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Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Legend of the Red October Run

Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.

There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.

By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.

“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.

The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.

Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.

Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.

No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers?  The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.

The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense 
   and find a way to win? 

Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?

Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.

It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be 
   ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?

The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.

Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.

Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.

Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.

Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered.  Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
    had been renewed,

There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.

For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.

But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.

At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”.  Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.

The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.

Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.

Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.

Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.

To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.

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Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Prophets and Messiahs

The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.

What could this dipolarity possibly mean,
between prophets of reforming doom and brighter co-redeemers,
for science and a more exegetical philosophy?
she apparently asked rhetorically
as surely no pupil would raise a voice or brow 
to expansively respond.

Prophet Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurability
within scientific revolutions,
as contrasted to normal-science evolutions,
runs logically parallel
to Darwin's problem 
that endosymbiosis appears to conclude
that the genetically rich will always get richer,
whether these be biological genes
or paradigmatic memes,
without explaining a more complex phylogenetic recreativity
and interdependence
resulting in great speciating transitions 
and scientific revolutions 
across multiple paradigms,
bringing what was individuated
into a new,
more permaculturally explicated,
consciousness of evolving ecto-cooperatively synced.

Culturally synergetic trends
across ectosymbiotic revolutions
of cooperative Win-Win evolutionary diastasis,
or, as we like to say in Permaculture,
"climaxing beloved community"
conjoins complexly interdependent
paradigms
species
within ecological systems.

So 
one prophet's competitively incommensurable endo-evolution
of Business As Usual shouting for reform
could also be a cooperative messiah's meta-commensurable
ecto-revolutionary 
permacultural exegesis
rooted in a fractal regenerativity of relativity theory,
as Primal Relationship of Left with Right bicameral consciousness.

Right-meta-intuitive with Left-endo-ego-deductive balance
coarises two nondual, endo with ecto, 
symbiotic environmental views 
of culture,
nature,
form,
information,
deductively-physical with intuitively-metaphysical function,
con-scientific conscience,
consciousness of supporting prophetic evolutions
promising revolutionary cooperative permacultural design
and development 
of familial 
and tribal 
and all ectosymbiotic 
political and eco-logical eco-normics.

Prophets predict scientific revolutions 
most exegetically and co-redemptively correct,
as in historically accurate about Great Transitions,
after the fact of swelling intuitive/deductive cultural support.

Meanwhile
the co-messianic promise of a new cooperative
permacultural
metaphysical endo/ectosymbiotic evolutionary paradigm
may resolve more ectosymbiotic imbalances
long before competitive BusinessAsUsual Left-brain dominance
realizes he has already lost interest
enthusiasm
investment
in further Win-Lose Evolutionary Prophecies.

Permaculturing seasons 
with deductive/inductive developmental reasons
long ago RNA-inclusively proved themselves
to be at least as successful endosymbiotically,
deductively,
reductively within any one paradigm or species,
as ectosymbiotically,
metasystemically,
polyculturally,
universally,
cosmologically,
seasonally/transitionally fractal rhythms of eco-consciousness as Time;
a Win-Win Opera in 4 confluent voices
with Polynomial Uracil singing full Yang Summer of ReGenesis
with Not-Not Polynomial Cytosine's full Yin-Yin Winter DeComposition
while Adenine-Springs forward Yin to Yang consumption
and Guanine-Falls back Yang toward Yin production,
A with G
and U with C
each bi-elliptically 
dipolar-fractal (0)-soul centrally
regeneratively 
revolving diastasis;
bicamerally functional in-form-ation--
not-not cognitive dissonance theory.

Both Left-endo and Right-ecto symbiosis
are important to bicameral co-messiahs
with scientific-intuitive
revolutionary/transitional
information processes,
autonomic-aptic-endemic 
steering toward pandemic 
enculturation.

Quoting my colleague Professor C. Eisenstein,
"Are people happier now,
more fulfilled,
for having films 
rather than tribal storytellers,
MP3 players
rather than gatherings around the piano?
Are we happier eating mass-produced food
rather than that from a neighbor's field
or our own garden?
Are we happier?
Has any new need been met?"

Intending this quote rhetorically
concluded with a question,
Professor Glory smiled with pleasure
at the smallest person voice
far in back of her great assembly hall,
"Our new permacultural need
on behalf of all EarthTribe species
is cooperative networking capacity
which might revolve recapacity
to gather around a piano
to become each other's song
sung in exquisite harmonic octaves,
with four equally balanced voices
co-messianically blending East with prophetic West
and exegetically back again,
reiterating karmic grace."

Well sung.
Co-arising revolution is to exegetical regenesis
as prophetic evolution is to eisegetical phylogenesis.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Variations on a Cultural Theme

It was sometime back in the 70's,
my later 20's,
I woke up one morning to realize
EgoSelf as an often dissonant nest 
of natural systemic TaoEarth,
a mindbody bicameral treehouse
in some way that felt socially
and economically
and perhaps even politically awkward.

Too much like an Ugly Duckling Ego
in a Cinderella Opera,
clearly expecting myself to overcompensate
for my alien social-regenerative nature,
by learning to play each of the other roles
co-arising adeptly.

Prince Charming to my kids and husband,
somehow especially sadly 
because I have the only AngloIdentified
AnthroBioSystem
in my Ugly StepSister/Brother and Cinderella and
Prince Charming family. 

Carefully avoiding LoseLose Economist
as SuperUgly dualdark StepMother
of malicious,
mendacious,
hateful intent 
to play out a MonoCulturally supremicist Win-Lose Opera,
with me in charge of racist misery.

It was not until we all began stretching together
to comprehend what it means,
in terms of health and beauty,
goodness and truth,
to become daily reborn
into a PostMillennial Taoist Unitarian Universalism,
more richly hued polycultural health outcomes increase.

In this PostTaoist UU Landscape,
I have come to correlate
Left MindBody Language,
with YangPowered nutritional-natural health outcomes

If, and only if,
co-arising MidWay Tipping Point
of deductive-within-inductive mutual nature/spirit interest and value,
Elder Right MindBody Inductive-Empathic-Subjective
nutritional-nurturing PermaCultural 
dialectical decomposition confirms
RNA (0)-soul regenerative health enculturation-confluence, 
contentment, 
no ecosystemic stress,
trending toward PolyCultural Climaxing Outcomes,
where P as Exterior Landscape
reiterates reverse-temporal intention
of NotNot P as EcoInterior Right MindBody Landscape.

This is densely substantial and speaks of rich fertility,
and is kind of a lot to carry around in one bicamera-rolling mindbody ecosystem,
but,
for us,
together, I hope,
our already shared Main (0)Mega Point Principle of Time,
is a dipolar nature-spirit nondual radically symbiotic hypothesis

Universal-ConVex c-squared YangTime
functions unitarian within 4D RealTime e-squared 
PrimeRelational Right MindBodies
co-arising
Newtonian gravitational waves -,-
Einsteinian radiant frequency bilateral +,+ mutually positronic-elational,
are also double-bound reverse-immune aptic-negentropic-electronic fractal ballast.

I hope you are familiar with Right-brain love of health as symmetry
and truth and goodness
and light rather more than dual dark
as sensual-polycultural-receptor color and tone,
autonomic temporal balance of bilateral/bicameral systems,
breathing and heart-beat norms of mindbody health,
blood flow nutrient ebb and flow streams of energetic balance,
these bilateral-revolving flow structures,
like DNA ladders
twisting in fractalspiral ordered revolutions
never quite reaching EgoHome,
but fully-defining-refining
our Earth-centered hearts and rivers
of internal nutritional blood-systemic fueled
neural mindbody flow systems of balance,
ebb-exhale YinUnitarian,
flowing inhale diastolic Yang Universal.

Now I unfold each morning
stepping into a PermaCulturing Opera,
co-arising Janus-faced bicameral mindbody spacetime
and language,
dialects and seasonal nutritional dynamics of light love
and peaceful contentment-nature,
with dipolar appositional dualdark AngerLose-FearLose
cognitive-affective dissonance,
Tipping Point notices from Elders past
ruminating dualdark voices of Time's languaged present
co-presence,
(0)-EcoConsciousness.

Buckminster Fuller often plays
Elder Ugly Duckling Prophet and Father of Time.
He speaks eco-logos to biological UU systems
using analogies of temporal-bilateral dialects,
diapraxis,
diastasis,
transforming-fusing fold and unfold functions
metaphysical correlations incarnating physical form,
development regenerative potential.
Time folds Yang convexly,
Physical Universe as closed present-tense diastatic potential,
achieved through cooperative co-mentorship of design and development,
Time unfolds Yin bilaterally OpenSystemic,
concavely unitarian-integral-dialectic-fractal-prime-dipolar-relationship-elation-co-gravitation-implicate-string-nature's-time-syntaxed-order....

And, maybe,
wondering what you UniversalYang with UnitarianYin Right MindBody Balance
bicamerally ego/eco-conscious folks polypathically think,
what we might find,
discover,
recover,
within Bucky Fuller's Synergy,
as Polycultural Climax ReGenerative TemporalSpatial Design,
and elsewhere too,
in PermaCultural apps for cooperatives
economic
and political
and ecological
and health-value systemic
by divesting of toxic monocultural over-competitive anthro-development
within this lifetime's Ego-Deductive-Dominant PreMillennial Memory.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord -Day 15

When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by taunting dreams
Taunting realities

“Today, I shall answer your questions,”
Softly, I arose, confused.
“Questions?”

“Long ago you spoke to me, 
A letter written by your youthful fingers
You addressed me so respectfully,  
Worrying most who beheld such a dedication.”

I remembered the words,
Closing my eyes, turning beside the Prince
“You need not answer now…
The Lord will show Me, 
Has shown me, where your mind lies,
How vain it is to find a softness to your heart
How stark your future reflects upon your sickened mind
I don’t need to know how little I was,
How strong I have become
How weak you make me feel.
All I need to know now is why.”

He hushed me, staring into my eyes.
“Let me answer you, oh sweet, sweet soul…

Long ago, your hesitance to come before me,
Was a burden upon my thumping breast,
Was a heartache for your heated desire
You were but insignificant to me
Whilst I, immersed in abolishing,
Plotted against your brothers and sisters,
And the angels, and God Himself
In your meekness, you lied,
For you have always been in the game
You contended with me every single day you drew breath! 

You considered me jealous of your place,
Of the human, higher than the angels,
Blessed from the start of creation
You declared me passionate for your touch,
In which was not a lie;
From your cries, I soon longed for your impotence
Begged for your secret, sacred belligerence
You claimed yourself humble, innocent
Not worthy of your place your God had granted you

You spoke to me as a gentle mother, cooing her child,
But I was not the child that day as you were
Tears falling from your widened eyes,
Stunned by my power over the earth,
Crushed by my recalcitrant spirit

You said you were poisoned with the truth,
That you could not if you wanted, stand with me
Yet here you are, breathing with me, creating with me,
Seeing my way
The very truth that makes you up so led your heart here
In this birthing age…
Your soul glowing in my abode

My dear, beautiful woman,
You rejected the fate of the ordinary
For you understood my beauty more than any other
You held me up on weak arms,
Shaky, fragile arms,
And my currents strengthened your hold

You never fell that day upon the soil,
Emptied, saddened by the death of your love
You never fell that day, but rose to your new fate
Trusting that I had qualities you have forever wished to gain
You became free from Him,
Only just for a little while

You must allow yourself, slave of truth, oh heart so near,
To accept what is rightfully yours
You have me, the Now
In return, I want you forever…”

Was there sadness in his eyes,
Or was he plotting, his lying tongue waiting
Crouching to pounce upon my life?
Was there sorrow in his posture?
His wings lowered,
His shoulders drooped,
Muscles tense, fighting what I deem tears,
Or was he joyous in these threatening moments? 

“Remember when our lips touched?
How good we felt, the breeze between..
We were stronger then… 
Yet realizing the place He set you in,
Shackles growing in your veins,
Emotions left you, slave,
Righteousness bound you
And you turned me away…”

Rising higher over me, he set his great hand upon my shoulder
“Yet, as I knew,
As I have anticipated,
Even hoped,
You would again return to me
You have chosen to be with me
Even only just for a little while…

See, a little while, is all I need
A little while is all you need
For you to be with me, free.”

He kissed my forehead, slowly,
Immersed in that undying moment
As I stood there rigid and speechless

“Now you have opened my eyes,
You have freed such a flower in me
To realize, that the child you were is gone
You no longer need my answers,
You need my love, 
You need my hand
You have become part of my plan  

Assuredly, I swear,
Just as you have done before,
You will thank me
And we will share in the indulgent fruits of our labor,
Blooming, always blooming”

Note: You don't know how excited I am to post new sections every week. (Yes, this is happening every week now, till I get to day 20, then I am taking a wee break) And I am so grateful for the encouraging comments. I love you guys so much, and thank you for believing in me! Without you, I don't think I would have ever gotten this far really.... For a long, long time, this idea of a series between the Devil and a chosen one of God has been plaguing my mind. The inspiration started blooming after writing “Dear Lucifer” written and posted July 2013. This section (Day 15) is the Devil’s consideration in response to this letter. 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

APOLOGY

You spoke of Love in the kingdom to come
Where the works of hatred would be undone
you bid your disciples to follow whats true
to demonstrate its power in the actions they do
 
But I have seen injustice
      In the congregations of God
they have castigated children
with verbal tirades           they did flog

committed vicious slander
and the innocent             threw away
refused to hear their lack of justice
and those who tell the truth                they slay

But these actions are not hidden
from our King                 God has given throne
those of us who’ve seen it
our thoughts to him          have shown

His retribution will not linger
with his army he arrives
expose he will oppressors
those who                       cover deceit with lies
 
They profess to be disciples
of the Christ and Father Jah
but the errors                   of injustice
have trespassed the Love that’s law

Into the sanctuary
          I have sent this word
that like prayers of incense 
their cries and tears           be heard

At the house of God there’s punishment
until true mercy            we can learn
willing to          investigate the truth
and its advocates not spurn

You have practiced Law and Judgment
the child of God             you did not see
you interpreted the scriptures
and pronounced his children          unworthy

I have trouble understanding
those who lift             your eulogy
so easily destroy their kin
blame not themselves              as ungodly

Its always someone                 else’s fault
not the things you did or say
you couldn’t possibly            be the reason
that from the “truth” they walked away

When you stand before the throne of God
will they judge                  your actions clean
all the thoughts that you committed
will prove you kind                  or mean

I can only say to you 
I saw your                 justice taken away
my own afflictions and slander
paralyzed my voice             that day

Even now to late in time
their judgments I do fear
they’ve spent their time             convincing me
my perception is not             clear

But I have spent my time
considering             the instructions in your word
their placement in        my heart and mind
and my pen has proved I’ve heard

to those youths       I’m still connected
you’ve remained in mind and heart
I’ve considered what you experienced
and I know                it’s origins start

Not all of us              who worship truth
will condemn your walk away
those who expose their heartlessness
before the throne will pay

I only hope you              remember
those of us    who cherished you
If I could manipulate nature
none these things               would you go through

I want you to remember
that’s whats broken         and with flaw
have difficulty executing
the perfection of cosmic law

I hope to see you           in the future
when you’ve considered my             digress
what you’ve experienced in life
is very difficult               to digest

The things that connect us
are more            than human skin
together we are the children
of the parents               who gave us sin

This is my apology
for you         whom I could not defend
I was suffering my own afflictions
which prevented           my love to mend

I have failed far to many
and on others can           lay no blame
unlike the power that controls the cosmos
my limitations physics             name

My complaints here             I have spoken
but the threads of them            are true
they are laid before the throne of justice
and our God and Christ            will see them through

Choose to invest in excellence 
but these are traits          that you must learn
to humans they come            not natural
your inclinations             they will confirm

From your introduction             I have loved you
and to my thoughts have given voice
but your own road                    you must travel
and free will               is yours of choice

Only one thing          can fill whats hollow
a majestic gift       from Christ and God
that we “learn” to love each other
correct the inherited things          and flawed


Self justification (self rightousness) is a peculiar
trait among mankind ….and is significantly
emboldened when applying law and tradition
and distinctly visible among those who “practice”
religion , instead of “following the truth” like a
detective …….outside appearances can be so
deceiving, whats hidden and out of visions
range the guilty are not just catholic and protestant
those who abuse the truth have always sat
right among Gods own chosen people ….

 
Luke 17:1-4

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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details |

We Will Get Our - Hyphen

 
                                          " We Will Get Our - Hyphen "


                                            Between our day of birth
                                        and our last day on this earth
                                                       is a line 
                                          that's short and overlooked!
                                    These dates are meant to represent
                                          the time that one has spent
                                                     in living life 
                                             and all they undertook!


