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The Disintegration of The United States of America *** A Brief Notation By John Lars Zwerenz

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The Disintegration of The United States of America A Brief Notation By John Lars Zwerenz The body politics in our Country have declined to a state of such corruption and depravity that soon we may be finished as a solvent Nation. There is a mass confusion sweeping through the collective psyche of our people and is engulfing all of us whether we admit it or not. The source of the present condition of nationwide decay is the insidious allegiance to the erroneous philosophy of subjective morality. The nature of reality is self evident and by its nature is ultimately objective. No individual can create his or her reality without reckoning upon God. The whole transgender issue is just one symptom of our ever burgeoning collective national insanity. © 2023 #people #politics #God #transgender John Lars Zwerenz (1969 - ) is an American impressionistic poet who is considered one of the most important new literary figures in the world , both worldwide and in The U.S. ( according to Amazon)f. [1

Photos of John Lars Zwerenz / © 2023 WGBH BOSTON

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NEW POEMS BY JOHN LARS ZWERENZ / PRESS RELEASE

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AABS PUBLISHING WILL BE RELEASING WORLDWIDE THE LATEST OFFERING FROM AMERICAN POET JOHN LARS ZWERENZ ENTITLED " NEW POEMS " LATE THIS YEAR OF 2022. THIS FRESH VOLUME CONSISTING OF 45 All NEW POEMS IS THE POETIC SEQUEL TO ZWERENZ' BEST SELLING POETRY ANTHOLOGY WHICH WAS PUBLISHED IN 2020.

THE MYSTERY OF WYCLIFF MANOR, A STORY OF HORROR

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                             The Mystery of Wycliff Manor                                                     By                                          John Lars Zwerenz THE MYSTERY OF WYCLIFF MANOR, A STORY OF HORROR WILL BE RELEASED WORLDWIDE THIS MAY OF 2023 AUTHOR: JOHN LARS ZWERENZ PUBLISHER: GREEN FROG PUBLISHING Ⓒ 2023 TO MARY, QUEEN OF ANGELS   Once upon a time, although not for long, Wycliff Manor was a place of peace and beauty.... AT THE FOOT OF A CASTLE At the foot of a castle in the gilded, setting sun, In the warm and fragrant air of a summer’s belvedere, Through a deep, dense forest a river does run Winnowing through the trees, azure hued and clear. And in the languor of the night when stars shine like wines In a minor tone when the songbirds sigh A maiden of regalia, from epochs long gone by Walks out upon the terrace, gazing on the pines. Her flowing, dark mane is lovely, long and fair And her royal g