Enchant made soul probable

 

Paper wisdom withers

In the quiet of the quill's dance, 

Wisdom whispers with a wistful glance. 

On paper pristine, theories shine, 

Yet in practice, they often decline.

Ideas ignite, ideologues assert, 

Truths they tout with fervent flirt. 

But when ideals meet reality's art, 

They falter, fail, and then fall apart.

From visions of wealth without the strain, 

To tales of equality that ended in vain, 

Bold proclamations in justice's name, 

Utopian dreams that never became.

Theories thrive in minds so bright, 

But stumble, stagger in the light. 

Experience, that ageless sage, 

Turns the chapter's page.

For wisdom on paper may seem divine, 

Yet practice, my friend, is the truest sign. 

Adapt, amend, adjust with grace, 

And theory’s truth will find its place.

Whole applause serenely coexist

 

Observe learn them balance

 

Wisdom Burdens Fools

 A wise man’s weight, a heavy haul, 

Deep thoughts dance in a daunting fall. 

Foolish fun, free from the fray, 

Joyful jesters jive and play.

Sage sees shadows, subtle sighs, 

Contemplation clouds the skies. 

Folly finds a field of flowers, 

Leaps in light, laughs for hours.

Burdens borne by the keen of mind, 

Complex truths, conflicts entwined. 

Bliss blooms in the simple soul, 

Carefree, wild, and whole.

Ticket trick tails unveil

 

Entitled Power

 In lands of promise, leaders rise, 

Their names in bold, beneath the skies. 

A fervent claim, a power's thrust, 

Yet wisdom's spark begins to rust.

Against the native lands they pressed, 

A trail of tears, a nation's test. 

With walls of stone, division brewed, 

The power wielded, hopes subdued.

In halls of trust, the loyal thrive, 

Their posts assured, as spoils arrive. 

Yet merit's call, a whisper faint, 

For power reigns, with no constraint.

The banks of gold, they battled fierce, 

To shift the tides, their foes to pierce. 

Economies reshaped, the storms they sown, 

In power's grip, their seeds were blown.

From Jackson's time to futures cast, 

The echoes of their shadows last. 

A title's might, the fleeting hour, 

For wisdom falters, lost in power.