                                          Now though this line is short,
                                                I do want to exhort,
                                                  it is much longer 
                                               than it does appear!
                                            It is centered in between
                                                  these two dates, 
                                                     as it is seen
                                                 to do two things-
                                            acknowledge and revere!


                                           Some think it's just a dash
                                                   and look past it, 
                                                       in a flash,
                                                  without realizing 
                                              what it really means!
                                           It's not there to separate
                                                    one another - 
                                                 these two dates
                                                   for with such 
                                                   a simple view
                                                 it does demean!


                                                  On our first day 
                                               this life we entered,
                                                 our date of birth, 
                                                    was centered
                                         our journey got it's blessing 
                                                   from the start!
                                        The second date's not added
                                              'til some of life's years 
                                                 have been padded,
                                                    then one day
                                                       it is time, 
                                                        this life, 
                                                       to depart!


                                              It does celebrate a life
                                               that knew some joys, 
                                              that knew some strife!
                                                It is quite symbolic 
                                                  in it's brief state!
                                                        I'm sure 
                                                    you will agree
                                                  that this short line
                                                      that you see
                                                   will from now on 
                                                 have new meaning
                                                     you'll equate!


                                                        You see, 
                                                       this reality
                                                       is destined 
                                                    for you and me!
                                                    It's not an "If"....
                                                  It truly is a "When!"
                                                  When it's our time, 
                                                         to leave
                                                  to go to Heaven,
                                                    "DO BELIEVE",
                                                 between our dates-
                                           "We Will Get Our - Hyphen!"


                                                        (WTA-IV)
                                                        3/4/2016


Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 24

In the morning, he was tetchy, but gentle,
Sitting beside me till my eyelids opened
I sat up, yawning, and rubbed my eyes
His hand brushed a dry tear off my face

“You are alive and well, I see, gentle spirit,
Even with me you thrive on the hidden joys of that furtive heart
The life in your eyes thrills me,
Drains me of my angers
And threatens my nature
I question you with curiosity only you can conjure,
Why here? And why now?
This is the Millennial Age,
The precious priests of God are preparing
In a time of jubilance and celebration,
Knowing I cannot touch their elation
With my trying and tempting claws
God granted you and your brethren
This time to wallow 
In only exaltation and peace,
Free from sorrows and pains that I alone inflict—
And yet you are here with me
With no momentous hesitance,
No second thought. . .
Suffering freely with me
Singing songs with me from your incomparable heart. . .
Do you see any flames here?
Of course not!
They never existed to begin with,
Only the pressing darkness pervades—save your probing light—
Yes, He could not even grant me the privilege
Of a nice prolonging burn that destructive fire provides!”

Calmly, I replied,
“The only Hellfire I see resides in your heart,
In those eyes that are capable of hate so atrocious,
But no, not at all, 
Not in your miserable dwelling, oh Prince. . . 
I must warn you,
The more you abide in this light, 
The more challenging it will be to let it go,
I know you do not want to hear this,
And somewhere inside you know this,
But I will say it again and again—
If you are a rebel of God,
In the end, you will mercifully die a rebel of God,
And all your followers shall die with you
Do you not see the responsibility you carry?
Are you heartless to all of those whom you need? 
To me?
He will not torture you, He will not burn you
Heaven knows He will not sear you soullessly
Oh, Prince, have mercy!
This is why I cry at night,
This is why I am here with you!
This is why I fear for your soul that I know you possess!
Tell me this is why you brush the dried tears from my eyes,
You see the light and you want to keep it,
Make it your own,
But it is not yours, it is not mine—
But it is the very Spirit of God,
The very Spirit you despise
And the very Spirit that shall smite you.”

He shook his head and hushed me, singing,
“This is not the end as you are so quick to envision,
Oh love, do not fear such garbage!
This is the beginning of a brand new element,
A brand new creation original to our conjoined minds
And brandished hearts
You are your own,
And I am mine
Though together we are fate
I am flattered you should consider my future in these dreary days,
But you are mistaken—I am whole, and I am mighty,
My future is magnificent
Yes, with you, even more so
His blows are powerful, but they shall not end all that is me!
And you, in your surety of my soul, 
You should know very well, 
That I could not give up my own
To release you from this prison and into the destruction of freedom—
Into the heart of end
Into the end of passion as we know it!

