RESOLUTION
If life goes rancid with sour taste
The time for action was long ago
A missed window of opportunity
One may challenge with impunity
But such purpose is all for show
And protestation is such a waste
With a case for early intervention
Resolve and clear focus is needed
Addressing issues when first seen
And working out what they mean
All faults to be readily conceded
Reciprocity is worthy of mention
Some difficulties are irreconcilable
They are however, in the minority
Either party can leave with regret
But not when parting isn’t due yet
There can be no assumed authority
Memories cannot be contemptible
But an argument for give and take
Supports the idea of a neutral zone
Where the elements of normal life
Can displace all unnecessary strife
Communicating in a balanced tone
Should leave arguments in its wake
Categories:
protestation, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
protestation, anniversary, appreciation, celebration, history,
Form: Rhyme
I have defined Meditation
As Prayer of Hesitation:
Time-Claiming Conversation
With Solver of Protestation,
Not Near Human for being Divine,
Though you might speak like you drank Vine;
Samuel-Seeking Faint Syllables,
Hannah’s Ear-Disturbing Babbles:
Eyes of one staring at nothing,
Lips tightly asking for something:
More charged than Prayer in Wattage
And by far fiercer in Voltage...
A Peter under lock and key
From Bars to be hanged on a tree,
Upon release Kangaroo Court,
Where they would him judge as long sought
And next face Herod’s Cold Murder,
When they have Guards given Order…
It’ll have to be Meditation!
In-The-Spirit Recitation!
Maximum-Level Quiet Time!
To Peter make Slippery Slime!
Categories:
protestation, christian, devotion, god, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Each May begins in trepidation
To darker grow each passing day.
My birth month never brings elation.
Each May begins, in trepidation
I move forth in protestation,
One more year to fade away.
Each May begins in trepidation
To darker grow each passing day...
Categories:
protestation, birth,
Form: Triolet
On Stopping Big Ben
Our bell is silent now;
Silence marks the passing of each hour.
The tower has no comment, makes no sound
Despite thirteen tons of primeval power.
Our bell is silent now;
The sun dimmed in mute protestation
The day it stopped, the day life turned
Into a sentence lacking punctuation.
Our bell is silent now;
It used to speak, same call to all,
No misunderstanding, no spin of truth,
Unlike those below in marbled hall.
Our bell is silent now;
Our voice diminished across the sphere,
Our orb and sceptre have played their part.
This isle now travels in hope or fear.
Our bell is silent now;
For four long years it will draw its breath,
And then exhale when hammer strikes,
To mark the tides of life and death.
Our bell is silent now;
Its tone and timbre oft in doubt,
Cracked and flawed like us all.
We’ll all miss his freedom shout.
Our bell is silent now;
Its silence diminishes us all.
As clods are washed away by sea,
Who does the bell toll for?
It tolls for thee.
Categories:
protestation, england, eulogy, freedom, political,
Form: Elegy
Commentary Notes on Peaceful Protest…
In the spirit of peace,
Patrick Henry once cried:
“Give me liberty or give me death!”
In the spirit of peace,
he was eventually granted his request.
how true it is---wonders
never seem to cease.
Where there’s peace,
there’s no need for protest;
there’s no instant
in this country’s history
where it has peacefully gone into war;
rather, consistently waging war
in the name of peace.
It is said that history
can’t be changed—repeated maybe;
emphatically teaching its lessons:
“Give me liberty or give me death!” So be it!
“No justice, no peace!” So be it!
So has it been in the history of protest:
peaceful protest by the oppressed
has always been responded to
with peaceful violence by the oppressors.
Nowhere in history—
has protestation between the oppressed
and the oppressor—ever ended peacefully.
Today, when the angered oppressed come face to face
with combat ready oppressors, peaceful protest ceases to be
a viable strategy—least we too, desire the fate of Patrick Henry.
Categories:
protestation, america, destiny, freedom, peace,
Form: Prose Poetry
My glasses flew in no direction
as your punches hit me with no restriction.
My jaw became your punching bag
and my face you gave many slaps.
The punches you gave me followed the rhythm of my heart
and I said to myself "I´m going to die".
I looked at you as you kept hitting me
and I said to myself, "no, it´s not him".
You pulled me by my hair like I was a doll
and I kept praying it would all stop
but then your punches followed
and my tears fell without control.
I tried to run away from you
but you pulled me back like I was a trash bag.
I defended myself with all the strength I had
and you just swatted my hands away like I was an annoying fly.
The next thing I heard was the scream of my tearing blouse,
the jerking of my fancy bra,
the protestation of my jeans you kept pulling
and my panties you ripped away from my body...
Categories:
protestation, abuse,
Form: I do not know?
Political Correctiveness
Republican Vs Democrat
Young man with a mind and a protestation unwinds.
Old man with bald head flying his sign .
There was almost a fight, but it was just summer heat in November.
No one was righter than wrong. Who has won?
There is no mystery to me.
The old mans affiliation was the sign in his hand.
The young man was fussing so obviously a member of the other
correctiveness political party.
He at least IS somebody.
Arguements keep untill elections are over.
Incumbents drink whiskey while losers just weep.
Who Won?
Sign painters paint the letters again on all of the doors of the offices.
After the voting is done.
Who Won?
Categories:
protestation, confusion, imagination, urban,
Form: Free verse