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Obviously, overall infrastructure needs on the Southwest and Northern borders are mounting. We need a major push in Congress to remedy this.

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The river and its waves are one

The river and its waves are one
surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?

When the wave rises,
it is the water;
and when it falls,
it is the same water again.

Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?
Because it has been named as wave,
shall it no longer be considered as water?

Within the Supreme Brahma,
the worlds are being told like beads:
Look upon that rosary with the eyes of wisdom.

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A Thing Of The Past And Obsolete

There are those dissatisfied,
With current government policies.
And wish to take it upon themselves,
To return to wholesome qualities.

But guess what?
Those who chose to participate,
In blatant corruption and greed...
Have waited too late.

And their needs by those they've made elite...
Have been ignored.
And today those they've trusted,
Consider them and their values mistreated...
A thing of the past and obsolete.

There are those dissatisfied,
With current government policies.
And wish to take it upon themselves,
To return to wholesome qualities.

But guess what?
The time for them to wake up...
Has gone.
Just like the humming,
Of a favorite song once sung.
Never again in these times to belong...
To anyone with wishes to hear or sing,
Those old songs sung with heartfelt reminiscing.

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To The Bride And Groom

Life now again is about to be resumed anew
Happiness and prosperity to the both of you.
Life together is in beauty and understanding
The thoughts and things that are satisfying.

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The Tree And I

the tree and i

we are feeling as one
in its motionless gesture

of its leaves that fall
and touch me

my skin that wrap my
fingers they rub and
arrive at a beginning

they stay for a while
they do not talk

they stay longer in a while
a dew comes out
from the pores of both
leaf and finger

a glow arises from
a glance and then
they all look
up to the blue skies

their gazes long
and they are lost
and they all sing
the praises about
these feelings of

eternity. They had
long been asking
what is their beginning
and now they are
asking if there is
an end to all these

bitter barks and
sticky saps and
happy tendrils and
hoping seeds.

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The King and His Pawns

I'm sorry but I just can no longer look away.
When all are in grave danger.
Complete chaos and turmoil.
Their is the prey and predator.
Which are you gonna be.
How long will you stand for it?
Their will be an uprising
This is something I'm definitely surmising.
Not enough money to stop them all.
As the price of a life becomes once more worth more.
Then a common denominator.
With those hating every moment they have defend what they take.
'Stolen! ' says the old man.
'You stole that from me! ' the pregnant women screams.
Even the child bears disregard for your leadership.

~The king can only lead as long as he has his pawns.
John Bastian.

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The Positive and the Negative Charges

More people die yearly in car accidents than in a plane crash,
But the British, John Boyd Dunlop, invented the rubber tyre in 1888.

More people die yearly in car accidents than in a plane crash,
But Rudulf Diesel invented the diesel engine with patent Nr.67207 in 1892.

More people die yearly in car accidents than in a plane crash,
But Carl Benz invented his car with patent Nr.37435 in 1886.

More people die yearly in car accidents than in a plane crash,
And today we are bombarded with many vehicles arouns us!
But to everything in this life, we do have the positive and the negative charges;
And like the pros and the cons of any act.

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The Sky And Me

Tonight the sky was again my friend,
We talked together, we played games.
I told him about my sorrows and my aches.
And he held me in his arms and I felt, How much he cares.
Its admiring how even the sky can feel and care.
While the human beings laugh at your pain and fades.

Tonight the sky was like me sad.
The stars were singing and the sound of violin was so touching and like us sad.
The sky and I, we are good friend.
Even somthmes together we dance.
But tonight we Both were so sad.
We hugged each other and we both cried pain
Oh my dear friend please dont cry,
my heat cant bear your pain,
We both are alike always sad, alone.
You will stay above, I will die and go!

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Miss The Mississippi And You

(Bill Haley)
I'm growing tired on the big city lights
Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights
In all my dreams I am roaming once more
Back to my home on the old river shore
I am sad and weary, far away from home
Miss the Mississippi and you
Days are dark and dreary
Everywhere I go
Miss the Mississippi and you
Roaming the wide world over
Always along and blue
Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's door
Miss the Mississippi and you
I'm growing tired on the big city lights
Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights
In all my dreams I am roaming once more
Back to my home on the old river shore
I am sad and weary, far away from home
Miss the Mississippi and you
Days are dark and dreary
Everywhere I go
Miss the Mississippi and you

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Over the Ranges and Into the West

Let others sing praise of their sea-girted isles,
But give me the bush with its limitless miles;
Then it’s over the ranges and into the West,
To the scenes of wild boyhood; we love them the best.

