No Nonsense.

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: Good work poet, no nonsense. , "Having Survived Life East of Equity, Kinda," fine words LiBbey Joplin. : Poverty's Survivor, : In the End and so the Beginning : it's a 24-7 act of courage! : And there in umbrella's rat carried on playing in the rain, : Singing: "Aucune crédibilité sans qualité de la vie--No credibility without quality of the life!" : Oui, : Ne lâche pas--Faites, société civile! : All in confustication, : just the signs of "Our" times...Those whom are said to be, : Far upon high, : Kingdom come, : Rex Maximus, erat rex nomine, : sed non postestate. : A finger'd rebuke for the Kings in name, : but not in [T]ruth, : nor power. : Ah wonder yeass, : Shine on, : In praise Poverty's Survivor! : Well said, JoAnne Trukel RN. : "Women never have a half-hour in all their lives (excepting before or after anybody is up in the house) that they can call their own, without fear of offending or of hurting someone. Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have 'no time in the day to themselves." [1852] : Having Survived Life East of Equity, Kinda. : LiBbey Joplin. : : Sundown, second week.. : : Month's end? : : Bittersweet half way, unsung... : : Folks outta food again. : : Hard to breathe hope once Life's wounds : : Go Social Assistance. : : Madame Citoyen Avec Culotte, : : Save us from depraved socialized indifference? : : October rains a cold, : : Too tired to revel in Life's joy. : : Yes, sleeps the harsh knowings of dreamt direness. : : Awake, awake four walls 2:38 am, : : Hunger.. : : Buried alive in penalty, : : After the fact of injury : : Is the hour's chill. : : And the little birds I know say paupers can't be choosers, : : but folks fight to sing, all the same. : : Bones hurt to move/ Ontario Works? No, no and no. : : Then, in a faithful moment, : : Give a dawg a bone, : : A burger may become the good mental health of a small comfort. : : Yet, the hut you crash iz a likely trick done according to Hoyle. : : Yes, sicker-by-the-day desiccates the unfortified. : : Ontario Disability Support Program Act is a legislated lament. : : Nine years Machiavellian-Altruism : : ruined us in untold ways. : : Cupboards bare, : : Kraft-Dinner and do-more-with-less ain't no goodness : : to be named healthy. : : O'Mercy, fiscal conservatism.. : : Wounds upon wounds--Misery as dignity? : : Sad, the anxious suffrage of Survivors : : is the measure of "Our" society's worth. : : Poverty, it's a wicked business--Scurrilous, yes? : : Guess, it's the scrooge in each, : : that's the custodian of making crazy. : : So, now some work late to build equity in the Ontario of 2003, : : And counting--There in civility stands: "Injury, Privation, Neglect and : : Disservice," : : They are the daughters and sons of much misrepresentation. : : Poverty's Survivor, : : In the End and so the Beginning : : it's a 24-7 act of courage! : : And there in umbrella's rat carried on playing in the rain, : : Singing: "Aucune crédibilité sans qualité de la vie--No credibility without quality of the life!" : : Oui, : : Ne lâche pas--Faites, société civile! : : All in confustication, : : just the signs of "Our" times...Those whom are said to be, : : Far upon high, : : Kingdom come, : : Rex Maximus, erat rex nomine, : : sed non postestate. : : A finger'd rebuke for the Kings in name, : : but not in [T]ruth, : : nor power. : : Ah wonder yeass, : : Shine on, : : In praise Poverty's Survivor! : : EnD. : : ©2005 LiBbey Joplin, all rights reserved, Toronto, Canada. End of the Block Ink. Outil édité d'enseignement, institut dans la gestion et développement de la Communauté, Université de Concordia. : : Montréal, Québec. : : This poem is dedicated and written for all those living at or below the poverty cut-off line--Meaning, all the working poor, beat for broke ailing vulnerable and System-Survivors living with disablities, : : who are "Our" Society's disenfranchised living at risk of social assistance, homelessness and/or homeless, everyday. : : Reflection: "I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet I assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means - except by : : getting off his back." - Leo Tolstoy. : JoAnne Trukel RN. : • Women never have a half-hour in all their lives (excepting before or after anybody is up in the house) that they can call their own, without fear of offending or of hurting someone. Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have 'no time in the day to themselves.' [1852] : • And so is the world put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts (which were meant, not for selfish gratification, but for the improvement of that world) to conventionality. [1852] : • It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm. [1859] : • I can stand out the war with any man. : • I stand at the altar of the murdered men, and, while I live, I fight their cause. [1856] : • Asceticism is the trifling of an enthusiast with his power, a puerile coquetting with his selfishness or his vanity, in the absence of any sufficiently great object to employ the first or overcome the last. [1857] : • No man, not even a doctor, ever gives any other definition of what a nurse should be than this -- 'devoted and obedient.' This definition would do just as well for a porter. It might even do for a horse. It would not do for a policeman. [1859] : • For what is Mysticism? Is it not the attempt to draw near to God, not by rites or ceremonies, but by inward disposition? Is it not merely a hard word for 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within'? Heaven is neither a place nor a time. [1873] : • You ask me why I do not write something.... I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results.

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