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The Walls Are Crumbling Down -Some Thoughts About Poetry Corner And Adding Two Cents
When I became a member of the Poetry Corner over 10 years ago, this place was warm, welcoming and a balm to one's soul from the weariness of the world. It was a happy place and we were loved and supportive of one and all. 
Over the past two years, someone had come here and caused one heck of a ruckus. Tomes were written and feathers were more than ruffled.Finger pointing and accusations were a ' flyin'. Some even left to never return because of it all and then some.
Sides were taken and sides were listened to without bias nor complaint. questions were certainly raised and not in a good way. Screenshots saved, e-mails saved, page upon page of accusations and blame gaming have been SAVED. RECEIPTS have been kept should anyone have need of them. The long and end game is now coming into play.
For two years, ugliness has reigned here and for what? Oneupmanship, someone ALWAYS has to be on TOP? What For? It boils down to ego and control. You know what it does? It causes new members to leave and for older members to stop sharing their works. It makes us ALL look bad. Every. Last. One. Of. Us. It becomes a self-containing, navel gazing echo chamber. Surely you want better than that? Right?
We should be better than this. We should be behaving like responsible, mature adults. Instead, the walls have been crumbling down here and have for two years. Continue on as you are going right now and this place is FINISHED. This shouldn't ever have to said.
Please keep my words to heart. No STALKING, no harassment, no more sadness for all and sundry. I'm law enforcement so be sure to take care with words and actions from here on out because CONSEQUENCES will be coming for us all. Be supportive of one another, gently guide and remember to always be kind and gracious TO ALL.
ReaderOfSouls (ROS)
Over the past two years, someone had come here and caused one heck of a ruckus. Tomes were written and feathers were more than ruffled.Finger pointing and accusations were a ' flyin'. Some even left to never return because of it all and then some.
Sides were taken and sides were listened to without bias nor complaint. questions were certainly raised and not in a good way. Screenshots saved, e-mails saved, page upon page of accusations and blame gaming have been SAVED. RECEIPTS have been kept should anyone have need of them. The long and end game is now coming into play.
For two years, ugliness has reigned here and for what? Oneupmanship, someone ALWAYS has to be on TOP? What For? It boils down to ego and control. You know what it does? It causes new members to leave and for older members to stop sharing their works. It makes us ALL look bad. Every. Last. One. Of. Us. It becomes a self-containing, navel gazing echo chamber. Surely you want better than that? Right?
We should be better than this. We should be behaving like responsible, mature adults. Instead, the walls have been crumbling down here and have for two years. Continue on as you are going right now and this place is FINISHED. This shouldn't ever have to said.
Please keep my words to heart. No STALKING, no harassment, no more sadness for all and sundry. I'm law enforcement so be sure to take care with words and actions from here on out because CONSEQUENCES will be coming for us all. Be supportive of one another, gently guide and remember to always be kind and gracious TO ALL.
ReaderOfSouls (ROS)
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Some thoughts on the sadness that is permeating and destroying this loved place. We should all take heed of our own actions, words and deeds from here on out.
The Invitation
You have been invited to another day of life
And the invitation fills your heart with delight
The morning sun glistens through the leaves on the trees
And a gentle breeze seems to caress your face
Being aware of this time and place
You have been invited to another day of grace
The birds sing and the meadow green
Among your surroundings summer flowers come into view
An invitation to another day of knowing God loves you
And the invitation fills your heart with delight
The morning sun glistens through the leaves on the trees
And a gentle breeze seems to caress your face
Being aware of this time and place
You have been invited to another day of grace
The birds sing and the meadow green
Among your surroundings summer flowers come into view
An invitation to another day of knowing God loves you
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Posted: Jun 2022
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FRIENDSHIP
Friendship, is the world's biggest and largest ship, thats unsinkable.
this special ship floats with understanding backed with true feelings straight from the heart and has the ability to accommodate all races, tribes and religion based on its positive foundation thats built with LOVE.
