tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016095830984140432024-03-16T14:50:26.547-04:00Art & Expressions of SF BrennanHome of "The Activist Poet"Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.comBlogger415125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-65817964686111521262024-03-13T20:08:00.003-04:002024-03-13T20:08:26.759-04:00Healing Thoughts<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl4j5sDwLMFlq95j-hDGm6KclFlt24mcoxjbomaAJ3BeMpOF0ByWhSXYoTWth6ltRbd8d7cdWGP4BviieRDKT1Ke-l6wMuWvBPCPdrCwtJkIW4jbwdOMjZxkmCbR9CnstG1x5qhfUHeUkzmUQ5AT1lzuAAY6WykOLJFMR-WJ9l_4ilEZsdOMBMLbExi8/s1344/SweOlPE7NX19aBO886ib--1--tuk1x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1344" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl4j5sDwLMFlq95j-hDGm6KclFlt24mcoxjbomaAJ3BeMpOF0ByWhSXYoTWth6ltRbd8d7cdWGP4BviieRDKT1Ke-l6wMuWvBPCPdrCwtJkIW4jbwdOMjZxkmCbR9CnstG1x5qhfUHeUkzmUQ5AT1lzuAAY6WykOLJFMR-WJ9l_4ilEZsdOMBMLbExi8/w640-h366/SweOlPE7NX19aBO886ib--1--tuk1x.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><b>Healing Thoughts</b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Behind closed eyes the dancing light unveiled scenes to another time, where rivers met the calm conscious flow without boundaries. There, old deep forests inhale the sun where all lifeforms thrive, lush in vibrancy with the universe.<br /><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">Image Generated by Stewart Brennan on</span> <a href="https://nightcafe.art/u/The-Minstrel" target="_blank">Night Café Studios</a> - </span><br />Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-6971269075829663812024-03-13T19:29:00.002-04:002024-03-14T05:44:25.631-04:00Serenity Gathered<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pre5xKLwN16ZZUNcIyaYbK53Uy35Y3LoshN7JlIW5mCdJljMr3u6c7W5JLnmimdp2jacUxN2v2dbqRlU2gdGV8V7eG9EpAfVoCb9jhl6AxNtw_ETi0GPe7G43YddwyZHWfl4nMS_76HrXOFJI9Nye26bf2k_63Fyvf8iO0-MPyr-e43AHuv1klplLF8/s1344/OzcQvNEJovoLHdVYUDXo--1--4pz2a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1344" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pre5xKLwN16ZZUNcIyaYbK53Uy35Y3LoshN7JlIW5mCdJljMr3u6c7W5JLnmimdp2jacUxN2v2dbqRlU2gdGV8V7eG9EpAfVoCb9jhl6AxNtw_ETi0GPe7G43YddwyZHWfl4nMS_76HrXOFJI9Nye26bf2k_63Fyvf8iO0-MPyr-e43AHuv1klplLF8/w640-h366/OzcQvNEJovoLHdVYUDXo--1--4pz2a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Serenity Gathered</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Serenity gathered a lush of life with her spell.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Timid beings drew to the bay and intertwined</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in that secret place,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">where all things meet in a state of conscious mind,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">just so complete, together in ballet,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">indivisible on that perfect day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">---------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Image generated by Stewart Brennan using the words above on the</span> <a href="https://nightcafe.art/u/The-Minstrel" target="_blank">Night Café studio</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-1683285822165651872024-03-05T06:21:00.001-05:002024-03-05T06:25:11.871-05:00Silent Strength<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODKKVcsJeYGLRih9zPGbBV84qYZ6YOSeEYyQf9RYkmmdBrR36FEJlBEOxXyXNcSA09-M-PrWJP4wJtFANNp12dCdaK828U_B90sy3CaC3AWp5GDwAim2oB7ybPxzLcauE4jT6YmqbBWlJRwkloyr_9CMRU0AZ938gszqa0K6I81YFOkng1EDjJgw9iMo/s1024/aJwDggmmICTp6iHQEJS8--1--tactz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODKKVcsJeYGLRih9zPGbBV84qYZ6YOSeEYyQf9RYkmmdBrR36FEJlBEOxXyXNcSA09-M-PrWJP4wJtFANNp12dCdaK828U_B90sy3CaC3AWp5GDwAim2oB7ybPxzLcauE4jT6YmqbBWlJRwkloyr_9CMRU0AZ938gszqa0K6I81YFOkng1EDjJgw9iMo/w640-h640/aJwDggmmICTp6iHQEJS8--1--tactz.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Silent Strength</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Behind the eyes his pain was silent,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">world war two look firm and knowing,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with the great depression and hard times,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that experience never showing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To clean the roads for half a dollar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">as a boy, his wages for the week,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and here I was with Sunday papers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">making more at the eight o’clock peak.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I felt embarrassed but he was proud,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a life lesson with him on the street.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He never complained or was jealous</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and he never gave in to defeat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">---------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>*Image generated by Stewart Brennan on <a href="https://creator.nightcafe.studio/?ru=The-Minstrel" target="_blank">Night Café</a></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-77052590283785225342024-03-05T05:58:00.002-05:002024-03-05T06:03:18.047-05:00Unipolar Dominion<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQdJyhPr719ZbVqcvBcbm9NlSOGT6D3qe9hkbkHC8p1kg-TUTh72_qzNLUwVvBmqxZVG-v5MhoVV_CyrSTwTJYwqDSGrHH24i68rwyD7TsJlqRgfvGk_-uHGb84Uae7zNaZg_VYSRo61MwBS6h99JQfB8gurwaquW-8HF6qlJCDfLvfMfZA_IugNbJKI/s1024/fOf30LUp6E0RpUGJqu7R--1--7a5jt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQdJyhPr719ZbVqcvBcbm9NlSOGT6D3qe9hkbkHC8p1kg-TUTh72_qzNLUwVvBmqxZVG-v5MhoVV_CyrSTwTJYwqDSGrHH24i68rwyD7TsJlqRgfvGk_-uHGb84Uae7zNaZg_VYSRo61MwBS6h99JQfB8gurwaquW-8HF6qlJCDfLvfMfZA_IugNbJKI/w640-h640/fOf30LUp6E0RpUGJqu7R--1--7a5jt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Unipolar Dominion</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A broken world surrounds a dream with parasitic nightmares.