(Regarding the Orlando terrorism)
evil walks brazenly
freely among us
psychotic lone wolves
and fifth columnists
bred of the very same
sordid black seed
a fanatical cultural junta
adapting the bright
apparatus of freedom
to murderous weapons
of violent intolerance
free to kill freedom
assassinate innocents
making of open society
closeminded bastion of
deeply flawed conscience
malignant deforming
the blessings of liberty
into a morbid moiety
truth and lies
love and hate
friend and foe
look the same
to the credulous eye
sound the same
to the unworldly ear
feel the same to the
too-trusting touch
the societal mind
must be sternly reset
to root out their
deadly distinctions
there must be a
steadfastly rigorous
noetic reckoning
otherwise terror
will surely abscond
with our civilized soul
* * *
“All truth passes through three stage: First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” – Arthur Schopenhauer
“noetic”! So timely!
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much appreciated
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Great poem!
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thank you most kindly
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Power, my friend!
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sincerely appreciated, syl
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Always, my good friend
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“bright apparatus of freedom”
“blessings of liberty”
So true. Turning those liberties/freedoms on the very society that makes them available.
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it’s beginning to feel like the price of liberty may be too high
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A keen eye you have, my friend, and a keen mind! Your thoughts in this poem go well beyond the tragedies of today; they represent humanity’s eternal struggle to be human . . . Well done, Sir!
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it took immense self-control to keep from penning my rage in the most colloquial terms
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I would say it took great grace . . .
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Wonderful!
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much appreciated, penny
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As always, brilliantly written. Wonderful, Paul
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thanks dearly, dorinda
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You’ve done well to pen such a splendid piece…albeit it thousands of miles and an ocean away I struggle not to be filled with hate of the purest kind for the perpetrator annoyingly yet of necessity killed in the act. Oh that he could have been taken alive.
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I would have volunteered to flay him – (ordered your book of kisses today)
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Cheers Paul.
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What a gift you are to all of us. You are timely with universal ideas. Yes, there must be steadfastly rigorous noetic reckoning. ASAP! Remember with me what Yeats wrote in the Second Coming:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
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thanks dearly for the reminder of Yeats’ poem – so powerful and foreboding in the aftermath of WWI
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Very good poem, Paul.
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much appreciated
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Wonderful Work Paul.
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thank you most sincerely
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Excellent Paul.
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you are most kind
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Your words are a deft warning in this uncertain and treacherous time. I’d so much rather read poetry than the newspaper.
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even the poetry blogs are filled with the tragedy
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Yes, and rightly so. But I feel compassion as well as angst in poetry,
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Hi Paul. Powerful poem. Visceral feelings. Explores it well.
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much appreciated
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Hi Paul Who are the real enemies? in a frightening society! Thank you for liking my poem “Wreckage!” Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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appreciate the comment, malc
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