And then they came from the north,
Emboldened guns in their hands;
They came to take control of their dreams.
Salacious plunder, life henceforth,
Greedy devastation expands
Such young eyes to witness their schemes.
You lived with rubble and in dirt,
Forgotten refugee left behind
In a world that no longer seems to care.
You see, we don’t want to be curt
But with our own problems combined
We let you starve, and then die, in despair.
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/11/01/world/middleeast/yemen-starvation-amal-hussain.html
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
Disney
Did you draw your life; or did life draw you?
Born in Chicago, in winter’s snow.
Was childhood cold, full of misery?
In Missouri, where you go on to grow.
West coast lights call, on the move again;
That lucky rabbit paths your way.
You put away your fear, Mickey comes alive,
Your destiny set, ‘toons start to allay
That innate fear inside from child until now
And beyond all you ever attain
All began with fear, but quelled with a smile,
Unless mice return to haunt you again.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Disney
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
I was there, I saw it, Beaufort, North Caroline
A hamlet of sorts, ocean hugged, just sublime,
There’s a house near the water, on its front a sign seared
“Beware all who enter. This was the home of Blackbeard.”
Born 1680, England’s Bristol, Teach or Tack by name,
Fictitious personas, it’s the pirate’s game.
He sailed for the Caribbean as a ****** of the time;
From home port of Jamaica, fighting Annie’s war before turning crime.
Two captains by his side, they plundered merchant ships,
Cargo seized, often vessels, on their pirating trips.
A man with a thick beard, braided black in pigtails;
The ominous harbinger; full wind in his sails.
No captives were harmed, yet many vessels met their graves;
His ferocious reputation could be viewed with some praise.
In 1718, now a commodore, at the height of power,
He blocked the port of Charles Town, no guard ships, no search tower.
For a week; nine vessels stripped, the Crowley’s plutocrats were held,
Passengers questioned, then locked below, then an exchange, unparalleled.
The lives of men for medication, and maybe some trinkets on the sly,
They set sail for home port, run aground, problems intensify.
Once home, Blackbeard was offered a Royal Pardon from the British court
And that’s why the seared sign is on a home in Beaufort.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
Weakness is there to be exploited.
You learned fast, you saw the siege grow.
Abandoned, alone, countries disembowelled;
You scheme on which way to go.
Once home you rise as the shadow that can –
Fierce loyalty has benefits to come.
Quietly, the wolf, in your sheepskin coat
Plans to undo all that’s been done.
Leningrad’s voice became Yeltsin’s debt
Their safe passage guaranteed your gain.
Control reaches out - your life long advent -
As you tighten that belt from Baskov Lane.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Weaknesses are to be taken advantage of.
You learned fast, you saw the siege grow.
Abandoned, alone, countries disembowelled;
You scheme on which way to go.
Once home you rise as the shadow that can –
Fierce loyalty has benefits to come.
Quietly, the wolf, in your sheepskin coat
You plan to undo all that’s been done.
Leningrad’s voice became Yeltsin’s debt
Their safe passage guaranteed your gain.
Control reaches out - your life long lament -
As you tighten that belt from Baskov Lane
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Putin
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
Whispers resonate the mind
Touches fell from another dream.
Story-ends you never find
Wants are not what they may seem.
No escape, enveloping mists;
Images once stark are now opaque.
You stir as your body twists,
Eyes open. You are awake.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
I wish it was so,
How you want it to go,
How you wanted everything to be.
But we now realize,
Under the guard of our guise,
That would be foolish for us to see.
Time has its place
As we search to displace;
Past fears haunt present reality.
We heal, we repair
Because we both care
Beyond all immortality.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
I am left here to amaze your sardonic devise
As you head thoughtless down a path of your choice.
The lack of concern in your vain compromise
Lends a falter to the strength of your voice.
You map your new world, new ideas for your change
Without care for your floundering past;
Your blind quest for a cause to help re-arrange
The stigma that ghosts shroudly cast.
In your furor of mind, your struggle to survive
Haunting’s voice from the past, cold and stark;
Your demeaning attempts only force you to deprive
Hearing cries from your children in the dark.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
Through a cacophony of colour
Let your inner thoughts dissolve;
In the spirals of dimensioned time
Allowing mind’s concepts to evolve
To see the light we’ve seeked to find
For years ‘cross life’s gaped plain;
The striving for the euphoric dream
Remains grasped, it’s just a game.
A plot, a ruse, or maybe just fate
But a chance that all may come true;
An example of challenge – and one I’ll take –
To prove my love for you.
But not a love that co-exists
With the innuendos of life today;
One that’s deeper, where minds can share
And expand whilst others decay.
A stage where instincts are never void,
Where beliefs are attuned to the time;
Not a compromise, but a gathered scope
In our mystical place, sublime.
Where sapid logic guides the stream
To river the aura’s view –
There I will be, in the sunset light,
In a dream I’ll be looking at you.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
When you stare at yourself
In that grand hall of mirrors
Whose reflection do you really see?
Are all those squint eyes
The same colour I remember
And why do they all look at me?
The right is now left
Altered perceptions belie
And can sometimes be difficult to see.
So what do you want?
A thousand eyes look on;
What is it that you want with me?
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC