Perhaps, I've read the news, incorrectly. . .


A Good Deal

Send your kids to school,
or,
no funds, for you.

If they catch a "hoax",
still,
no funds, for you.

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Heads, we win.
Tails, you lose.

*

A good deal..

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jrm
17 July 2020

Alien On Planet Earth

I'm an alien on my own planet.
I'm an alien in the sea I've made.
I'm an alien at my own parade.

The knowledge is all wel- hidden,
Where there is no parade
But just darkness.
It listens to the sounds,
Finds peace with the Lord.

I'm still at the parade.
30 minutes before bedtime,
Then all I will see is darkness.

I'm an alien in my own dream,
Can't find myself.

I'm still at the parade,
As an alien on planet earth.

DJ'20

*track 19 on Time*
Video to be found here somewhere: https://www.youtube.com/c/JulierOZZDetavernier/videos

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Peace Is Closer

If you look at the sky,
You see the war, fighting peace.
Peace is wisdom and comes from above.
It carries the colour white.
War is black.
War is darkness,
It comes from underground
And freezes your soul.

The breach between them should disappear.

UNITE WHITE AND BLACK

That's what time could just do,
Might not that the Mighty chooses the white.

Le noir va s'évanouir.
Le noir va s'éclairer.

DJ'20

*track 21 on Time*

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Hey You

Hey you, somebody.
Hey me, somebody.

Don't we all cry out for somebody?
Where did the isolation come from?
When will we cry out our freedom?

Hey you, somebody
Hey me, somebody.

Don't we all want somebody?
A shoulder to cry on,
A beam of comforting light.

Hey you, somebody.
Hey me, somebody.

DJ'20

*track 22 on Time*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xZ9SIuybtU

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Veritas


Do you know how people die,
When they have lost a precious soul?
Do you see the rainbow's end,
midst distant hills and darkened sky?

Do you hear the sparrow's song,
And wish your life had not gone wrong?
Have you ever wished for sleep,
amidst the rushing winds, at night?

Pots of gold, at rainbow's end,
are unattainable for men.
Sparrows' songs sung cheerfully,
are based not on eternity.

Yet, they sound of hope, at last,
when sleep does come . . .
we breathe our last.


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jrm
14 Dec. 2006

Are We Ready
for Another
Alexander Hamilton?


A man for all seasons,
who can burn a candle at both ends,
at once,
and survive.

He started the United States government,
at once,
and, it survived.

Will we survive?
Are we ready
for another
Alexander Hamilton?


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jrm
1 Sept. 2020

ref. "Alexander Hamilton", Ron Chernow.

übermensch

You don't have to go
Through any trouble for me.
I will find my way
To a brand new day,
With the Lord by my side,
After your ridiculous hypocrisy died.

I overestimated all of you,
I now I feel oh so blue.

Why don't you love God?
Why do you wallow in the sins of life?

I am sitting on my cloud,
I am watching you,
The music not too loud,
I know they all hate it.

I will meet Lucy in the sky,
With diamonds my oh my,
Never again will I feel blue.
Never again will I have to meet you.

DJ'20

*track 2 on United*

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Sunken Ship

Take me away from here,
Far far away from the beasts.
They are hurting me.
They are killing me.
They want me away.
They want me dead.

I feel like a sunken ship, hardly
To be found by the lighthouse
Of the Angels above.

I am surrounded by the beasts,
They lie to the Lord.
They lie to everyone.
They even lie to themselves.

Take me away from these monsters.
Take me away from these killing fields.
Take me away from the dungeon
They want me in.

They are not going to piss on me!!

DJ'20

*track 4 on United*

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Boy With The Black Curls

Hey boy, with the black curls,
Why are you so sweet?
Your touch makes me want to melt away.
Your eyes make me want to drown in them.
I can taste your lips on mine,
And it feels oh so fine.
You are mine oh mine.

Hey boy, with the black curls,
Why are you so sexy?
Your arms make me want to hide in them,
And cry a little while,
Smile a little while..

I want to be with you,
You make me smile, and feel happy again.

Not a day goes by
That I don't carry you
In my heart.

My boy with the black curls..

DJ'20

*track 5 on United*

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This poem was inspired, in its way, by, "A Series of Fortunate Events", by Sean B. Carroll.


A One-Way Street


On one-way street
I shake my head
Though grave may wait,
I head for bed

Now I lay me
down to sleep . . .
A children's rhyme
I won't repeat

If I should die
when sound asleep,
I thank thee, Lord,
for odds, I've beat.

Your show, it is,
for us to live.
A guessing game
with Roy G. Biv.

Resistor values
memorized,
for those on quest
to answer, "Why?".