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">--------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">About this Brevity: </span></b>It has a general meaning for life on this planet. The brevity depicts a world that is descending (Broken world). (The Dream) is what we create and envision throughout life...and (Parasitic nightmares) are those that destroy what we create or envision through some sort of manipulation to own, control, or destroy it by destructive means. The brevity can be viewed through most windows of life and thought where the controllers of economics manipulate and feed on the dreams and works of people, making life and the world a lesser place...and it all happens in a second. Globalization and consolidation by the barrel of a gun.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>*Image generated by Stewart Brennan on <a href="https://creator.nightcafe.studio/?ru=The-Minstrel" target="_blank">Night Café </a></b><br /></span><p><br /></p></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-15976624825260279182024-03-02T12:36:00.000-05:002024-03-02T12:36:33.354-05:00In Twenty-Two, the Trucks Came Through<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaszlCsRWGzJiqB_IY43X4G2d_PjIUnon_kEiU1XvfsEj33FMqXa_YWo3QusVYcJJn8APyPT0KcwFybMIDC13Du26zhyphenhyphenpqeHY3F8iR3CNjbL-l07AxrZhQMPOUMvq8gpG4sjtQwZVGTwUQitDgwNNOVnYn4VamM1-H3r3KuzJy0FJEsJp4D1Hiqc6TNeQ/s4000/creative-upscale-c0k0h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="4000" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaszlCsRWGzJiqB_IY43X4G2d_PjIUnon_kEiU1XvfsEj33FMqXa_YWo3QusVYcJJn8APyPT0KcwFybMIDC13Du26zhyphenhyphenpqeHY3F8iR3CNjbL-l07AxrZhQMPOUMvq8gpG4sjtQwZVGTwUQitDgwNNOVnYn4VamM1-H3r3KuzJy0FJEsJp4D1Hiqc6TNeQ/w640-h364/creative-upscale-c0k0h.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">In Twenty-Two, the Trucks Came Through</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">In twenty twenty-two</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">the year insanity consumed the zoo</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">with lockstep fascism in the west</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">through vaccine mandates that they pressed.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Thank goodness for our freedom convoy</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">that broke the spells, brought tears of joy</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">exposed the media in their lies</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">and the governing demons in disguise.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">------------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">Image generated by Stewart Brennan on <a href="https://creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/6wBFUja7L6lvtC6fJQIw" target="_blank">Night Café </a></span></i></b></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">About this Poem:</span></b> <span style="color: #fcff01;">When we entered 2022, there was a lockstep tyranny throughout the west forcing everyone to take dangerous mRNA shots. It was a very dark time for everyone that saw through the lies, as individual freedoms were under attack by the very nations that claimed to uphold them. <br /><br />As people began to push back, governments throughout the western world dug in their heels and forced people to take these dangerous shots. It wasn’t until the Canadian Truckers Freedom Convoy rolled across the country into Ottawa with the rise of Canadian citizens across the political spectrum that the spell of fear on the population was truly broken. The ground swell of protest spread across the world shining its light and calls for freedom which put an end to forced inoculations around the world and ended the fake pandemic. </span><br /><br /><br /></span>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-5649538937393374862024-03-01T22:10:00.000-05:002024-03-01T22:10:22.415-05:00The Bond<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrIi8qXHCq_hxg3fv1keeYq5WotASJQUEC730Anar2xZ28Lv-czp5UxKNI5Z_q003etQ0nzna0IdGifZGBvMY3RKc8HFbPX-Sy1u0iHpiMhMwztN8XTZjUl_DGQslCCupVzQBuv9CTcTVFtjOxGwmTjUM7S0F34xbkQpYyUqR887BNBXPWFM4v4uTSvY/s1344/FK24iCYIgajy3k4zzl53--1--veyzf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1344" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrIi8qXHCq_hxg3fv1keeYq5WotASJQUEC730Anar2xZ28Lv-czp5UxKNI5Z_q003etQ0nzna0IdGifZGBvMY3RKc8HFbPX-Sy1u0iHpiMhMwztN8XTZjUl_DGQslCCupVzQBuv9CTcTVFtjOxGwmTjUM7S0F34xbkQpYyUqR887BNBXPWFM4v4uTSvY/w640-h366/FK24iCYIgajy3k4zzl53--1--veyzf.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">The Bond</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I do not lightly choose a hand</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">for one must make a moral stand</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">wield essence by stern command</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">confront the plague upon the land.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">A conscious bond one does feel</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">stronger than Damascus steel</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">joined alliance that is real</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">with solemn oath, one must kneel.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">--------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #01ffff;"><i>Image created by Stewart Brennan on <a href="https://creator.nightcafe.studio/?ru=The-Minstrel" target="_blank">Night Café </a></i></span></b></div><br />Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-85116878606677598672024-03-01T21:35:00.001-05:002024-03-01T21:35:04.645-05:00Together<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgp-pe8uHEuGeDH3y4t3vk8rLcVAGg2g-X-5zFIl4MjFc-fAj00uEptc18RW6Ke8zXvVBeA7axCYfspHvhMBvlu2GxwOBATfFBDwoNlQT7MHJJxC4bOeZTeMqyBALe0luPUT9h2yDhG_h1e9aKVDpgO6hJSQsvTQNxL92DjDHEKCLIEJDw85JTMo0qdw/s1024/TtBgQlsclWhFcxJDHiyT--1--vqdd4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgp-pe8uHEuGeDH3y4t3vk8rLcVAGg2g-X-5zFIl4MjFc-fAj00uEptc18RW6Ke8zXvVBeA7axCYfspHvhMBvlu2GxwOBATfFBDwoNlQT7MHJJxC4bOeZTeMqyBALe0luPUT9h2yDhG_h1e9aKVDpgO6hJSQsvTQNxL92DjDHEKCLIEJDw85JTMo0qdw/w640-h640/TtBgQlsclWhFcxJDHiyT--1--vqdd4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Together</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We stood together to shoulder the storm,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">against the madness to keep us both warm,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lost in each other, extensions in part</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">we remained intact when the storm did depart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">------------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">Image created by Stewart Brennan on <a href="https://creator.nightcafe.studio/?ru=The-Minstrel" target="_blank">Night Café</a></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-67406286019637573832024-02-26T06:15:00.007-05:002024-02-26T06:15:59.441-05:00Pleiadian Skies<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4843ivP0DwaLhkiYrXntVNDvMtihqNujEMFqaYsaa6_qLQ3simsZtHvgSwRwLOjfXL81tKEThz4yqb6gn4CmyQXfkIcAkqUW9oC7JnT-HoF8B-lX8axUY2nR8VWf7wkZy-QGiuJynom7mTlhU0dpdkHVawbERMOU8snzs3kKOt3XARBXEJRYoUDeGeXg/s8000/Pleiadean%20Skies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4571" data-original-width="8000" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4843ivP0DwaLhkiYrXntVNDvMtihqNujEMFqaYsaa6_qLQ3simsZtHvgSwRwLOjfXL81tKEThz4yqb6gn4CmyQXfkIcAkqUW9oC7JnT-HoF8B-lX8axUY2nR8VWf7wkZy-QGiuJynom7mTlhU0dpdkHVawbERMOU8snzs3kKOt3XARBXEJRYoUDeGeXg/w640-h366/Pleiadean%20Skies.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><b>Pleiadian Skies</b></span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pleiadian skies beryl and white,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">an ocean of stars a glow,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pouring over the mountain tops,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to streams and rivers below.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff;"><i>Artwork created on Night Cafe</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-15651431081644417012024-02-11T14:41:00.007-05:002024-02-12T13:09:18.745-05:00Rumors from the Attica Flutes<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Rumors from the Attica Flutes</span></b></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There’s a storm of fire gone unseen</div><div style="text-align: center;">hidden behind the shadow’s screen;</div><div style="text-align: center;">right here on this planet earth</div><div style="text-align: center;">the place that holds what we are worth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An anxious and a sinful place,</div><div style="text-align: center;">controlled and made by human race,</div><div style="text-align: center;">where every greedy thought takes root</div><div style="text-align: center;">and made a unit of law to boot.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Where Attica flutes of hades sing</div><div style="text-align: center;">those sour notes of cutting strings</div><div style="text-align: center;">that swallow all the gods through fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">in cyber orbit above this sphere.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Such iron bars do now unfold,</div><div style="text-align: center;">with Cerberus guard dogs that they hold,</div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">that fiber optic censored glow</div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">invoking AI storms below.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">About this Poem:</span></b> <span style="color: #fcff01;">Inspired by a Henry David Thoreau poem called, <br /><br />“Rumors From An Aeolian Harp”</span><br /></span><br />Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-86090859415971413772024-02-11T10:45:00.010-05:002024-02-11T12:36:19.433-05:00The Morning Veil<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-06GhQOFUpS6O6CrSj5z_GB3Tia_QZDbphA6l55euhGWkJl0-e1LRIukN4yUBhDjUOb9889IPzwJedUk31jg99YqRiQsdYVDLQm86BXzfPlGDWPQR6Fo0wvWT6xY-BWapug16YEjMPgozHzEwkGwWV-cJts_au8PaaDs_rNXJ-Mz6Jjgoma9xml_rV0/s500/460.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="500" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-06GhQOFUpS6O6CrSj5z_GB3Tia_QZDbphA6l55euhGWkJl0-e1LRIukN4yUBhDjUOb9889IPzwJedUk31jg99YqRiQsdYVDLQm86BXzfPlGDWPQR6Fo0wvWT6xY-BWapug16YEjMPgozHzEwkGwWV-cJts_au8PaaDs_rNXJ-Mz6Jjgoma9xml_rV0/w640-h428/460.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">Photo Credit to "Mandy Lea"</span></i></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01;">The Morning Veil</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sun breaks through the morning veil</div><div style="text-align: center;">bathes the flowers in golden hale,</div><div style="text-align: center;">florets rise with arms outstretched</div><div style="text-align: center;">embrace their God of life and death.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rising higher, to mountain row</div><div style="text-align: center;">radiant praise, essence aglow</div><div style="text-align: center;">sunflowers sing their glorious tune,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a cycle of life, by sun and moon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There they stay until sun goes down</div><div style="text-align: center;">hushed to sleep on silver ground,</div><div style="text-align: center;">bathe in moon beams, dew and rain</div><div style="text-align: center;">and wait for God to come again.</div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------</div></span><br /><div><br /></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-643082936367543892024-02-10T12:31:00.007-05:002024-02-10T12:31:52.157-05:00Wolf Spirit<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4ZA4k76xifEvwnqBzGDYbnxL9P8GafFNecj5_qpy1mjQtlVhT9okb-9Y76xCLlvlyVHfZZix94zZur2HEGWze916GiQdI1bn7uCx7B9NYOO5_FJ7pvAJhJN9GC3JLMbdI1I-euS5RbKiFhrWiaInXVzaEqm6xND6SQ8Lh_b_24pD4HE_w-OZ5QqEjFI/s500/415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4ZA4k76xifEvwnqBzGDYbnxL9P8GafFNecj5_qpy1mjQtlVhT9okb-9Y76xCLlvlyVHfZZix94zZur2HEGWze916GiQdI1bn7uCx7B9NYOO5_FJ7pvAJhJN9GC3JLMbdI1I-euS5RbKiFhrWiaInXVzaEqm6xND6SQ8Lh_b_24pD4HE_w-OZ5QqEjFI/w640-h640/415.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01;">Wolf Spirit</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rhythm of drums brought the fog</div><div style="text-align: center;">consciousness of the wolf,</div><div style="text-align: center;">summoned spirit of the warrior</div><div style="text-align: center;">he chooses who he comes to see,</div><div style="text-align: center;">for bravery, courage and resilience</div><div style="text-align: center;">are the words he speaks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-23477304427320416392024-02-05T15:33:00.001-05:002024-02-05T15:33:07.555-05:00Waiting<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivegrnMin9FcZgaA7otESM4mVcbvpVPeZtjjo3D8TAKdZQc9iQcLpdwHtBznxThVRKfDUwYN_LCSxlDRWo3j9slYGxXtvmvxdI-VFladPp0pkhNdUBd62KfPG5F0Q4DY-mzbLWo2YqTcb-3r4JJcoLEfYdQoV3IyBF3dv8f-n3ls-iAdu9oaaoIEw4jHw/s600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivegrnMin9FcZgaA7otESM4mVcbvpVPeZtjjo3D8TAKdZQc9iQcLpdwHtBznxThVRKfDUwYN_LCSxlDRWo3j9slYGxXtvmvxdI-VFladPp0pkhNdUBd62KfPG5F0Q4DY-mzbLWo2YqTcb-3r4JJcoLEfYdQoV3IyBF3dv8f-n3ls-iAdu9oaaoIEw4jHw/w512-h640/10.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Waiting</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Comfort shades brown peering eyes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">there amongst the scent of birch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hidden under greying skies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and autumn leaves upon a perch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snug and safe from hunter’s game</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">but ready should the need arise,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to tap into his sturdy frame,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">despite the smallness of his size.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A quickened pulse then in his chest</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">as trappers near, he holds his breath.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lessons learned now put to test,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">one false move could be his death.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There inside he sees it all,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">traps are set amongst the grass.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Plans a route to warren hall,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">waits until the hunter’s pass.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Silence reigns as sun goes down</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a calm return to forest dome</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to then emerge from underground</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">seeking comfort of his home.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">---------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-19880288106245476212024-02-05T15:29:00.000-05:002024-02-05T15:29:08.700-05:00The Ancient Forge of Magic Rings<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiE1xdekTrT9lT6RP3ZzYo0XSa3yk2MjOcevZyFrweQZ-MKI1CATdBPBZN2S3AozM7V1d5k_Phzuv8KOmLRN0lYgJjhYn-2k2zvw4lwc02ryCNDXA7qry2PSyt6orPFn4VX3iBwa7koMsVoQv243vCNDRRh35jQHD0tgzhNoionxXyEsGUu5rnXIifoo/s500/973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiE1xdekTrT9lT6RP3ZzYo0XSa3yk2MjOcevZyFrweQZ-MKI1CATdBPBZN2S3AozM7V1d5k_Phzuv8KOmLRN0lYgJjhYn-2k2zvw4lwc02ryCNDXA7qry2PSyt6orPFn4VX3iBwa7koMsVoQv243vCNDRRh35jQHD0tgzhNoionxXyEsGUu5rnXIifoo/w640-h640/973.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">The Ancient Forge of Magic Rings</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Celestial fires washed away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the golden age of Argonauts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">where magic things long forgotten</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">remain but ashes of old thoughts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I stood in wonder, mesmerized</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in the cave I had discovered.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">An ancient place deep underground</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with artifacts I recovered.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beryllium rings, crowned with stones</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">of ruby and blue sapphire,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">for kings and queens and overlords,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that were forged by dragon’s fire.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Twelve magic bands with scrolls attached</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">concealed in a granite box</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with embossed designs in ancient tongue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">on layered metamorphic rock.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I stumbled on this hidden place</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that was filled with bygone things</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in the Monteregian mountains</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the ancient forge of magic rings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-19328662009724530132024-02-05T15:24:00.006-05:002024-02-05T15:34:19.215-05:00The Phoenix Moon<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQr1Z7obJW6j-oxuXJsUDKAOpRvorjIQZiDJ9ReYNxV-yV3jPD_auN6980fDKOMAwk3NyyUJ2g08b0lWmAFk2L_APgixsyeE1W_gnjwfEtq3Msa5cSy1wS2BybJ1JKD8NPaNLidWKQ-AoVOxmDDeD6D0gWn7DDXhu0SblTl-6TZOm6UNAyeLx0L8niKJk/s600/773.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="355" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQr1Z7obJW6j-oxuXJsUDKAOpRvorjIQZiDJ9ReYNxV-yV3jPD_auN6980fDKOMAwk3NyyUJ2g08b0lWmAFk2L_APgixsyeE1W_gnjwfEtq3Msa5cSy1wS2BybJ1JKD8NPaNLidWKQ-AoVOxmDDeD6D0gWn7DDXhu0SblTl-6TZOm6UNAyeLx0L8niKJk/w378-h640/773.