The rioters and I. we go in different directions down the imperturbable street.
but we want the same things peace,calm and love .
The rioters and I ,we agree that the old ways are wrong and no longer fit. They want to smash, break and burn. Me a hater of violence does not want the old ways turned into martyrs but into lessons on how not to from history.
The rioters and I we agree that we are of one spiecies. We have diferent ways and diferent backgrounds. But one day we will find one calm, one love and one peace. where we can all live in peace as one down this imperturbable street.
The street will never be the same ,only better I hope! No more the rioters and I just love and peace.
when the old ways are no more, relegated into history.
for MTB ON AT #dversepoespub we are looking at palinode https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/06/mtb-palinode/ the origanal poem i am reacting to with my palinoden is envious eyes link below. Envious Eyes LOOKING BACK (a pallinode) LOOKING BACK at how I was Mixed up and confuddled About my father’s alcoholism I almost followed suit While watching with envious eyes … Continue reading Looking Back→
In response to Ingrad’s promt on dverse tonight to write a poet as narrter narrative. i have written a response to my first verse “epistle” my Dearest Draco. Which was written for an earliear dverse prompt. the first half of this is the first written. tonights effort is the second half. My Dear Draco My … Continue reading Draco’s response→
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.