21st Feb every year.
No law has any
Role to play
In between a mother
And a child
But nature.
Nature
The first teacher.
Nature
The first and
The last protector
And the destroyer.
But with mother tongue
We understand clear.

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Where are the smiles,
The kindly ‘whiles’
The musical comedy ties
We used to know?
Today,
Innocence dies
And there’s no place to go.
Today,
All sex. false media,
Political perfidia,
Seem to dominate the scene,
Life has become a lying-bitter,
Lack of hopeful color green
Very short of the obscene.

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DOWN,
No excellence is found
No pity, shame or care,
The world
Just one big flair
Of lies sold by
The Pound,
While honky-dories
Turn around,
And tell us
All is, great,
At least, socialism
Keeps advancing
Breaking, taking,
Shaking,
Good, unsolid ground…
Please wake me up
When another World
Is found.

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The budding leaves of life,
So green, so tender soft,
So fragile in their growth,
And yes!
The leaves they start to live,
Eventually, generously will give,
The oxygen we need and share,
Until in winter they go bear.
Trees,
So strong in wooded majesty,
So green your stately throne,
A crown of leaves you proudly wear,
As nothing else we’ve ever known.
You give to us beauty and life,
The minute you become alive.
Trees,
Green beauties to adore,
Standing straight,
Kissing the earth,
Of Life, the secret door.
It would be nice if we could be,
As strong and honest as a Tree,
A miracle for all to see,
Demanding nothing but, To Be.

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I have deeply looked,
Into the face,
Of my inner liberty,
And found tranquility.
The World may crash,
Indeed it will,
Nothing for me to do,
For I’ll be happy,
Even then,
As long as I have you.

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Not in style, not anymore,
Belligerent forces, close the door,
Mediocrity, not excellence,
Is valued, More.
With all the computers,
And all the smart phones,
One can say that most users,
Are nothing but drones.

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We unknowingly are:
Tracked down,
Movements, sound
Purpose bound
Privacy not found,
Inundated and drowned.
A ‘Big Brother’s World? ‘
Or even worse,
An infinity of possibilities
Of the totally, impersonal
And abusively absurd!
Death of Privacy,
Caution!
Watch Out!

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Of arrogance and senseless
Complacency,
All barriers have been broken,
All crowns of dignity and pride
Have tumbled down,
The naked Truth is homeless
And we, like stupid ruined,
Broken statues from the past,
Remain silent and motionless,
And are too cowardly,
Indifferent, to even make
A disapproving frown.

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Lying means you’re not a fool,
Sticking it to the system,
Popular wisdom,
With all this ‘Grandeur’
What hell-hole are we in?
Can’t find it on my telephone map,
Maybe because by now,
We, the people are considered,
Less important than a muddy Sow!

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Of what is lost
And cannot be recovered,
Or turned back.
Let’s not live
From regrets
Of what could have been
But never was.
Go out and fight,
Go and fulfill
Your destiny!
Do what you love
In goodness,
Inspire,
Be it thru Poetry.
Or taking inventory of
All there is to follow
Love and admire,
In this generous,
Gorgeous Planet
Don’t make life
One big useless
Mistake, regret.
We only live once,
And Time does not
Return or forget.

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Even in Poetry,
Some things when said
Should not be said,
So vile, they really be,
And still, are dared
To be called by some,
Modern poetry.
We’re living in a quicksand world,
Where there is no respect,
Where foolishly,
We think we’re free,
To write and say, no matter what,
Then call it, poetry

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Most relationships don’t last,
Selfishness, interest moves most hearts
Lifelong friendships are a thing of the past.

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Technology and Drugs
Have killed the Spirit,
Push button fast,
Has drunk our Souls,
We must admit it!
So now what’s left?
Empty cups, broken flowers,
The blind and deaf,
Technology Towers
For Humanity has killed itself…..

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There is no calm
Is Art to be
Our only Balm?

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The light is somber,
Gray
Then comes that empty feeling,
That just won’t go away.
Frustration is a partner,
Not easy to dismiss,
It hangs around,
No happy sound,
Just softly does it hiss.
Ups and Downs,
Are part of Life,
What other can I say?
You can’t be happy all the time
Life just isn’t that way.

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For men of huge balls
That have stalled the lives of those innocent!
But death to seeds returned to Earth…
Does not result in a peace that increases!
One tyrant quickly deceased,
Does not lay dust on the gallows!
Or marshmellows to roast,
For men who may boast…
Yet still bear arms!
With missions to destruct,
At campfires where no one is heard rejoicing!
There are weapons to clean and reload…
To patrol misunderstandings undefined!
Hanging on threads of hope,
Answers will come forth to make sense…
To acts that have yet produced any!

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Or imply it in retrospect.
We live in times
In which truth is deluded,
With a mixture of suggestions…
Followed by denials confessed!
Suggested is our need for patience…
To allow inconsistency to cease.
Suggested is a resistance…
To want a stop to fighting,
That only increases the movement of the weak.
Suggested is a greatness kept,
By the spilling of blood and sorrows wept.
Suggested is we maintain,
A mental stressing drain!
To keep thieves looting resources…
And driving those of consciousness,
Further into an abyss!
Today…
It is not appropriate to be honest.
Or imply it in retrospect.
We live in times
In which truth is deluded,
With a mixture of suggestions…
Followed by denials confessed!
And deeper with resolutions,
Providing an absence of thoughtful solutions…
Are those who lead pleading,
We can succeed by sheer request!
And that’s all they are suggesting we do…
As those who view ahead of us coming,
A deadend awaiting with an awarded mess!

