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Democracy, Freedom, I write your name, Liberté, On the froth of the cloud, Paul Euard, poem, Poetry, Sing it - shout it- live it, Truth
This poem came back to me during this last week, promoted due to the edge-of-the-seat election (not over until the fat man sings in a straight-jacket escorted off under armed guard). It seems apt. Freedom. Democracy is freedom. The piece also makes for a quite beautiful love poem, were one to send it to their beloved it could only make their heart sing. And all true beloveds represent freedom, liberty.
I give you . . .
Liberté by Paul Eluard.
On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name
On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper or ash
I write your name
On the images of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name
On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name
On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name
On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name
On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on the boats
On the demented mountaintop
I write your name
On the froth of the cloud
On the sweat of the storm
On the dense rain and the flat
I write your name
On the flickering figures
On the bells of colors
On the natural truth
I write your name
On the high paths
On the deployed routes
On the crowd-thronged square
I write your name
On the lamp which is lit
On the lamp which isn’t
On my reunited thoughts
I write your name
On a fruit cut in two
Of my mirror and my chamber
On my bed, an empty shell
I write your name
On my dog, greathearted and greedy
On his pricked-up ears
On his blundering paws
I write your name
On the latch of my door
On those familiar objects
On the torrents of a good fire
I write your name
On the harmony of the flesh
On the faces of my friends
On each outstretched hand
I write your name
On the window of surprises
On a pair of expectant lips
In a state far deeper than silence
I write your name
On my crumbled hiding-places
On my sunken lighthouses
On my walls and my ennui
I write your name
On abstraction without desire
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name
And for the want of a word
I renew my life
For I was born to know you
To name you
Liberty.
Esme's Cloud 
Well Esme, the poem’s message is clear but Tubularsock has a bit of an issue with the delivery of the message.
The cost of graffiti clean up is astronomical and for this amount of it could be nearly prohibitive to address!
Would take a lot of solvent and rags to say the least.
Now that is not to say that “liberty” isn’t highly significant BUT spray paint and permanent markers all over the Cloud could bring property values down.
As for “Liberty” in the U.S. we may want to attempt Democracy for a start.
Until we overthrow the corporate overlords that run this joint we’ll NEVER have LIBERTY.
As it is now the Democraps and the Republican’ts are just two parties with the same agenda and all this circus distraction just keeps the peasants distracted as the robbery of treasury takes place on a regular bases.
Liberty as a concept is fun however.
Keep your powder dry, Esme.
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I most certainly shall my dear Mr Sock.
We have to work with what we’ve got, and that is always the lesser evil even if in truth the evils are nigh on matched. The loose canon has cost too many lives. These are dark days, but a small amount of light taken in is absolutely necessary, especially during such a cruel year. The liberty he speaks of in the poem may be an ideal, but it is the very heart of one and what we must always strive for.
Esme handing over a sticky bun upon the Cloud
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Thats a beautiful poem
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It really is. Thank you Mak.
Esme Cloud sending sun beams his way
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Mak sends good weather and flowers to Esme.
And a big hug
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An impressive piece. Yes, we are all born to know liberty. It’s too bad so many have lived lives deprived of it.
Writing “liberty” on the crown of the king seems fitting — it negates the kingship. Writing it on one’s dog does seem like overkill. And a demented mountaintop? Are mountaintops ever mented in the first place?
The defeat of the bloated orangutan is indeed a vast relief. We’ve parried this country’s first serious brush with fascism (in which virtually the whole Republican party was complicit) and in ten weeks things will start getting back to normal. Let it never be said that voting is not powerful. We’ve just used it to write the name “liberty” across the whole nation.
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I agree entirely; Trump#s goal has always been to be a dictator, nothing less, and liberty is not in a dictator’s vocabulary.
Mountaintops are demented because they have a fear of heights. No amount of hypnotherapy seems to help, but whispering to them that they are free does placate them some.
Thank you for your comment Infidel
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As a Demented Mountaintop, I thought this post was going to be about me.
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Isn’t everything darling? Hahahahahaha.
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It is. You are just not mentioned by name
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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I knew it! The bible is another one which I’ve always been convinced is about me even if they don’t use my name.
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Stewie Griffin more-like
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While this may be the case, you should at least be proud they don’t refer to you by name in that book. It would have ruined whatever reputation you have.
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Demented J. Trump has succeeded in destroying good things by the thousands, told lies by the tens of thousands, left hundreds of thousands to die in a plague within a matter of months … — …
All without a single redeeming moral value — well, he has pardoned two turkeys in November 2017, November 2018, November 2019, and imminently in November 2020. All that I can recall in four long years.
Here is a fine comic that illustrates some demented devastation — mountain tops full:
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Well said and by gum that’s a good cartoon!
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Thanks for wondering, esteemed Esme! Mr. T has already changed his residence to the orange State of Florida. My two farthings have him going to Mar a-Lago, FL for the Christmas holidays, never to return. There, he can declare the TSA (Trump States of America) and the DT (District of Trumpia). The Trump States, contiguous orange States, except for Alaska.
Dox News will have about a month to move from New York City to the District of Trumpia — necessary changes are expected to be minimal.
🙂
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I suspect he’ll start Trump TV and then create his onw personal political party, but hopefully all from jail!
Esme Cloud rolling her eyes at Bill as he rolls them back
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