Oh, you make me shake with wrath and desire all in one!
I was born in hell,
I will remain in hell
I am miserable, I am mad!
You know it!!!
But you are here to share in the madness, so listen:
Let me be the only reason you are here,
Do not spark the flammable workings of shady minds past mine 
Do not listen to the demon,
She is jealous of us,
And I have put her back into her place
She cannot be your witness
For she sees less than us all…”

“Who is she?” I whispered to him, startled,
Just noticing her dreadful, glowing eyes,
Watching us in the dark

“She is nothing,
She is nobody
A follower
A simpleton
If you are prudent, you will
Pay her no mind...”

My attention averted to the fear of losing him, 
And I sang,
“I pray, for the angel you once were,
To heed my plea for your life,
Soon the day will come that I will leave you
And your company, only darkness,
Will bind you in its voids forever
I love you, oh Prince, 
This I do not fear to say,
For the Son on high loves you more,
And I will never give up on you
Do not deny the power that I bring from God
To not deny your end if you should turn your own way
It will happen,
And I will watch you die,
Or I will watch you live!”

His changing eyes burned menacingly into mine
He knew well the courage in my heart could not be drained
And the love in my soul could not be extinguished

“I am the Great Fallen Angel,
And I will rise again! 
Dark as ever, 
With or without your company
Consent, and save me,
Reject, and face my fury!”

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Andres Rocha | Details |

The Raisin in the Box of Chocolates

"I agree," Bayard murmured while looking at the few people walking I across the street. Summer was over and the boy was beginning to get frustrated at the sight of girls wrapped in blankets of clothes. 

"Bayard do you even know what I just said?" Lyel interrupted his brother's observations. "Could you at least pretend to care once in a while?"

"I heard what you said man, relax." He took the cup off of the table without bothering to turn his head. He sipped his coffee in the most nonchalant manner. 

"I hope that caramel frapuchino is to your liking. It cost some people money you know."

"It's decent."

Lyel turned his attention back to the small pile of papers sitting on the table, "Mhm how to end this chapter. Maybe I should end it with the girl confessing." 

"Stop with your story for a while or two and take a look at the outside world. By the way don't forget to give that girl a body that makes the guys stare." 

"No. See you weren't paying attention when I was telling you about my story. Women don't need bodies for a man to love them. Why do I even share my ideas with you?" Lyel placed the papers back inside a blue folder.

"Because you have no one else. Finish your coffee after all you paid for it. The coffee here is good after all."

"You almost did not want to come in here in the first place."

"That's because this place looks like crap from the outside." 

"Anyways how was trick or treating with your friends yesterday?"

"Finally a topic that doesn't involve your lame romances. It was one of the best ones so far. We went to this neighborhood on the west side of the city. Bro you should have been there. Haha a whole neighborhood full of girls with sexy Halloween costumes. I couldn't decide wether the chick with the devil costume was better than the one with the cat costume. Man awesome night." Bayard placed his hands behind his head and laid back on the chair.

"What about the haunted houses? The candy?" 

"There was this one house where there was a graveyard and zombies. This girl was too scared to go in it. So I told her I'll hold her. We all got good candy in that house."

"I hope you saved some candy for me too."

"I did. Some candy corn. I'm pretty sure you like it."

The waiter went to the brothers' table inquiring if they needed anything else. Lyel politely declined and thanked the waiter for his kindness. Breakfast was almost over and the scent of coffee was beginning to fade. There was only a few people in the shop. An old man lost in the swirling of his coffee and a young man sitting in the corner reading.

"So as I was saying. When I got home I ate some twix and kit kats, but then I found this box of chococate chips. Strange because this was the first time I received this box before." 

"It must be only in that neighborhood."

"I opened it and at the top was a raisin. One raisin in a box of chocolate chips."

The sound of the bell on the front door rung more frequently as the hands on the clock tired in their endless cycle. Lyel's coffee no longer had steam. It was getting cold.

"What did you do with the raisin?"

"I threw it away and ate the chocolates. What else would I do with it? I was there for the chocolates."

"Eat the raisin. Why would you throw away a perfectly good raisin away?"

