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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

"Lack Of Empathy In The Human Race" by John Kaniecki

Here is a poem that I wrote for somebody on Facebook. If you like this poem I strongly urge you to check out my books. Supporting the arts is a crucial aspect of life. It is a revolutionary act of defiance to celebrate the common humanity of us all. Also if you would like to have a personal poem written for you please get in touch with me at peacepoems@mail.com

Lack Of Empathy In The Human Race

By John Kaniecki

Masses of drones marching in suit and tie

A wave of arrogance washing by

Never mind the poor strung out vet

That is someone else’s regret

A soldier of misfortune

War for oil and spoil was the popular tune

When he returned

He quickly learned

The hate of the state

As Wall Street executives

Feel privileges

To take and never give

Is how they live

And empathy is void

Certainly none for the nations they have destroyed

Pull yourself up by your bootstraps

But when we organize

And refute their lies

Out comes the gun

And the cowboy kills the Indian

In perfect Sioux slaughter

The agony of Wounded Knee

But for a dollar and a quarter

You can buy a coffee

But for the veteran who has the cardboard sign

I’ll work for food he does declare

He don’t even get a prayer

Let alone a dime

Capitalism is a crime

And the government criminal

It isn’t even subliminal

It is Earth’s greatest disgrace
Lack of empathy in the human race

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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

The End Of The Fight lyrics by John Kaniecki for Alison Krauss to Sing

Some of my song lyrics I can’t even remember writing. This one, however, has a very vivid story. I am dedicated to my wife, as in our marriage vow’s ‘forsaking all others’. Sadly Sylvia is suffering from dementia. We have gone through a lot in our marriage, my mental illness not helping any. With Sylvia’s illness, we went through the trying stages of her illness. It was hell when she would run away in search her home of Grenada, a world away. I would drive her for hours as it kept her calm, sometimes over two hundred miles a day. As it is now she is confined to bed. We only go out for doctors and church.

So it was that Sylvia and survival were pressing on my mind. I haven’t worked in three years and the savings are dwindling fast. As such, I took up writing and pursued my dream. While I’ve had nominal success, it has fallen far short of supporting my family. Still, I am very grateful that I had this time to dedicate to my art.

It was late at night and I was on YouTube watching videos and out came Alison Krauss singing beautiful harmonies. I was inspired and in less than ten minutes I wrote the song lyrics on this post. It was a tribute to my wife Sylvia, It was written for Alison to sing.

So the only thing that I am waiting for is Alison to get at it and write a melody. I know this is asking a lot and it is, in fact, a miracle. But my wife’s favorite scripture was Philippians4:13 “I can do all things through Christ which strengthenth me. So please tweet this message and petition the woman with the precious voice, Alison Krauss.

My wife worked her entire life taking care of the elderly and children. I find it unconscionable that God would abandon her in her time of need.

Please share this widely!

This is part of Sylvia's story and mine.

