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Unity

Where a system incarcerated to a belief, that the belief in a thousand is only as good as in one,  standing in unison never folding, divided is a weakness in which we have none, the shade in that valley gets darker the deeper you go, the shadows ain't your nightmares it's just on the road, were not the evil you fear but the reckoning of your reckless cast out of your sight, In the dead of the day we're coming for vegence, the rememberence of souls we will willingly collect the stipulations of propositions we willingly neglect, kneel to the shadows as we remain standing, bow to the worthy the original sons, bow to the mighty the original ones, vengeance know no peace till the until the wicked are done.

Who Let The Dogmas Out?

Reason rests upon faith
I am not into fideism
I'm not a fan of the Enlightenment
Or a Cartesian  prison
Mr. Naturalist if you please
Show me where laws grow on trees
Or where numbers hide
And propositions are seen
So you believe what you see
Has anyone ever seen
An abstract entity?
Unbelieving scientists
Obscure and fudge the truth
All the theories they've put forth
Drowned in primordial soup
Liberals say anything goes
Then attempt to condemn a belief
That's as silly as a kleptomaniac
Claiming not to be a thief
Existentialism
Seems appealing
Equate God's thoughts
It has no meaning
Thinking God's thoughts
After Him we are commanded
In chance and luck you'll be stuck
Leaving you intellectually stranded
So how do we account for counting?
Is it antecedent steps of doubt?
When we experience epistemological self-consciousness
We can ask "Who let the dogmas out?"

the streets

Sun on the ground, warm on the bottom. 
Heat from the bricks. 
In that moment troubles forgotten.

Winter rain brings misery, soaked to the bone.
nothing dries, you still cry.
Never felt so alone.

Stranger propositions make you feel as worthless as can be.
Sins a plenty offered.
Can anything be sold for a fee?

The kindness of strangers is not always what it seems.
A price never expected to pay. 
but you say you're living the dream.

Let me be your helping hand, clarity and scope.
The signpost and navigator.
The warm embrace of hope.

Will the president be in truce?

Will the president be in truce? 
Shahid Qadri

No. Not the chair, table , the sofa set , the shelves, these do not belong to me
The tree, pond, flowing water only these
Hair, chin, curvature, knees, these are not mine
The yarning of the lover duo, sketched through the manifested silhouettes , gradually
Will the president be in truce of my propositions?
With the graceful poem, the subject , with a poetic hue, will this be an influence on its own
To have a motive, toward the end?

Neither the march past, the cannon ball, nor the military intervention
Only the flower beds
The prime minister, cabinet minister, international helping committee
Only the vowels to rhyme - with or without, belong to mine.

American Revolution Reaffirmed

Our Revolution sought limitations
On imposition of regulations,
But supplications met deprecation
And castigations not reformation.

Such condescension sparked protestation
And contemplation of separation;
This supposition stirred apprehension -
A premonition of confrontation.

But, declamations and remonstrations
Spurred agitation toward Declaration,
While provocations and deprivations
Steeled resolution for liberation.

War's prosecution, through execution,
Forged dedication for recognition;
Its culmination brought dissolution
And vindication for aspirations.

While extrication brought satisfaction
States' acclamations lacked definition.
This Federation showed imperfections;
Low validation forced redirection.

Deft composition penned Constitution;
Strong propositions scored affirmation.
Hence, generations find inspiration
And preservation their obligation.

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Tell all the people yet to come
Democracy is what we chose;
Their mission's goal: protect it from
All foreign and domestic foes.

Imagist Mvp Flint

Ekphrasis tribute to and inspired by imagist-F S Flint

 musical rhythm of vers libre
in a sequence of concepts 
&propositions
 recording impressions 
clothed in beauty.
instinct over thought
independent of form 
cadence lyrical expressed
where emotions 
   are the driving force
in
 harmonic flows
 of nuanced  length
&breadth

The Happy Seasoning

Thousands of students of decades
Across the nation, 
Have loads of issues with grades 
And lack of motivation.

A retention to learning,
With parents calling 
And graduation rates falling.
It's beginning to be so concerning,
That teachers even notice,
These kids aren't learning.

