Monday, October 12, 2020

Autumn Geese



Autumn Geese 

As autumn paints with color,
bright yellows, orange, and red,
cold temperatures freeze the ground,
the grass a frosty bed.

Morning composed the skyline,
in pastel tones with flair,
sunrise set the geese aglow,
like lanterns in the air.

Their song was like a calling,
that tugged my longing soul,
I watched them fly above me,
and felt the urge to go.

Their patterns vee’d in triumph,
above the harvest field,
setting sights then to the south,
migrating from the shield.

Their calling tugged emotions,
like loved ones they compel,
as parting sounds grew smaller,
I sent them my farewell.

Once they had gone, silence grew,
winter not far behind,
the wind then blew much colder,
with a longing I did find.
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2nd Edit June 12th, 2022

About this Poem: While on a morning walk in mid October 2020, I witnessed the sun paint the sky on early rise in orange yellow and red, while the foliage mirrored their colors. The grass was green with a frosty white and as the migrating geese flew above me, their bodies glowed like fire while their song captured my yearning to travel with them. A wonderful moment in the Canadian Autumn sunrise.




A Portrait of Life and Death



A Portrait of Life and Death 

There’s no better university than the cusp of death, 
for there in its gallery are seen two worlds side by side, 
both dripping in guilt and blood. 

Of death, it is but a door between levels of being, 
one physical and one not, 
one of fractal existence, 
and one of total consumption. 

Of life, there is no greater gift than spiritual freedom, 
to experience the universe as a sole entity, 
yet, often, man forgets he is not alone, 
for he falls into a gel that bleeds his spark, 
rendering him deaf to the whispers of consciousness, 
a trial of time, so often wasted in the long red nails of a lifespan. 

The soul is but a mirror of all, 
lest it shatters to leave one a disconnected shard, 
in a portrait of death, 
that has severed its connection to life.
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About this Poem: The photo above was a prompt in an October Poetry Contest on AP (AllPoetry). It reminded me of a television show I watched in the 1970’s called "Night Gallery", hosted by Rod Serling. On seeing the photo, the expression just came out.

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

The Chaotic COVID Game of Thrones



 

The Chaotic COVID Game of Thrones 

In recent history, the facts do show,
that economics will never grow,
since nine eleven, we’re led by fear,
and it’s getting worse every year.

The entire world, has gone to hell,
as peak has come to the oil well,
while violence greets the people’s probe,
with terror wars across the globe.

American empire found its knees,
through financial fraud and its disease,
a European bank cartel,
that dragged America down to hell.

Corporate seizures by foreign nations,
with partnered banks that caused inflation,
first wave came in two thousand eight,
easy pickings for the Chinese state.

They bought the corps that produced the goods,
and bought up homes in our neighborhoods,
high priced condos now fill our streets,
all controlled by banking cheats.

Demands increase on oil supply,
for Beijing, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Shanghai, 
Tianjin, Wuhan, Chengdu, Nantong,
Chinese cities where your jobs have gone.

Greed has peaked, the system shatters,
inflation leaves us all in tatters,
and now that housings beyond our reach,
the bankers lie to hide the leech.

The global central banking base,
that controls the oil market place,
employ their think tanks, devise a plan,
to save themselves and kill demand.

And so a pandemic was then born,
to launch the global bankrupt storm,
that forced the lockdowns of our nations,
destroyed what’s left of our foundations.

Everywhere, activity’s banned,
all is going according to plan,
the family business becomes the mark,
by the bloody covid corporate shark.

As second lockdown now emerges,
pressures on, as poverty surges,
while food production begins to slow,
population continues to grow,

Banking forums launch their schemes,
while Asia’s exploding at the seams,
their fake pandemic kills production,
business tanks to its destruction.

Gatherings banned, protests suspended,
freedom of speech has been upended,
the corporate cartel has taken root,
a dishonest clan in banking suit.

The Canadian fascists are all on board,
like Trudeau, Freeland, Legault and Ford,
destroyed their country, people confined,
with social distance, masks, and fines.

