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Roads avaricious lead to dead-ends pernicious

Might those unknown ‘truly humble’

be the sole ‘adults’ these days
those who rarely are heard grumble
those few who’d rather shun praise?

Shouldn’t those ‘faking being modest’
be deserving of our wrath?
These days invasive as sawdust
how they’re clogging up our path!

Who is propelled by humility
when comes to piling worldly excess?

Tailwinds push truculently
on many roads avaricious
wide, they gleam luminously
leading to dead-ends pernicious

Seems mere flash of futility
when pushing too hard for success?

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-‘adult’ = an emotionally, mentally & socially mature person – seen many recently?

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Human sleaze being shook off like fleas

Horrid hearts beat unmanly
what we touch we deplete
Humans clamor inanely
each other we browbeat

Nature in overdue evolution
lashes back in rightful retribution

As humans act abhorrent
our misrule Earth contests
so with fierce fire & torrent
She cranks up her protests:

No longer upstaged!
With storms She howls
Ire flairs enraged
from Her bowels

Humans have turned Planet’s deadly disease
We’re getting shook off like, from a dog, fleas

 

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Slapping high-fives while our Species nosedives

BACK THEN those who resisted & bravely persisted:

For a ‘just vision’
they lost their jobs
landed in prison
beaten by mobs

Cruelly confined
gruesomely grilled
majorly maligned
some even killed

Still courageous & strong
stood against what was wrong

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WHILE NOW in these splendid times:

Such actions quaint
would involve restraint
might make us faint
so favor complaint

Habitat we extirpate
while keep slapping high-five
from duties we abdicate
while Species takes nosedive!

What?! Slowing global warming
through ‘personal’ action?
Few, despite plenty warning
seem adjust one fraction

In these thrilling times ‘morality’
suffers high rate of mortality

 

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Is searching for Reality the ultimate futility?

Do we dare search for ‘Reality’
certain that we do want it found?
Shan’t it be abject futility
in our culture fantasy gowned?

‘Reality’ has turned plurality
awash in all sorts inanities
Ain’t it then just fumbling futility
trying sort from among vanities?

Not being guided by what’s objective
we got lost in reams of dreams subjective

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To the plight of others blind?

If ours not staunch frugality
(time out here for shocked gasping!)
but a stingy mentality
of plain greedily grasping

Aren’t we rather shark teethed & finned
of others plight coldly blind
oblivious, harsh or thick skinned
while to self indulgent kind?

So ingrained shall we comprehend
what is our life, lived to what end?

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Years in arrears

Amidst glistening trees in morning mist
we’re feeling charged by auspicious jolt
as raises curtain on a new day kissed
but then to ruckus routine we bolt

Sadly short of heart, courage & mettle
jostled toward bodily demise
for ’security’ we strive to settle
but unattainable, so unwise

Days drafting days in life’s waning years
A few cheers, then we’re out on our ears

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Ignominy of the consumer economy

Why don’t we even begin to care
when stumbling around on rubble?
We cannot of action be aware
while mired in fantasy’s bubble!

Why is it our unstoppable quest
while the planet keeps on fading
to soil our irreplaceable nest
and to still keep right on raiding?

Such is the ubiquitous ignominy
of the hapless consumer economy

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My body, the glove?

My aging body aches & creaks
as does Creation, what’s new?
Feeble eyes catch but blurry peeks
Soon I’ll be out of here, phew!

What if my body is but mere glove
of That Eternal Self High Above?

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Life’s been throbbing all along …

Wondering as morning light fades in:
“Did I get the starting time wrong
time soon for my Real Life to begin?”
Well, it’s been throbbing all along

Was a mailed engraved invite expected?
If you’re Twitter or motion-activated
take a deep breath, try ‘inner directed’!
Because ‘taking charge’ can’t be delegated

If of change you keenly aspire
act now! Your life may soon expire …

 

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Movement fills every moment

Small boys & girls darting on bikes
untiringly they explore
in streets, trekking on backyard hikes
“Watch me! watch me!”, they implore

Hover their ‘hood tiny voices’
Each moment full of movement
in Summer’s endless play choices
Movement fills every moment

Fully one with the moment
Life’s ultimate bestowment