"No one choses the raisin over the chocolates man. Why would you? What if the raisin was poisoned?

"The raisin is ten times less likely to be poisoned than the chocolates since there are more brutes than intelligent people." 

"Hey stop being a smart ass. Let's put this in real world terms alright. Let's say the chocolate chips are the hot girls in the devil and cat Halloween costumes. The raisin is some ugly chick in a chipmunk costume or something. Who would you chose?"

"The girl in the chipmunk costume. Looks have nothing to do with my decision."

"Bro are you serious? Even if you were insane that is a no-brainer."

"And that is exactly what is wrong with society. No brains. I'll pick the raisin over the chocolates any day and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Even if I was I'm not afraid to walk alone in my opinion."

"So what you are saying is that instead of a box of chocolates we should give a box of raisins on Valentine's day?"

"Maybe we should since people have forgotten what really matters."

The shop had more people now and people were beginning to stare at the two brothers arguing. Bayard noticed this and took the last sip of his coffee. He brushed his dark hair back and stood up. "Whatever I finished my coffee. Let's go."

Copyright © Andres Rocha | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details |

Face Of Modern Slavery

A shameful act in this world we live today
surely an educated mind can clearly see the truth behind a mask
Ignorance is the hardness of heart manifests in such violence 
The horrors and inhumanity of it heartbreaking reality reeks
A mortal sin attacking the vital principle within us all
slavery is very much alive and growing each dawning new day

New bigger than ever in the 21st century, returning evil dawns
Turn a blind eye poor unfortunate girls without a voice cry for love
India has the largest number of slaves in the world we live in
The dark side of such a beautiful country an evil vice grips hold

Taking a new form, bride trafficking exploiting the poor
those unfortunate falling prey to traditional arranged marriages
some are sold off like objects for as little as 160 euro's, up to 225 euro's 5000 rupees 
Vulnerable young women exploited forced into hard labor some injected with drugs e.t.c they say their life is Hell not worth living

Working morning and night beaten in extreme heat raped by family members
Their is a social status manufactured from all this a stigmata deceit and trickery
they are then disgraced known as purchased women

Men and women so called mercenaries in a perverse vice 
looking at ill got wages they act as brokers in a deliberate choice of evil 
This the gravest violation of good clouds and corrupts judgement 
Entrapment and sale of poor unfortunate vulnerable women as brides
victims of greed to an illegal trade one grave offence
Turning away from evil out of fear of punishment 
we ourselves are in a position of slaves

Studies have been carried out the world over 
treating women as baggage or a commodity or an item of less worth
they lead their victims into evil doing without choice 
They do the most punishing of manual labor exploited under extreme conditions
Some have been taken from their families forcefully again'st their will 
then sold many times over as sexual objects and given drugs 
sedated to prevent them from escaping living a life of constant fear 

Tears roll down my cheeks 
law is a broken promise of truth to protect innocence
25 years of selective abortions willfully being practiced
by doctors and surgeons alike
protecting wrong doers cry people oppressed forced in some circumstances
life is sacred a verdict of moral conscience 

Only in the female section a shame and disgrace 
now a population of mostly men seed of their wrong doing
Oppression of the poor cries to Heaven for revenge 
keeping of slaves deprives thee laborer of their wages 
were is human rights in all this God be merciful 

Our blessed mother holding Queen of Heaven sits with the father and the son 
forgive them as they are blind to the truth an ignorance in their guilt
A mothers tears are the most precious love one blessing 
The suffering of these innocent girls, we all seek happiness in the fairy tale end

Rich men acting as brokers dowries a property exchange how awfully sad
How shameful this is slavery returning to the past sins 
enduring a life of constant sexual abuse considered unclean
this should be banned as it turns my stomach were is equality
More the Devil's advocate, such heartache and tears justice a virtue
all because you were born a woman some are taken by force an uneven balance
beaten and battered victims, a sadness overwhelms me 

Sex selective abortions, a blast again'st girls 
if the unborn child is female more than likely will be aborted
Costs of dowries crippling to parents, going into debt 
A woman, one precious jewel in my eyes who gives birth to new life 
in the fruit of love, to be held equal with an equivalent say
contrary to the divine  law
Created from a rib of man 

