Two Million Exited: Out of 44 million. Makes my heart hurt. There are articles on line re Israel Prime Minister serving as go between for Putin and Zalenskyy. As always, thanks for the comment. ~A~
Mellow, cool colors that: Mellow, cool colors that shine light on a prayer of the heart. Very nice. We all can only try to see better each day. Hopefully, each person does, and we each succeed.
The flow and tempo of this: The flow and tempo of this poem of yours both read flawlessly. The first 7 lines also built nicely into what, musically, would be a hook, and your climatic point and greater meaning of the poem. Really nice.
think deeply : The stalled car in the middle lane, is often ourselves. But we don't have to remain there. We need only start the engine again, and get moving on our chosen path. No need to beat yourself up over a stalled engine. But more importantly, you must know your chosen path. Otherwise an engine is useless.
"In The Macro": .
Not the man, the woman! Okay, enough anti sexist ranting - donnot want to be labelled the bad femme. On the whole, they come and they go, control shifts - peons and serfs travel not at those altitudes. Shell near Poland and snap open eyelashes over historically savvy viewpoints. Shut-outs, oh only since 1719 for some. .
Democracy is no smoke screen, let's be clear on this. He is a seven dollar hoe sellin ' ass to anyone who will go down for a dip! Freedom is a vamp with no morality, sellin' at inflationary prices, singing "Take me down, you gotta lovely face!" .
The Them are blame's target because the disorganized are innocent? Naw. I wear my guilt openly and proudly. I bought the hook the line and want a third sinker. We follow wallowingly willing. It is how civilization evolved and chinks, aka looppits, were exploited, fortified, and declared alright norm. Buy a Senate, a State House, sexy. Money is Emperor - ask any Oligarch with frozen or hunted assets. Change the laws (or enforce them) and behavior follows. True, with such gods on platinum thrones, few are granted audience.
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They said work hard, win - so why am I lower middle after all that sweat? We construct our coffins and walk around with a spade on our shoulder for chip-shoveling. Live behind high security against assassins and thieves and you tend to become a wee bit jumpy.
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Nice Poem.
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Lady A
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Trapped In The Sixties: On one side, Alex Dumas romantic beside Blak Arts Movemenyt shaope my mitivational matrices. i reject rap for modern jazz and some bop. I am an oldie.
Snow again tumbles
a freeze framed literaturist
dodging cultural snowflakes.
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Lady A
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