Important Book - The Activist Poet - Volume IV

 

The Activist Poet Volume IV is more than a book of poetry; it is a deep philosophical and truthful look into the 21st century through the eyes of a poet, analyst, activist, and human being.

The poems and essays within this book, piece together some of the major topics and conflicts of 2025; pointing out their root causes and possible solutions.

The Activist Poet - Volume IV reaffirms poetry’s role as a transformative force, offering readers both a mirror to society and a map for change. This collection is essential reading for those who believe in the power of words to shape a more equitable and just world.

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Fall of the EU

 

Fall of the E.U.

Bit by bit the E.U. fell,

just couldn't shake that hubris spell.

So strong together, such a farce

gone shot themselves in the arse.

That's quite alright, because you can vote

for candidates shoved down your throat.

All little demons of the WEF;

to people’s needs they’re blind and deaf.

They cut your gas and cut your oil

while agriculture rots and spoils

under rainbow flags of ascension,

you’ll never get that promised pension.

Forced into debt without delay

each nation labeled as the prey.

Sanctions placed on those defiant

till vassal states become compliant.

"Gimme, gimme", Ukraine needs more,

that little scavenger makes you poor.

Boil, bubble, inflation trouble,

you’re eating less, while rents are double.

So don’t complain as cities burn,

you voted for that beasts return,

with leeches given final say,

on sovereignty they’ve washed away.

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The Case Before You

The Case Before You

Bloodlust gathers in Tel Aviv

where plans of ethnic cleansing seethes

to carpet bomb all Gaza’s land

and western leaders back their plan.

Gathered around the prison gate

becoming demons with their hate

destroy two million people’s homes

with jets and tanks and their drones.

Satanic monsters bloodied crawl

malevolent, hateful one and all

ten thousand children they have killed

their bodies dead, the streets are filled.

With tears that come down as the rain

upon the tank treads that remain

the mud reflects those children’s eyes

all filled with fear and pain and cries.

And mothers, fathers, sisters, aunts

all crushed beneath Israeli tanks

or bullet swarms from U.S. firms

to kill the people, they call germs.

I do not care what their supporters think

supremacist wails don’t make me shrink

I stand for justice and human kind

not gangs of evil so maligned.

I call for justice to be served

after all the heinous crimes observed

applaud South Africa’s great support

at the international criminal court.

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Defiance

Defiance

 

In the end,

when the conflicts still rage

and the army of bots descend

upon my presence on the stage

I’ll speak my mind so that it’s clear

I’ll not be quiet, nor desist,

I’ll be more determined, persevere,

raise my resolve and raise my fist.

I’ll not go into that censored night

nor will I change my view

when nations unleash their might

to bomb, invade or stage a coup.

I’ll battle where that evil has sprung

a field where every man should

condemn those that slaughter the young

embrace community and all that’s good.

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Cycles and Rhythms

Cycles and Rhythms

Cycles and rhythms begin from one’s birth

with the gifting of life on planet earth

cycles that stage with the moon and the sun

regardless of time or where we come from.

A patterned series that brings lows and highs

from beginning of life to the day we die

we’re a rhythmic heartbeat that grows and learns

sinusoidal wave forms with peaks and turns.

Awareness, intuition, essence, strength

emotion, intellect all have a length

timing is different but sometimes converge

and through these patterns our cycles emerge.

The patterns of life, in the things we do

repeat in numbers to make it all true

it might be sports or multiple careers

cycles have stages and a length in years.

Those years are your numbers, special in you

revealed in birthdates or nemesis too

all can be measured, put on a scale

every victory or when you fail.

Think of achievements, your get up and go

days when your energy is high or low

as emotional stages rise and fall

our biorhythms can address it all.

One’s basic emotions, strengths and needs

are better dealt with when positive leads

and once you’ve mastered the timing of peaks

apply a set of strategic techniques.

Cycles and rhythms in emotional flow

with peaks and valleys that help us to grow

your spark is electric from heart to mind

bring interesting moments when all are aligned.

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About this Poem: The theory of biorhythm starts from the fact that since birth, man, or more precisely, his emotional, physical and intellectual abilities pass through favorable, unfavorable and critical moments. One easy way to understand or recognize the biorhythm is when you notice there are days when you feel good with no apparent reason.

Biorhythms describe energy levels and the capacity for performance on 3 Primary levels: physical, emotional and intellectual.

