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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2020 22:45:44 GMT -6
This is why we live
Is there a reason to live?
I used to think there wasn't
But for some reason I survived.
Do I need a reason to live?
I would need a reason to not live.
But as I take time to be alive
I find the joys in being alive
If not for the simple act of being,
We would never know what love feels like
Never know what it means to care for someone
Or what it's like to be cared for by others
Isn't that what life is about?
Life was never meant to be battled alone.
It was meant to be spent with friends
Family, pets, and loved ones
Who else would we point to the open blue sky
To watch with as the clouds go by
Or scream beside as we watch TV
Or cry and hold when life gets hard
Why else would we have the power to see
The power to hear, the power to speak
Why else would we have these arms to hold
Or hearts and souls to love?
We need not live just to prolong death
Or soulmates for a life worth living
There is love in every corner of the Earth,
no matter where you find it.
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Post by aims on May 2, 2021 1:52:04 GMT -6
"There is love in every corner of the Earth,
no matter where you find it."
None who could have designed it
Would ever, ever, have maligned it!
Only the ignorant and short sighted fool,. . .
Would ever be so stupid or cruel!
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Post by anirbas on May 12, 2021 22:23:55 GMT -6
stupid or cruel
choose your weapons
start the engines
of mass destruction
release the crows
set loose the hounds
humankind's ignorance
will ignite the fuse
of the hungry conflagration
that will burn round the globe
leave nothing in the aftermath
save a frigid nuclear winter
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Post by aims on Jul 10, 2021 1:35:58 GMT -6
"Frigid nuclear winter"
nothing left to burn
The horrors humanity does earn,
Simply because too many refuse to learn!
Hurling our world toward
destruction
Regardless of the wise instruction
that they only spern
Or use for their ridiculous lies construction!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2021 19:38:13 GMT -6
Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap
Ridiculous lies' construction
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Incredulous words' destruction
Hammer, nails, screws, sails
Kill a whale, build a wall,
Build it up to burn it all.
Nearly four billion years ago,
something strange did happen.
By some unspoken miracle,
something came from nothing.
From one, to two, to ten,
From a hundred, a thousand, a million years
To billions of years gone by,
Every piece on the planet came together
to the way we see it now;
every piece of matter on Earth,
to exactly where we are today.
Yet in between the time of old
and far before our stories told,
something else did happen in
this strange and unknown land.
Before my great-great grandfather's time,
before my brain existed
There were a group of people
who so thoroughly insisted
It was their right to claim this land,
and the lives of the people in it
And all the crops and trees and flowers,
all would be stolen with it.
Every language, tradition, and rhyme
Which was not their own, was to be taken;
suppressed, killed, punished, and eaten-
The monstrosity of men unbeaten.
They did this once, and twice, and ten
A hundred, to a thousand, to millions of times,
to billions of people, in every age
With each new tool of destruction strengthening their rage.
They know, I do not own a memory of a thousand years.
We are just people who live and then die.
And each new death, memories forgotten
Each new death, a lie may be spoken.
For if we do not remember our past,
and if these words would be my last,
then anyone could choke them up,
and paint a pictured something else.
And if no one would care to remember,
the words of my life would twist into ember,
until the only thing left of my life
was the remains of someone else's lie.
This is why we must remember
Record and preserve the lives of our past
Honor the traditions of every people
and resist the lie from the killer's mouth.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 16, 2021 21:22:26 GMT -6
Harbinger!
CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!!
"And if no one would care to remember,
the words of my life would twist into ember,
until the only thing left of my life
was the remains of someone else's lie."
This piece has both a melodic feel and a jarring beat of urgency to it.
