North Korea plays up Kim Jong un as a worthy recipient of a Nobel Peace Prize. And the possibility that the two may share, that high, honor.

Surprisingly though the two may have just eliminated themselves from a piece, of peace’s, iconic, honor.

An iconic Prize. Alfred Nobel’s, Peace Prize. Near all, covet it. Near everyone. And their brothers. Such, the allure of adding that, highest honor. Prizes

had they, in their pockets. But opening fat mouths may be costly, if it means, losing Prizes.

Spinning in their graves are past winners of the planet’s most iconic and coveted Prize. Alfred Nobel’s, Peace Prize. They had their invaluable Prizes,

in their pockets. But fat mouths may be costly. And the cost may well be, losing, invaluable … Prizes.

Russia’s shamster-in-chief: Vladimir Putin. Witness, not only this past presidential campaign in the United States of America, but a sham,

too, in Brexit, in Britain. A brawny bear is Putin’s Russia. Not above, assassination. Not above … shams.

Leave it to the children. Just not, the Beaver. For children, just like everybody else, are different from, everybody else. Most may follow where

the leaders, lead. So follow the leaders of tomorrow, today. Leaders like Greta. And David. They may get us, in 280 characters, there.

Just a misunderstanding. A lovers’, quarrel, if ye will. For jealous men are The Kim and The Don. Given, to rages. And ‘tis true that Mr. Alfred Nobel’s

brothers, are given, to rages. But Arthur’s brothers, noble wannabes, need nobility from Alfred Nobel.

Wisdom. It’s as if imbedded in poetry. And its power comes from its content. And from its cadence. Content. And cadence. The words, Penemue (Pen),

The Watcher, told man made for powerful words of beauty. Persuasion, not from a sword but rather, from a Pen.