Ready for More

From the depths of my soul, a whisper grows,
To a chorus of longing, my spirit rose.
Eyes open wide, to the world I implore,
With courage and hope, I declare, "I'm ready for more!"

A life of abundance, I'm destined to seek,
A journey unfolding, not for the weak.
With gratitude's compass, my journey will start.
To the universe's call, I open my heart.

Beyond the horizon, new paths I'll explore,
Through valleys and peaks, my spirit will soar.
Each step that I take, with faith as my core,
A life of abundance, I'm ready to roar.

The world's rich tapestry, I'm eager to see,
New knowledge to gain, new dreams to be.
With positivity's light, my essence aglow,
To the universe's gifts, I whisper, "Hello!"

As love and prosperity find their way,
Through blessings bestowed, both night and day,
I'll cherish each moment, and ask for much more,
For my heart's song sings of abundance galore.

Can You Say No?

[Verse 1]
Can you say no?
No to the glitter, no to the crown,
No to the chains that weigh you down?
I knew the cost—oh yes, I knew,
The price of selling what's pure and true.

You can’t buy me, no gold, no lies,
Some crowns are heavy, they disguise.
Men who bow, who kneel, who fall,
Lose their voice, their soul, their all.

[Chorus]
Walk with courage, lift your eyes,
Let your conscience, bold, arise.
Do you know what you carry inside?
A nation's hope, its sacred pride.

[Verse 2]
Castrated minds, silenced cries,
Chasing shadows, living lies.
They cut their conscience, dimmed the light,
Loyal to power, lost in the fight.

Representatives, hear this plea,

Step with honor, let truth be free.
The presidency—oh, feel its weight,
It is no game; it shapes our fate.

[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Black people, hear the call,
Our forefathers’ chains still haunt us all.
But now we stand, with liberty’s light,
Will we be tricked, or will we fight?

Money deceives, submission binds,
But freedom lives in steadfast minds.
Hold your ground, don’t let it slip,
Truth is stronger than a silver grip.

[Outro]
Can you say no? Stand tall, be brave,
The soul of a people, we must save.
With heads held high, our voices ring,
A song of honor, let freedom sing.

Tattling Teller

A tattling teller told a tall tale of a talented tailor, tasked to tuck teal thread through a tattered tapestry, teaching tenacity through tormenting techniques.

Song of the Wolf

Beneath the shadow of night's dark cloak,
A primal yearning, my spirit awoke,
Upon a hill, beneath the stars,
A wolf's refrain, it echoes far.

My muzzle raised to touch the sky,
A mournful howl, my lonesome cry,
The moonlight glistens on my fur,
A silver glow, a wistful stir.

The forest whispers, secrets deep,
I close my eyes, the past I keep,
My heart, it aches for distant kin,
A call to them, my song begins.

For in the moonlight's tender gleam,
I feel a presence, a distant dream,
Of tales untold, and spirits wild,
The beating heart of earth and child.

And so I howl, my sorrowed plea,
An ancient bond, that yearns to be,
A wolf's lament, a moonlight serenade,
This song, forever, shall not fade.

A Wordsmith’s Adventure

Once upon a time, in a land quite absurd,
A wordsmith embarked on a journey, undeterred.
With a lexicon vast and a mind ever keen,
He sought to find meaning in all that was seen.

Ergo, he began with a rather odd quest,
To use words so uncommon, it was a bequest.
His friends found it strange, but he was quite thrilled,
For a challenge like this, his heart was fulfilled.

First, he met a man who seemed willfully blind,
To the world's many colors, he paid no mind.
The wordsmith, hence, taught him to truly see,
Life's vivid tapestry, so rich and carefree.

Next, he encountered a vicarious soul,
Living through others, as if in a hole.
He urged her to step out, to dance in the rain,
To live her own life and eschew the pain.

He chanced upon a lad, whose choices were rather,
Too safe, too mundane, a cautious feather.
"Take risks," he advised, "and find what's sublime,
For life is too short to waste precious time.

"He spoke with a scholar who indubitably thought,
His wisdom supreme, his intellect hot.
Yet he was closed off to what others might say,
The wordsmith reminded him to humbly find his way.

A lady he met, was ostensibly kind,
But deep down, her intentions were quite maligned.
He beseeched her to soften, to embrace love's light,
And in this kindness, she found true delight.

A taciturn lad was next in his sight,
Seldom speaking, he hid from the light.
"Share your voice," he insisted, "with words rich and deep,
For within your silence, great stories sleep.

"Presumptively, he then came across,
A boy who would judge and often gloss
Over the beauty in those he'd meet,
A lesson in grace was offered, so sweet.

Diametrically opposed were two stubborn souls,
Each one's opinion set in a rigid mold.
He showed them the beauty of differing views,
And how to find balance in life's many hues.

There was one who would invariably find,
A reason to fuss, to leave joy behind.
The wordsmith advised, "Be grateful each day,
For life is a gift, in every which way.

"Lastly, he chanced upon a tangentially-prone lass,
Who would stray from her path, lost in the vast.
"Stay true to yourself," he gently professed,
"And in your heart, you will find your life's quest.

"Through this adventure, with words as his guide,
He helped others find wisdom from deep inside.
And so, our wordsmith, a hero unsung,
Serves as a reminder, in this tale spun.

“Can’t Get You Out of My Head” (A poem in the voice of Trump’s obsession)

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You haunt my thoughts — you're too surreal.
Your walk, your talk, that steady tone,
Still echo louder than my own.

You stood with grace, the world stood still,
While I demand and shout and will.
They called you calm, they called you wise,
While I chase storms and alibis.
You had the glow, the Nobel prize,
The laughs, the books, the global ties.
I got the crowds, the rage, the chants,
But still, somehow — you live in my rants.