Families torn apart for what, such reason greed of money
The countless women enslaved live in hope 
unrepented evil brings eternal darkness destroys charity
This new prosperity is but a distant dream for some 
10 million people in enslaved in India

They have an imperialist attitude with political dominance over the poor 
The colonist legacy remains with status 
Some are considered of worthless class
Slavery laws should be enforced abolishing such inhumane cruelty 
in such loveless acts
fruits of charity are joy to behold brings peace and mercy 
as they project something to the outside world that they are not 
Hidden under the carpet their lies the sins of falsehood  





Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Cyndi MacMillan | Details |

THE STAND

The eyes of Sarlissia were as large as the seventh moon of her parent's planet. Not yet five, she stood before one of the bloodied walls of the Commons, her shimmering skin almost translucent after a year of near-starvation.  Hope was gone. She'd been caught. 

Until now, she'd managed to survive the culling of her people, the Atramillons. Quickly, so quickly, she'd become apt at hiding from the League of Cleansing and their vicious hounds, laying low in rodent tunnels or remaining still for days in the tight, mud caves of a nearby bog. 

Six times this season, she'd travel North to the city of her birth, risking execution. Praise the Maker-Being, there were those who did not hate her species, those who endangered themselves and their families by being merciful.. Many of the Others offered her small amounts of food and water, a pair of shoes, one had even provided her with a knife. Sarlissia realized what would happen to those who had helped her, and though she now faced her death, she refused to call out, choosing to protect her protectors.   

Most windows of the nearby homes were dark, but she could still see several curtains lift.  The Others who had cared enough to give her scraps were a mere forty feet away. But she took small, shallow breaths and accepted that she was soon to become light and join all those who had been culled before her.

"Rot, where are your parents?" one of the soldiers asked. 

Sarlissia bit her lips, tried to still the quiver that had begun in her knees. 

"Clip her. Then we won't be able to shut her up."

Four heads turned as a door opened. 

It was Marion, kind Marion who'd given her more than any Other. Sarlissia shook her head, beseeched the kind lady with her eyes to turn and leave. 

Instead, Marian dashed towards her, wailing. One soldier lifted his assault rifle, but his Sergeant pushed the weapon down. "Wait!"

"Please, don't!" Sarlissia cried. "I am ready to die."

Marian reached the child, stroked her softly glowing cheek. "We have been silent too long. And I will no longer stand by to see the slaughter of the innocents. May your kind forgive us, one day."

"Stand aside,"The Sergeant called.  "They must be eradicated."

"I will not move." Marion lifted her chin. "You will have to cull me, too. Son."

The Sergeant shifted."Mother, they are not human, they are worse than vermin, capable of destroying the logic of nature, capable of-"

"What? Changing shape, healing, traveling through time? Yes. I know."Marion sighed. "What have you done, Thomas? My God, what have we all done? Can't you see that she means no harm? Her species deserved a chance. It was a mistake, one mistake-"

"One mistake that changed the course of history. Mankind cannot chance that kind of power in the hands of those we do not know and are unable to trust. Order must be restored, no matter by what means. No matter the cost. It is for the good of the many."

"Are you hearing yourself? We are the monsters, can't you see that? Marion shielded Sarlissia, her voice gruff. "Do what you must do and I will do what I should have done, long, long ago."

Sarlissia tried to move, but Marion held her fast.

Suddenly, several doors opened. Sarlissia began to weep, unable to control her fear for her beloved Others as more and more began to run towards her. Shame of jeopardizing these kind strangers consumed her.  She should have stayed away. 

Soon, there were dozens of Others around her, united in their want to save her.  The crowd grew to be hundreds.

The soldiers stood frozen, uncertain of what to do. Before them stood their friends and family, people they had known their entire lives. 

It seemed like a century until the Sergeant lowered his rifle. One by one the other soldier did the same. Weapons fell to the ground. There was a moment of silence, of stunned disbelief that Law would be broken.

Then Sarlissia looked up, smiled at Marion and nodded. The Others parted and the glowing girl walked towards the soldiers. 

She reached out and light traveled between her and the Sergeant, seemed to sing in the air around them. He dropped to his knees and began to weep. 

Sarlissia leaned forward, pressed her forehead against his and whispered, "Hush, I forgive you. After all, you're only human"



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Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2014


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