Answers found,
when wars are won?
After storm,
a sign -- the sun?

What of those
who suffer much?
Where is God
to lend a crutch?

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Forgiveness,
with responsibilities --
Since we are favored --
with gift of chance.

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. . . and bless us all,
Everyone.

* * *

jrm
16 Oct. 2020

A Softer World


As the prairie only speaks
when a Meadowlark calls,
or, the wind blows waves
of tall grass across the horizon --

We become attuned to the softer sounds
of nature, which complement the new
virtual world,
which has been thrust on us
by -- again -- nature, itself.

Small nature, however,
bearing its gifts of
benefit, or death.

And, so, we continue to bear witness
to life's joys, and sorrows --
enjoyed, for as long as we are able.

Praise be to God,
for it all.


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jrm
1 Nov. 2020

November's Decisions


At season's end, when colors fade,
and, leaves startle the driver,
by cart-wheeling across the road.
A heavy sweater is a welcome comfort.

A not too cold time of year, however.
So, into the back seat goes the jacket.
A parka will follow, when December blows,
and, the first -- or second -- snow adds its affirmation.

Faded yellows from Maples try to add warmth to the scene,
but, the main beauty is seen in the oaks,
with their summer coats trading dark greens
for restrained red hues, tenaciously clinging to their parents.

But, brown is the signature of November.
It dominates the landscape,
only to yield, to the white overlays
of Winter.

November.
A month of pause. A month of reflection.
And, a month of hope.


* * *


J.r.m.
7 Nov. 2020

New Choices


Automation took my job.
Then, a hoax, it took my son's.
Now, my vote, someone has robbed.
Back to the farm, I'll have to run.

There's no choices left, for me.
Wait four years, to vote, again..
Neighbors' lives, pure misery.
Can you try to feel my pain?

Just one choice, stability.
Promise that, I'll vote for you.
One word's left, that's liberty.
The Lady's arm, the only rule.

*

Problems to solve.
Who will solve them?

Progressives?
Moderates?
Conservatives?
Authoritarians?

Will we direct ourselves,
or will we allow ourselves
to be directed?

New Choices --
for everyone.


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jrm
13 Nov. 2020

This poem I sent to my (grown-up) family, as a sharing of my own childhood. It's a little early, for this time of year, but they appreciated it. Perhaps, it will stimulate your memory center, as well.

My Signal

I took a blade of grass,
and wedged it in my thumbs.
Blowing through them, both,
a loud, clear sound did hum.

No more would I exert
my voice in earnest quest.
The out-of-doors was near,
to summon friends, was best.

At end of summer's day,
when hide-and-seek is done,
a blast from simple horn,
to end, with final run.

A shredded blade.
More memories, made.

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jim/dad
24 Jan. 2021

Ask, and You Might Receive.


Midas asked for all the gold.
He got his wish --
Everything he touched,
turned into gold.

Midas, Jr. asked for complete knowledge.
He got his wish --
All the world's joys and sorrows,
and died of a broken heart.


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j.r.m.
26 March 2021

When ignorance (unawareness) is bliss,
Is it folly (stupid) to be wise?...

Forever push back to further away,
The forever event horizon of ignorance?...


Keep searchin',
Martin

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See new freedom: Mageia Linux
Take a look for yourself: Linux Format
The Future is what We all make IT (GPLv3)

Das geschlossenen Buch

Nur eine Träne
Das ran von den geschlossenen
Augen des kinds.

Habe ich gefühlt in meinen Hertz.
Ich fühle kein Hass mehr,
Die Liebe ist starker.

Das geschlossenen buch soll geoffnet worden für das Kind.
Sie soll die Freiheit beobachten in eine neue Geschichte von den
Vergiessen Blut und die stille Nacht.

Das kind spielt mit die Blume,
In die Garten des Nichts.

Die Vögel haben aufgehört zu singen und
Das geschlossenen Buch bleibt geschlossen
In die Garten des Nichts,
In das Tal des Grausamkeits.

DJ'20

Track 7 on United

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I Found You

Oh Joy, oh laughter,
I found you!

Oh Bliss, oh Grace,
I found you!

Respect and friendship,
I found you!

Yes courage, yes strength,
I found you!

Howowowowowowoh, alright.

My heart, my soul,
I found you!

My Love, My Life
I found you!

Oh beauty, oh light,
I found you!

Yes comfort and peace,
I found you!

Howowowowowoh, yeah alright

DJ'21

Track 8 on United.

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Welcome back, Julie. Have missed your poems.

jm

Welcome back, Julie. Have missed your poems.

jm

Hi Jim! *waves*

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