The emotional biorhythm governs the nervous system and lasts for 28 days. The same length as the Moon's cycle. It relates to one’s emotional stability or stress level which influences our emotional states, affecting love/hate, optimism/pessimism, passion/coldness, depression/elation.

The intellectual biorhythm lasts for 33 days and relates to one’s mental capabilities, creativity, and aptitude to solve problems. The cycle influences our memory, alertness, speed of learning, reasoning ability and accuracy of computation.

The physical biorhythm lasts for 23 days and is related to your physical energy, strength, health, stamina.

The cycle effects the physical aspect of the body and encompasses one’s energy level, resistance, and ones overall physical strength and endurance. The cycle influences physical factors such as eye-hand coordination, strength, endurance, and resistance to disease. During the negative half of cycle, you are likely to have less energy and less vitality.

There are 4 Secondary Bio-rhythms that can also measured in cycles: Spiritual (53 days), Awareness (48 days), Aesthetic (43 days), Intuition (38 days)

Biorhythms are calculated using simple math and graphing the data over a cycle of time

To know and understand your biorhythms is to be one step up as to when making important decisions.

Here is a link to a Bio-rhythm calculator. Try it and see for yourself

To calculate, enter your date of birth and today's date (or the date for which you want to see the biorhythm diagram) and then click calculate

Definition: Sinusoidal is a word used to describe the mathematical wave form or pattern of the sine wave. It can also be used to describe blood flow to the body’s organs or in AC electronics where one cycle begins at zero, peaks to a maximum positive point, descends towards the zero, then to the maximum negative point and back to the zero point. The form is based on a unit of time where 1/Time = frequency and is applicable to everything including the many different cycles within our star.

Solar Cycle

An example of a sine wave depicting the human audio spectrum (20 Hz to 20 KHz)

The Escalation

The Escalation 

Wars begin by envious eyes

from business ventures in demand

resource nations become the prize

for greedy interests to expand.

Detailed plans create a feeder

on the people of the nation

focus trained on foreign leader

Satan made by their creation.

Allies courted behind closed doors

where power breathes life into greed

reveal their plans for foreign shores

informing of their mutual need.

Arms are twisted behind the scenes

forcing partners to climb aboard

by economic threats and schemes

targets laid out in broad accord.

Planned diversions do then unfold

in nations fraught by envy’s eyes

insecurities then take hold

where violence begins to rise.

Outrage feigned by antagonist

tough sanctions waged and then invoked

preaching like an evangelist

escalation to war is stoked.

Depravations begin to sting

by gang of nations in a block

unrest follows by pains they bring

with coups well funded by the hawk.

Insurrection that they bankroll

calls for freedom backed with fire

divided nation is their goal

in a sea of molten ire.

Troops deployed on foreign border

mediums broadcast, threats are made

capitulate to their world order

pressures mount by war games played.

Criminal banks confirm their theft

confiscation of their assets

provokes to action with nothing left

offensive fly-by’s now with jets.

Target nation stabbed in the back

whom call to arms their motherland

they brace themselves before attack

enlarge their armory by command.

Confrontation does then ensue

outrage staged by the offender

support then sought through TV views

call to public, their defender.

Selective lies for public shock

actors plead and then implore

tough as nails in doctrine talk

to seek approval for a war.

Fabrications to bend the mind

population will acknowledge

information is all maligned

by a long false common knowledge.

Vermillion lips so flush with greed

judge and jury with their demands

crave for riches beyond their needs

deliver death to other lands.

Wars unleashed by the banking hawk

rhetoric stroked to their extremes

allies pulled in to form a bloc

nightmares unfold while future screams.

Innocent people caught between

violent conflicts and greedy schemes

with no way out of this ravine

except rebellion to their theme.

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About this Poem: In the modern age, war begins by a control of information. (Information wars). The fabrication of information and the censorship of inconvenient truths are used for the purpose of creating a false common knowledge in the public. Once the enemy has been created, a false narrative is then inserted that rhymes with the long program to strengthen the narrative against the enemy.

When a block of nations begins pushing the same narrative, a geo-political war begins to unfold through sanctions, trade wars, an arms race and then military wars. These wars can sometimes be in the guise of a proxy war, war on terror, planned insurrections, coup or assassination attempts.

It is worth noting that all wars are economic in nature where politics is an extension of economics and war is an extension of politics. In the end we must ask who benefits and what did they profit by waging their war.

Like a Thief in the Night

Like a Thief in the Night

A green mist billows from his steaming chalice

imbued with envy and staggering malice

his greedy intentions devour our dreams

where a beast takes form in violent regimes.

Deceitful, deceptive, a treacherous snake

with hidden objectives that cause you to break

acquiring all power to change all the rules

chicanery unfolds while appeasing the fools.

Resources claimed by the imperial hawk

while capital bleeders immerse in their stock

corruption ensues while appeasement unfolds

enslavement to debt then begins to take hold.

Burgeoning growth, abundance, prosperity

the monster unleashes his austerity

future looks bleak for the divided nation

as the debts take hold with stinging inflation.

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Riders of the Storm

Riders of the Storm

Wolf riders in the light

return to us and fight

preserve the visions born

upon the wailing storm.

Ride the cosmic trails

where silver conscience sails

with glowing torus calls

through tethered waterfalls.

Into this world take form

come through the wailing storm

reclaim your shadow's rhyme

and whisper in our time.

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Image generated by Stewart Brennan at Night Café

About this Poem: A poem I wrote after the death of a fellow poet and activist. The song "Riders on the Storm" came to mind while writing and thinking of him. 

Rest in peace Wolfspirit. May you ride upon the storms and come back in many conscious thoughts to those who loved you. 

Warriors will meet again.

2022 – The Reign of Tyrants

2022 – The Reign of Tyrants

Here we are in twenty twenty-two

the year insanity consumed the zoo

with lockstep fascism in the west

through destructive mandates that they pressed.

Thank goodness for our freedom convoy

that broke the spells with tears of joy

exposed the media in their disguise

and the government’s pernicious lies.

But insanity did not abate

as censorship claimed the western state

consolidation in point of view

with narratives controlled by a few.

Tyranny dropped its vaccine mandates

for foreign policy of the states

where a sponsored coup made civil war

an eight-year proxy on Ukraine’s shore.

No need to deny, peace was destroyed

Merkel confirmed Minsk was a ploy

to build an army, destroy their foe

Russian Donbass with nowhere to go.

The rise of monsters backed by the west

Svoboda, Azov and all the rest

a wave of violence and genocide

with propaganda that amplified.

Bombing stepped up in eastern Ukraine

by western backed forces once again

Donbass region all under attack

Russia no choice, protected their back.

Western leaders, subservient trolls

to U.S. dictates and monstrous goals

NATO continues encroaching more

rips up agreements they made before.

US sanctions for an added squeeze

hubris and lies their gravest disease

billions of dollars for marauders

Ukraine’s people as cannon fodder.

Energy war, unfolds on E.U.

striped away ties with Russia that grew

Nord Stream two bombed under the Sea

energy pipelines to Germany.

American hatchet across the Rhine

now all of Europe’s in steep decline

inflation has gripped the root of life

with energy loss leading their strife.

Russia targeted with U.S. bombs

Crimean bridge without any qualms

Russia replied across the Ukraine

electrical grid was bombed to contain.

Ukraine’s people are caught in between

western ignorance and war machine

and when Russia wins, tides will be turned

walls will remain, with hard lessons learned.

Hope prevails at end of the year

as twitter exposes the driving fear

the lies of tyrants in collusion

that push their evil twisted illusions.

The story concludes in twenty-three

by then I hope the people will see

the broadcast of lies that feathered belief

the reign of tyrants that brings no relief.

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About this Poem: 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.

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.

As the forced mandates began to fall under the pressure of civil protest, the same western governments, led by the U.S.A. then turned their sights on Ukraine. A country controlled by an evil regime with genocidal ambitions; that came to power under a violent western backed coup in 2014. The US doubled down on the eight-year civil war they had created in Ukraine and began a series of events that they knew would draw Russia into the conflict. Not only did the US continue their economic sanctions war on Russia, they forced the European nations to go along with them despite the serious destruction these sanctions had on the European economies. Europe is staring economic collapse in the face while the conflict in Ukraine comes to its conclusion.

There is no way back for Europe if they continue following the belligerent foreign policy of the American government. The Ukrainian and Russian people are same and are interconnected. When this conflict ends, and the genocidal puppets are removed from power in Ukraine, the voices of the Ukrainian people will once again be free to speak out against the atrocities they endured under the violent fascist regime that Europe and the West backed.

As 2022 comes to an end, we are beginning to see the truth come out as the Twitter files prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, that censorship was placed across the internet by a collusion of corporate power and government; which by definition, is the very substance of fascism.

There is hope for 2023 in that eyes will open. We’ve come a long way in a year and things will probably not get better economically, but I believe there will be more transparency and public debate as long as free speech continues to regain its footing on twitter.

Links:

[01] The Western Collapse into Fascism
[02] The Activist Poet on the Freedom Convoy
[03] Merkel Confirms Ukraine Peace Deal was a Ploy
[04] Twitter Files Detail COVID Censorship
[05] US Spies Pushed Twitter to Censor “Anti-Ukraine” Narratives - Media
[06] Patrick Lancaster – A crowdfunded journalist covering the Russia / Ukraine war within Russian controlled territory.
[07] The Duran - Informative discussions on Geo-political, geo-economic issues and current events.
[08] Southfront - Military Analysis and Intelligence

[09] 21st Century Wire - A better news and discussion alternative

[10] Eva Bartlett - Investigative Journalist

Fallen Idols

Fallen Idols

One by one the idols fell

draped within the covid spell

words of fire before the fall

pushed the mandates one and all.

Common sense and truth they spurned

plead forgiveness to those they burned

harm they’ve done not in their thoughts

and still believe in the shots.

Shots that cause young heart attacks

death and injuries by the vax

warnings trampled in their wake

by puppet actors they did make.

Arrogance and hubris crept

words of caring so inept

goosestep marching with the news

narratives with twisted views.

Now that truth has come to pass

breaks the spell upon the mass

light is shining, rising fast

on who said what in the past.

One by one the idols fell

draped within the covid spell

words of fire before the fall

pushed the mandates one and all.

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About this Poem: Right from the beginning, movie, music and television idols pushed the twisted narratives on mask, lockdowns, isolation and mRNA shots against a backdrop of evidence of their harm. Some of these idols went out of their way to demonize anyone that disagreed with the governments covid narratives, calling for the unvaccinated to be locked up and removed from society completely, even when evidence proved that the shots were causing massive injuries and premature deaths (still happening). Now that twitter is exposing the censorship and that government colluded with google, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter and Microsoft to censor the conversation of doctors, professors, investigative journalists and whistleblowers, we are seeing an awakening happening while silence lingers within the news and entertainment industry…this poem speaks to the illusion that these so-called idols care about you…they do not.

Twitter Files Detail COVID Censorship Campaign

The Ride

The Ride

Essence plays upon the earth

it weaves and dives the peaks with grace

a thrilling ride of sturm und drang

with hush of wind upon the face.

Every climb, a mountain conquered

and every fall the ride does make

a gift of freedom and a choice

compiles a lifetime in its wake.

Memories made are set to film

to play in hind sight on the train

like shooting stars, they come to pass

endearing sessions in their refrain.

Glee and joy, inseparable twins

beam from eyes wide open and tall

these moments made from all we touch

long deep breaths to catch them all.

To look ahead when mind is full,

when time and breathing are then short

we wish to live it once again

this ride and gift we do exhort.

Rebirth in essence on the earth,

to weave and dive the peaks with grace

relive the ride of sturm und drang

with hush of wind upon our face.

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Notes: Sturm und drang - A proto-Romantic movement in German literature and music which occurred from the late 1760s to the early 1780s, emphasizing individual subjectivity and the free expression of emotions.

Stockholm

 

Stockholm

Take us to the village square,

the town between the bridges,

Agnafit may claim its name,

above the lofty ridges.

Mälaren greets Baltic Sea,

and boats are laden to go,

to trading centers on the coast

where ancient stories flow.

The Æsir gods and Vanir,

no longer wage their wars,

a Viking town that still remains,

in the drinking halls indoors.

A hardy toast to the king,

a ritual at this haunt,

days of old, return in runes

at the Aifur restaurant.

Songs of journeys, stories told,

at gatherings in great halls

where mead does flow from lofty cups

with boisterous cheers of Skål!

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Poem Notes: Agnafit is the original old town where Stockholm was founded. It is located where Lake Mälaren meets the Baltic Sea.

The Æsir gods and Vanir are the gods of the Vikings

Aifir = The Aifur Restaurant – Stockholm Sweden

Skål means Cheers

Migration Retreat

 

Migration Retreat

Rolling greens touch the sky,

below the mountain peek,

its jagged teeth draped in snow

where roads less traveled meet.

Sovereign essence sails free

above blue turquoise skies

taken by the earth to pray,

I cast my old disguise.

Operit winds sing their songs

observe migrating geese,

where I’m at in my mind

I’ve come to find my peace.

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*Note: Operit = the operatic sound of the wind

Chains

Chains

Raging monsters have seized my soul,

my hands and feet are tied and bound,

a lonely place reserved in hell,

where no tobacco can be found.

It’s dry as ice, this forsaken place,

anxious moments on the rocks

fermented spirits sing their songs

and all the silver demons talk.

“It’s ok! What’s one gonna’ do?

There’s no harm in a little think,

wash all your wee troubles away.

Relax, and have that smoke and drink.”

Then those ripping chains of rage

with iron shards of conviction rake,

casting essence into the flames

where light brigade in gallop, breaks.

The war is on, in defiance

and the battles rage everyday

to break your spirit and your will

the demons, relentless play.

As time does pass like broken glass

and mine fields claim their victims,

the old world dies another death

from chains and games of addiction.

The Poets Crossroads

The Poets Crossroads

I think I’d like to play a game,

where famous poets stake their claim

around a table we’d apply

our crafty words upon the di.

A jumpin’ joint on southern road

where poets gather to unload

their rolling words from dusk till dawn

with bois’trus crowds to cheer them on.

On stage the poets would gather so

with Hughs, Cummings and Edgar Poe,

Will Shakespeare, Yeats and Angelou,

Mark Twain, Frost, Li Bai, and Du Fu.

All would journey to play the game,

called to table, their pride and fame

with fausty judge that talks in rhyme,

haiku panel that measures time.

Night after night excitement grows

when metrists deal their crafty prose

to challenge all their fellow bards

all measured strictly by their yards.

Best brevity’s chocked full and loose

chromatic colors give them spruce

a limb of words that they can strut

but careful now, cause’ they can cut.

It all happens and unfolds,

at poet’s corner and crossroads

don’t believe me, just come and see,

on fun filled website called A.P. 😉

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Link to "All Poetry" Website

Dream Home

Dream Home

If only I could build a home,

on forest land that wasn't owned,

I'd build it by the rivers edge,

enough away, above a ledge.

I’d choose a spot with lots of trees,

that stand like guardians to the breeze,

in coexistence to assure,

with lots of wildlife to be sure.

I’d grow my food that I would share,

and during harvest, say a prayer,

look up to stars and then immerse,

give thanks to God and universe.

I ponder how to make it true,

this dream of mine that I’ve thought through,

before the punch clock steals my prime,

and I’m not left with any time.

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Propaganda

Propaganda

What is history when not read

or viewed from all perspectives,

but left to an anchor’s feed

with obsidian objectives.

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Under the Ruins

Under the Ruins

In the quiet moments of passing moons,

when the owl glides obsidian air,

not a heartbeat is heard,

but the thump is sure felt,

as talons grasp its prey on the dunes.

Those left behind are spattered in mourning,

sand, a silver glow smothered in shadows,

many heartbeats are heard,

and their thumping’s sure felt,

by empathic witness under the ruins.

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A Six Week Drift

 A Six Week Drift

The seasons changed, a six-week drift,

the magnetic poles have shifted,

less geese in autumn, flying forth,

the weather’s sleeping in the north.

Leaves stayed green through October,

missing color left me sober,

the seasons changed a six-week drift,

but then the cold brought autumn swift.

Now winter hovers over spring,

the seasons changed, a six-week drift,

cooler weather through month of June,

the warmer clime won’t come too soon.

Magnetic shield weakens so,

a spinning planet dynamo,

normal cycle in polar shift,

the seasons changed, a six-week drift.

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The Race

The Race

My race began in nineteen sixty.

I’m aged and weather-worn, still afloat

with sails torn and failing rudder,

but in the race with my rebel boat.

Yet time has claimed so many things

and so many friends I’d come to know,

all of us racing to catch the sun

before the falling of winter snow.

Ocean currents forever blowing,

much faster now in these gathered years.

I’m sitting still as the tides roll on

where I ponder victories and my fears.

I ponder on all the people met,

many challenges within the race,

to live forever, we did believe

with excitement and blistering pace.

But storms arose, our connections lost,

the racing season came to an end,

my attention fixed on building boats,

while losing touch with all of my friends.

I questioned how my world diminished

as my communion began to fade.

I dropped my sail to watch the sun,

discovered my path was poorly made.

I changed my habits, rebuilt my boat,

studied all the maps that passed me by,

to then discover the secret isle

that answered all my questions why.

and as I sit here watching the sun,

with the new connections I have found,

I find we’re of the older mind,

but morally in tune and conscious bound.

Although time changes the path’s we’re on,

with the barbs and spears that left their trace,

the lessons learned and the friendships made,

were all a blessing in proper place.

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