Making a friend takes but a moment, but been a true and amazing friend takes a life time of sacrifices, efforts and commitments to steer the wheels of this amazing ship called FRIENDSHIP.
this special ship floats with understanding backed with true feelings straight from the heart and has the ability to accommodate all races, tribes and religion based on its positive foundation thats built with LOVE.
Making a friend takes but a moment, but been a true and amazing friend takes a life time of sacrifices, efforts and commitments to steer the wheels of this amazing ship called FRIENDSHIP.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
This poem is simply straight from the heart and it morals is the ability to share bounds of affections with one another as a human beings, no matter, locations, place or time. there is love in sharing, and a greater passion when we all have mutual interest in making this world and planet called earth a much better place, for us all.i feel happy been on this wonderful platform, with special features, wonderful people of great mind sets.
We are not wrong in our future
The future that we live in is right all along
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did
we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us
and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did
we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us
and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by optimisticmeThe Future poem
thank you
Its still alive
Say Hi and Say Hello everybody its means am still alive
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
To say hello
“Suffer the little children to come unto me..”Matt.:19-14
Uvalde mass killings.
“Suffer” them but do not make them,
Suffer harm, agents of mayhem.
Life or guns the ultimatum,
Daughters, sons, will no one save them?
Wingless angels, blood and guts,
Carnage of the guns influx,
“Thoughts and prayers” are not enough,
“Deeply saddened” be rebuffed!
Abhorrent is the masquerade,
Some danced with wolves as children played, No laws preventing harm were made, No fathers arms for child afraid.
You whose heart is bulletproof,
Come and see what bullets do,
Bone and flesh like liquid oozed,
You unmoved are wicked too!
All nineteen children left for dead,
By nineteen men that made a pledge,
They would not cower, would not hedge,
These men will die a thousand deaths.
Blue lives mattered more than those,
Browner kids don’t fit the mold,
They don’t matter tags for toes,
Script unravelled lies exposed!
Yellow men some dressed in blue,
Have fetishized the Devils’ tools,
They’ve never once played by the rules.
They play the rest of us for fools!
“Locked doors” won’t stop mass casualties, “Good guys with guns” the fallacy, afraid of unarmed blacks and shadows, harshest judgement prison, gallows?
What must be the penalty,
When duty shirked makes many grieve?
For them what respite, what relief?
Glad heirs that rest on Fathers’ knee.
WBJS 6/15/22
“Suffer” them but do not make them,
Suffer harm, agents of mayhem.
Life or guns the ultimatum,
Daughters, sons, will no one save them?
Wingless angels, blood and guts,
Carnage of the guns influx,
“Thoughts and prayers” are not enough,
“Deeply saddened” be rebuffed!
Abhorrent is the masquerade,
Some danced with wolves as children played, No laws preventing harm were made, No fathers arms for child afraid.
You whose heart is bulletproof,
Come and see what bullets do,
Bone and flesh like liquid oozed,
You unmoved are wicked too!
All nineteen children left for dead,
By nineteen men that made a pledge,
They would not cower, would not hedge,
These men will die a thousand deaths.
Blue lives mattered more than those,
Browner kids don’t fit the mold,
They don’t matter tags for toes,
Script unravelled lies exposed!
Yellow men some dressed in blue,
Have fetishized the Devils’ tools,
They’ve never once played by the rules.
They play the rest of us for fools!
“Locked doors” won’t stop mass casualties, “Good guys with guns” the fallacy, afraid of unarmed blacks and shadows, harshest judgement prison, gallows?
What must be the penalty,
When duty shirked makes many grieve?
For them what respite, what relief?
Glad heirs that rest on Fathers’ knee.
WBJS 6/15/22
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I know it’s late but I had to say something. I hear responsible gun owners and the majority of Americans want gun legislation that prevents this daily occurrence.Lawmakers must do better. Were it their own kids dying they would do something Yesterday! Inflation, the economy are important but people are dying senselessly. This cannot be ignored!
