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Let all the woods your footprint bear

Picking imprints from everywhere,
Let all the woods your footprint bear,
Take off, nag at no rutted tract,
What if some rickety ways stare.

Throw to winds every needless care,
Let no head wind unduly dare,
Let the worse worsen, worst to get,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.

Mind not eastward you go or west,
If north, let not south ever jest,
Let no alien thought you attract, 
Let all the woods your footprint bear.

Root out doubts as you’d thorny weeds,
Walk, brave only to their hearts heeds,
Let eastern nor west wind distract,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.

Letting no stumbling blocks scare,
Sparing none any endeavour,
Pricks of no space-time interject,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
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Quatrain |14.11.2024|traveller

WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME

While there is still time
close your eyes and listen...
Even the silent
have something to say.
While there is still time
go to the ceiling, root out
the forgotten boxes
full of hidden memories and halt...
dust does remember.
What is important is that there is still time
the birds of your neighborhood
to rest from cutting air
because that piece of air is common.
There is little time
to make noise
and step loudly
because voice is heard
when strong   
and step when loud.
It's time to hear the unspoken
and come out of your memories
because you have been there for a long time

End of Palestine Foretold

And now, finally, the curtain is falling on Palestine and
there will be no Palestinians left to set free, erased from history.
March of history at its cruelest, a grand tragedy foretold,
by the misprints of victims on history's canvas, painting white on grey,
to the point of oblivion.  
If history was pregnant with an alternative, we may never know, only the end of line on this bus of history, with crystal clarity.  
History is a bastard tree drenched in blood, always groomed by the victors, with only marginal notes by the vanquished, like so many weed to root out with sharp blades,  beheading the hope of a nation.
Peace is nowhere to be found, gone for good, like an alienated neighbor travelling to distant territories, for self-preservation.

Apokaliptikus Deity

now i know the details of the creatures
who walked around the Earth department
I always acted with them in this movie
until the projectile I sent split the base of the pavement
and the shards mark this end
what is human inside them bids farewell
they sadly greet their fate and goodbye

yes, i'm here assuming i could have been better
if I had pointed out what is hostile and said this is it
let's root out what consumes stability
before they sink into all life puddles
because if I carried them in me without words
I know that the love of my silence would be enough
to create a golden age and forgiveness
but I only seriously look to the end of the sky
and comets do their part in swarms
soon everything ceases, look how beautiful this darkness is

Words and Lines

I search for lines, in vain, days, evening, night.
Stippled heads are moving along a morning rail station, and
Poetry sleeps at a stale corner without cover in this city-winter.
An institution, with awardees for research to root out pauperization,
Where in front of the main gate,
Poetry yawns without food, raising its hand and pulling erudite in the rickshaw.
Park, river-side, theatre, shopping mall, restaurant, museum and in the zoo;
Selfie, photogenic-faces, snapshots;
Someone in, Someone out from an "iPhone !."
And poetry winks at the bargain of
The hedonist with a street food vendor.
Then I burnt-out and
Search for words to describe you,
People in haste make their way,
Leaving me behind,
While I hear a million gongs rumbling in a century-old edifice;
Where the present is standing
Beside the door of a room full of the past,
Where lights and sounds lost their way
Amid layers of glass-walls and paper-pillars,
I find all my lines, somewhere there.

Let Us Life Be Colourful

Let us make the life colourful
piercing the gloom of heart and soul so's turn into bright
disrupting the sprees of bigotry ; stopping fight
which acts as sharp knife.
By spreading the morality of 
life.
Let them come where the stream of love 
has been flowing, end of all grief and pain
The air where the free will flow
and the humanity they will 
gain; 
I am bold enough to take a promise
to make the world wonderful and 
root out corruption and
brutality.
I will create such a world
where the monsters will not strive
each and all will be happy
dominated by compassion 
sympathetic enough to 
live. 
Peace and tranquility will flow 
in each and every field 
with the melodious tune of 
shepherd fife	
The end of the hatred and the jealousy
by my power and 
whip.

Crossing the Swamp

Crossing The Swamp

The enemy within, if unchallenged,
Will destroy the country to achieve power.
Singing and composing to deceive the innocent,
Spinning narratives to suit their agenda.

For them, the country is a tool to use,
To satisfy their selfish interests.
They hate Jesus, Christians, and Jews,
And curse the United States of America.

Boldly, the bowman poles away the ‘gators,
While the helmsman rudder’s straight and true.
Brave Trump, ‘Commander and Chief’ leads the troops,
Crossing the swamp to root out traitors.

