Short Arbiter Poems
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The voice of my enemy,
the loudest of truths
With death as the arbiter
—to win or to lose
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Time
the ultimate
arbiter
of good and bad
Time
the final judge
and jury
— of right and wrong
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
This was our family's saying,
"Lost something?" they're braying,
"Look in the bin!' family motto,
Arbiter of stuff, the rubbish grotto!
Faith …
the capacity
to believe
Belief …
the odyssey
of proof
Proof …
the embodiment
of reason
Reason …
the arbiter
of truth
(Beaupre: October, 2023)
Hearts on fire
Over heads that sire
New couple on the double
Every action becomes triple
Yearning for each other's hand
Maneuvering who has a better hand
On truth or consequence
Or Games of the General
No arbiter is allowed... just being real and literal!
Person crying and weeping for freedom
Roasted in the lonely cell of criminality
In seclusion from the family, friends
State being the arbiter and mercy-monger
Often kept for pleasure of a few
Never allowed to enjoy all that’s enjoyable
Ever living with stigma and fear of society
Reasoning is a taboo even under hellish pain
Good and evil are born out of perception
Right and wrong are determined by rules
The finality of truth and falsity resides in belief
Justice and Injustice are the preserves of a selfish society
Absoluteness is utopian
Perfection is a trait of metaphysics
Every action herein is but hypothetically temporal
Divinity is the final arbiter
XIV.
Come now before thee vested only in Equity.
Arbiter for non-save the spirit of the Doctrine.
Upon which that is inscribed upon the foundations are intrinsic.
Immutable and indelible.
Say now what cause exist to bar those that supplicate to thee.
Be not deaf to thine supplicant’s.
Avert not your gaze.
Before you subjected to thy query.
In resolute prayer.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
Comfortable within her skin
And the secret contained within
For Death - that final arbiter -
Had claimed others, but not truly her.
In the silver light of a swollen moon
The death that "took her far too soon"
Was, through malfeasance, thrust aside
To a wolf's howl she began to rise.
Brought to nether-life once more
She is a new recruit to the unholy war
That has been fought for millennia:
The Dark Lord will make good use of her...
I wished once more
and once again - until
greed became guilt and
guilt became shame.
Who, pray tell, is the arbiter
of my insignificance -
the keeper of my
contemplations...
Does my conscience bear its weight
upon the souls of others?
Petty impertinences ... that
pile one upon another, until
they're no longer petty -
instead, a pity party with
no invitees nor RSVP's,
just the echoes of
yesteryear's resolutions...
Enjoy being young, the downward
rush of seeming omnipotence; too
soon the flow, inevitably will slow,
and then, the upstream paddle –
enjoy being moist and juiced...
before the creak and the rattle –
although youth may seem an
unfair battle at times, with challenges
insurmountable, often one pleading
for a divine arbiter, old-age reveals
the true tensile of character – and
the worth of a trying journey before the
welcoming gurney –
"Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion" - Jim Rohn
You believe
you're much taller than
everyone else
when you're standing next to me
on your tippy toes.
It's no secret you weave
a glittering tapestry of lies
every so often,
yet you anoint yourself
as the arbiter of truth.
You still believe
that your reputation
is unimpeachable, despite
your litany of improprieties;
come back to reality!
Call yourself obstructionist
Who blocks a popular bill
A Democrat, I think not,
From West Virginia still.
You, the arbiter of right?
Your constituents starving,
Coal companies pay your dues
Pharmacies in your pocket,
Stock is the name of your game.
Publicity you're craving
Run for the presidency!
Observe just how far you get.
written January 24, 2022
[A Welsh form usually employed to
praise or deride a well-known
public figure.]
silence can be
proverbially golden
when cracks appear
patina can seal the fissures
and cradle what is left
once speechless bubbles
make reason and sense
until the arbiter of emotion
glows from the dark
peace emerges
from quietude and honesty
as alchemy turns falseness
into precious verdicts
little birds start talking to a rainbow
in between picking at the worms
of time and growth
the albatross is set free
His language is spontaneously slang with slavish saliva-
Watching beneath his own tooth’s.
What more can he appropriately appreciate when he is left with the tongues of a toothless bull dog, missed up in an unfulfilled destiny.
What is left for him to know is locked up yet again in an unknown destiny.
The ocean is wrapped round in circles of stupid destinies- watered and washed in Liquids of the dead sea; the final arbiter of death.
Fooled and unfilled is what he turned into- 30 years ago.
reconised as one of the greatest harpsichordist
his sonates for flute and harpsichord remain
an attractive part of chamber music repertoire
with six string symphonies he had written for
baron von swieten and arbiter elegentium in vienna
music by cpe bach is often listed with a reference number
from the catalogue of his works by wotquenne {wq}
Bach, Carl Philipp Emanuel
1714-1788
Can find his works at
Classics online .com
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