Eps-spine..Is a serious condition' currently afflicting
The white house, and many world
potentates..Aquired due to close proximity to the
Walking death ( most commonly known')
As epstein jeff..I am afraid.? No.! Pleased
To diagnose' removal from drugs; radical surgery, by laser if
Required? Also, denial of access to social
Media platforms for all affected, immediate removal of funding, coupled with exposure to Biblical
proportianal purging regularly.!
Maybe also? a two year stint in sewer
cleansing? At citys of the incumbent peoples choice.? With a review at the end
And re-employment if they have not learned to a sufficent standard, and the
Same if they have proffiancy.' I beleive that they would un-derstand that rationale?
So i'd employ it to reduce any chance of
Trauma.'
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow that had painted itself
In the colour of a big bird to look masterful, they became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief that they could
Take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war, a million other birds killed, who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance, looking like a carpet
for kings and potentates.
From Eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
to get the big crow and the preening sparrow off their territory.
The crow flew home, and the sparrow took a bath to look common.
It did not help the sparrow; it had done the crow´s bidding,
was shunned, and had to fly from suburban gardens to another
and sleepless sit under a bush.
Buoyed up by the syntheses of the past,
idyllic murals of green hills open paths
to a healing truth.
What say the brown camels of Casablanca
to assassins nursing festered wounds of
new Karma?
Yesteryears recline on the shoulders of
a greying age, chanting songs to a
departing future — quicker on the heels of potentates.
Drums fade atop lonesome, hollow-crested
landscapes, accompanied by the invoked,
naked past.
My mother and father never wavered in their routine. After each one of my siblings sprang into life, my father sat on the porch and spit ‘Day’s Work’ tobacco juice down his chin while my mother snapped beans, hummed softly, and smiled. Even throughout the years, as old friends passed on, they whittled and spit or hummed and snapped. As one-by-one each of their children found lovers and moved away, they remained steadfast. They refused to yield to sorrow. They paid no attention to poverty. They ignored the propaganda of government officials and world potentates. I can’t help but wonder if they ever had dreams of city lights and all-night diners; of drive-through this and 50% off that? Did they fantasize about having a dollar in their pocket, more meat on the table, or just being able to visit a doctor when ailments became more than home-made remedies could fix? Or were they way too busy to worry about such things.
Change those things you can
Don’t worry about the rest
Take life as it comes
Whether you are a red state or a blue state,
A Dictatorship, Socialist, or Democracy;
Let us be clear about one thing.
Although it's clear that some man-made
systems are decidedly better than others,
Let us be clear about one thing.
Kings and queens; Presidents and Potentates;
Even Religious States posing as theocracies;
Let us be clear about one thing.
It has been said that all rivers lead to the sea.
But if it's UTOPIA that we are longing to see,
Let us be clear about one thing.
Not all roads go there; not even Christianity.
No political or religious system goes to UTOPIA.
Christianity minus 'ianity' will take us to UTOPIA.
Yes, Christ is the road or the way leading to UTOPIA.
In my humble opinion, UTOPIA is where THE FATHER is.
031524PS
The world is changing in a profound way,
through the exploitation of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists who destabilize:
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
There is a call of the night.
The lantern throws scattered light.
The windswept voices calling.
From on high stars are falling.
A wandering silent street.
Where the darkness and light meet.
Time gears the merging of fates.
The ruling of potentates.
To bring about the great ones.
The parts shadowed by the sums.
When love no longer knows pain.
and the sun shines... with the rain!
date:4/16/22
Petrichor perfumes the air,
storm violence unleashed;
the force of raindrops on the ground,
the heat of lightning in the street
cleanse earth’s stagnant atmosphere
and primal fragrance is released.
The greens of spring are radiant,
polished malachite and peridot;
each tree dons a gemstone crown,
a reigning verdant king or queen,
country and urban potentates,
with flower followers at their feet.
Copyright March 6, 2022
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
in the colour of a big bird to look masterful became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief they could
take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war a million other birds killed who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance looked like a carpet
for kings and potentates.
From Eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
to get the big crow and the preening sparrow off their territory.
The crow flew home, the sparrow took a bath to look common.
It did not help the sparrow it had done crow´s bidding
was shunned and had to fly from suburban gardens to another
and sleepless sit under a bush.
“Make love tonight as if it were your last
Then hold your youngest; memorize his face
Next time you see your sons, years may have passed
Hold fast to moments time tries to erase
“Our lion-hearted king calls us to arms
Tomorrow morning at the dawn’s first light
We leave our families, our friends, our farms
To free imprisoned warriors, we’ll fight
“Crusaders chained and whipped by potentates
Are aching to view England’s shores once more
So bring your lance, a battlefield awaits
Our native sons are what we’re fighting for
“Four hundred strong, we’ll cross the moat at dawn
A checkmate’s in our future, king to pawn”
*September 9, 2020
For John Lawless’s “Warrior Sonnet” Contest
People voted for chaos:
democracy is struggling.
Worldwide ideologies lean far right:
dictators, potentates, and tyrants rule
unconstrained by any semblance of law.
Our youth don't know real war:
nor what their fathers fought for.
Politicians sell fear, packaged as hope,
through accusations and false promises,
till the downtrodden elect their jailers.
Like sheep to a hungry wolf:
weak minds are easy pickings.
I've lived in a bubble of misplaced trust;
out of touch with the anger of our youth,
ignoring the homelessness on our streets.
But bubbles pop over time:
and illusions, get exposed.
Aggressive nations are pushing for war
and allies align, as they've done before;
fueled by pure propaganda and greed.
I hoped I’d never see war:
but, I fear, one is coming.
By what perverse mental capacity
Does the bully gain satisfaction
In administering agony upon another
By what human deficiency
Does the dictator righteously believe
Their dictates should circumscribe a citizenry
By what delusional misconception
Does a people follow in obedience
A potentate’s decrees of servitude to state
By what level of constitutional dismantling
Does “We the People” have to be unglued
Before our comrades vote to remove potentates, dictators, and bullies
LANDING
Big Brother's eye
beyond the sky
Saw it not sneak nigh,
round valley and hill,
gripping necks at will;
No Global Hawk, Predator,
Brigadier, Mirador,
nor fortress and tower high
Could site it here or there,
abridging lives to spare.
And as providers
keep a busy head
on their insecure daily bread,
even as they watch
in dread for the toll
on the new day's scroll;
And as the white angels contend,
with the Reaper's octopus hand,
And as old earth has to brace
For the Reaper's hasty pace,
Behold the mighty potentates
Of every creed,
of all Palace and House,
of every rank and race
Now kneel before Great Leveller Covid
and, on their clayey knees, plead
with him to spare their crown or mace.
Mohamed Mansouri
Tunis (Tunisia), on 14 April 2020
Russia has indefensible missiles
that can carry a nuclear warhead.
And climate change triggers bells and whistles,
for future predictions look bad, filled with dread.
Kim Jong-un has built a nuclear bomb
threatening to nuke the United States.
And ISIS kills in the name of Islam,
thriving in the shadows of our misstates.
While the free world’s led by President Trump,
allies are insulted and potentates kissed.
And the market's heading into a slump
that's sure to place poverty on this list.
Today’s spicy news bits are food for thought
should these fail to frighten, I’ve got a lot.
(Sonnet)
Jan. 3, 2019
A Moral Sonnet
A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
In the colour of the big bird to appear masterful became
Good friends as the both suffered from bombastic
Self-believe and they make a pact to kill the ageing eagle
And his brood the did and by doing so killed millions of lesser
Birds which in despair turned and pecked each other
The sand became rubicund and from a distance looked like
A carpet for kings and potentates
From the eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
To get the big crow and the pretend one, off their land
The crow flew home the false one had a mud bath to look
Like common sparrows but is of no avail the sparrows that
Had danced with the crow was shunned and travel from
Country to country and is sleepless in expensive houses-.
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