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The Will to Loose – A Poem by JP

Do not despair, they’ll always talk
about the will to win,
but I ask you—

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Green Park Benches ~ A Poem by JP

Old bearded men drifting
in the alleys of night
have died with the sunset
and as I have overlooked
their bodies beneath
green park benches and bridges
they too have overlooked my feet
passing quietly by
as the waitress slips silently
into her second or third
miserable job.

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The Lions Roar ~ A Poem by JP

The lions roar is very loud–
He voices his power just like a god,
And none would ever doubt
The terror as it strikes them down,
But lions know little of courageous things.

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The Depths ~ A Poem by JP

I’ve seen enough creation,
And gazed long at the depths
Of fathomless oceans,
And deeper still into the stars

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Hunters In The Dark Wood ~ A Poem by JP

Long, at last, The Vostok had pierced the darkness
and thrust Yuri into the firmament;
We leapt from spherical craft to the vault
of heaven, and waded ourselves in a bit
with legs new formed like a tadpole in morph.

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Symbolic of Femininity ~ A Poem by JP

She is the source:
the matriarch, and the material,
the mad spring, and it’s ever renewal,
the pregnant valley that blooms en masse

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A Time for Choosing ~ A Poem by JP

If it were that Churchill had saved the world
and we had been delivered from the purge
of those most foul and infected fingers
would the Doomsday Clock still near its strike?

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They Have to Paint You as Evil

Propaganda tries to force a doctrine on the whole people… Propaganda works on the general public from the standpoint of an idea and makes them ripe for the victory of this idea. – Adolf Hitler Mien Kampf (1929)

Once a plan as insidious as Hitler’s became a reality, the world would never need to see the rise of one single individual to power to see such evil enacted upon it again. Here on the shores of this great country where the first amendment protects speech, you would not expect for the rise of such ideas to have occurred here. Nevertheless, we have seen the rise of these ideas in this country within the last decade. Where does this have its roots? The colleges across America are Hitler’s Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda, and there is no need for Hitler or Goebbels to be at the head of the operation.

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The Old Lie ~ A Poem by JP

There’s an old lie, that saysthat it’s sweet and fitting to die.That we should fall so a nation can risehas always been the soldier’s plight–but tell me again of the glory of warand what we should lay down lives for. Were we ruled by men like Cyrus the Great,perhaps there would be glory in the

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Mass Formation Psychosis ~Poem by JP

I have met them, as the sun set,
Coming along down the highway
From Memphis to Las Angeles;
Ordinary well-meaning people,

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Fearful Symmetry – A Poem by JP

If I believed in such a hand or eye
I’d think the tiger’s symmetry is weak;
what would such stealthy paws or stripes hold now
when held as candle to all our fine arts?

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The Machine’s Operation – A Poem by Jp

The terror storm is not yet here for us
so children’s lullabies can still be sung;
aboard bodies are pressed against the gears.

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On Trudeau and the Freedom Convoy – A Poem by JP

Today the sun is outAnd the world’s no darker,It’s just the veil has liftedAnd the shelter once takenNo longer prevents youFrom knowing the darknessIs always at the endOf the warmth of the day.

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Gifts – A Poem by JP

If all I had were words,
and we were naked in the woods,
I’d give to you the fruit

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Words – A Poem by JP

Words will say nothing of the world–
words only wish to speak in tongues
and tie themselves in knots to hearts,

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Small Acts – A Poem by JP

Today I feel like a rebel,
who has done some small act
to save himself from the dull thud
of monotonous life,

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Wetiko – A Poem by JP

I’d like to think the natives had it right,
that perhaps we’re really all diseased
and infected with the Wetiko virus.

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Long Distance Sigh – A Poem by JP

If wine is mouth and love is eye
and William Yeat’s was made to sigh,
than I have loved your sight till blind
and drank myself out of my mind,
but I find no ease, love, or drink

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The Cost – A Poem by JP

Sometimes love is not enough,
sometimes all the rainbow doesn’t lift
the heart from the basement of us,

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