They raise themselves to live like gods,
controlled by wealthy gangs abroad,
and so their plans come home to roost,
while immigration provides a boost.

Prison waits if you oppose their plans,
as public gatherings have all been banned,
it’s precisely what they meant to do,
and why they’re resolved to see it through.

With global reset, scheduled next year,
life as we know it will disappear,
where the new jobs come from, is not clear,
but who can think while they push their fear? 

Winters coming, everyone’s locked down,
shackled tight, economies will drown,
everything stops, while nothings produced,
except on farms, but those are reduced.

Within six months of winters season,
the poorest exposed for no reason,
banking cartel will still hold control,
to reduce population pole to pole.

Those alive will be in submission,
Obedience through their rendition,
wake then people, to your crimson dawn,
no one will save you, when freedoms gone.
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By: The Activist Poet

Saturday, October 3, 2020

The Prophetic Tale of Tyrant Kings

 


The Prophetic Tale of Tyrant Kings 

In echoed halls of Tyrant Kings,
rumors swell on prophetic things, 
in stories told for what they bring, 
as hell arises, heaven sings. 

People badgered, while under keep, 
taxation graft, to make them weep, 
and sow their sorrows to the earth, 
while there is payment, they have worth. 

and then the famine comes for all, 
king’s community has a fall, 
but underneath the castle wall, 
the tyrant feasts within his hall. 

Amid the ashes and the smoke, 
the bodies burn in fires stoked, 
survivors grieve, across the land, 
the mourning seen in black arm band. 

In the wake of gathered sorrow, 
prayers are prayed for their tomorrow, 
but in the ale of their grief, 
their anger burns for common thief. 

Death takes form, on tyrant’s face, 
of crimes to hide, there is no place, 
and so the castle gates are crashed, 
including stores where food is stashed. 

Among survivors’, plans are made, 
to quell rebellion and crusade, 
to thwart king’s council that remains, 
and those that wish to hold the reigns. 

A constitution then is formed, 
the laws and freedoms so transformed, 
to serve the people and their kin, 
a new beginning to begin. 

Amongst the dust that came before, 
on yellow scrolls that called for war, 
are kept reminders and their rings, 
in echoed halls of tyrant kings.
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By: The Activist Poet

Authors Notes: History is filled with tyrant kings who come and go in bloody things…when people have enough of their rule, the time arrives to depose the fool...

Applies not only to kings, sultans and emperors but to governing memes who unleash totalitarian laws and put themselves above the community today...for they also have names and addresses to remember when the famine comes...


Sunday, August 16, 2020

The Five Leaf Clover



The Five Leaf Clover

Of life and stems,
with five leaf hearts,
the pools of sorrow,
do then depart.

Among the thorns,
and spiny grass,
infinity,
has come to pass.

To capture now,
the change foreseen,
reversing path,
to evergreen.

For everything,
a place and time,
the universe,
where all combine.

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About this Poem: Nature has provided me with signs over the years; signs that come as answers to questions I have from the inner most part of me. On August 14th, 2020, I found a five-leaf clover in answer to the future. I didn’t have to search for the clover, but was guided to it while in conscious thought with the inner voice within me.  

The poem reflects the answer of that inner conversation.

Meaning: With all the sorrows that the year 2020 has brought, they will pass…

“Reversing path to evergreen” means we will return to nature from the destructive course we are on.


Saturday, August 8, 2020

Seasons




Seasons

Frail days of summer,
descend uneasy skies,
whispers to the mountains,
their long farewell, goodbye.

Valley’s merge in twilight,
impressions gather clouds,
sigils of the mourning,
bathed in crimson shrouds.

Forests cast their shadows,
for summer they do weep,
while frosty air bites the wind,
as tree’s nod off to sleep.

Autumn brims its sadness,
in hurry and by strife,
raining leaves upon the ground,
with fading signs of life.

Memories gather moments,
where smiles forever gaze,
frozen in their seasons,
that time has tucked away.
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Inspired by the melancholy trends of the changing seasons, a photo I took in 2006 one early morning in Ayes Cliff Quebec and a brilliant composition by John Sokoloff called “Valleys”




A World of Pretend




A World of Pretend

What am I doing,
and why am I here?
What practical joke,
keeps a person in fear?

They’ve taken my rights,
the right to fight back,
and the rent is due,
on my cheap little shack.

To fall through the cracks,
where supplies are bare,
my clothes now tattered,
by the time and the wear.

“There’s no work for you”,
well that’s what they say,
they bid me good luck,
and have a nice day.

But still we push on,
experience and all,
greet what comes at us,
to get over the wall.

With the cupboard bare,
and bills that are due,
we stroll to good will,
and push our way through.

The lines are longer,
on handouts today,
more families in stress,
in jobs with less pay.

Rations now given,
with sac and a smile,
but I won’t eat much,
so, it lasts for a while.

As the sun descends,
there’s talk of a fight,
the streets are restless,
grows night after night.

Policemen then bloom,
with night sticks and guns,
teargas the people,
and set them to run.

Communities locked down,
in debt that they owe,
the rich grow richer,
…they’ll reap what they sow.

The morning sun’s up,
the streets still in flame,
media strikes out,
it’s the people they blame.

So here we all are,
in wait for the end,
there’s no going back,
in a world of pretend.
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About this Poem: The fraudulent economic model controlled by the private banks through real estate and multi-national corporations have destroyed our communities. Housing is so expensive now due to inflation that no one but the very rich can afford it. Weather it’s a home, apartment or condo, the wealthy have made it impossible for future generations to afford any of them. The jobs offered, if there are any, are all low paying labor jobs that no longer cover the rent, food, and bills.

The Private Banks and government pretend that all is well…and now that they have shut the economy down for 3 or 4 months to usurp what’s left through a pretentious excuse of a pandemic, a great many people are going to be in dire need…there is no future for the community unless the private banks, the bailed out corporations and governments stop pretending that there’s no problem…There IS a problem and that problem stems from the absolute greed and parasitic destruction of our communities by these private banks, corporations and real estate developers through the economic growth banking model. It’s time for everyone to stand up and change the way money works. The Reset that they will propose in 2021 will NOT be in the people’s favour. They do not want to let go of their economic power or control of OUR communities…make no mistake, the depression that’s coming is really going to hurt millions of people in every country. The only way to make change is to change the way money works, and that requires all of us to stand up and unite against the private banks and their monetary control. They are absolute parasites.

Saturday, June 20, 2020

The Wounds of Decay




The Wounds of Decay

The story began long ago,
when private interests took control,
and built for them a central bank,
to seize the nation of the yank.

This central bank with no review,
serves the interests of the few,
no country needed nor a border,
powers only their world order.

The fascist phrase that they embrace,
is European to the trace,
just read the history and their nature,
and their fiscal legislature.

They work on programs long on tooth,
instilled by T.V. in our youth,
infusing hatred right on course,
to set alight with no remorse.

City mayors nod endorsement,
the violence used by law enforcement,
a rubber pardon for the lot,
with stern reminder, don’t get caught.

Special interests control the stage,
with leaven topics filled with rage,
unrest that boldens special groups,
encouraged trouble brings the troops.

The sling of pain and words go deep,
they usher riots to the street,
and break all ties of unity,
crushing our community.

The rage continues through the fall,
to blame a president for it all,
November’s ballot played with stones,
the cartels private game of thrones.

American life in steep decline,
with private banks that are benign,
partner reset with deceiver,
China rises with its fever.

and while they dance upon our graves,
they’ll make who’s left their future slaves,
without the chance to make amends,
the country dies in bitter ends.

Just go and read the Davos print,
although the writing makes you squint,
our futures laid out by their quorum,
declared the way by their forum.

Reset starts with corona flu,
declared pandemic by the WHO,
media scares the population,
propaganda on the nation.

How many have died in the past?
previous years the news wont cast,
they won’t consider or review,
that death is common with the flu.

So here we are in division,
all controlled by television,
economy shot, gone to hell,
depression triggered by cartel.

They’ve disempowered everyone,
now failure’s looming with its run,
they stole it all, what we had saved,
to turn our people into slaves.

