They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
The poet apologizes to Donovan
Thrown like a fly on the wall
It's sixty years since his last call
Who would have thought we would see
The ending of democracy
When will the Hurdy Gurdy Man, come singing songs of love…
Not learning from histories past
Abdicating power fast
Self-rule is not certainty
Despots don’t serve humanity
When will the Hurdy Gurdy Man, come singing songs of love…
Cosmic Vibes and Self-Love Jives
Amid cosmic whispers, stars sync up tight,
Universe unfolds, a colossal setup, alright.
Galaxies kick back, in a groove so cool,
Like the cosmos saying, "Yo, embrace self-rule!"
In the cosmic quiet, a self-hug takes place,
Planets spin like they're in a cosmic embrace.
Nebulas bloom, hug the unknown so tight,
Self-love's on full display, blowing up the night.
Colors splatter the cosmic canvas, no cap,
Self-love legit, like a cosmic map.
In this vast space, a mirror does appear,
Reflecting love, kicking fear out of here.
Beyond the stars, deep within your core,
Self-love, making the universe adore.
In those silent beats, a cosmic dove,
Whispers the language of self-love.
When you tell little ones, "Stop taking all the toys,"
then you don't watch to see if they obey~~
when you instruct your school-age girls and boys,
"Stop now. Do chores and homework before you play
more games and talk to your friends," but you never
check to see what has actually transpired~~
when you give kids a curfew but you aren't ever
aware of what time they get in, proving they aren't required
to stop coming in late~~when they won't stop being mean and rude,
and you say, "You're grounded," then the next day let them go,
do, and spend as they please, proving a stinking attitude
is no deterrent to self-rule, you're under their thumb~~this, they KNOW.
THE FALLEN
BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
Once there was an explicit country,
Full of world's complimentary
So called "INDIA"
Soon came a gloom,
Bloomy was rule of britishers,
Theonomous world of cruelty,
As a beast of burden, came the freedom fighters,
Thousands of sacrifice to give us self rule,
There came the bit dust of world War II,
Numbers were infinite in grave,
Yet might not save the world,
Japan turn's towards us,
Yet a misgendering act of crips,
Added a blessing in disguise,
'THE DO OR DIE' movement
Clings my mind so deep.
It's 8th August 1942, a day to be remembered ??
A solitude speech of mahatma
Blows a fair play and ignites great minds.
So rise the question of time,
Where do our warriors flew?
What dose make them so ambigue one?
There lies the beautiful truth, that
Warriors are within us.
This eleventh hour of India, lead
A death sentence to colonial rule.
REMEMBERED AND REALISED AS THE KEY OF OUR "INDEPENDENCE TODAY"
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool,
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
Ego controls thoughts, so we’re ill-advised,
Body hormones rule, our instincts cruel,
Bemused by illusions, fleeting goals prized,
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool.
All hope seems lost, feral lust’s our fuel,
Though conscience speaks, as God Himself disguised,
We heed Him not, behaving like a ghoul,
Senses externalised, all objects sized.
Hypnotised by thoughts, our soul’s paralysed,
Chasing rainbows, we continue to drool,
Game of shadows leaves us demoralised,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool.
Discerning cause of pain, as pulse dual,
We cease thought flow, that ego’s vaporised,
Thoughts reassigned to their role as a tool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
In timeless time, God within’s realised,
Heart lotus blooms, revealing soul’s jewel,
In-form polarities are stabilised,
Our free will’s liberated for self-rule,
Earth life, a hard school.
05-June-2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Independence
In search of freedom, many braved the high seas,
Needing to flee the chains of their home countries.
Desiring a fresh start in a far-off land;
Educating their children to understand.
Plymouth, Jamestown, Hampton, and other such sites;
Enduring hardships, attacks, and other fights.
Now viewing self-rule, like Paine, as Common Sense;
Declaring to England their independence.
Early clashes at Lexington and Concord;
Not shrinking from gunfights or edge of a sword.
Claiming patriots’ victory at Yorktown;
Earning a U.S. republic, not a crown.
