come, seasons go
A different beat that we must know
For God is the one from days of old
And He will remain until we're told
He's in the field, He's in the room
His mercy is the sweetest perfume
He'll level our rough terrains
And open new supply pipelines
For us to gain access to our rewards
This season, come into His Chamber!
There was a time we were independent,
exporting energy out to the world.
Natural gas helped make us ascendant,
before the energy plan was unfurled.
Clean coal is indeed oxymoronic,
but our technology, better than most.
Nuclear probably is the world's tonic;
solar won't get you a night on the coast.
Shutting down pipelines, pleading with Saudis,
suspending drilling on government land…
With these pump prices, I'm getting rowdy;
time for the little guy to make a stand.
Putin? Darned tootin', he is an *ss hat,
but when I let loose, well, "Biden did that!"
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I'm driving the truck as little as possible these days, but $90 for half a tank of diesel is enough to bring out a bit of a rant...
In Kashagan
The silk road begins
I bought
An apricot
From a woman
wearing
A red shawl
Over her black hair.
A yellow dress
She was stunning.
Kashagan
Has the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is puny
And far away.
A new silk road
Is being
Constructed
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade.
that is ok
as long
as they sell apricots
*ring* *ring* (A Facetime call)
Mom: “Hey hun, what’s up?”
Me: “Well, let’s see..
“We have an armed law enforcement that’s scared of the civilians they police.
One political party so corrupt it’s no longer interested in serving the people.
Half the population ignores the one real power mankind has - science.
Hackers shutting down pipelines, schools, hospitals and companies.
News networks that are allowed to just make up lies as “news”.
Half the population that’s determined to be uninformed.
Social media is destroying the minds of our children.
A political party that encourages its followers to die.
A world that’s quickly poisoning itself to extinction.
Religions that endorse obvious liars and guns.
An economy that depends on our self doubt.
Foreign enemies manipulating our elections.
A supply system on the verge of collapse.
A party encouraging resurgent racism.
A badly neglected infrastructure.
Inflation starting to heat up.
A near endless pandemic.
And a rape culture.”
Mom: after a moment of silence
“Have you been reading the news again? You KNOW you tend to obsess.”
you call us refugees
how dare you
we're your casualties
we're running from your hells
how come it never rang you conscious bells
we're the Syrians ,we're the Yemenis
we know beards and burqas it's strange
strange as your drones and the bravery of being out of range
you'll never know what we've been through
trying to get to you
to tell you what GI Joe and his cronies do
you see we thought we're all humans
forgot you were silent when the japs tasted Truman
we don't want your jobs
after all we're not Samsung and Steve jobs
why are you avoiding our eyes
do you buy your MSM and it's lies
we're guilty of having oil under our feet
for you it's pipelines
for us it's bloodlines
you've been fluoridated
we're being eradicated
you and your deafening silence
Tamer Hossam
The merchant ship
The ship leaves Rotterdam
sail to the med, and through the Suez channel
into the red sea, the vessel arrives at an oil terminal
and all you see is pipelines storage tanks and sand,
then the ship goes back the same way.
The sea in its different mood can be lovely to look
at but after some time it gets boring.
Or a containership jam-packed with boxes that
load and unload I record time there is no time to go ashore
and explore. After a year of this tedium, you go home
and have seen nothing but oil tubes.
Plan B up your sleeves saves the day
When your main plan on its knees flounders
Your hopes and aspirations led astray far from their hope ray
In the midst of howlers and blunders
Plan B if better thought out
Better articulated
Bereft of the gout
Inherent in Plan A sometimes poorly insulated
From presumptions and assumptions sometimes too simplistic and unrealistic
Diminishing chances of hitting the bull’s eye
In a manner spectacular and fantastic
Straying in a cul-de-sac sty
Which Plan B benefitting from deficiencies of Plan A remedies
Clearing pipelines of hurdles
Sometimes engendering and yielding comedies
In the middle of girdles
Paves the way for achievements of Plan B
To work like a magic wand clockwork
Executed in a hive of a zillion bees at the majestic command the queen bee
Issues to get drones and other members of her swarm towards guaranteed success to work.
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