The End Of The Fight

Trouble was the meal of your day

On your knees to work and pray

But your smile it never did fade

Though you were highly underpaid

I was a seeker of righteousness

Insane in the bosom of God’s bliss

There must be more to life than this

And then I felt your loving kiss

I never let go of your sweet hand

Until the Lord took your light

I never let go of your sweet hand

Till the end of the fight

Survival is a common story

All to the Lord praise and glory

Love is a word meaning action

Love is the greatest satisfaction

The winds blew in the tempest

All the strong go through the test

And with you by my side near

I felt secure without a hint of fear

I never let go of your sweet hand

Until the Lord took your light

I never let go of your sweet hand

Till the end of the fight

Some sweet voice should sing this song

With a beauty grand and strong

To give you the honor and praise

For choosing the narrowest of ways

When I was down you held me tight

When I suffered you made it right

So this is my goodbye dear friend

This is the celebration of the end

I never let go of your sweet hand

Until the Lord took your light

I never let go of your sweet hand

Till the end of the fight

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Monday, July 9, 2018

Golden Oldie Song Lyrics By John Kaniecki

Golden Oldie

Up in the years old in age

About to turn the final page

Hair trimmed silver and gray

I still recall yesterday

Oh darling hold me

Just like a golden oldie

Kiss my lips boldly

I’m a golden oldie

I’ve told my story a million times

Yet you still love all the rhymes

Maybe my sound is no longer new

But you got on your dancing shoe

Oh darling hold me

Just like a golden oldie

Kiss my lips boldly

I’m a golden oldie

My time is almost done

Our Love is just begun

We’ll sing our song in heaven high

Golden oldies they never die

Oh darling hold me

Just like a golden oldie

Kiss my lips boldly

I’m a golden oldie

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Sunday, July 8, 2018

Poetry School - Lesson 4 The Villanelle

Today’s lesson will be very simple. I am going to demonstrate the Villanelle. It is a simple pattern and best explained by illustration.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Okay what we’re noting here is the repetition of the lines and the rhyming scheme. The first and third lines of the original stanzas are used alternatively as the last lines in the next four stanzas. In the final stanza the last two lines are the first and third line of the first stanza. Finally the first and third lines of the stanzas all rhyme while the second lines of the stanzas rhyme as well.

Here is one I wrote.

True Love’s Call

By John Kaniecki

I hear at night my true love call

I know not any more precious sound

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

My beauty, my soul, my passion, my all

I look to you for in you I’m found

I hear at night my true love call

I beg of you a kiss if but small

Let me help you to where you are bound

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

You are a dream so fondly I recall

I perceive a whisper I chase round and round

I hear at night my true love call

Heaven without you stands not so tall

The essence of love now walks the ground

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

On the cross for water they gave you gall

Why have you forsaken me, the words resound

I hear at night my true love call

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

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Wednesday, July 4, 2018

"Fourth of July" by John Kaniecki

Fourth of July

It came winter twenty below

Heaven was weeping virgin snow

The sun was hidden by cloudy skies

But I saw a light in your eyes

A look that would never die

In your heart is the Fourth of July

Well the years came and the years went

So much time how did it get spent

I left my hometown hit the road

Finding a way to loosen my load

I left you alone I know not why

In your heart is the Fourth of July

I had many lovers that is true

But none could compare to you

I remember your wiggling walk

And the sexy way that you talk

You are the best it’s no lie

In your heart is the Fourth of July

I remember the night at the lake

It was cold you began to quake

We lit ourselves a blazing fire

But you turned the heat on higher

We made Love as I gazed in the sky

In your heart is the Fourth of July

I called your house the other day

Your momma said that you went way

She said you married a rock star

And that you were gone real far

I hung up and began to cry

In your heart is the Fourth of July

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Tuesday, July 3, 2018

The Circuit: The Complete Saga by Rhett C. Bruno

The Circuit: The Complete Saga

by Rhett C. Bruno

Genre: SciFi, Space Opera

USA Today Bestseller Rhett C. Bruno's debut sci-fi series is a gritty, space-opera epic perfect for fans of The Expanse!

Earth is a dying planet. To survive, humanity founds the Circuit, a string of colonies across the solar system, dedicated to mining resources vital to preserving what remains of mankind. Here there are no heroes or villains, only those willing to do what's necessary to survive.

The New Earth Tribunal, a powerful religious faction, has risen to rule the Circuit. They believe a Spirit within the Earth will one day appear and welcome humanity back home. Following a string of seemingly random attacks, the Tribunal suspects its mortal enemy, the Ceresians, have again rallied to challenge their absolute rule. But a new, sinister threat has arisen--and it plans to bring down the Tribunal once and for all.

Join an unlikely band of would-be saviors--the Tribunal's best spy, a roguish Ceresian mercenary, a subservient android and a disgraced general--as they are drawn into a conspiracy destined to change the Circuit forever.

"Bruno has crafted a complex, multi-dimensional story that combines the best of his genre with age-old truths--and quandaries--about humanity, politics, religion, family, and, yes, love." -Portland Book Review

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About the Author

Rhett C Bruno is the USA Today Bestselling Author of 'The Circuit Saga', 'Bastards of Titan Series', and the 'Buried Goddess Saga'; among other works.

He has been writing since before he can remember, scribbling down what he thought were epic stories when he was young to show to his friends and family. He currently works at an Architecture firm after graduating from Syracuse University, but that hasn’t stopped him from recording the tales bouncing around inside of his head.