Enjoyed the read, immensely. Read it three times. Good to know
you've been running through the halls with us!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2021 22:22:18 GMT -6
Harbinger! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! This piece has both a melodic feel and a jarring beat of urgency to it. Enjoyed the read, immensely. Read it three times. Good to know you've been running through the halls with us! Thank you anirbas 🥺♥♥♥💖 |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 4, 2021 23:47:21 GMT -6
resist the lie from the killer's mouth
especially if you're way way down south
in Dixie Land if you're black brown or female
of any age you learn white men run this town
hark hark i say i say boy did you hear me
better not look me in my eye step to the side
when i walk by i am a white man better than you
voter's rights hell better learn your place
girl i say i say that's my god damn uterus
i will make you carry that baby your daddy
planted in your twelve year old body
why why hark hark because I said so
freedom means nothing in the once upon a time
land of king cotton unless you're a white man
even in this day and age racism hatred power
are venerated idolized fascism the newest old trend
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Post by artolmaeus on Sept 13, 2021 23:57:43 GMT -6
are venerated idolized fascism the newest old trend
Jews write the liberalist liberalities as if liberty were a crime
and somehow hatred sells the most, and demands one more dime
for such is a thing to see, when all the hens have been rousted
and their eggs, one by one, cartonized
and packed just cute as a little button,
the rooster does not care for these, crows just the same
and oddly just keeps operating
for it is his only game
and ring a neck or two, and serve them on a plate
someone always pays a triple price
on the commodity of hate, the rest of us protest
fair is fair if fair is fairly fared
someone's getting fatter
someone's getting richer
many times the one who say loudly how they care
oh, somewhere there's a lottery, where only few will win
and for the price of pride and prejudice alike
the rest will have to take it on the chin
call it what you like, or what you will,
it is a bitter pill, the righteous have the sinner
so the penitent can pay the bill
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Post by aims on Nov 30, 2021 14:20:30 GMT -6
"the penitent can pay the bill"
You know the ones the truly guilty want to kill
We are discouraged from alone climbing the hill
Lest our Minds get a fill
Of a truly autonomous thrill
Of suddenly knowing our own minds
Not being someone else's codicil
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Post by aims on Mar 25, 2022 14:00:41 GMT -6
"Not being someone else's codicil,"
a late-comer, an afterthought, a murderous eyed interloper, is a better feeling to have been loved and included from the start, ah well it warms the heart!
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Post by artolmaeus on May 21, 2022 22:13:35 GMT -6
the last testament was promising and it was written with skill like a handstanding violinist in slapstick vaudeville but the lawyer was reading in every word there in verse and his schemes he was scheming and his aim quite terse then he had the money and maybe the last laugh and I returned to the shelter because I needed a bath (I loved the use of the word codicil, it is a rare word, hardly used today, but it was really cool, that is, your way...it reminds me of the old feudal law, it is still in existence, quite much but also, never saw.....and a rich, rich word for all that is left, and really, then, it is only payable on death)
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Post by aims on Aug 12, 2022 7:09:42 GMT -6
"I needed a bath", but no water to be found;
though I looked high and low,
really all around!
Scorched was the earth
fire in the sky
is it time for me
to just lay down and die?
Why not is the answer
that echoed in my brain
there's no chance of rain.
Last left alive,
if you could contrive
alone on scorched Earth
what's that life worth?
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Post by artolmaeus on Aug 26, 2022 5:51:33 GMT -6
"why not is the answer". Oh that is good. I had so much hit me with this one, however, it is convoluted. I will have to revise this once I distill the mash down. I play around with comparative religion and oddly, Anton Lavay hit some curious things in his "Satanic Bible" in the nine laws of earth, but the handling of solipsism also springs a lyric from a nine inch nail lyric "there is no you there is only me". Even the state of the Judeo Christian nature of GOD has elements and then Dante's inferno. Your recent post goes all over a field and even more, what to do when you are there.
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Post by Cat Plant II on Dec 22, 2022 18:16:24 GMT -6
What's that life worth?
That's the question I ask
As I'm staring down
A creepy crawly
Beetle-like creature
Unidentified
On my wall
Scuttling upward.
I know I could kill it,
but what even is it?
As the answer turns out,
it's a good thing I didn't
I'm glad it's still living
I trapped it in a cup and gave it
To the beautiful outdoors
This bug, you see, was no ordinary thing
Or perhaps it was, but not to me
This bug's identity
Was
A
STINK
BUG
Oh! The horror!
The terror it would be!
Had I not had the wisdom to set it free!
If I had squished it, the whole world would see -
Or smell -- The terrible stench that was caused by me!
A terrible oversight that might have been
To release a thing so foul.
But luckily,
I made the right call.
Even if it seems small
A little grace can save us all.
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Post by anirbas on Jan 29, 2023 14:24:43 GMT -6
Clap! Clap! Clap! Cat Plant! This is awesome. Loved the twist.
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Post by phantasm on Mar 25, 2023 15:55:24 GMT -6
A little grace can save us all If we were just willing to give some As well as take some.
You don't need to rearrange your heart, Just move a few ideas, feelings and commitments around to make a bit of room. Just a bit of empty space that grace can move into and fill.
Something like that would fit the bill.
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Post by aims on May 21, 2023 6:31:59 GMT -6
"Something like that would fit the bill"
but it's against the law to kill,
the man who did something lewd to me against my will😡
It wasn't harmless,
It wasn't good natured,
It wasn't fun.
He deserves a bullet from a gun,
But I'll settle for a voodoo doll,
And what he'll get if he has the gall . . .
To do one single thing further toward me! . . .
I'll give you a clue. . .
It won't be to do what he wants me to!!!🤬
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Post by aims on May 24, 2023 21:14:40 GMT -6
"It won't be to do what he wants me to"
When I combat him . . .
using voodoo!
A pin in the head,
a pin in the heart,
a pin in between where the legs start!
I do not fear him,
but he should fear me.
The curse,
the voodoo,
we'll just wait and see!!!
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Post by phantasm on Jun 5, 2023 12:43:55 GMT -6
We'll just wait and see
how the past and the future confront one another time marches on but people can't help but look back at where we've been
Are we walking into a future we really want? That's the question.
Answers are created when the past collides with the future.
Like watching a school bus turn onto the highway, but flying past the wrong way sign A collision is inevitable
The question is, what will the debris field look like?
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Post by aims on Jun 7, 2024 12:37:51 GMT -6
What will the debris field look like after the next election? Will there be folks fleeing a democracy that has died with the election of an aspiring authoritarian dictator? How long will it take before the scales fall from the eyes of those who by their vote for him have thrown democracy on the trash heap and ushered in the reign a selfish narcissistic maniac who doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself
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Post by aims on Jun 7, 2024 19:57:42 GMT -6
"It won't be to do what he wants me to"
When I combat him . . .
using voodoo!
A pin in the head,
a pin in the heart,
a pin in between where the legs start!
I do not fear him,
but he should fear me.
The curse,
the voodoo,
we'll just wait and see!!!
I was, until recently,a CNA; at that time working in homecare. My patient's adult Son (just a side note big fat bellied grand father),somewhere around my age, I was 63 at the time; he came to visit my patient on Mother's day when I was on duty, with his wife,they were getting ready to leave and his wife had wandered over toward the stairs going out, he got between his mother and wife and me blocking their view,, he went to shake my hand and scrabbled my palm really hard with his middle finger, I tried to yank my hand away and he clamped down on my wrist with his other hand and wouldn't allow me to pull my hand away,that's the disgusting thing he did! and yes I reported him to the agency but that was their biggest best paying account, so I knew they wouldn't do anything about it, but I told them in case he tried that nasty disgusting shit with any of the other women on that assignment. |
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Post by aims on Jun 7, 2024 20:52:00 GMT -6
Who doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself??
Sadly there are too many that fit that description, but one of them will destroy our democracy if given a chance, and just BTW, there are a hundred other reasons to be disgusted by him but let him be his disgusting self, as long as he doesn’t have his criminal fingers on the pulse of our nation in a death-grip chokehold!
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Post by aims on Jun 8, 2024 12:10:57 GMT -6
In a death-grip chokehold,
Lady Liberty,
eyes full of tears
that a mob of those sworn to uphold her
were out to kill her
to please a selfish madman,
an aspiring authoritarian dictator.
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Post by donnabarber on Jun 19, 2024 19:52:48 GMT -6
An aspiring authoritarian dictator
Will sooner or later
Find that without at least tacit consent
All his pretence of being heaven sent
Will be shredded and burnt:
The lesson he learnt
Is that oppression will always fail
And goodness will come to prevail
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Post by aims on Jun 25, 2024 17:41:58 GMT -6
👏👏👏 donnabarber
Goodness will come to prevail,
and if it does not,
if it should fail . . .
We might get pounded by
a temporary hail.
Fire fizzle out
Ice
will be scraped and melt.
There are too many good people to allow evil to prevail,
and not enough evil followers who will forever bow and Hail.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 1, 2024 20:18:55 GMT -6
"It won't be to do what he wants me to"
When I combat him . . .
using voodoo!
A pin in the head,
a pin in the heart,
a pin in between where the legs start!
I do not fear him,
but he should fear me.
The curse,
the voodoo,
we'll just wait and see!!!
I was, until recently,a CNA; at that time working in homecare. My patient's adult Son (just a side note big fat bellied grand father),somewhere around my age, I was 63 at the time; he came to visit my patient on Mother's day when I was on duty, with his wife,they were getting ready to leave and his wife had wandered over toward the stairs going out, he got between his mother and wife and me blocking their view,, he went to shake my hand and scrabbled my palm really hard with his middle finger, I tried to yank my hand away and he clamped down on my wrist with his other hand and wouldn't allow me to pull my hand away,that's the disgusting thing he did! and yes I reported him to the agency but that was their biggest best paying account, so I knew they wouldn't do anything about it, but I told them in case he tried that nasty disgusting shit with any of the other women on that assignment. Just reading this. Oh, my stars! Pulsillanimous piece of shit! And at an age when he should be matured enough to act like an adult. But, I guess asshats like his kind, never evolve. I am sorry you had to endure this vile behavior. I do however like the poem. We could curse him...Haha...just kidding or just saying...hehehehe |
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Post by anirbas on Jul 1, 2024 20:19:58 GMT -6
Forever bow and hail
Scrape your head to the floor
Forever may you fail
Always will you be a bore
Your trespasses your honor fray
A failure you shall ever be
Black and white moments not gray
Will be your death you'll see
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