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">The Phoenix Moon</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When the phoenix moon rises</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and bald eagle takes wing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the timber wolf howls</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and mountain fires spring,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aphrodite will return,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">heaven will once again sing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">covering earth in warmth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and renewal it will bring.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">----------------------------</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-13852957926243647162024-01-28T12:18:00.001-05:002024-01-28T12:18:11.463-05:00He Who Walks a Different Path<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N83PgnvrJzgE-ly57Ruc_Ulxofl7c1SzVporqvLOPFucwNnTYeKc4iy-CGP41MTSBce0-PgHzbyg03tcwAHLNIK5MeRAuzTmWvvyekUGtJnnq6Cl2o9km8uYwwGZ46meLQgpdfgUNlWM2_ACMo8mmeefUIsryxb6SbXXdmjX-EsKXqodOgMwk_5mDSM/s500/554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N83PgnvrJzgE-ly57Ruc_Ulxofl7c1SzVporqvLOPFucwNnTYeKc4iy-CGP41MTSBce0-PgHzbyg03tcwAHLNIK5MeRAuzTmWvvyekUGtJnnq6Cl2o9km8uYwwGZ46meLQgpdfgUNlWM2_ACMo8mmeefUIsryxb6SbXXdmjX-EsKXqodOgMwk_5mDSM/w640-h640/554.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01;">He Who Walks a Different Path</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Beneath the mountains and the strath</div><div style="text-align: center;">came, he who walks a different path</div><div style="text-align: center;">a gentle being of Mohawk mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">who felt for others and was kind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet from his village he did roam</div><div style="text-align: center;">into the forest he called home</div><div style="text-align: center;">he talked to birds of every girth</div><div style="text-align: center;">all the creatures that walked the earth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The bond that grew made them his friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">an understanding with amends</div><div style="text-align: center;">a mortal conscious bond and call</div><div style="text-align: center;">with promise to protect them all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One day his world was set aflame</div><div style="text-align: center;">when hunters of the village came</div><div style="text-align: center;">and took his closest conscious friend</div><div style="text-align: center;">his grief and anger would not mend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He believed all life was deserving</div><div style="text-align: center;">sentient life was worth preserving</div><div style="text-align: center;">so, when the hunters came that day</div><div style="text-align: center;">he told his friends to run away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The starving hunters soon caught on</div><div style="text-align: center;">when all their prey had left and gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">chased, he who walks a different path</div><div style="text-align: center;">into the mountains with their wrath.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Up at the top, with feelings grim</div><div style="text-align: center;">where just the clouds could visit him</div><div style="text-align: center;">there were no creatures, and few birds</div><div style="text-align: center;">when sadness came and took his words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He felt alone, began to pray</div><div style="text-align: center;">asked God to take his grief away</div><div style="text-align: center;">upon the highest mountain range</div><div style="text-align: center;">his body then began to change.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Creator blessed him for staying true</div><div style="text-align: center;">to purpose he was tasked to do</div><div style="text-align: center;">the given task when he was born</div><div style="text-align: center;">God changed him then from human form.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A golden eagle then took the skies</div><div style="text-align: center;">with soaring spirit and conscious eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">above the mountains and the strath</div><div style="text-align: center;">flew, he who walks a different path.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------</div><br /><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">About this Poem:</span></b> <span style="color: #fcff01;">Inspired by a Mohawk legend about a boy who turned into an eagle.<br /><br />Inspired by KiiskeeN'tum (She Who Remembers)<br />Turtle Island Centre Family Services<br />Manitoba, Canada</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">Link to Story:</span> <b><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20090221095556/http://www.mormonmohawk.com/traditional/eaglestory.html" target="_blank">How the Eagle first came to the people</a></b><br /><br /></span><br />Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-17772899151887188832024-01-15T12:51:00.006-05:002024-01-16T05:30:27.282-05:00Fall of the EU<p> </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><b>Fall of the E.U.</b></span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Bit by bit the E.U. fell,</div><div style="text-align: center;">just couldn't shake that hubris spell.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So strong together, such a farce</div><div style="text-align: center;">gone shot themselves in the arse.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's quite alright, because you can vote</div><div style="text-align: center;">for candidates shoved down your throat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All little demons of the WEF;</div><div style="text-align: center;">to people’s needs they’re blind and deaf.