The propositions the school has given,
Halted the adults' beliefs they thought they knew.
School psychologist’s are anything but driven,
And their inadequate solutions are simply untrue.
 
The great idea has bestowed upon me,
And this hypothesis has been churning.
Without concern for the students I can see,
This will prove the best of your earning.

A new substance has reached the market,
That will prove me right.
LSD, Cocaine, and Meth will hit the target,
So cook with all your might.

Gracious children run freely in the halls
Now happy and cherishing all their liberty,
Can finally succeed and jump off the walls.
The teens will finally use all of their ability,
If you even have the balls.
Their improved grades are a certain probability
All until the last one falls.

Running

Magic, elastic. Propositions, fantastic.
Learning, diverting, adapting, deserving. Fanatic.

Overclocked

What must it be like to be male? To live with an overclocked metabolic system that’s always on the lookout for brazen and unmistakable propositions - like a smile or a "please pass the salt."

I mean at times we all have those feelings - primitive as oil -  but not the constant, fast forward, high density need that males seem to live with.

It must be like wrestling a trapped demon..
. 
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*this piece is supposed to be a slight exaggeration for comic effect - a satire*

Trauma

“joy or pain, neither seek nor resist
vaporise to become, a bliss mist”

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Turbid storms in realm of duality
Inevitably will bring to us pain
Fearful contractions mar serenity
Unless fickle ego, to rest is lain 

Pain bemuses whilst joy hypnotises
Either way unstable is our fulcrum 
Truth being life is full of surprises 
Trauma we feel, ego residuum 

Interim measure, hypnotic healing
Wherein one thought displaces another
With thought polarities thus rotating
Attention deflected, pain we smother

Neither suppression nor sublimation
Both propositions are inadequate 
Ostrich syndrome not the solution
For how many fears can we thus placate

It is not trauma then but our response
Determining state of our consciousness 
Thus, looking at identity askance 
We shift into calm silence and stillness 

An open heart is all that is needed 
Receptive to divine love magnetism 
Unbound if ego urges receded
Each node within, joyous sensorium

Awaken now oh hermit, from slumber
Enjoy this movie, with childlike wonder

06-December-2020

(syllabic rhyme)

Sputnik and Other Vaccines

Sputnik and other vaccines 

The pandemic is a time when humankind is attacked nations should work together. Instead, it has become
a business propositions.
Who will sell the most vaccine (not necessarily the best)?
Who makes the most money for the Pharma industry?
And not the cost to the people who need it.
In an article in the Guardian several pharm/chemical 
industry and to my amazement the Russian vaccine called
“Without irony” Sputnik was not mentioned, here politics 
enter the stage while we wait for the ending of this scene.

Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
you hang there judging wide and tall.

From a nail and wire thus restrain,
suspending my gross appearance to reveal my shame.

But beyond the folds, crows feet, and moles
there is a place you cannot behold.

From beneath the blood and beyond the bone
are concealed adventures and propositions unknown.

by,
Martin Braun
6/25/2020

Bribery

vixen ...
it defies sense
that such fetid phrase
and coarse, careless curses
can drift so dourly from plump little bows
perfect, pouty, chili pepper lips
dripping with dangled prepositions
and dangerous propositions
so, love ... what wish?
what shiny champagne-notioned bauble
will twist that naughty purse
into a sweet, sassy ...
yes?





~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Strand Pick 2, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

Societys Child

Society’s Child

We’re the children in the shadows,
battered, broken and abused!
We’re your neighbors,
we’re your conscience!
We are raped! We are bruised!
When we cry out do you hear us?
Does it matter what we feel?
Does your apathy protect you
from our miserable appeals?
Preachers, teachers, politicians,
doctors, lawyers, rich or poor,
all your promises are empty
when our suffering is ignored!
All your laws and propositions
only candy coat the truth
of the countless hideous crimes
perpetrated on our youth!
In a world that’s always changing,
child abuse will still remain,
if you cannot feel our hopelessness,
if you do not feel our pain!

Unnecessary

all the rivers come together in the sea
certain rules of the game
are you gonna break it?
unnecessary try

all invalid propositions were in fact absent
but they have been revealed
what are you gonna do?
unnecessary interfence

all the ends are the same
you were late to notice
why are you surprised?
unnecessary reactions

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