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  Dec 2024 Jimmy silker
Larry Berger
fog
fog dampens
the irritation
of a barking dog,
that's what I like
about fog
  Dec 2024 Jimmy silker
Larry Berger
You can listen
to the news,
you can express
your views,
you can point your toes
when you dance,
but the future, my friend
will unroll like a scroll
and there won’t be
a thing there by chance.

There are things
that you hear,
there are things
that you fear,
there are demons
inhabiting dreams;
but events that unfold,
or so I’ve been told,
are not the results
of man’s schemes.

So retire your talk
and just go for a walk,
look up at the stars overhead,
and be thankful that you
have no claim on the view,
and then, laugh, be happy,
go to bed.
  Dec 2024 Jimmy silker
Alvian Eleven
Now we have reached the end of the Kaliyuga era.
We are trapped in the culmination of darkness.
The rotten dregs of lawamah , supiah and muamarah.
All of which are gnawing away fiercely.
Extinguishing the light in the world.

Now we must fight to save ourselves.
Bringing our light to the beginning of the radiant Satyayuga era.
Unfortunately the transition we have to go through is very rough.
Too rough for our weak and exhausted selves.
But we have no choice but to force ourselves.

We need miracles but it doesn't happen overnight.
Miracles will continue to process as we go through the rough transition.
Since Pluto returned to Aquarius we understand that we are part of what creates miracles.
We become the rushing flood waters.
Clearing away any rotten dregs that get in our way to reach the Satyayuga era.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven
  Dec 2024 Jimmy silker
Larry Berger
I sat up all night
by the pool of sleep
stirring the water
with my toes,
but didn’t slip in;
you floated easily
beside me,
a couple
singing harmonies
behind an open door,
inspiring the curiosity
of children.
Jimmy silker Dec 2024
With faith in our souls
We skip toward the light
Singing blithely together
Songs of truth
And joy
And *****

To the left stand
The illiberal
To the right
The funny men
Both will badger
And deride you
Herd you to their
Favoured pen

And them that have **** eyes
Will ask why you seem so shook
Then you will have to explain yourself
To a dog shown a card trick look

We wait for the dead at Christmas
When they bin waitin for us all year
Once only every twelve months
Comes this kind of cheer.
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