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None respected in the way they were.
No believable masquerades to convey,
The remotest concepts…
To display an innocence worn to convince,
A possibility lives to consider.
Today.
Anything cheap and easy to get is preferred.
As long as it shines.
To be sold and rhymes with gold.
Nickel plated to glimmer like rhinestone…
Worn and bold,
It is okay!
Today.
The quality of life is attached to that detached,
As far as possible from reality.
Today!
Even pointing out the truth pursued,
Is subject to being ostracized…
From those who want to believe faith and hope,
Are nasty rumors to hush!
Today.
People are forced to rush and turn away from dreams,
If not overnight expressed…
At doorsteps!
Or promised to arrive before noon.

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That those ushered into hiding,
Can come out from wherever they are.
Since what is going on now,
By far,
Exceeds any displeasures….
They voiced that rubbed against,
Anyone who is not convinced…
More than worms have been released,
From sheltered and unopened cans.
Insanity seems far more in demand,
Than designer clothes!
I’ve seen more exposed butts in the past few months…
Than any revealed in a hospital delivery ward!
I’ve heard folks cuss themselves out IN church.
And then turn around in their pews…
To lift their hands up in praise!
Folks are crazed!
And they are seeking answers!
For these days…
Munched on like animals.
With a craving for more!
Gnawing until annoyed…
In fields they consciously grazed into a daze.
Of course…
It is not from their bad diets.
Lack of discipline.
Irresponsibility and lack of respect!
Of course…
It is not from their deceptiveness.
Character assassinations,
Done to perfect.
Of course…
It is not from a greed fed to children,
Who are protected for every crime they commit.
Of course…
It is not from corrupted politicians,
Reflecting the lawlessness of the government!
Of course…
It is not the visions marketed and sold on TV.
With remedies to heal sexual dysfunctions.
And glamorized news of highlighted crimes that appeal.
Of course…
It is not rascism some see that bleeds the economy.
With jobs exported overseas for more greed to feed.
Of course…
It is not a total break down of a quality of life at all.
Of course not!
Those are insinuations applied with allegations,
Successfully tossed aside!
And those coming out of hiding…
Can now witness their delusions being freed,
From tormented beliefs!
In a manner ‘reality’ keeps ‘some’ truths accepted.
While others are debated before they qualify,
To be tried!
Of course…
Not!
Not by those with accusatory eyes!
They still suffer from symptoms,
Teased by leftover myths!
‘Garbage in/Garbage out…and loved! ‘

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then throw the diary away..) :
Today dawned with the unusual
wrapped intriguingly in the familiar;
a freshness unidentifiable;
a promise, that promised
nothing specific:
as if I walk in a world
whose infinite complexity
is no problem;
its multiplicity, a straightforward matter;
which delivers something hoped for
and yet never formulated with real meaning:
simplicity;
here and now, yet feels eternal;
a heavenly sense of down-to-earthness;
a freedom that can’t remember
what it’s freed from;
where activity only seems
to tell one more of stillness,
and noise just sings of silence;
a day that’s a gift, without
a need to ask, or to receive;
where surrender is instantaneous, and continual,
and barely worth the mention;
where paradox is just a game;
where being, itself, is gratitude enough;
a day that says, this is how things are;
this is how it is… raising a quizzical eyebrow
and the hint of a smile:
you thought it otherwise..?
a day that deserves a new-coined word
to mark it as exceptionally
unexceptionable: the word has
spoken of itself:
onefulness..
for the gift of just being is beyond
all thoughts of giver and receiver;
it’s a day that promises to itself and myself,
what it delivers right now
in each present moment –
the indescribably magnificent,
glorious, who-would-have-guessed,
strangely familiar, and yet utterly new,
sense of the ordinary.

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first thing
later the sun came out
and everything perked up
Good Friday

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A Ship without a Captain?
Squashed against a Monorail?
A Country,
Sad, Irresponsible and Frail?
No, this cannot be,
The 21st Century,
America.

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I can’t seem to write,
Force is not might,
For you can’t force feelings,
And you can’t pretend height,
If you are not feeling, the right inspiration,
No matter what your poetic inclination,
That day or that night,
Poor little birdie-poet
You most certainly won’t,
Be able to write.

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Crumbling social walls appear,
As Laws and Dignity disappear.
The Common Good,
A big joke!
One step forward,
Fifty backwards,
Now, where do we go from here?
Death and Dictatorship,
Are so expanded in our spheres,
Technological progress,
Is certainly here
But we remain, fossilized,
In a state of semi-savagery
No longer deserving,
The category of human race,
For we still cultivate,
The black fields of tepid hate.

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In an electrified, hypnotically dangerous environment
Computerized and dehumanized, this World of Social Media
With its endless and mostly pointless Chitter-Chats,
And that’s That.

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Admired and desired,
The artist seeks his place
In a World so cold and uninspired
It’s a slow and difficult race
Disorientation,
Is generally the bitter case.

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The burning embers,
Of my past, of my life,
Remembering is very painful,
Because emptiness ensues,
And loneliness brews,
Open wounds that stay alive
For the rest of your life.

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Is hard to swallow,
In such mud,
It now does wallow,
So,
I prefer the World
Of Classic Films,
Where Dreams and Love,
Fraternity, Good will
Were for Two hours,
Heroes, still

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