You made that room your home before
I barged in, slammed the door.
You shook my hand, you played it cool —
And I’ve been chasing you since that duel.

I mocked your name, I claimed your birth,
I questioned everything — your worth.
But truth be told, if I'm sincere, It’s envy that keeps dragging you near.

Each law you passed, I tried to shred,
Each phrase you spoke, still in my head.
They cheered for you in song and street,
While I just tweet, seethe, and repeat.

I see you in the mirror's shade,
In every slight that I’ve replayed.
You're elegance, I'm raw appeal —
But I can't fake what you made real.

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You’re in my mind like spinning wheels.
A shadow long, a silent tread —
I just can’t get you out of my head.

A Recrudescence of Dark Shadows

Upon the threshold of time, where history trembles,
recrudescence unfolds, haunting shadows resemble.
Trumpet's blare, a call to fear, coming of past's sins drear,
return of a reign, that once divided, yet draws near.

Ignorant of the craft, the weaver's web he slashes,
Our Economics falters as bull and bear clashes.
A tyrant is reborn, as a phoenix with scorched wings,
His policies ignite, the ember of hatred sings.

Disdain for the masses, a disregard for their cries,
Their needs neglected as his selfish desires rise.
A nation torn asunder, a people's anguished plight,
A recrudescence of darkness, swallowing the

Love prevails over hate within the hearts of the just,
Their voices rise, united in hope and trust.
A symphony of resistance, a song of peace,
Their anthem swells, for tyranny's release.

As history observes, our choices as a guide,
May we choose wisely, the future to decide.
For we the people, hold the power within our hands,
To mold our destiny, if united we stand.

The Wanderer’s Realization

Upon a hill, a wanderer stood,
Gazing o'er the declivity,
A realm of beauty, as he could
Not deny his proclivity.

To traverse the untenable,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The call of nature, inimitable,
'Neath azure skies and starlit sky.

Yet in his quest for heights unknown,
And paths untrod, so far away,
A truth, self-evident, was shown,
As if a beacon to allay.

This path he trod with heart so bold,
His journey, never quite the same,
A tale of courage, and behold,
From whence he came, his soul aflame.

With newfound wisdom in his eyes,
He saw, with a profound sight,
The world, as if a grand surprise,
Both darkness held, and vibrant light.

Thus, with a heart that gently yields,
To nature's call, so wild and free,
He felt the joy that life reveals,
The wanderer, evermore, would be.

Shadows of Innocence Lost

Beneath the laughter, hidden deep,
A shadow lingers in my sleep,
A secret memory, dark and cold,
A tale of innocence once told.

In childhood's garden, pure and bright,
Where butterflies took their flight,
A serpent slithered, silent sin,
And robbed the world that should have been.
How tender hands, once held with trust,
Now shake with anger's burning lust,
To scream the pain, to shout the past,
To free the girl who couldn't last.

But shame, it clings, a veil so tight,
Around the child who lost her light,
And though the years have passed like rain,
The scars still whisper their refrain.

Now at the threshold of my youth,
I long for love, I long for truth,
To somehow mend the brokenness,
And leave behind this dark abyss.

A healing journey's path I'll find,
To face the fear that plagues my mind,
And one day, I will stand, serene,
A teenage girl, no longer pinned.

For now, I cry, I mourn the loss,
Of childhood's sweet and tender gloss,
And in my tears, I'll shed the shame,
That seeks to burn my gentle flame.

Severing the Serpent's Head

United we stand, against the serpent's wrath,
A nation strong, defending our righteous path.
With eyes wide open, we see its plan,
Now's the time to take a valiant stand.

Let wisdom guide our every move,
Our bonds of love, the serpent shall disprove.
For in our unity, we'll find the might,
To face the foe, and do what's right.

Unite against the venomous tongue,
Speak truth to power, in chorus sung.
In the face of hate, let love abound,
Together we'll sever, the serpent's crown.

Wield not a sword, but words of peace,
Reason and understanding, shall the serpent cease.
In hearts of love, and minds of light,
We'll vanquish the serpent, and win the fight.

So rise, America, and heed the call,
Cut off the serpent's head, once and for all.
Together we'll stand, and never yield,
In strength and love, our nation's shield.

Seventy Times Seven

Forgive, they say, and so I try,
To let the pain subside,
Yet in the quiet of the night,
The memories still abide.

A gentle whisper, seventy times,
Another, seven times more,
Forgiving as the clock rewinds,
A pain that still can soar.

I turn my thoughts to distant days,
To when the hurt was new,
And though I've walked through healing ways,
The scars still hold the truth.

Each time the memory flickers, bright,
I feel the burning flame,
A haunting ghost of wounded light,
And yet, the call remains.

Forgive, they say, and so I do,
With every breath I take,
Embracing love, both old and new,
Forgiving for my sake.

So seventy times, and then seven times more,
I'll loose the grip of pain,
And every time the wound will roar,
I'll whisper, "I forgive," again.

The Serpent's Strike

Beware, America, the serpent's guise,
A threat that lurks, in far-right skies.
With fangs of venom, it slithers near,
The feet of freedom, it does not spare.

This viper, born of malice and hate,
Wraps its coils, to suffocate.
Democracy's soil, it seeks to taint,
With poison words, a nation faints.

As serpents shed, their withered skin,
Far-right extremism, a disguise so thin.
Beneath its scales, a danger lies,
Fangs of division, to spread despise.

Upon our feet, it strikes with force,
Our foundations shake, a perilous course.
But strong we stand, our unity great,
Against the serpent's venomous fate.

With shield and sword, let truth prevail,
Expose the darkness, in which it veils.
For in the light, America thrives,
Resist the serpent, to keep freedom alive.