Blackwater tide
no longer functional
blemishes of toxins
Frankenfish contamination
environmental risk, insomnia spurs.
In and out thoughts
Mind-worry cycle of self rule
in free flowing confetti that won't anchor
No streaks of mindful grace
Never one with the stilled darkness
Only splintered images of disappointments
stacked like packing crates.
Unable to count sheep
(too distracted by their calm cud chewing).
Prayer for the dispatch of quiet's mind
To barter all for a drug to quell wakefulness
Relief from restlessness in mind numbing news
over making wrong choices
my fall through the sky.
Powerless to erase a brain script of failure,
to know a measured response to love.
Smack the pillows again
A beating in progress
None the softer
for brain waves
on cushions of letdown
soiled by secrets.
Poem revised January 21, 2021
A Pretty little Lark, my Darling was,
Who cheered each one she met -- humble intent!
Whose Way was Love, her Harmony, unbent
By any Path, Belief, Doctrine or Cause
She stilled my heart, the lovely little bird,
By singing children’s songs, and Sunday School
She taught, to bring tykes discipline, Self-Rule
And called it sacred work, to keep one’s word.
_______
2/18/2019
Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city
Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey
The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic'
Many say on departing "one day I'll be back".
Molly Malone can be seen, with her wheelbarrow
In busy Grafton street that's so bustling and narrow
The silvery grey water's of the river Liffey
Flows right through the city and into the sea.
Busy O'Connell street with its giant spire
Had troubled times with the sound of gunfire
The spire now stands where Nelsons column stood
A reminder of British rule that's now gone for good.
The symbol of self rule the G.P.O. stands
So peaceful now all you hear is the bands
The Halfpenny bridge is a wonderful sight
Even more impressive when lit up at night.
So come on over to Dublin, do come and see
Do indulge yourself, with some Irish hospitality
When the time comes to leave after your stay
You'll promise yourself to comeback one day.
16 May 2018
Created brink of poverty's role
a Eucharistic pool of drool
abomination from a fool
incriminating from self rule!
Discover Faith, the sainthood tool
and rediscover self, God's yule.
No celebration need extend
or bow to legacy's pretend!
A soul's conflict with space extend
and so decipher, what we've been
to belly up, we miss the trend
of going further, losses tend!
As looking back, mistakes contend
while roads of glory ~ brighter bend!
Created brink of poverty's rule
a Eucharistic pool of drool
abomination from a fool
incriminating from self rule!
Discover Faith, the sainthood's tool
and rediscover self, God's yule
no celebration need extend
or bow to legacy's pretend!
A soul's conflict with space extend
and so decipher, what we've been,
to belly up, we miss the trend
of going further ~ losses tend!
As looking back, mistakes contend
while roads of Glory ~ brighter, bend!
Independence sought freedom's key
Nonetheless freedom was not free.
Demanding equal voice and rights
Equality was met with fights.
People paid for it with their lives
Ensuring liberty survives.
Neighbors committed to self-rule
Denounced foreign reign as cruel.
Each tax was a knife to their throat
No subject had the right to vote.
Courage, followed by bravery
Expunged indentured slavery.
These darts of love fly from our eyes
Adrip with passion's poisons clear and sweet,
Our aim that of another heart's defeat,
Its mute enslavement to our sighs.
Love blasts holes of unexpected size
In our defense; no wall will be respected.
The briarbarbed fence of self-content
Is breached, and trampled, with perspective.
Passion paints its fell directives
To our sniper's scoping of the front,
That field of victims fair,
To take down and devour in the hunt.
The wounds of pride will bear the brunt
Of soft assault upon stern self-control;
Desire stabs the shuddering soul
Until its thirsting edge grows blunt.
Thus we conspire to murder our sleep
While surrendering self-rule
To serve another's purpose
As captives of the deep
Dungeons of our needs, and keep
The key clutched tightly in our hand,
Afraid to lose the sweet ache of love,
Loath to let complacency sweep
Devotion from the stage, and weep
The loss of desperate, mutual need
That grows within, that intoxicant weed
Of victorious love we rush to reap.
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