Having no keen ear
for the blathering yammer
of leathery-faced bureaucrats,
heart sought a home dedicated
to wisdom truth and peace,
where a pure waterway
roared with fortitude past
crumbling towers of preconception,
where integrity reflected past and present,
and where forgiveness put to rest the
stench of an onerous list of sins…
.
Besieged daily
by the nattering
of celebrity seekers,
seeking success
as an act of revenge,
where a dais above all others
would fulfill some twisted dream
of being worshipped by those who adore
flesh and bone enigmas, rising and falling in
televisions constantly disposable cycle
.
And all the clowns hoicked
in their mad-delusional-dance,
.
as wisdom sought to cut through
the phoniness, to expose deception,
with strong iron ears ingesting
any significance briefly,
crushing
the counterfeit,
reaching out for TRUTH,
hoping to rediscover excellence
somewhere expressed with a fervency
learned from foolish failures revived in honor
.
And where, in the hopefulness of finding
new direction, spiritual discernment
laid bare all repetitions of failure,
everywhere,
the sins
and foolish choices
of men and women shunning
integrity because what they’d done
had not returned to them what they desired
.
Society pressures each of us
with mythic winds and paradoxes
and the blabbing lies of talking heads
.
It was quite clear to us
(mulling these things) that
we peopled a planet ever more
subjugated to self-centeredness
brokenness aloneness hearsay
handwringing deception
border chaos
worsening weather
political cons hiding
behind notions, and all
darkened levels of dishonor...
.
For us, there was no tolerance
for foolishness, or yowling ninnies,
or those who hate for the sake of hating,
or those whose conceit affects American policy,
WISDOM sought a life less complicated,
where our kids and grandkids
learn how to think,
not what to think, and where
forthrightness, forgiveness, excellence,
respect, Truth, Light, and Love, prepare the soul
for the eventual revealing of A NEW RACE OF HuMANS,
richard lloyd cederberg
11/2021
Between the Cracks - A Monumental Journey Series
God bless Richard.
The lines that stands out for me:
where our kids and grandkids
learn how to think,
not what to think
Let us all continue to reach out for TRUTH
and hopefully to rediscover excellence…
A powerful, thought provoking piece…
Diana…🌱
Not only our children and grandchildren are victims of lies, but even the grown adults are also being fed lies and they would believe it. All this is just a process of brainwashing our future generations.
Sandie
learn how to think,
not what to think, and where
forthrightness, forgiveness, excellence, this statement is so true, in a world where we are told what to think and how to feel, its nice to know we still have the freedom to choose how to feel. You have such a wide range of vocabulary when you write Richard, I learn something from you every time I stop in to read your poetry. Thank you for sharing another heart felt poem, none of your poetry leaves me indifferent, I assure you