Loved by the many within their own state,
Loathed by the few who agitate from the gate.
A pattern repeated, a tale overplayed,
A judgement delivered before facts are weighed.
To the in-state, a father – steadfast and wise,
To the out-state, a tyrant in disguise.
A chronic affliction the Middle East knows,
A fever that silently festers and grows,
A contagion now Africa silently grows.
From Iran to Yemen, where old embers flame,
Through Libya to Uganda – the script stays the same.
From Burkina Faso and others whose names fill the scroll,
Branded rebellious by powers that patrol.
To more nations yet named in the fray,
Rebellious, dangerous – so headlines will say.
Declared by the US with sanctioning tone,
Echoed by the UN from its towering throne.
And others who gather where verdicts are spun,
Crowning a villain when politics is done.
Condemned in chambers where distant flags fly,
While praised at home beneath their own sky.
Rest in Peace: Ali Khamenei, Muammar Gaddafi and many others.
Bounded by honourable hearts
Delicious dreams gravitating the mind
Gleam sunset patching life with brightness!
As autumn rain effectuates its pledge
While stars evince my inner desires,
I do believe.
Gazing at the blue sea reinventing itself
Advocating serenity in my path
To unearth calmness of life
I do believe.
With ecstasy and cheeriness painting my journey
Beauty of the earth gracing the eyes
Diluting grief to nothingness,
To stimulate me believe:
There are notable forces in life than hopelessness…
There is a rationality behind every drop of rain,
Love waiting out there,
And that I do believe.
When I perceive peace pledge – peace…
Starry sky hiking with confidence,
As I journey beyond the woods,
With adoration sanctioning the love of someone
Ancient mysteries concealing themselves,
Glowing recollections salvaging my delight,
Faith capturing the vicinity…
Sanctioning misty rains to grace the occasion, while….
Succouring me recoup my optimistic moments,
…. I do believe….
Id
greedy, primal
starving, seeking, clamoring,
impulsive, wild, mild, deliberative,
prohibiting, sanctioning, tempering,
sangfroid, equanimity,
Superego
Nestled with the glittering elements,
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms,
drifting like arctic embers,
towards cerulean twilight skies,
beyond frost covered pains,
littered across glacial clouds that linger,
swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of
topaz teal stars,
enveloping my cobalt soul beneath your
cashmere caress—
we behold the wonder of an
opulent crescent moon,
cradling our kismet love, in
vows of our balsamic destiny, ever
sanctioning icebound purgatories
buried deep in our bones, in
flurry feathered snowfields,
guiding our
souls back home to our halcyon hereafters,
where I’ll sit throned as the
queen of blizzards,
wearing a crown of bleeding splinters.
Where are the medicine men and women we could always trust
Have they all disappeared turned into dust
Replaced by snake oil salesmen dishing out pills
Hear the ringing of their over filled tills
And the despot leaders who elect themselves
Spoon feed on lust,greed,deception
Glorifying themselves with royal reception
Raping and draining the citizens who had no say in their election
Where are the surgeons to perform their dissection
Where is the democracy in picket lines in choosing between heating or eating,
Sanctioning your own citizens all based on a lie filling their minds with fantastic illusion
And the bear doesn't care.
Spend your time with great joy
All available skill, you deploy
Reveal to the World your mind
Where solutions, let them find
Never worry, instead feel happy
Regard life as a lovely trophy
Follow contentment always
Take to the Lord your case
Move with the World wisely
Tell them your goal precisely
Waver not dear in your action
Let your act bring satisfaction
Supply to the World happiness
By sanctioning peace in surplus
Love all and guide all shrewdly
Tell them soothing words loudly
Trust humanity without vanity
Strive for development of unity
Degrade not anyone for error
An Angel in all you discover
Extend support by being a friend
Lead a perfect life till life's end
God will come and give solace
He will heal in inscrutable ways.
Once such a threat leads to invasion
Steps must be taken to combat their actions
Time for the world to retaliate against
Reasoning was clearly never on the table
And for that, the sanctioning of sanctions
Collectively some countries have delivered
In today's world, not one person should threaten
Strength in numbers in the political arena
Eventual cessation will rise from within
Delivering a cleansing for alls tomorrows.
We all make choices in life:
sometimes, it's the small
seemingly insignificant
little things that can corrupt the heart
and assault the soul:
or make a positive difference in someone's life.
We try to shore up our convictions
using alternative facts, logic, pride, and hubris:
and yet end up fortifying frustration,
anger, and contempt.
For we're all human,
sharing the frailties intrinsic to our species.
No one is immune to failure,
and some have stumbled and fallen
through the cracks,
living in the shadows of life.
No one wants poverty.
