to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
Gaza is a burning house,no end in sight.
Diplomacy is a water moccasin .
Israel maims their victims- a horrid plight
Bitter is a rank lime ,this war a no-win.
The Nerthus folk shout Gaza is not right.
Benji's far right politics surely a stinking sin,
Stop the maelstrom Now !Give peace as an olive branch
Benji's war talk to Congress -he is such a liar.
Biden sends troops to Isreal to fight.
AntiDems and the 'cons both conspire.
Risk is a slick road- its American might.
Palestines anger is a raging fire.
No Gaza cease fire that is in sight .
Judgement is Lady Liberty-comes for all
The guilty combatants finally will fall
Stop the maelstrom Now !Give peace as an olive branch
I spread the news using X and Substack.
I am just one man. I do the best I can.
I spread the news using Tribal too .
All of Humanity could stop this fire.
Either all live as one State with equal rights.
or as two States equal else perish together.
Stop the maelstrom Now !Give peace as an olive branch
Theres a gathering in Britain now, the concerned are active
They are determined and how.' To show to the world a
Healthy example.' In the balance is all freedom this is not
Just a sample.' The eugenists genocidalists are going to
Meet real faces, real humans; out active.' On swiss streets
Just well balanced humans, many intelligent and clever.'
And scoros can't buy them out 'thats from never to never.! Lets
Just get our minds, active and apply reason with logic.'
Alsol I think they won't let us down!!) As they bring this time a tonic!
All the proofs and writings, all the records of it to switzerland!
These warriors are sound! Though some facts will leave you soured, for in 1975 I have found.)
Gypsies could be' held as the slaves of any Swiss person
Check it out.' Read the Bible counter and count the lies' they are
Spreading to the world, no more falseness or running its time.' decide!
Pray! 'and to stand is the solution, and all' spread the news!
Wide and far.' Be prepared gather, to hear the (One voice) air some
Views.!
Through whatever, means they are proofed? Are they are getting tested?
I offer you' take the time; and freedom to choose.!
Help is not easy to find
This world is cruel and so unkind
You do not know where to go
When you need someone to show
Some kindness, love and compassion
We need someone to start an action
Of love leading to one more
Will someone open up the door
Unlocking hearts so far and wide
As all the caring deep inside
Escapes into a world so cold
Warming it up with a hold
Of a hug to tightly squeeze
The bad out, there's no need
For all this pure and evil hatred
When did the world ask for this
We all have to find a cure
For this earth--making it pure
Once again before we lose
Let's find a way to spread the news
We'll work it out, its not too late
No need to argue or debate
This topic needs to be addressed
Let's settle for nothing less
Last eve's sunset wowed
for it held a million hues
as night stood waiting.
Reds and plums, hailed fading blues
Orange and pink spread the news.
I took a photo
of scarlet sun of my heart
in midst of tango.
A prelude to faint starlight-
in time's pretty pause.
Arise o compatriot, Nigeria's call obey
To save her from going astray
Stand not aloof this is our Clarion call
Spread the news like you'll for a casting call
We're in for an urgent rescue mission
This isn't the time to debate religion
If we must forget about our crevasses
To have a great Nigeria without impasses
For this urgent call it's time to raise our voices
Nigeria is at the peak of many impasses
You've held many vigils to save her from attacks
In coming election let's make ourselves God's battle axe
Why would you want to sell your conscience
For those who only care about streaming in more affluence?
There's a time when silence is golden
Not this time that we should take our baton to save our barren
Its now to question
It's now to dicuss
It's now deny
Any hold over us
By the spawn of
The unconscionable
The dregs of the dregs
The descendants of
Misfits septic as pus
Unacceptable beings
Being devoid of true
Soul, lovers of gloom
Who live as in holes
Like spiders in Webs
They only can kill
If their dens are not
Cleaned out; nows
No time to be still
It's time to be active
Spread the news all
Around , their agendas
Have lost it, Humanity
Is taking back ground.'
U.K. Tom picked a nasty grudge fight
About his much over-lauded Marmite
He got testy and bossy
Toward Deb, the kind Aussie
As he envied her fine Vegemite
1/4/22
It begins at an apex point,
a hand that’s reaching down,
a dove flies freely below this,
above a divine crown.
You all know what King’s sitting there,
in white robes and halo,
the sun comes in the morning
though shades of molten gold.
The cherub angels fly by Him
above the fallen Earth,
stars on blue like a fleur-de-lis
are speaking to His worth.
Below are the well-known figures,
the twelve who spread the news,
one with curved staff, one with keys,
and words you hear in pews.
On her knees is an old mother
with glory of her own,
clad in blue and violent robes,
the things that she has known…
Behind them all is a tall cross,
letters I. N. R. I.,
a symbol of the sacrifice
they say redeems our lives.
Around it patterns quite complex,
flowers blue, red, and green,
a vernal cornucopia,
rebirth is what it means.
Made by men death a thousand years,
speaking through centuries,
reminding the cynics out there
of the need for beauty.
And though faith still exceeds our grasp,
brings questions to our minds,
you can’t deny that it creates
works utterly sublime.
The timeless tension, shores up the marriage.
To work in tandem, like horse and carriage.
For when yin meets yang, there's an endless dance.
A battle of sorts, with a shield and lance.
The nights' long rule, the master of sleep.
Takes flight of desire, before the great leap.
The concept is sound, let us spread the news.
Of a mans' return, wearing godly shoes!
M-arch twenty-fourth Friday
A-ims to spread the news;
L-et the burning beacon
O-pen your birthday's
U-se.
B-eautiful morning light
E-ndorses a fine weather;
R-ugged wind with chill
I-s beginning to get better.
S-hadows pass you by, dusk comes to an end;
O-ne night has expired, sun starts to ascend.
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
They're not fictionist.
This is so surreal.
I have something to reveal
Dragons do Exist!
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
I think it's a big deal
Because we coexist.
This is so surreal
These creatures have a magical and historical
Appeal.
Dragons live in South Africa, Indonesia, India,
Philipines, Malaysia, Southeast Asia, and in
Tropical rain forests in mist.
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
This is a big ordeal
I had to spread the news. I couldn't resist.
This is so surreal.
How do you feel?
To know this is not a gist.
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
This is so surreal.
The things we hear, the things we say,
Are often not really meant that way;
For often some will say in jest,
Things that shouldn't be said at best.
Often when people are tired or upset,
They'll fuss and fume and grumble and fret;
And others will use the things they hear,
To feather their nest and themselves endear.
They take out of context the things that they hear,
And repeat it to friends and cohorts and peers;
So remember when someone complains to you,
Unless it will help, don't spread the news.
Keep to yourself what you hear others say,
For it all will come home, back to you some day.
Mayhap not today, tomorrow, next week,
But trouble comes back, it's maker to seek.
Like the salmon who swims upstream to spawn,
Or the tides ebb and flow at moonrise and dawn,
Trouble will seek out it's own birth place too.
Make sure when it does that it won't seek out you.
The Lesson of the Chicadee
The Chicadee has found the tube
Of little bird seed, then
She flew away to spread the news
To her flock to feed.
To share her joy with
Her friends in need.
An old photograph of old, faded time.
A capture of life with many vibrant colors.
Some cherished in heart, some long gone
Shades of time dripping on white papers.
I know, this world was never meant for
A dreamer. Wasted life on a wishful try.
Truth comes in much, much harder ways.
Cascade of truth has a painfully deep cry.
I could still wish, only to convince a talk,
I fancy a silent observation will not harm.
Some surreal tunes never to fade in time
Even if a world could change the norm.
And I was thinking to make a postcard
only to stick the old photograph there.
And I witnessed a butterfly on the grass
To spread the news in this morning air.
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