Dr Mikhail Tyaglyy

Written by William Kekaula |

Published on: August 01, 2022

_{^{Go, young man,

and conciliate cravings,

menacing palls the cherished

realm. Shelves are left barren

for frantic looks, as aisles

reload a virtuous plunge of

cobwebbed books, decaying

prints accolades of vice barren

save one issue ...

record stamped BUNKER.}}

_{^{Youths immersed

in causality and confidence,

protest keeps step as discord

spreads outward.}}

_{^{Mein Kampf now theirs,

whimsical misfits and loose

ends, melee erupts as age and

gender are trivial.}}

_{^{Young Romanis heed,

while zeal enlivens heels

as a body passes by,

in lieu of a gurney --

a wheelbarrow suffices.}}

_{^{Cadaverous festers,

for the emboldened few,

dare pierce opacity,

glimmers flit defiant palls,

as capricious spells

law books are easily tainted,

usurpers once blind,

struggles timorously

in their judicial robes.}}

_{^{If e'er survivors

from off the streets,

perchance a hearing,

they'll hear an echoing

in the silent courtroom,

'tis the calm ere the

storm, calamity on

trial, as justice for the

dead is made more dead

than death itself.}}

_{^{50s long gone bigotry kept

Santayana periods of disorder

a bedlam of societies rise

aphoristically said,

"Those who cannot remember

the past,

is condemned to repeat it".}}

_{^{~~a floor lies hope, shift ends, dustpan waits a couple more years.}}

Author: William Kekaula

I am a retiree of the hospitality industry, presently, residing in my birthplace town of Hilo, Island of Hawaii, a.k.a. Big Island, in the 50th State of Hawaii, USA, and as a writer, I have a passion for poetry, fictional and nonfictional short stories.

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Dr Mikhail Tyaglyy

Go, young man, and conciliate cravings, menacing palls the cherished realm. Shelves are left barren for frantic looks, as aisles reload a virtuous plunge of cobwebbed books, decaying prints accolades of vice barren save one issue ... record stamped BUNKER.

Youths immersed in causality and confidence, protest keeps step as discord spreads outward.

Mein Kampf now theirs, whimsical misfits and loose ends, melee erupts as age and gender are trivial.

Young Romanis heed, while zeal enlivens heels as a body passes by, in lieu of a gurney -- a wheelbarrow suffices.

Cadaverous festers, for the emboldened few, dare pierce opacity, glimmers flit defiant palls, as capricious spells law books are easily tainted, usurpers once blind, struggles timorously in their judicial robes.

If e'er survivors from off the streets, perchance a hearing, they'll hear an echoing in the silent courtroom, 'tis the calm ere the storm, calamity on trial, as justice for the dead is made more dead than death itself.

50s long gone bigotry kept Santayana periods of disorder a bedlam of societies rise aphoristically said, "Those who cannot remember the past, is condemned to repeat it".

~~a floor lies hope, shift ends, dustpan waits a couple more years.