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Is there a man of such steely self-control
Of such virtue, character, fortitude
Strength and pride in his manly role
Confidence and heart and stern attitude

Valor, endurance, resolution, will
Courage, patience, defiance, intellect
Manliness, ruggedness, rock-like, chill
Decision, quality, all cool and collect

That he doesn’t have to go and upchuck
Whenever he hears that “Desiderata” muck?
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
Tommy Randell May 2017
When terrible things are done
Beauty is ripped from all our lives
But hating ugliness is not the answer
Hate spreads like flame through dry forests

'Go placidly amid the noise and haste'

When innocence is casually butchered
Red becomes the colour of darkness
But screaming for revenge
Just makes the day darker

'Remember what peace there may be in silence'

I won't do it, I won't become them.
I will not **** poison into my own world
I will not let their cancer cross over
Into my bones as I walk through their fire

'The dull and the ignorant, they too have their story'

I won't do it, I won't condemn my children,
My family, my friends, to loathing and execration
Saying they are all the same because they are not like us
You are wrong, they are just like us, look at yourself

'In the noisy confusion of life keep peace in your soul'
The terrible event at Manchester arena this weekend happened the day I met my newly born Great Grandson. Named for me (Tommy) I was granted a glimpse on my immortality as a Father, Grandfather, and beyond, in name & in spirit.

It was a truly humbling experience. I will not join in the witch-hunt of other cultures & religions happening now in our media and countries. I want my children to know there is a better path and if Poetry can be the pavement of such a path into the future, the better we are for it.

The quotes of course are from that iconic piece of writing from a poster in the 60's The Desiderata by Max Ehrmann - Which was written I believe in 1927. Thank you for Reading ***
A legion of children enveloped us that day,
Their presence transparent beneath rays of sun baptismal.
As the chirp of laughter infiltrated the air,
There enclaved in their omnipresent mist,
Passion blossomed in this juvenescent heart.

Gleaming these eyes sauntered your luminescent skin,
Pining for that rapture that lay betwixt your arms.
Although roving within for clarity in words,
This burgeoning vessel trembled in loss,
For fugitive they stood in my subconscious.

Yearning for more than the caress of your voice,
Its musicality enough to serenade for all time,
And the flawless rhythm of this heartbeat
Whispered intently of something divine
For this keepsake of yours -is immortal.-

Even now nostalgia cleaves as an arrow,
-Piercing to the soul-
And it screams to be nurtured.
Blooming in reminiscence I conjure dreams immemorial,
Returning to that hallowed sanctuary.

Your countenance is a distant glint, now untraceable;
Marred by elapsed time, that insidious decay.
My agony has become a vast sea,
Besieged by the maelstrom of lament
For my undying piety is all that remains.

A language too grand to be deciphered
By such an infantile mind,
Yet now I pensively ponder, "Will you ever return?"
I would relinquish my soul to gaze once more
Upon your grace my Materialista.

Life has become a heavy haze,
Occupied by a discordant melisma of pain.
And this memento -without you- is my torture stake,
For the moment we held hands has bound me forevermore;
And I stand here everlastingly, yearning for your arms.
This is an old piece that I composed for critique in my college level Creative Writing course. This is a manifestation of my previous style of amalgamating or combining deep sentimentality, nostalgia, and passion-infused as well as spontaneous expressions to convey my thoughts and emotions. The assignment was to write about a childhood memory. I don't want to spoil it for you, the one hint I will provide is that is pertains to love during my years of juvenility. I hope you enjoy! God bless!
Sy Lilang Nov 2014
Avoid loud and agressive persons
They're vixations to the spirit.

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