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Laokos Sep 16
Tucked away in a corner, lay a wooden ruler blending in with the past. Flat as a floorboard and weathered as a dock. There are layers of built-up ink, graphite, marker and paint along one of its long  edges—the side with the incrementation, naturally. As though differentiation demands to be marked. Deep, erratic gouges from the seven and three-quarters to eleven inch mark suggest a moment of frustration—perhaps a project under the gun or a predisposition to flying off the handle. On its back are ten “safety rules” geared towards teaching children how to avoid dangerous missteps with strangers. Things like: “Never Hitchhike—NEVER!”, or “Never Tell Callers That You’re Home Alone” and “Never Accept Toys, Candy, Rides, Money or Medicine From Strangers”. However well-intentioned this small piece of wood may have been, the owner used a thick, black marker to write “MEGhan’s ruler” across them and actually painted over two rules with it—namely: “Always Play or Walk With Friends” and “Never Give Your Name or Address To A Stranger”. Additionally, there is a line etched through the safety in “safety rules” as well as the same blacked-out treatment given to the other end with the two rules. This person was clearly a child and, most probably, was more worried about other kids taking her stuff than getting kidnapped by a stranger. Yet here lies the ruler with no account of Meghan’s current whereabouts or condition. Needless to say, one cannot rule out the intervention of a stranger in her life at some point. On the other hand, maybe she just got tired of measuring things.
ZACK GRAM Aug 2
As King
You Have No Choice
All Countrys of My Blood
Become Under 1 Ruler
Me
From There We Take Back The Great Wall
Then Asia Folds...
We ReGroup
Then End Jews
Then End Central Banking
We Then Go Back to Pennies
With This We Will Unite Africa
And Give Them Wal Mart
After Africa We Will Storm The Middle East
Under Control of
Asia
The Middle East
Africa
North America
And Any Other Country
Last We Will Reconstruct South America
Then The World Will Be At Peace
Under 1 Man
From There We Look Towards Prophecy
We Fix Math
Praise The Man Who Died on That Cross I Seen
Actually Teach Truth
Heal Hurt an Crisis
Then Find The UFOs and Egyptian Tech Lost
Hopefully by Then We All Find God
If Not
May He Rest Your Soul
Peace Be Upon You
We Will Ultimately Delete Weapons That Can Destroy Us
We Will Trust Our Neighbors
We Will Be Able To Go Anywhere With Safety
No Worry of Food
Immediate Action Against Manipulation
Natural or Un Natural
As Your King
There Will No Longer Be Another World War
All This Fake Unholy Technology Will Be Obsolete
New Tech Will Be Safer and Spiritual
To Calm by Feeding The Addiction
I Believe
No Stocks Means No Stress
With 3k$ A Year Worldwide Per Person
With A Plan
No Rich No Poor Just A Foundation
Foundations Have No Borders
No Color
No Race
No 1 Belief
In The End We All Need Routine
We All Need Bounds
With Perks of Unlimited Happiness and Access
Instead of Fighting Every Night
Every Corner Will Have A Kings Guard
It Will Create A New Generation To Save Us
Erased From Time
Rewritten
Exactly Like Tartaria
A Great Reset
Yes They Are Real
All Evidence Will Be Shown
No More Lies
Life Will Be Magical
Imagine No Worries
Out Back Your House Full
With A Fire
Not Hurting
Not Tired
Not Afraid Full of Hope
With The Work Complete
No Taxes
Let's Gooo
The ****** Up Part Noone Has To Die
Many Will Die
We All Eventually Die
But Naturally or By Something They Love
After Celebration We Will Create The Knights of The Round Table
We Will Make A Declaration
As 1 Army We Have Nowhere Else To Go But Up
So Then We Will Build 10 Mile Tall Ships
Harvest Our Star
And
Inhabit Our Solar System
We Will Breed on Mars
The Moon
Venus
Cirius
Titan
Everywhere
A Federation Will Be Commission
Every Human Born Into Life
Will Bow to The 1st and Last Kings Rules Me and Mine
...
You Can Worry About The Rest
That Order Will Be Done in 1 Lifetime
Not Over Time
All At Once
Instantly
Tomorrow
There Will Be A Day Not 1 ****** Happens
Only Death From Your Hobby The Word Job Will No Longer Be Needed
Order of King
Nothing changed,
Their world hasn’t been rearranged.

The children still go to school.
One of them is dressed uncool.
Mourning, only wearing black,
There is no way back.

Another kid comes in—
laughs and mutters: "**** it! we never win.”

There is a boy in the hallway,
Crying because he doesn’t get a say.

Karol Tadeusz Nawrocki is now,
THEIR president,
THEIR leader,
THEIR ruler,
THEIR FATE.

They lost.

They heard Magdalena Agnieszka Biejat—
her name sadly couldn’t make it.

