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Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess it's built into us/
For a reason/
Like a type of radar/
For doubts alone/
When I hear your voice in my deep asleep
I say ," I am not sleeping in front of your millions eyes ,
my radar that see many things
which are happening in the world
while laying on a sofa in seventh seal prayer house."
You are Greater than all worldly and heavenly greatest
You are so good in my life daily,
Oh! dear Lord.
I glorify You for spiritual and physical blessings
Which multiply day by day.
July 9th 2023
Mediocracy
Along the simple path we plod
Bureaucracy
With a maze of obstacles to trod
Autocracy
Also trying to dodge the hit squads
Theocracy
Steering clear, of banned lesser gods
Plutocracy
Ride on through, wielding big fat wads
Democracy
A minefield of all above, behind the facade
04/12/23
Radar
Na vida ou nos negócios
tenha esperança e fé,
juntos, esperança e fé
é como um radar que
vê através do nevoeiro
— a realidade das coisas.
Mesmo
no centro de um furacão
não há lugar mais seguro
do que no centro
da esperança e da fé
de fazer,
mais e mais.
Santa snoring loud
with Doppler radar tracking
Christmas is coming
Contest: Hi-KU (3)
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
Date Created: 12/21/2020
Beneath the dark blue veil
Of a moonless midnight
Under the radar
Without a bleep
A camouflaged whisper
Mystifies and mortifies
In a most roundabout
Conniving way
A shiver shudders
A murderous mystery
Not leaving a hint or clue
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on October 9, 2019
I like to keep a low profile and a lowlife profile.
rolling glass shimmers
calm sea in a morning’s light
holds more hidden tombs
At a spot of roadside, shaded
A predator on the prowl
Concealed itself and waited
for prey to run afoul…
Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.
Men have radar when it comes to pretty ladies
It keeps on keeping on, though still in our eighties
Thought by now
Be grazing with cows
Like a hard-charging bull, I snort and roar daily
How come birds never run into things
Are they born with radar under their wings
Humans should take note
Strap a radar gun under our coat
Instead of ending up with our head in a sling
beneath the wind that blows the schemes &
the mundane reality of which most breathe,
there lies a place just below the radar---
here one makes decisions for themselves
as a representative of one in a disposable world
as a witness to all & yet undocumented
as having spent one moment on this planet
rotting away with the rest---
a ride out into the desert, a walk into the woods,
a jaunt down the dark side street, time spent in an
abandoned dwelling, away from phones,
away from cameras, away from conversations that
doodle about celebrities & consumption-minded popular culture---
here is where the grit is found, where a modicum of justice
can be lived throughout the day,
by way of a process of freedom that is constantly being worked on &
constantly being set forth amidst a zillion motives to end it---
answering to no one but the survival instinct &
rumbling through the changes in seasons,
individuals who dare to, know the rewards that can be reaped,
for they bear no price & they bear no possibility of sale---
this unique change is orchestrated from within.
Drones,
Silent with
The gaze of a Peregrine
Falcon, that
Descends
Surely, swiftly,
Bringing death.
No trial by law,
Just obliteration.
And like the Peregrine,
It knows no borders.
Redder kayak dewed
rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets
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