When ideas aren't too vivid,
feel the absence of clarity,
scatter despicable hypocrisy
into each howling wind;
dream only of greater things:
show disdain and be enraged
at uncivil behavior that stinks!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
into the howling, furious winds,
let them carry to a distant planet
further than the Moon, Saturn, or Mars;
save Humankind from this toxic dust:
deceitful tyrants deserve no pity!
Nowadays, kids don't have sound minds
with determined goals for success,
no excellent grades to impress;
their thoughts are influenced by demons.
When their jokes are arrogant and miss wit;
when their laughter is without delight,
it's a clear sign of an alliance that harms
their existence with a sudden obsession with disgust.
It might be too late to lay their path straight,
each effort can save them from a suicidal state!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
in that tumultuous sea
with raging waves and high winds,
it'll strike any shore without a dire warning;
let parents heed it and save their children,
so they can live life peacefully.
Not forgetting the natives
who there once held sway
the factories and farms
of the blue and grey
made the country
what it is today
but his untold minions
and one man’s say
may destroy the Land of the Free
known as the U.S.A.
One wonders, searching concept to reality; urge to desired dreams of paradise
Is man apart his own journey one runs, clarity of knowledge laid claim to evolution
Desires for peace meet by war fronts, innocent die like guilty evil predator walks
Amongst our soul just as life's breath
What is a man that he kill all light but darkness reigns death and destruction
World without love is a heart's tears, fallen to pains misery feeding our depths
Do we better journey which lie ahead, portrait of water color washable in mist
Lost being, like fog covered waters, rough sea devouring every gulp breathe
Is survival worldly or demise we fight in disarray
What is it we thrive that is not life, other than ourselves important priorities conclude
Achievable means to control uncivil hatred persistence
Among my being a flaw in design to beauty, chance find heart, a man apart from the rest
I also find peace, my last words laid to rest, untamed spirit; in search of Godly world
Roaring African Diamond, Rolling Thunder, Beloved Warrior—
Cotton’s Violent Cr-owner craving Tougher, Blacker Pickers
praying Brother, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers couldn’t recover
Delight, Comfort, Dignity, Respect, Fortune, Majesty… covered
Blinded Visions, Inhuman Vitriol flowing through Uncivil
Society. Grander Savages casting Shallow Shadows; Ignoble
Secrets. Darkest Templar, Limited Freedom belongs Nowhere.
Leaves flap in the breeze
From the tops of the trees
’Round the battlefield that
Rests just below.
Hand to hand
Sun to sun
We pass on the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
Brothers in arms,
Brothers in harm.
Slaves to graves,
Anger in waves.
People in chains,
Brandishing pains.
Blue versus Gray,
As families pray.
Hand in hand
Gun to gun
We retain the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
Blue takes Gray
North wins the day
Gun is aimed
A President claimed.
“Death to tyrants”
Words of violence
A man of flaws
Brought down by law.
Man to man
Son to son
We re-teach the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
A nation cry
A last train ride
Put out the fires.
Rebuild the spires.
What God hath blessed
Man has messed
Men finally freed
Lessons learned, time to heed.
Flags fly in the breeze
Surrounded by trees
With a thousand
White crosses below.
Man to man
One by one
May we learn the lesson,
That no war has ever, truly, been won.
It was a still day on the plains.
Then all of a sudden the rains
came followed by hot sunshine
we sat and slowly sipped wine
Then the wind blew dust devils
that caused lots of grave perils
up rooting trees along the plains
and blowing hats down the levels.
That dust devil was so uncivil
as it left behind a load of drivel
Rats and cockroaches
have moved to the country.
The city is overrun with unsanitary humans,
it needs a clean cloth to thrive upon,
not the dishcloth grime
of much degraded minds.
It is a disgrace, a black mark
upon an already uncivil civilization,
however, the rats and cockroaches
are vacationing and will not return
to the metropolis
until the trash in the streets
is sanitized of mankind's
indifference and lack of interest.