Rafał Kazimierz Trzaskowski?
another face on the losing ballot.

PiS won,
but at what cost?
A corridor of silent tears.
A playground where laughter dies.
A future stolen from poor kids.
i am so dramatic. but like **** Nawrocki. like **** have you seen him? he can’t represent me. he doesn’t. he can’t represent us.
duck Jan 29
got my heart wrapped around your lil' finger-
every sound that escapes your lips is a trigger.
just the sight of your face makes me shiver,
yet the nonchalance in your eyes is a splinter.

ruler of my heart-
I'm begging you,
love me like I love you.
I'm listening to ruler of my heart while writing this btw 😔
AmyKatrinaSmith May 2022
Alone she sits upon her dusty throne.
Her eyes sunken and her long moth bitten gown hung lifeless to her ashen skin.
The unforgiving chime's of time pass her by. Dripping with jewels her boney hand still clung to the broken string of pearls as they roll between the cold stone cracks beneath her feet.
Secrets layed to rest long ago with no voice to tell.
She who has been long forgotten dwells in the silence of her chambers for all eternity.

Lost to the darkness.
LC Nov 2020
I walked around, arms always crossed,
never speaking until I was spoken to.
I kept my head down, subservient to a ruler
who knew and preyed on my every weakness.

Lately, I've been fighting back.
My arms are outstretched, accepting what comes.
I released the anchors that sank my heart for years
without waiting for anyone's approval - only mine.

My head is held high.
The ruler can't weaponize the truth anymore.
My acceptance drained the poisonous power
of the ruler's previously potent weapons.

Now I am not ruled by anyone.
Try as they might, they'll never trap me again.
I'll never let them for as long as I draw breath,
and my spirit can finally soar to the greatest of heights.
It's been a while. I would love to know who you think the ruler is or symbolizes!
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Distant Fortune's Isle
Stars glints the dark one's eyes
Wind brings silver dew


New day, new haiku!
Hard to be believe that this is my 940th poem, haha!
Anywho, keeping with the Pleiades aka the Seven Sisters, this one is for Celaeno. She is also known to be a wife of Posideon and bore him children, Lycus and Eurypylus, and ruled over the Isle of the Fortunate, a
isle reserved only for those were supposedly reincarnated three times. They were deemed pure enough to be accepted into Elysian.
Just two more Pleiades to go!
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
He wondered if he had
A nose for news,
'Cause it was always breaking.

So he opted for
Surgery instead,
Only to find himself
The talk of the town.

Now that's nothing
To sniff at!
Max Neumann Dec 2019
concrete, metal, steel and glass
lustrous phalluses
skyscraping
lighting up the dark
no stars
visible  
visual
pollution.

with an iron fist
the rulers of the world
reign the world
out of the towers of babylon 8.

who are these people?
what are they doing all day and all night long?
what are we being told?

beneath the towers: a vast red light district
populated by desperate, greedy, machiavellian creatures:
driven by addiction

drugs are sold in the street 24/7
since the councilmen of babylon 8 established a drug policy
that is called "babylon's way".

it has been administered for three decades and ensures that slingers and dealers are given a set place to do what they are used to do.

in order to calm worried citizens, the police raid a stash house every couple of weeks while dealers are waiting across the street to go on as soon as the cops will be leaving.

the rulers of the world are addicted to themselves; many are using.

the slingers are faithful to any kind of mind-altering substance; many are dying right now.

close to you and close to me
while these words are written down and by the time they will be read.

people die daily because they do drugs.

most die due to abuse
some because of regular use
and even a few
trying it the first time.

what do YOU think ––
can anybody hear the addicts' last breaths inside the towers?

how do the rulers of the world perceive the world?
what's going on in babylon 8?

besides: babylon 8 is not an imaginary city.

it's real name is
frankfurt am main
located in
germany
(a.k.a. "bankfurt" a.k.a. "krankfurt")

globally known for
its fair
its stock exchange ––
and a skyline
of bank towers
"Krank" means "sick" and "ill" in German.

The slang term "Krankfurt" describes an alienated place where barely everything is possible, regardless of the German law system.

And where illegal activity
takes place in all social environments.

The city's drug policy is called "Frankfurter Weg".
(Frankfurt's Way.)

According to several statistics, the drug trade within the red light district draws a profit of $ 1.1 million. Each day of the year.
Addiction and greed never sleep.

At the same time, Frankfurt offers a variety of museums, theaters and an opera house;
many of them being internationally popular.

The Main river and his shores are lovely; on Sundays, many people go there for a walk.

It is never about a place.
It's about the way of your life.

Today is a good day.


Babylon 8 is a composition of different poems. Read the first part:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3437522/babylon-8-fantasy-girls-scene/
F A Pacelli May 2019
when the people are rotten
fear yields more fruit than love
but to rule with fist and fear
is to become rotten inside
thus both ruler and populace
rot as one
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