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They cut your gas and cut your oil</div><div style="text-align: center;">while agriculture rots and spoils</div><div style="text-align: center;">under rainbow flags of ascension,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you’ll never get that promised pension.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Forced into debt without delay</div><div style="text-align: center;">each nation labeled as the prey.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sanctions placed on those defiant</div><div style="text-align: center;">till vassal states become compliant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Gimme, gimme", Ukraine needs more,</div><div style="text-align: center;">that little scavenger makes you poor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Boil, bubble, inflation trouble,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you’re eating less, while rents are double.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So don’t complain as cities burn,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you voted for that beasts return,</div><div style="text-align: center;">with leeches given final say,</div><div style="text-align: center;">on sovereignty they’ve washed away.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">The Activist Poet</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-66331205133781060662024-01-14T13:43:00.002-05:002024-01-14T13:47:15.848-05:00The Northern Kingdom<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGySNVBBa56x5439Zqkx6OkBSDz2tV75M6NYG5GY8KS1i6pIN93q9aQGzqk70I4zJUPENmcHQhUHU7XpV3qwpdN3VdhdYQml759QZDw2LnbXky3WzIapqmae5hfDkRE10oJ0UlsCKcfH-3X9lU9fvlHw4kU-cL5mJPdq18h1UH0eqNwASVjYKsPGB7qd0/s600/539.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGySNVBBa56x5439Zqkx6OkBSDz2tV75M6NYG5GY8KS1i6pIN93q9aQGzqk70I4zJUPENmcHQhUHU7XpV3qwpdN3VdhdYQml759QZDw2LnbXky3WzIapqmae5hfDkRE10oJ0UlsCKcfH-3X9lU9fvlHw4kU-cL5mJPdq18h1UH0eqNwASVjYKsPGB7qd0/w426-h640/539.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Northern Kingdom</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The northern kingdom welcomed me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">when I stood there in its morning glow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with arching limbs of forest trees</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">adorned with winters finest snow.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A crystal sea of ivory,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a gemstone treasure of the north</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lay before astonished me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">enticed my yearning to wander forth.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">---------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-73568632926647633362024-01-13T16:08:00.004-05:002024-01-13T16:08:43.150-05:00The Case Before You<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">The Case Before You</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Bloodlust gathers in Tel Aviv</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">where plans of ethnic cleansing seethes</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">to carpet bomb all Gaza’s land</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">and western leaders back their plan.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Gathered around the prison gate</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">becoming demons with their hate</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">destroy two million people’s homes</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">with jets and tanks and their drones.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Satanic monsters bloodied crawl</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">malevolent, hateful one and all</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">ten thousand children they have killed</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">their bodies dead, the streets are filled.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">With tears that come down as the rain</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">upon the tank treads that remain</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">the mud reflects those children’s eyes</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">all filled with fear and pain and cries.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">And mothers, fathers, sisters, aunts</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">all crushed beneath Israeli tanks</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">or bullet swarms from U.S. firms</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">to kill the people, they call germs.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I do not care what their supporters think</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">supremacist wails don’t make me shrink</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I stand for justice and human kind</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">not gangs of evil so maligned.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I call for justice to be served</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">after all the heinous crimes observed</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">applaud South Africa’s great support</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">at the international criminal court.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">---------------------------------------</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="352" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/v4oRlvP4gsY" width="481" youtube-src-id="v4oRlvP4gsY"></iframe></div><br /><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-55223155637480708722024-01-13T13:46:00.003-05:002024-01-13T13:46:49.689-05:00Collapsing Themes, Rebuilding Dreams<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><b>Collapsing Themes, Rebuilding Dreams</b></span></p><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Things today are over the top</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">the world appears insane</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">the stories told just don’t add up</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">and there’s nothing left to gain.