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the new morality

The New Morality

Trump has spoken, we get up from our chairs and salute, actually not. 
The fact is, we are tired of this endless war
That is economically viable for many, an industry of death
we do not see on the factory floor where weapons are made.
A morbid industry, many states need to stave off poverty and
unemployment. Weapons used are someone’s property.
We are backward, us humans we have yet to understand that
most work is not needed, give people money so they can go
climb rocks and go fishing in the stream, swim in the ocean, and
enjoy life, which is an interval between deaths. We have finally
reached the zenith of existence, yet we, for an outdated reason, insist
everyone should work till they drop. Relax, let the Middle East
find its own nirvana.

nethermost

rock bottom a euphemism at best
sunken feeling of a leaden balloon
deflated burst into shrapnel of fears

they say it’s when you stop digging
the circumference of the black hole
larger than your inflated Ego mania 

and then the trap door opened for more
the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive
what a life to be had or thrown away

a rescue team waited concerned and patiently
maybe they knew better than the protagonist
of his own demise at the crossroad of pain

philosophy studies had not prepared him 
nor had his grandma with her solid advice
lonely and dejected he continued to slip

out of reach even the abyss seemed distant
in dreams of death not entirely unpleasant
he understood that control was inaccessible 

letting God became the only viable option
reluctantly he considered faith and acceptance
grudgingly at first let go of selfish command

Viable Solution

I am completely detached from that situation. I did not play any role in creating the issue at hand. My focus today is solely on discovering a viable solution.

Why is there such a tendency to place all the blame on artificial intelligence? 
In reality, AI empowers us, providing both confidence and clarity as we craft our creative works. When we relied solely on paper currency, we faced the risk of theft, and then credit cards emerged as a safer alternative. Many people continue to voice their concerns, but I fail to see anything inherently wrong with embracing AI in our processes.

I recognize that for some traditional poets, the rapid evolution of technology can feel daunting and overwhelming. Yet, adapting to these changes is essential. I remember when computers first entered the healthcare field to assist in tracking patients' medications. I felt a wave of apprehension at first; however, I can now confidently say that this technology has been a tremendous blessing, making it much easier for me to capture my thoughts and ideas on paper."

My Tribute to Meir Kahane

   
     Meir Kahane, a visionary, warned us all
        Yet far too few heeded his call

     Labeled a ‘firebrand’ by all the elites
        His message understood by his enemies in the street

     He told the West, calmly, what it didn’t want to hear
        that Jew-haters' terror would soon have it quaking with fear

     And Kahane warned Israel, to have a viable Jewish state
        its Arab populace could not be allowed to spew terror and hate

     But Israeli liberals said Kahane was ‘racist,’ exiled him to New York city
        where a Jew-hater gunned him down in ‘90, a shame and a pity

     For now most Israelis see that Kahane was right
        terror unchecked has turned the world’s day into night

D Y S T O P I A

[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.]
[“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”]
[Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my solemn cries.]
[“A fate of malevolence albeit conduct--oh, love, abhor, equity seldom be attained.“]
[Is it merely viable?]
[“Or am I just simply insensate?”]
[Ah, break me free of the binding chains-- one of rectitude, the other loathe, as if there’s no point in between.]
[“Told of finding peace, tempted to defile, disequilibrium.”] 
[Why serenity remain beyond touch?]
[“Is it plausible to grasp?”]

A fate of dystopia.

River Reverie

An old Mallard dines alone
A memory on the edge of the flock
A weaker yet still viable member
An inattentive sentry
Sifting grey mud
Chasing soggy bread crumbs

The sun warms his weary wings
As the river draws him away

A Great Blue Heron nods G’Day

Is there a viable Communist party in America today

( I asked Google and this "Quora"  following)


"Since J6, the Republican Party has become the largest active communist group in America. Most Republicans have no idea what is and what is not communism, so they fail to comprehend that, in spite of their fascist rhetoric, they are promoting communism rather than discouraging it. With only a few exceptions, like Liz Cheney and Adam Kinzinger, “establishment” Republicans have given up trying to explain this to the base and have thrown in with the communists". - James F________* ~ Prof. Econ. - *________ State.


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NOTES: 

If this is not a joke then why can't I stop laughing?