Yet hope remains with open mind,
by constitution that was signed,
be the leaders, and take it back,
we’re all united white and black.
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By: The Activist Poet

Authors Notes: It seems that promoting violence does not violate social media community standards, yet when people were sharing professional opinions about immunology, the corona virus and herd immunity, their videos or posts were censored...After being in lock down for 2 and a half months or more and witnessing the forced destruction of a dead man walking economy, there are now riots that contain agent provocateurs, abandoned police cars just waiting to be burned in front of cameras and piles of bricks neatly stacked in wealthy store areas...with a violent incident stoked by mainstream media to light a fuse...all in a US election year where the deep state is desperate to maintain their criminal economic cartel...So, as they get ready to roll out a militarized curfew by creating the problem action solution situation, they are going to make sure that no one will be able to protest when the economy (which has recently been propped up with Trillions of dollars) crashes right around the time that millions of people will have their unemployment insurance run out...Change will only happen when you take the power to create money away from the economic cartel and return it to the people. The economic crash will be our only chance to take their power away and rebuild a community that includes the ENTIRE community...Don't play their violent game or we will all lose...

The US Federal Reserve is a "Private" Central Bank that is controlled by a ring of wealthy families and their own Private Banks. It is a private Independent organization that has no accountability to US citizens or Government.

The World Economic Forum holds their annual meetings in Davos Switzerland. They have proposed an Orwellian solution to the problems that they created…

The Great Economic Reset

The Bank of International Settlements is an International Financial Institution owned by Central Banks (The Heart of the Economic Cartel)

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

The Reset



The Reset

Do not focus on the noise
just what’s behind the scenes,
for a reset is forth coming
by an economic scheme.

They’ve taken all our freedoms
and locked us down with laws.
Then warned us of what’s coming
and blamed us as the cause.

COVID’s just beginning
in the plan that they’ve conceived.
We’re distanced, masked and locked down,
everyone’s been deceived.

After finding out the truth,
that COVID’s force is mild.
That lock down wasn’t needed,
nor laws that they compiled.

The anger grows into the streets,
but the powers don’t give in.
They stay the course on the lie,
inflate their dogma spin.

Anger in our millions,
all censored by the news,
demand our rights and freedoms,
express our points of view.

But overlords see you march,
send agents to start trouble.
They infiltrate the protests
then turn the streets to rubble.

All the blame then put on you,
pushed by mainstream media,
their corporate lies and stories,
stamped by Wikipedia.

Scenes selected for TV,
programming those immersed,
to demonize the movement
through lies that they have versed.

Mainstream casts us right and left,
all according to the script.
Stage three of their reset,
for the freedoms they will strip.

The fall rolls in flu season
with the fourth wave of their plans.
All warned to stay in our homes
this time with BIO scans.

Next comes travel restrictions,
they’ll force us home to stay.
Unless we have their clearance
with passport DNA.

Vaccines they say for freedom,
an injection twice a year.
New variants they’ve intended
to fill our minds with fear.

And then they’ll crash the markets,
they’ll take what’s mine and yours
and wash away our freedoms
through economic wars.

Yet simple understanding
of our immunity,
would educate the masses,
bring back community.

But long the world will suffer,
as riots begin to appeal,
the overlords will hold you down
with nothing left to steal.

They’re going to make an offer.
But it’s not the way to go,
unless they end the private banks
and the way that money flows.

Oh sustainability,
your wealthy cartels and schemes,
are sociopathic demons,
who’ve shattered all our dreams.
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By: The Activist Poet

About this Poem: It seems that promoting violence does not violate social media community standards, yet when people were sharing professional opinions about immunology, the corona virus and herd immunity, their videos or posts were censored...After being in lock down for 2 and a half months or more and witnessing the forced destruction of a dead man walking economy, there are now riots that contain agent provocateurs, abandoned police cars just waiting to be burned in front of cameras and piles of bricks neatly stacked in wealthy store areas...with a violent incident stoked by mainstream media to light a fuse...all in a US election year where the deep state is desperate to maintain their criminal economic cartel...So, as they get ready to roll out a militarized curfew by creating the problem action solution situation, they are going to make sure that no one will be able to protest when the economy (which has recently been propped up with Trillions of dollars) crashes right around the time that millions of people will have their unemployment insurance run out...Change will only happen when you take the power to create money away from the economic cartel and return it to the people. The economic crash will be our only chance to take their power away and rebuild a community that includes the ENTIRE community...Don't play their violent game or we will all lose...