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Yet in the streams of narratives</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">pressed by our mainstream news</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">our overlords have overreached</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">controlling public views.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Today we’re thrice divided</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">by psychological op’s</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">games are played, deceptions breach</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">and the noise just never stops.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">But once the game comes crashing down</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">the thieves will be exposed</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">for in the dust of crashing cards</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">the truth shall be disclosed.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Truth and strength shall claim their place</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">in the land that clings to hope</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">while building bridges over time</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">is how we’ll learn to cope.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">-------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">The Activist Poet</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-81322519532249065372024-01-13T12:00:00.001-05:002024-01-13T12:00:24.759-05:00Defiance<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><b>Defiance</b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">In the end,</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">when the conflicts still rage</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">and the army of bots descend</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">upon my presence on the stage</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I’ll speak my mind so that it’s clear</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I’ll not be quiet, nor desist,</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I’ll be more determined, persevere,</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">raise my resolve and raise my fist.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I’ll not go into that censored night</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">nor will I change my view</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">when nations unleash their might</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">to bomb, invade or stage a coup.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">I’ll battle where that evil has sprung</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">a field where every man should</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">condemn those that slaughter the young</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">embrace community and all that’s good.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">The Activist Poet</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-89312260100450961482023-10-03T20:21:00.005-04:002024-02-08T08:50:53.234-05:00Witness the Dawn<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Witness the Dawn</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Behind raspy rhythms</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">two eyes illume</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">drawing deep breath</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in the amethyst gloom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where firefly’s light</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">holds the hours of June</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and twilight skies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">drink the silver moon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Upon the horizon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the angels glow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">amongst the clouds</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">where endless dreams go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They shine their brilliance</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">red empathies flow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to warm the essence</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">of creation below.</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">----------------------</div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">About this Poem: </span></b><span style="color: #fcff01;">This poem was inspired by an Ennio Morricone tune called “Giù la testa” from the 1971 movie, “Duck You Sucker”</span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="337" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_imFm3FdFJE" width="486" youtube-src-id="_imFm3FdFJE"></iframe></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-20684488945610661452023-09-28T20:43:00.000-04:002023-09-28T20:43:24.875-04:00The Sorrows Came<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01;">The Sorrows Came</span></b></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">When our gardens burned in the banes of treason,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and our essence empaled by American mallets,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the sorrows came in the form of demons</div><div style="text-align: center;">and filled to brim our bloodied ballots.