We’ll ride and we’ll ride from the city afar,
To the plains where the cattle and sheep stations are;
Where stockmen ride hard, and the drover starts forth
On his long, lonely journey ’way up in the North.

When your money is low, and your luck has gone down,
There’s no place so lone as the streets of a town;
There’s nothing but worry, and dread and unrest,
So we’ll over the ranges and into the West.

The drought in the West may spread ruin around,
But the dread drought of life in the city is found;
And I’d far sooner tread on the long dusty way,
Where each one you meet says, “Good day, mate, good day.”

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The Warlords And Aggressive Men

The Warlords and aggressive men their praises many sing
But peace and harmony to the Human World these people will never bring
The war supposed to end all wars was fought decades ago
And where mistrust and hate is rife the flower of peace won't grow
Another war waged in Iraq where thousands now are dead
The silly men who declare war the war history have not read
Far too many times we've heard those words 'At the going down of the sun'
Though we know that peace will never come from the barrel of a gun,
The Warlords and aggressive men are surely cowards at heart
They start a war but in their war they never do take part
Where the bombs dropp and the bullets fly you will not find them there
Of their own safety it does seem they do seem quite aware,
A World of peace and harmony how marvellous that would be
But that will not happen for as long as men ignore the lessons of war history.

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Heart-Felt Cosmic Impacts With Shiva In The Wings And Lyrical Messages

We all are children of the cosmos
And as such alway under the cosmic sway

And as a human of blood and flesh it sometimes feels good to see
This impact showing its face
In the mask of a Face itself, that one may see, almost visible,
Giggling before our own.

As to-day when I was about to send out,
As I often do early in the mornings,
Lyrical spiritual messages,
To a few worthy poetry lovers
Throughout this country where I live,
Both known and unknown to me -

One of them once sent me a souvenir thank-you from Rome, Italy -

And there had, for to-day, accrued a message
With verses from the most glorious Vedas,
To be sent, first in order, ahead of one more package of messages,
The other one of worldly theme, the following sacred hymns,
Endowed with their very own explanatory notes,
So as to render all simplest things well understood:

' Gracious to us be the trembling earth,
When struck by the fiery meteor.
Gracious be the cows yielding red milk,
Gracious be the earth receding.

Gracious be the constellations struck by the meteor,
Gracious incantations and all magic!
Gracious to us be buried charms,
The meteors and plagues that afflict us.

Gracious to us be the stars and the moon,
Gracious the sun and Raahu
(The invisible 'planetary head tail' that
Covers up other planets in times of eclipses) ,
Gracious be Death with his banner of smoke,
Graceful the powerful Rudras
(The cleansing powers of renewal of cosmos
Working on earth through shedding tears) .

Gracious be the Rudras, gracious the Vasus
(The cosmic providers for new vessels to departed souls) ,
Gracious the Adityas
(The sons of the seer Mother Aditi in whom
The gods had their respective individual angles in the One Cosmic Mind
Established on the human plane for the first time,
Who reincarnate in all mystic seers of power)
And Agnis (the embodied incarnations of the fire-god,
The divinizing medium between humans and gods) ,
Gracious to us be the god-like sages,
Gracious to us be the Gods and Brhaspati
(The ancient guru of the [minds of the] gods, husband of Aditi) .

Brahman (balanced vibration of cosmic consciousness) ,
Prajapati (cosmic fathering spirit who
Kindles the fire to his vision of creation) ,
Dhatr (lit. the giver, the spirit of yielding cosmic nature) ,
The worlds, the Vedas, the Seven Sages, and the fires,
Prepare for me a blessed path!
May Indra (the King of Gods) be my refuge,
May Brahman be my refuge,
May all the Gods be my refuge!
May the Gods united be my refuge! '

And there had been, on the eve of this very same morning,
With both planned-for message packages already prepared for their sending,
Following Current NewsFlash publicly out,
In the media from the north-eastern European country of Finland:

'There has been 400 reported incidents of spottings of
A fire-ball soaring high through the night sky in the area of Ursa,
Somewhere deep in the province of Finland's Northern Bottomland,
And there have been several reported incidents of people
Finding meteorites scattered about,
Especially in the area of a place called Temmel
(Which literally translates as 'Battle Field' into English)
And there in that area people may expect to find more meteorites
Even in their own backyards,
So the report, of this cosmic import, went on to say.