FROM A COMMENT TO ONE OF MY GOOD READERS/ Soupers:
"It's a blessing to have known Jesus through one's parents. I was 30 when I began to take Jesus seriously ("an acquired taste," for a Hindu nationalist). It's NATIONALISM - of whatever kind - THAT IS CAUSING WARS, not God/Jesus. Study wars & it's civil & uncivil causes will be connected with "ethnos" or ETHNOI, a la Russia & Ukraine, just for a current example of similar peoples fighting for their identities (and ego). They probably worship the same LORD and belong to similar denominations, would be my guess. Yes, material resources may be at stake, but if that CAUSE is paramount then you agree with the Marxists who believe only material/economic factors determine our humanity and behaviours.
shalom, shalom
I find it bemusing;
The sentiments some are choosing;
The language they are using;
When communicating their dissatisfaction,
With opposing political factions,
Whose personal appeal they find lacking.
So, I ask this my friends!
Examine what you say and pen.
Would you like this said of you?
Does it matter YOU believe it’s due?
Others may think you’re the back end of a mule.
I guess the question we all might use;
Does it fulfill the Golden Rule?
NOTE:
In 2022, Nelson Mandela's famed South Africa, sanitation STINKS especially outside big cities. Municipalities only burn diapers ('KIMBIES', in local lingo) as women & a few men walk the LOCATION (or townships like Newtown for mixed race, locally called Coloureds). But before daylight burning of trash & plastics, dogs tear diapers on every street. One fails to convince even educated people of color to wait for the weekly trash trucks, or for feeding the filth to the fires burning a few times each week. Instead we have the following senryu situation
II senryu from South Africa
Rain in slow showers
Feed bush, Nature, dirt-roads -
Mud white - gel, torn diapers
the orchestra played full volume in the theatre of her mind
thoughts and emotions vied for undisturbed attention but
her misplaced applause failed to settle restless blind screens
decoupages tapestries and fabrications of her imagination
whole movies and symphonies arranged on fast auto replay
spooled forward and backward until vision blurred into one
epic film tear of overload exhaustion and impenetrable void
hungry children
uncivil wars
deforestation
xenophobia
fission bombs
subjugation oppression marginalization genocides homophobic attacks
power money greed opulence decadence and seeming banality of evil
for the charade that life was she needed to close plenty of curtains
unveil at the same time what had been hidden behind a solid façade
when the cacophony climaxed in crescendo staccato and discord
she knew that her voice of conscience would lead her the way
03rd June 2021
A Mitsubishi breezes out of the South at Seven,
The North storming at Eleven;
The driver’s continual worrying of gear five,
The tires of the machine ever roaring alive;
In pyramidal slights of screaming passengers
Now-turned doom-alerting messengers.
It’s a driver clearly going bananas,
His remarks classically proving his uncivil manners;
Kano pedestrians openly mad at him,
Now and then attacking him as a team;
Fears that he ‘d been weaponizing his journeys,
Each murder charge circumventing with bribed attorneys…
Always about spillage of blood on a coal tar,
Which he had their bills settled in a lone bar;
The other day, all the passengers dead and cold !
Driver and conductor assisting ambulance told;
Only minor injuries to driver’s finger nails
And serious injuries to conductor’s toenails.
A new light is hoping to break free. Free from clouds
Marred in lies grey, an anger hovering. A golden ray
Enveloping and inviting, welcoming and warm
Rather than a darkness divisive and cold, separate and
Ignorant of constitutional rights and wrongs. Here to brighten a
Country made unclean by an uncivil war – a chance to
Atone for the sins of the father. To protect those unheard, unseen.
I come from a family of fishermen.
Mitchel 300 open-faced reels
Size 6 hooks, 10 lb monofilament line
Colorful bobbers and spinners.
Dreaming of bigmouth bass
and golden-sided muskie.
We cast over a thousand lakes and streams
I even had a subscription to a fishing magazine.
Now in this lost year of 2020,
The year of the Chinese rat -the mask-
police brutality and uncivil disobedience.
Not to mention the crazies released from prison.
Rioting, looting, and defunding (the peace)
My attention has shifted toward
38 specials-9mm Glocks and A.D.T
I have a subscription for a more serious type of magazine.
Draft an Article a den of soul slackers
No room for sanity humanity elected crackers
Uncivil ones to fail the civic duty pledged
Ride a rift split society - drive a wedge
Trail Trump slumping stumps winded carpetbaggers
Talking heads robbing hoods all cloak and daggers
Riding herd wicked turn charging alibi
Stuck off bicker batter were all gonna die
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