The US Federal Reserve is a "Private" Central Bank that is controlled by a ring of wealthy families and their own Private Banks. It is a private Independent organization that has no accountability to US citizens or Government.

The World Economic Forum holds their annual meetings in Davos Switzerland. They have proposed an Orwellian solution to the problems that they created…

The Great Economic Reset

The Bank of International Settlements is an International Financial Institution owned by Central Banks (The Heart of the Economic Cartel)


Monday, May 25, 2020

CORVID Corporate Control




CORVID Corporate Control

The wealthy cabal,
who sit in autonomy,
are making haste,
to sink the economy.

The board of directors,
are making their plans,
on how to survive,
their fraudulent scams.

So they call in the experts,
employed by the bank,
well paid planners,
that come from a tank.

“How do we recover,
the game that we’ve rigged,
to keep the trust going,
with the sheep and the pigs?”

“The order’s been given,
the masses will pay,
we’ll role out a virus,
they won’t have a say.”

“We’ll keep them locked up,
and load them with fear,
then keep it all going,
year after year.”

“They won’t even recall,
that the system was done,
we’ll blame it on COVID,
until we have won.”

“And if there’s resistance,
we’ll pull down the lines,
starve them all out,
and load them with fines.”

“We’ll censor the doctors,
and censor the net,
remove all their videos,
that pose us a threat.”

“To keep them inline,
our message repeats,
programming thoughts,
stay off of the streets.”

“The shops we allow,
will echo our plans,
“please keep your distance,
and wash up your hands.””

“The longer we do it,
the safer we’ll be,
controlling the system,
that governs the free.”

“The orders will spring,
from organizations,
in top down display,
to govern the nations.”

“The WHO will address,
the edict we’ve made,
announce a pandemic,
the actions we’ve weighed.”

“The states will abide,
the broadcast we’ve played,
for governing structures,
are one-way cascades.”

“The leaders and members,
instructing their nations,
will deliver our plans,
to govern their stations.”

“The whole world will wait,
and not question our plans,
they’ll wait for our signals,
to lift all the bans.”

Like a corporate structure,
all levels are clipped,
they will not defy,
what their bosses have script.

No one looks up,
or changes the course,
the corporate structure,
is one evil force.

So what will it take,
to wake up the masses,
take back what’s ours,
from the governing asses!?
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By: The Activist Poet

About this Poem: Don't focus on the noise...focus on what is being done behind the scenes. There is no reset for the people. The economic cartel's idea of a reset is going to be a world with drastically reduced freedoms through a global economic takeover. You will not have free speech, you will not have freedom of mobility, and you will not have freedom of choice, or independence from the economic grid. Event 201 (COVID-19) was their first major step in the planned shutdown of the old global economy...you are about to feel the effects of the shut down and the greatest economic depression in history while the economic cartel prepares to globalize all business into their digital currency of which you will be totally subservient, pay more taxes, pay higher inflation on food and housing and surrender all your freedoms to the ID surveillance state...in essence, we will be turned into drones working to maintain a totalitarian economic cartel. They already have control of the economy, they control our governments, media, social networks and search engines, they control technology, ammo, and the social engineered narrative so the only way to fight them is waking up as many people as possible and refusing the cartels dictatorial offering...the reset needs to be community driven not corporate private bank driven. Change must happen to the way in which money works and in our governing structures and we must find common ground on the way forward...sustainability of an economic monster is not the answer. Independence and cooperation are the way forward.

The link below is to the Economic Cartels planned reset. It helps to understand if you read it with a critical thinking mindset to help you interpret their exact intentions.

June 6th, 2020 – World Economic Forum – Now is the time for a great reset
https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2020/06/now-is-the-time-for-a-great-reset/



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