</div><div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="color: #fcff01;">The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures” </span><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">Vultures </span></b><br /><br />In those days, <br />when civilization kicked us in the face <br />the vultures built in the shadows of their talons <br />the blood-stained monument of tutelage. <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career. <br /><br />Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.</span></span>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-84095853055455915892023-09-28T20:38:00.000-04:002023-09-28T20:38:00.258-04:00Yoke of Oppression<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #fcff01;">Yoke of Oppression</span></b></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">When the red coats trampled us into the dirt</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the clouds of hunger swallowed our skies,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the yoke of oppression found our necks,</div><div style="text-align: center;">while squalid futures bled the fields dry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">----------------------------------------------</div><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures” </span><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">Vultures </span></b><br /><br />In those days, <br />when civilization kicked us in the face <br />the vultures built in the shadows of their talons <br />the blood-stained monument of tutelage. <br /><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career. <br /><br />Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa. <br /></span></span><br /> Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-65380279132009464682023-09-28T20:32:00.002-04:002023-09-28T20:32:43.337-04:00Governing Order<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Governing Order</b></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In these days of negative spectrums,</div><div style="text-align: center;">when truth and morals are engulfed in flames,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the governing order locks our doors</div><div style="text-align: center;">growing fat with their misery games.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-------------------------------------------</div><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures” </span><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">Vultures </span></b><br /><br />In those days, <br />when civilization kicked us in the face <br />the vultures built in the shadows of their talons <br />the blood-stained monument of tutelage. <br /><br /><span style="color: #fcff01;">David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career. <br /><br />Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.</span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201609583098414043.post-89802087372022252432023-08-19T20:04:00.000-04:002023-08-19T20:04:20.771-04:00Of Grey Roads and Landings<p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Of Grey Roads and Landings</span></span></b></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No truer than the television</div><div style="text-align: center;">that blinds its host of their vision</div><div style="text-align: center;">absorbs the essence into fire</div><div style="text-align: center;">to render moods dark and dire.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pretentious subjects taken in</div><div style="text-align: center;">that seethes and boils under skin</div><div style="text-align: center;">as repetition compounds belief</div><div style="text-align: center;">sucking souls just like a thief.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Voracity consumes the mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">to render victims deaf and blind</div><div style="text-align: center;">fills the soul with bright illusions</div><div style="text-align: center;">communicating their delusions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And when the program begins to stall</div><div style="text-align: center;">the world that’s built begins to fall</div><div style="text-align: center;">misconception fades and dies</div><div style="text-align: center;">but from the ashes one can rise.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">for all the lies that one had learned</div><div style="text-align: center;">built a lifetime, have crashed and burned</div><div style="text-align: center;">minds then opened in the light</div><div style="text-align: center;">with grand connection to inner sight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A gift of sight that’s not financial</div><div style="text-align: center;">on frequency that’s substantial</div><div style="text-align: center;">it rains compassion, opens eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">brings contentment and surprize.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All that matters then comes to you</div><div style="text-align: center;">before your transit from the zoo</div><div style="text-align: center;">one last chance to make amends</div><div style="text-align: center;">with distant family and fading friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">--------------------------------------</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">About this Poem:</span></b> <span style="color: #fcff01;">For generations our populations have been controlled by a few through a complex web of lies and illusions. We’ve been fed these lies our entire lives, but as the internet opened doors to challenge the controllers of the system, an information war began to wage around the world. For some, belief in the system’s programs will continue to their death. But for others, they will awaken and see the illusion for what it is and correct their path making amends, forgiving some and moving onto a whole new world that functions in a higher state of consciousness. </span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">The message </span></b>- Shed the ego, see the truth, repair your bridges and build new ones.</span>Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530411204211826030noreply@blogger.com0