Now, the second batch of messages,
To complete this report of cosmic impact of
Divine coincidings - real heart-felt ones -
Note the meaning of the town's name of Finnish Temmel! -
Had been part and parcel of eleven in a string of poems,
A narrative of great late Ella Wheeler Wilcox',
Part of which reads as follows:

' And blood of warrior, woman and papoose
[North-American native infant or younger child],
Flow free as waters when some dam breaks loose;
Consuming fire, the wanton friend of war
(Whom allies worship and whom foes abhor)
Now trails her crimson garments through the street,
And ruin marks the passing of her feet.
Full three-score lodges smoke upon the plain,
And all the vale is strewn with bodies of the slain.

And those who are not numbered with the dead
Before all-conquering Custer now are led.
To soothe their woes, and calm their fears he seeks;
An Osage guide interprets while he speaks.
The vanquished captives, humbled, cowed and spent
Read in the victor's eye his kind intent.
The modern victor is as kind as brave;
His captive is his guest, not his insulted slave. '

Then also to-day it had come to happen that
The one and only priest in our family's line
From my good old late father's side,
Father Anton, who the other day passed on at age eighty-six,
A charming figure all through his life,
Was being buried for his soul's eternal rest.

During the whole of this morning's message sending operation
To my eight regular message readers from the pacified rim,
Fond of Vedic verses and of modern & old poetry,
There were earthquake-like irregularities in the sending system itself,
That in the end I was yet able to get tackled,
so as not to thwart the whole sending of
Both the above cited to each of them eight -
Annoying erratic automatic double sendings,
And the like errors in the telecommunication system -

The affliction of the meteor, spoken of in
The verses 'of the day' of the ancient sacred Vedas, as like
Pounding on me through alignment of
Contents of the message to be sent
With a real-time rare event in time and space &
Queerness of the signals from the sending system alike -
That stand like a friend's remindful lovely tapping on one's shoulders -
While at the same time it was to me a last word of good-bye
From out of a most high-faring flight of my father's clan's -
The Soul of Father Anton may fly high! -

The wry giggling smile of Shiva,
The divine smile's lip-line drawn slightly across and way over from
Where the earth's magnet pole is set on to, too -
Right there in the northern portion in the heart of a country,
As northern-east as any country on this planet can be - Finland -

Shiva, the God of the sensuous fire
That moulds all Nature in forms divine,
Is known to be stationed in the North,
Where also the lingam, his sacred idol is ever pointed to -

As if this smile of Shiva's of cosmic impacts were to say:
' The soul stays never, the stages pass;
All life is the play of the power that stirs
In the dance of my wanton worshippers.
And the strong swift river my shrine below
It runs, like man, its unending course,
To the boundless sea from eternal snow;
Mine is the Fountain - and mine the Force
That spurs all nature to ceaseless strife;
And my image is Death at the gates of Life.
In many a legend and many a shape,
In the solemn grove and the crowded street,
I am the Slayer, whom none escape,
I am Death trod under a fair girl's feet;
I govern the tides of the sentient sea
That ebbs and flows to eternity
And the sum of the thought and the knowledge of man
Is the secret tale that my emblems tell;
Do ye seek God's purpose, or trace his plan?
Ye may read your doom in my parable;
For the circle of life in its flower and its fall
Is the writing that runs on my temple wall. -
Let my temples fall, they are dark with age,
Let my idols break, they have stood their day;
On their deep hewn stones the primeval sage
Has figured the spells that endure alway;
My presence may vanish from river and grove,
But I rule for ever in Death and Love, '

In the words of another great late poet,
Whose great soul, powerful, just recently had made itself known to me,
Having itself sent over through the ether
By means perfected only in to-day's coincidentally striking
Divine scheme of said cosmic poetical wizardry.


© Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Oct.2,2007

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To The Rich And The Poor

Theft, left, slept, dept, weft, wept!
This message is to the rich and the poor;
For the meditations of our hearts are now needed on this earth.
The redemption song,
The inner thoughts,
Like parishes which perishes! !
And like something very hard to understand,
But this earth needs peace more than war always.

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The Sea and the River

Since the first day
(The beginning of time) ,
The river and the sea
Are relevantly prime.

The sea needs the river
And the river needs the sea.
Such co-dependence
Was meant to be.

Hand-in-hand,
Unspeakably strong—
With one heart,
They venture along.

An awesome team.
A force in the earth.
The sea and the river—
Of invaluable worth.
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Bertolt Brecht

To Be Read in the Morning and at Night

[Original]

Morgens und abends zu lesen
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Daß er mich braucht.

Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Daß er mich erschlagen könnte.

[Translation]

To read in the morning and at night
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.

That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.

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The Poem Is A Metaphor/ For Whatever The Poet Needs It To Be

THE POEM IS A METAPHOR / FOR WHATEVER THE POET NEEDS IT TO BE

The Poem is a Metaphor
For whatever the poet needs it to be-
It need not know its own name
Or its destination-
It simply may suddenly appear
And take us to a place we’ve never been,
To a connection we never would have found on our own.

The Metaphor is a vehicle of transport for the Soul
And he who spells it out literally
Grounds it.

Why then oh why is this where we all be?

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My Lady The Moon, And I The Sun.

Moon needs Sun's light,
For the life of her unborn harvest,
A ray simply comes as guest,
The Moon enjoys the ecstasy's taste,

The moon buds, blooms,
The Sun often turns bee,
As if upon a flower sits the drone he.

The Sun is beyond our grasp,
Yet with its heat and light we live,
Our psychic and imagination control us,
And the body react with their touch.

Dear lady, you the Moon,
And your lover, say me, the sun,
Are here for, sense's fun,
In our child, -the moon peeps,
And the sun its seed reaps.

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Essence of the Village and new dawn!

Soot over the chimney
And hoot wakes up the moody.
A Man wears an overall
With a spade he puts charcoal.
Moves slowly the steam engine
Early in the morning!
Train goes passing meadows
Cows eat the grass
Ferry crosses and the church bell rings
Village awakes!
The baker rolls the dough
A man with a plough,
The van brings the newspapers from the town
And the middle aged skinny driver's strange behaviour
With the widowed milkmaid turned into a new folklore
And sooner or later that definitely goes to the paper?

to my faraway poet friend robyn selters in gratitude!

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This Morning In The Southwest Balcony

the first rays of the sun
penetrated into the house
bright and pointed
from the eastern door
untouched by the sun
we sat on the other end
in the southwest balcony
quietly over a cup of tea
the savoring warm liquid
causing the insides cuddle
tickling the chillness out
above us the sky began to
assume its exclusive azure
filling the winter precincts
and feasting the heavy eyes
i lifted the sleepy lashes to
absorb the blue and it’s then
i saw you transforming
into the blue sky…

my winged mind
floated like a joyous
cloud against the
blue back drop

05nov2009
06.54hrs

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Cutting The Edges And Smoothing The Rough Points

in making the chair
we choose the strong wood
and cut them to desired shapes and sizes
we were thinking of you
how you sit, how big have you been
after 16 years of speaking English in America
and you are coming back
with some surprises
and sentiments and we here who know more
about the real story are ready with
our explanations

it is like the way how we cut the edges and
smooth the rough points
so you may find comfort
finally in your own
home

we want to be exact down to the last detail
only if you are willing to listen
sit properly and
be enlightened.

we would like everything to be simplified
if needs be.

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Thank The Men and Women

I’m thankful for the freedom
I enjoy each and every day
I’m thankful for the freedom
That lets me go my own way

I’m thankful for the freedom
To pray as I please
I’m thankful for the freedom
To satisfy all my own needs

I’m thankful for the liberties
My freedom has given me
I’m thankful for the red, white and blue
That flies to let me know I’m free

I’m thankful for the voice I have
When I want to disagree
Knowing I can speak out
And my freedom stays with me

But most of all I’m thankful for
The men and women who all fight
They give me all the freedoms
That makes my life so nice


© 2-11-11/RJH

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