Waiting For A Storm
The storm that never came
Those flashes of distant light
That low rumble of thunder acclaim
Went well to the west in the night
Where hid the wind and water more
Once again as we gaze from our blind
Taking those long walks on the shore
Already our footsteps vanishing behind
Where the future meets the past
And when the starry nights form
You say how much longer will it last
Still waiting silently for the next storm
Those flashes of distant light
That low rumble of thunder acclaim
Went well to the west in the night
Where hid the wind and water more
Once again as we gaze from our blind
Taking those long walks on the shore
Already our footsteps vanishing behind
Where the future meets the past
And when the starry nights form
You say how much longer will it last
Still waiting silently for the next storm
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Living life on the fringes of danger......
He Taught Me...(an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
"Oh God, you have taught me from my youth;
And to this day I declare your wondrous works.” (Ps 71:17)
He taught me WHO
He was, is and will continue to be.
He taught me WHAT
was truly important – His Will, His Purpose, my obedience.
He taught me WHERE
to look when I couldn’t find my way out the maze, or was blinded by the haze that surrounded me.
He taught me WHEN
It was okay to stop and stare at the clouds for a while, to inhale His Greatness and exhale His praises.
He taught me HOW
to smile when I felt like crying, cussing, yelling or giving up, to believe His Word, and to really trust His Love for me.
He taught me WHY
I need to face life’s challenges with optimism, regardless of how daunting they may appear.
And...
He’s still teaching me.
And to this day I declare your wondrous works.” (Ps 71:17)
He taught me WHO
He was, is and will continue to be.
He taught me WHAT
was truly important – His Will, His Purpose, my obedience.
He taught me WHERE
to look when I couldn’t find my way out the maze, or was blinded by the haze that surrounded me.
He taught me WHEN
It was okay to stop and stare at the clouds for a while, to inhale His Greatness and exhale His praises.
He taught me HOW
to smile when I felt like crying, cussing, yelling or giving up, to believe His Word, and to really trust His Love for me.
He taught me WHY
I need to face life’s challenges with optimism, regardless of how daunting they may appear.
And...
He’s still teaching me.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
So many things still to learn....
Mercury dip
Mercury dip
lightning horizon
south of 65
blue blue ice
penguin palace
an ocean expanse
under all God's rain
hear the boat creak
with the fury
ride, yes we ride
the tempest
with shredded sail
and frayed line
visions of Magellan
edge of existence
salted fish and wine
lightning horizon
south of 65
blue blue ice
penguin palace
an ocean expanse
under all God's rain
hear the boat creak
with the fury
ride, yes we ride
the tempest
with shredded sail
and frayed line
visions of Magellan
edge of existence
salted fish and wine
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Currently reading the story of Magellan, really interesting tale of daring and intrigue
4.79
That is what I paid a gallon for gas this morning
I figured I need a full tank to go to WI Dells
So I got three gallons to fill my tank
With my better gas mileage with my Chevy Cruze
I get about 34 miles to the gallon
My three cavaliers I had from 1994 to 2019 got about 25 mpg
So this trip will cost about 28 dollars in gas
Back in 2004 it would have cost about 12 bucks
How high will it go?
I drive 21.5 miles to work each way
I also put about 18,000 miles on my car each year
This year will be more as I'm taking a trip down to Texas thru Arkansas
If it goes to six bucks a gallon
It should take about 450 dollars
I seen a sticker on a pump on May 6 when the gas was 4.09
It has a picture of Joe Biden pointing
Below his pic it said "I DID THAT!"
I figured I need a full tank to go to WI Dells
So I got three gallons to fill my tank
With my better gas mileage with my Chevy Cruze
I get about 34 miles to the gallon
My three cavaliers I had from 1994 to 2019 got about 25 mpg
So this trip will cost about 28 dollars in gas
Back in 2004 it would have cost about 12 bucks
How high will it go?
I drive 21.5 miles to work each way
I also put about 18,000 miles on my car each year
This year will be more as I'm taking a trip down to Texas thru Arkansas
If it goes to six bucks a gallon
It should take about 450 dollars
I seen a sticker on a pump on May 6 when the gas was 4.09
It has a picture of Joe Biden pointing
Below his pic it said "I DID THAT!"
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
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