The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign,
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that damp the depths of her demesne.
          .
                     .
                                .
A spider spins, with nimble feet,
a sticky web of grim deceit
that drapes the corners, dark, discreet,
in catacombs of her retreat.

Her jointed legs (in number, eight)
traverse the threads with stilted gait,
but often more she'll lie in wait
within the hub of her estate.

Shy spiders live their lives alone
ensconced within a silky throne;
unless a transient guest comes flown,
their lives bide empty, monotone.
          .
                     .
Well, now and then, a sullen breeze
may twitch the toils, begin to tease –
yet nothing's caught and nothing pleas,
so patience's bid  at times like these.

But then again, when stars ignite,
may maunder by a gnat, by night,
be taught a dance, a writhing rite,
within a lace of death, wrapped tight.

Sometimes a spider's in the mood
and waits awhile, whilst being wooed –
and then, to later feed her brood,
the widow slays her mate for food.

In time a spider dies, 'tis true,
bequeathing but a residue
entwined, devoid of retinue,
in fibers decked in silver dew.
          .
                     .
                                .
One asks "What purpose serves the GNAT –
to feed and make the spider fat?
Well, 'tis perchance just naught but that
within a mindless habitat.
          .
                     .
"Yet, what's the aim?” you may inquire,
“at the heart of MAN's desire.
To which goals should WE aspire
reaching high and reaching higher?"

We've, through the ages, left the mire,
trundling wheels and taming fire,
doing deeds that must inspire,
nursing needy, calming crier, …

Such things as these, most may admire:
          - placid dove and war defier
            (some are bolder, some are shyer)
          - patience (mess-up mollifier);

          - humankind (Life's justifier)
          - charity (charmed self-denier)
          - tolerance (proud pacifier )
          - love of Life (folk unifier).


What more could we, as flesh, require?
Needless kneeling neath the spire?
Childish chanting in the choir?
Preaching hell's impending pyre?


No, Death's the only rectifier,
comes the instant we expire,
nothing after, sentience prior.

So, treasure Life and don't deny Her.

They say that music and maths are the worlds unifier,
its non-barrier standard. All can unite in music and maths.
Yet, they forget the literature form of Poetry.

Poetry its long history, dating back to the Sumerian Epic of Gilgamesh. Evolving from folk songs such as the Chinese Shijing, or from a need to retell oral epics, as with the Sanskrit Vedas, Zoroastrian Gathas, and the Homeric epics.

Poetry is the history of mankind. Memorable for its form, rhyme,
meter, subject, symbolism, metaphors, similes, hidden meanings,
Truth, fantasy and fable.

All human emotion, no matter what colour, gender, creed, faith or belief system, is welcome through poetry, gains from poetry, learns from poetry and in return is taught by poetry.

Those lines in a myriad of languages, styles, form and content is mankind's story, a poem can feed your soul 'Invictus' taught humankind through one man's struggle. Not music, not maths.

From a Sonnet to ****
Villanelle toTanka
Haiku to Ode
Ghazal to Narrative poetry
Epic poetry to Dramatic poetry
Satirical poetry to Light poetry
Lyric poetry to an Elegy
Verse fable to Prose poetry.
We write poetry because we are human! filled with passion.
And other pursuits are necessary to sustain human life.
But poetry IS what I stay alive for.

'Trump pledges to unite 'divided country' after African-American history museum visit.'

Oh rich
so, so rich,
the kind of headline
shattering the morning
calm and leading you to
one more cup of tea because
once again this President just
about takes the biscuit.

You need reminding,
shall I remind you all,
"Why doesn't he show
his birth certificate?"
oh yes, there's a start,
"Now somebody told me
where it says Religion ...
it might have Muslim."
oh yes
there's that too.

"An 'extremely credible source' has
called my office and told me that
@BarackObama's birth certificate
is a fraud."
There! ... No more is needed to highlight
the deep, deep racism
this ignorant, lying,
self-serving, divisive man
peddled from dawn till dusk
from the year 2012 through 2016,
taking from the first Black President
of these here States
the very legitimacy
he then stood
upon.

This man!
This man visits the African-American
History Museum & ladles his out deeply
hypocritical nonsense about
unity & respect.

The African-American History Museum!

You never look back

It's the first thing I noticed about you

Your past, your pain, your failures

You never look back

But I always do.
When I walk away, I look back to see if you're watching

You're not

You are focused
You are direct
You are confident in who you are, where you are

You are you

But I am me
Me, who is looking up at you, marveling to see what you will accomplish next
Me, noticing every movement you make, every sound, every hesitation
Me, noticing when your smile isn't real

So I give you mine to use
And it fits you perfectly

You fit into it and my smile becomes yours
And mine is plastic again
The mold I use to create my smiles so I can give them away to those who need them

You, whose movements are fluid as water
You, who is always trying new things
You, who excels

You are an asset to humanity
A unifier
A guide to the light within the darkness

And I watch your work

Our words have been lost,
their light extinguished,
their cutting edge blunted.
The decline has only become apparent now,
during the last flicker of their existence.
The pen was once the unifier of nations,
the force of justice,
with the power to lay armies to waste.

The pen truly was mightier than the sword.

But not anymore.
The word no long holds sway over the raptures,
having been supplanted by modern means of
expression. We fail to realise the fact that has plagued
us; that our language is dead.

