Bi Polar People

 A ghost or not, certainly not forgot Grips real or imagined my eye's soul Never tell or it will vanish In real-time, not vanquished  Before the vision there was life Please don't tell my wife

  A child, a tiny thing in blond banana curls and cut-off genes walks with her dad, or rather dad walks with his vivacious daughter.    He is still wearing his fatigues and is a bit weary but a promise is never forgotten when your daughter asks… The carnival was one of those rent-a-rides put up by the local church to gather money for things like the leaky roof on a steeple that had seen better days and for food that would feed the many in a parish just as poor as its parishioners.  The fun carousel was the brightest, loudest, thing in the parking lot  among the hawkers of fish bowls and stuffed animals it twirled and howled a calliope of show tunes only those from the past would remember, but everyone still enjoyed the lively sounds.    A tug or two on a pants leg sent father and child into the thick crowd of the curious.  The event had invited many in this small town to do something different or do something at all. It was another reason to gather and chat with neighbors and relatives

The days continue my life in time Tis but yet another rhyme Be grateful dog for crumbs from clouds Your place among them cast earthly shrouds That no one knows when they be lift You among them may set a drift To places only poets know Where no man comes from where all may go To see the world he has built From earthly crumbs, he grabs with hilt

  Children often know they know Until they grow and forget the blow That left them all alone to go. Some survive, some thrive They march to war with eyes all wide  Many die inside or out, the rest live nigh. When parents care to gaze, to stare, to care The future changes their offspring. If they dare, or have the means to spare They can lean on people high who give or take The breath from them, should a strong soul bear... Is informed without perverted power and is genuinely aware. Lord of the Flies is the debut novel of British author William Golding.  The plot concerns a group of British boys who are stranded on an uninhabited island and their disastrous attempts to govern themselves.  The novel's themes include morality, leadership, and the tension between civility and chaos.  Lord of the Flies was generally well received and is a popular assigned book in schools.   Wikipedia Nigh  is an old-fashioned or literary word meaning near or almost. Source:   https://dictionary.cambridg

  Who is the prisoner now    The man who has angered a nation that no longer accepts the delusions of  a despot with no one else to blame for his failure as a military leader He died in prison "Locked in an Arctic prison, Aleksei A. Navalny is likely to have spent his final days in some of the most inhumane conditions within Russia’s extensive penitentiary system, according to five men who have served sentences in the same penal colony as the Russian opposition leader." "The men described in phone interviews unbearable cold, repulsive food, unsanitary conditions, and beatings in Penal Colony No. 3 of the remote Yamalo-Nenets region, where Mr. Navalny arrived in December to serve out the remainder of his 19-year prison sentence. The former inmates said the conditions were especially brutal in the solitary cells where Mr. Navalny is believed to have been confined on the day he was pronounced dead." "At his death, he was the most prominent critic of Mr. Putin stil