Sincerely;
The Accidental Communist



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Breaking Point

Breaking Point
Miracle Man
3/12/2025

I’ve given thought lately that each person,
has an unknown breaking point.
Beyond which is felt, that just coping,
is no longer a viable choice.

Life is filled with obstacles,
that push many toward their endpoint.
Once breaking point is reached,
its too late to silence Satan’s voice.

Remembering a friend who took his life,
And suicide I would never anoint.
Though I never took a step in his shoes,
his choice has taken my reason to rejoice.

Optimistic Onnie

Optimistic Onnie was perpetually expecting
Friends and neighbors showered her with respecting
New viable ideas often occurring and interjecting
Onnie’s willing openness refreshingly reflecting
Conglomeration of talents beyond regular electing
Inspiring fresh dendrites to do a little more inspecting

The Story of Me and You

So many times I thought of you,
Only to feel like such a fool – 
Who was I to be thinking of you,
When I had nothing to offer,
No dream that was promising,
No hope that was viable,
No love that was conceivable.

So many times I thought of you,
Your kindness, your smile
The way we talked for a while.
But, even then, I surely knew
I couldn’t hope to understand
All the reasons, all the plans
How many things were holding me back
From taking your hand – I won’t pretend,
It was a hard place for me to comprehend.

So many times I thought of you
But it would be years
Before the feelings were secure,
Before the music wasn’t blue,
Before the story was more than true,
The story was almost new –
The story of me and you!

Eyes Facing Forward New Year

A lot can be said, on the subject of future events
Stock market numbers measured against

Viable companies, yield plentiful profits
CEOs heels grind into the shoulders of giants

Progress is steady. According to plan
No matter the outcomes for creatures or man

All that we see has been staged and well versed
Politicians demanding answers in rhetoric,  rehearsed 

Much can be changed in the way we perceive
In a world forcing science, as a means to believe 

Happy New Year!

My Searching Friend

Good news, my searching friend!
Your many questions have come to an end
The answer your Creator know.
Your mind He blows,
For it's not that hard,
Not found in a psychic nor a card!
It's been under your nose 
As sweet and beautiful as a rose!
For thousands of years 
He's seen mankind's tears.
He wrote and protected the Truth in a Book.
All of love and history it took. 
So study the Bible
You'll see it's viable
And we can sit and talk awhile
Till all you have is peace and a smile!

Unsent Letters

I’ve written a dozen letters 
to my ex
all were from the heart 

But the judge says, ‘no!’
… I am forbidden
so the letters will remain unsent 

You see I tried to be loving
dashing them with my cologne
and doing smiley faces and hearts throughout 

But she loves me no more
and has me restrained from
being her love once again

So the letters are smeared
with titanium tears 
and the words are hard to read

But the prose comes from my heart
each line chagrined with chaos 
tempting to recover what we once had

Dare I? Do I?
Place these letters in the outgoing mailbox 
so her weary eyes can see our once true love…

is viable again.

Leota wants to learn the Minnesota Charm

Leota stacked her new books in a fabulous little pile.
She was thrilled with their freshness, it made her smile.
Finally at university, she could figure out the Minnesota charm.
It was reputed to invisible-ize people, so what could be the harm?

She flipped through the table of contents, wanting to find the page.
Minnesota charm is no longer viable. She stared at this in rage.
Surely one of these professors could teach it to her though, right?
She asked every one of them; begging with all her might.

It is forbidden, Professor Doolittle said. Do not ask again.
Leota witch went on a starvation diet, and got rather thin.
Why didn’t you ask me? Her mother said, when she got hospitalized.
I did not think you would know it, Leota said, totally surprised.

Her mother taught her the charm and she uses it all the time.
So if someone says they did not see you, please never mind.

Satanist Seeks Conservative Aid

There is a movement amongst Republican ranks
in The United States Congress, regarding the
the absence of religion in schools, and its
herald revival, like some Bible Belt Tent
-- minus the tambourines, being it is
The Halls of Congress -- after all.

In the wings awaits assorted
groups whose numbers had 
enlarged, recently, due to
liberal channels, and that
is not of recent long ere
the days of backwoods
racism, --not all guilty
be the righteous few.
It's as if my, 'White
Lies' short story
-- resurrected.

Satanist sides with
the right wing in
hopes, it seem
they've filed a
proper docs.
to be a type
viable sort,
of faith be
admitted.

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