And yet, it thrives all around us.
The city’s reaction to the homeless
is unapologetic and stern:
fueled by scorn, as opposed to love.
And society's deafening silence
speaks volumes;
sanctioning policies
lacking in compassion and understanding.
Our choices define us.
Some reveal humanity's heart,
while some sully humanity's soul.
Written By: D. Collins 6/20/19
By starving the people, we're hoping they will revolt.
But, that may not come to be the end result.
Those same people may see us from a different view.
Through the eyes of malice by us appeasing the Jews.
We went even further in draining all of their blood.
Sanctioning any country that tried to show them love.
It is downright cruel to starve the whole of a people.
Killing economies for no good rhyme or reason.
What if all sanctioned countries started teaming up?
With something in common for coming after us.
To starve the whole of a people just ain't right.
Go after the players, not all human life.
If we play this game it may have the opposite effect.
As that of Louie the 14th and Marie Antoinette.
If sanctions don't work should we "obliterate" them?
All on the word of toupee wearing white men?
Why boast,What stirrs you?
Thou with thy couple.
Sanctioning the earth,
Blowing apart all dearth.
Slaying wastes and dust,
Pouring venom to have eyes rust.
Distracting the earth of her duty,
Breeding in beasts fury.
But though has no fruit,
Even Cannot conceive is your couple:
The thick mist above giving you guts,
Both of you flee before him in rush.
Just came to make noise,
And in jiffy,gone is their voice.
-The wind and cloud without rain-.
18:01:05:15:52
Jack Frost, Old Man Winter
hibernation not allowed
a camouflage of mask
and cloak, a guise that is
only window dressing
as I wander through
my wintertide.
This season in my
life passes at a crawl
naked branches lost love
of a granddaughter I
will never see much less
stroke or snuggle, through
my wintertide.
I’m detached from her
by blizzards of space
and estrangement
that haunts me, plaguing and
sanctioning my love
for this innocent, through
my wintertide.
When will I see her again?
How long can this winter
last, these are questions
that chill me to the
bone, frosting my heart
which will never make it though
my wintertide.
The Truth is in his Actions
Yes, he was raised a Muslim
knows what "Death to America" means
His puppet man John Kerry too
lies with him, so it seems
Very good at playing dumb
just think if it were true
You could sell him almost anything
a (Nuke deal) or a screw
He'd be releasing tons of cash
yes, (reopen your account)
With his pen, he'd write a check
just tell him the amount
He'd compliment you on your choice
to make a big decision
That you'd supply "Inspection Team"
I'm sure that was his vision
Only Country in the world
that's sanctioning Iran
Now oil flow will really go
Obama, is the "Man"
Through eyes of all the Middle East
most terror groups at large
Are funded by Iran itself
Khamenei is in charge
One day there'll be a Legacy
a Statue? It could be
It's facing towards America
who might that Statue be?.....
High heels like peacocks on stilts
Eyes piercing like porcupine spikes
Bear heavy mascara like war paint
Lips so red like they’ve never been kissed
We suit up for the show down
The wardrobe mirror decides the crown
Our sway leading the way
Our e-goes leave the driveway
To jam the payroll en route the freeway
As we carve a niche along the concrete pathway
Dark sunglasses for added couture
Style galore in ‘Mzazi fosho!’
These are high stakes
The fashion police issue hefty fines for any mistakes
Sanctioning you off the fashion calendar
No points for ‘colour blockin’ and poor posture
The isle to the photocopier becomes the runway
The city streets become the fashion highways
New Year’s resolutions good or bad,
Eat less, exercise more, so much to subtract and add
I am determined to be me, full of tenacity
Though some may be apt not to agree
I am not in the habit of making resolutions
Year after year with no solutions
As the habit of making plans, of criticizing,
Sanctioning my life is a daily event to behold
Everyday something new will have to unfold
But here we are almost out of time
At the 12th hour the bells will chime
And new beginnings will start
I hope it brings someone close to my heart
Sacral veil that shrouds bright hopes, dark fears
Screening altar that christens so deep a bond
Scrolled with the innocence of carefree years
Sacrificial shutter signifying all self-serving interests will abscond
Separating from the corporeal ties that correspond
Shade shielding truant desires from the dawning light
Mantle that merges burgeoning stems into fertile frond
Curtain hiding fawning beauty; maiden's honor not to spite
Mysterious tapestry woven to purposely slight, then seemlessly delight
Universal symbol sanctioning fealty, consecrating fidelity
Satin awning whose placid eaves opprobrium doth disquiet
Temporal cloth lifted; two souls span the bridge to immortality
Ceremonial threads relegated to the scrapbook of blanching time
Cherished patent that spawned a new love in it's prime
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