A proprietary hold on God,
religion does proclaim
Defining what we know inside
our souls will they reclaim
The Cross or Torah, Buddhist lore
each ritual decries
What can’t be owned or scripted pure
through centuries of lies
Divinity a birthright deigned
for those who search to find
What God embeds in every soul
—that structure can’t define
(The New Room: May, 2022)
Children
are
Sole proprietary concerns of all mothers
Mothers
are
Partnership concerns of all children
is your own every shadow
who is eyes
proprietary which lie
when was proven
the fact that you need to ask your
why have we never heard of it
Is the right proprietary,
is eloquence ordained?
Who gets to decide,
who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric,
the critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry
—whose blood leaves a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Fame means part of you
Maybe all of you
Belongs to someone else
Someone vicarious in their intent
Insatiable given their adulation
Proprietary,
Eschewing personal risk or harm
Watching from the comfort
Of either praise or blame
They claim your soul like a
Racehorse
When you win their hearts
Leaving your memory abandoned
—when dissident odds prevail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
With the quickness ...
unprecedented corporate rise
Fabulous omni-view sky work space,
immune to boardroom gossip sickness
Poker-face negotiator disguise ...
keep the key competition guessing
Do the necessary background homework,
anticipate any proprietary lies
Next gen capitalist with no corruption trace ...
squint the inside of planetary councils
Logic sequencing of managerial decisions,
investors' hugs are a burgeoning dividend embrace
Lawyers love the legal byzantine thickness ...
corner the market on low g orbital gear
Warp expansion of the company's political assets,
explains how a lowly rock hopper ascends with the quickness
Is the right proprietary?
Is arrogance ordained?
Who gets to decide?
Who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric?
The critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry?
Whose blood has left a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Life is my broken soul only time can fix it and it will. I will not allow myself to become weak but only stronger, with what I endure, I will, Will come out on top, not only strongly more profound but possessing with great intense than before, what God has created for me in his mysterious ways, like the Sweet Angel Princess that I am! With my new strength I claim with proprietary, courage, knowledge through wisdom I've been taught and stored not only deep in my mind but deep into my heart, and most of all the never ending passion for not only whom I've become but where it has come to me. In Faith I Believe and In God I Trust Time Will Give the Power to Heal the Life of My broken Soul, Opening it Into a Higher Passion of What it IS.
I can't believe that he could claim
A poem by Edgar Allan Poe,
Titled as is, but with his name!
That is plagiarism, we know!
Wallace Stevens, Stephen Foster,
Thomas Moore, Sir Philip Sidney,
Famous authors whose works are here-
Posted as this guy's poetry!
Plagiarists steal written work,
And thrive with inadequacy.
Their minds are warped, there evil lurks,
They're crooks, that is seen quite clearly!
When someone would post as his own
The writings of well-known authors,
Then to the whole world he makes known
He's a pathetic pretender!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.27.16
Note: Plagiarism is the "wrongful appropriation" and "stealing and publication" of another author's "language, thoughts,ideas, or expressions" and the representation of them as one's own original work. It is "intellectual property theft" . ---"It’s robbing people of their ideas, inventions, and creative expressions—what’s called intellectual property—everything from trade secrets and proprietary products and parts to movies and music and software." (Source: FBI-www.fbi.bgov/about-us/investigate)
Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head.
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air,
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a
cricket who begins to sing. The world
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory.
It's a Water Dog thing.
for my granddog...
"Free Verse Rhyme"
As we lose serpent protrusion(carnality)
The mind’s illusion................................................................................c. II Thes. 10-12
By God’s allegoric proprietary, ` Hath
love alluded unto that which protruded
Even as mind `hath bequeathed
The entry into shadow of death
Now through the renewing of the mind
`Doth recede the time line
For to cure all natural ills
As into new body we fill
From the very vile, we file
Into innocent child
So very meek and mile
`Tis a holy child
Thus into unity we file
To fill Love’s child
Thus leaving the vile
Mind of a child
Not so mild
“Wild child”
For `tis God’s call
Humanity climb this wall
The wild’s call
`Tis the wall
Leaving the vile behind
As we develop Love’s kind
For `tis by Love’s nature
We win life’s wager
For as the mind leads
Parasitic greed, has needs
And `tis always the heart
That mind bleeds
10-24-09 [email protected]
(Chance Operations)
Twenty long contemptuous years;
A myriad of monarchies
Bargained wickedly …
Bloody warriors ~
In crimson swells;
Soured proprietary wealth…
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