Music is the omnipresent unifier inspired by those with the desire to start a symphonic fire.
It can reveal what we feel on a real or surreal level ideal to our own appeal.
Of all the genres and varieties, heard in numerous societies, it can be responsible for commendable acts or impropriety.
Music expresses what we cannot say and allow us to break away on a deeper level to help deal with issues we face everyday.
It can be a work of art; creating a beautiful picture that touches the heart.
Music can motivate us to do great, control our heart rate, even relate to a date or person we either love or hate.
I honestly believe that music connects us all and without it, mankind would fall; our dreams and aspirations would be small and we wouldn't stand tall.
It can bring out the positivity or enhance the negativity, even increase productivity because it stands for: Music Unlocks Self-expression, Intelligence, and Creativity.

So, what about Number Forty Five?
He’s worn that number on his jersey for a year now,
So what can we surmise?
He demands loyalty, or your days may be numbered until your demise.
He’s as scrappy as they come, and that’s no surprise.
I hear DC politicians tread with fear in their eyes.

Does he project the benevolence of American presidential tradition?
HELL NO, he doesn’t seem interested in any such transition.

Is he a statesman, a great unifier?  Hardly!!
Is he a man of diplomacy whose words are well chosen of course,
Who retains his dignity?
Quite the hot-head most of the time I see,
A bull in a china shop
uncaring of how he’s obnoxious or coarse.

A shrewd negotiator?  I’ll give him that;
He can be rude, crude, rash, brash, and yes shrewd
At the drop of a hat,
Seemingly more concerned with the substance of gain
rather than principle
and how played goes the game.

Not a man of promises forgotten,
Our president makes every effort to follow through on each one.

A humanitarian?  I don’t think so, not his way.
“America first” construed to mean economic prosperity
To trickle down to workers’ payroll and nothing more
Leaves a large lacking of heart – materialism over philosophical perspective,
Defining who we are by how we live and to others how we give.

Mutual respect?  He respects his own ego and that seems to be it –
a character deficit.
How else could he refer to African countries in such ****** insult?
This is certainly no good for US Diplomacy abroad, an undeniable fault!!

He still has his main ****** as a business negotiator;
The rest of the presidency I don’t think he really cares for!!

Everyday disruption seems to be
more in the news than in the days before, and
Trump is usually in the thick of it (as we reluctantly keep score) –
often for something he says or tweets impulsively.
We know he’s eccentric, but is he psychotic – out of his tree?
(Rome had Nero; we have Trump it seems)
“Do we need more” presidents from Queens?
Should we FIRE the one we have?

We’ve seen the lightening flash;
Amid the “fake news”,
we’ve heard the true loud thunder.
After one year,
We have his number,
Number Forty Five!!

some color inside the lines.

and others, outside the lines.

some are like “wait.. what, there are lines?!”
and then are those who

sit back watching all the beauty unfold. 


But then the real magic happens:


They jump back in and make their mark.

Inside lines, outside lines, no lines;
knowing all of it so deeply as an expression of themselves,
and simultaneously, so not.
By releasing all grasping of their contribution,
they serve as Spirit's paintbrush,
for life and energy to express itself through.

It’s in the release that frees and makes room for possibility. 


We are all artists - working from different places,
but it's happening, now and always. 


So let the fact that we all are artists, be our unifier, not our art.

Only human after all
I just want to be heard
By more than inner-monologuing
With existences absurd
I’m just desire courting madness
Pleasure-seeking silly monkey
Easy-speaking vow of silence
Honor-bound to keep it funky
Just a diplomat pragmatic
In conventional futility
The all-consuming ego
In the shadow of humility
Your typical contrarian
Ideal egalitarian
Developing a taste for
Arts and state crafting agrarian
Utopian dimensions building
Bridges into space
Enslaving stars to do my bidding
As the angels fall from grace
I am the single, greatest mystery
Nature herself can not explain
Instinctively returning to
The origins we tame
We are sophisticated, liberated
Envoys of the unifier
Common all denominations
Gifted with the wild fire
Meant to be intentional
Deliberate in simplicity
Complexity compels us to
Explore beyond infinity
To seize the energy within
Without the answers dying for
Remembrance, what we leave behind
Unruly gods of peace and war

One word for nurture
same one for nature;
love; the great unifier.

Une vie a moi
Une  vie pour toi
Pourquoi ne pas les unir pour en faire une a
                                                               ­   nous
Les partager pour pour en faire un futur a
                                                                ­  nous

Vivre l'existence
Existons quand le ton est agréable ou
                                                            non

S'il est capable d'unifier nos idées
                                           nos points de vues
                                           nos perspectives
                                           ambitions et
                                           projets futur

Alors je te promets d'être la jusqu'à mon
                                           dernier souffle



Souffler pour toi
M'essoufler pour toi
Jamais ésseuler  je serai
Si tu me donne cette garantie
La vie me donnera toujours d'être la
                                                  plus nantie

Je te promettrai pas le ciel avec moi
Je te soumettrai non plus a l'enfer
Je serai la Je serai lui
Lui que ta connu
Et que ta voulu

Pour lui t'es l'élu
Le joyaux perçu au ****
Qui vaut l'éloignement des plus loyales
Si le tout puissant ayant apposé son cachet
                                            ils s'oppose toujours



Je remercie le Ciel
Les miens sont tiens
Parviendrons nous au but Ultime
                         un sans pour l'Ultime

Is a resounding unifier
Even babies feel it
when they lose their pacifier

A great unifier