By beacon’s light in murky waters blight,
Proudly displayed, ‘Old Glory’ waves,
As a nation prays for freedom from evil’s grip,
And the killing of unborn babies stopped.

Growing

Growing
                       As I catch Light
                As rays dissolve my fright
        As my soul dares the mighty height
       As I lend a heart and root out a spite
                As I ease pain into delight
                 As my soul gets refined
                        As I hold tight
                             Growing

Cogent Clues and Critical Cues

Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find

Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more

Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility

Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound

In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration 
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration 

When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.

Filling Oneself With the Lord

Living here upon this world of ours
we're inclined to fill ourselves to the full
things of vanity and much worthlessness
as the world says to enjoy it and be cool

Our natural self is so full of self
that wants only to be the number one
this world promises us so very much
but it can't fulfil what it says is fun

The only answer is trusting fully on the Lord
for He's the one that supplies all His grace
handing it to whosoever believes in Him
serving your master giving Him first place

Root out all that would defile you
so the Lord can fill all your space
then His spirit controls every thought
riding along in tune everything apace

Today's the Day

Today's the day, or so I tell myself,
That my apathy begins to wane
The day I forget who I've become 
And start my life anew 

Today's the day that I lock my pain away
Garnered by years of lifes' enigmatic lessons 
I did not want to learn 
Attending the school of hard knocks I did not enroll

Today's the day that I be brave 
The day I put my foot down 
To root out this melancholy
No more giving in or hiding in my own shadow

Today's the day I put my favourite mask away
My protector from inquisitive minds
For the more they question
The harder it gets for me to show my face 

Today's the day that I take control
Of my future, of my destiny 
And also my emotions
Those that have squeezed my eyes dry

I wish I could say that that day is now
But the sky is a deeper shade of grey 
My mind is foggy and unclear
Today may not be the day but that day will come

The Young Turks

I'm inspired by their bravery
To root out the truth and lies
To help the ignorant people
Tear the wool off of their eyes

I admire their fearlessness
To fight the blatant perversity
Of our corporate owned government
Despite all the adversity

They hold people accountable
They challenge the propriety
Of the sell-out politicians 
In our so-called moral society

They expose all the corruption
The fear mongering media conceals
By empowering us with the facts
And not the propaganda wheels

Some think that they're too liberal
Some think they're overzealous
These "some" are "the establishment"
And I think they're just jealous!

By Marilyn Hernandez

Dedicated to Ana Kasparian, Cenk Uygur, and everyone behind the amazing TYT Network, the only news I trust!

Sweat From the Young

This once soft hands sows the seed
in soil and sun on farm fields we deed,
lads like me sweat hard and we are a creed
each has a story that makes heart bleed.

away from study and play we work to feed
poverty stricken my toil is a dire need,
when all our deed yields to succeed
it fills the coffers of my landlord’s  greed.

Is there a pesticide to kill the poverty weed
a spray to root out the lack till we are freed,
this once soft hands and heart makes this plead.


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Pinktober 2

Me
A lump!
Why? 
How did it get there?
Please make it go away
I'm scared, I have to finish my shower so I can tell mom

Three days later I wake up groggy, vomiting, in pain, and much disoriented with one breast bigger than the other 


Mom!

Mom

They caught it in time.
The doctor found three lumps one on top of the other ready to root out
 
 
Why do you exist?

I address you with concern because I'm irate
All you do is create distress
I understand that you do not discriminate
You attack and destroy my body tissue

I stepped into the ring with you
And blocked all your punches
Now I need to get my rest to feel my best
To germinate, developed, and bloom like a beautiful rose that I am
I've lost a breast because you exist
I'm going to fight and beat you to the very end
I will never lose hope
I will celebrate each day

9/13/2015

I was 17, naive, and very frightened when I discovered a lump in my left breast.
I was very fortunate that they did not remove the breast if the cancer hadn't spread.

Sin Avoided That Obedience Is Perfected- Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Here we have in this 119th Psalm
the psalmist speaks of avoiding sin
so that reality knows obedience fully
when the living word is meditated in

Be careful to avoid every sin filled trap
having reverence for God's holy word
achieves for believers a deep respect
any other view is totally absurd

If our works are not holy
our obedience can never be likewise
so meditate biblically and continually
to root out all sinful lies

So follow Mr Spurgeon's wisdom
avoid sin so to pefectly obey
as verse 101 would teach
and follow your God all the way


I hold back my feet from every evil way, in order to keep your word. Psalm 119 
v. 101

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