Anointed by God to rule the land
Yet brags where he places his molesting hand
Let us love one another, all children of God
Yet puts proxies before a firing squad
The Lord he praised and the Bible he thumped
Yet adherents of the Word neither phased nor stumped
Turn to God when forgiveness you seek
Yet replies NO, never shall I be unmanly/meek
In the eyes of God, we are all alike
Yet the misbegotten can all take a hike
Obey my command and I’ll offer benevolence
As I give E pluribus unum a whole new relevance
God hath anointed His faithful avatar for you
Yet now go and do as I say, not as I do
Institutions
Attempt to define
What is not definable
So that adherents
Might own a set
Of concepts..
Which when believed
May be idolatrous to
That which can't be
Defined...
At times we’re forced to grin and bare it,
but then again if the shoe fits, wear it—Quote by poet
Inhalation/Exhalation
Breathe in, arms above my head, a salutation to the sun
breathe out, and Namaste` and blessings to everyone
Kalidasa’s prayer, “Please subdue the anguish of your soul,
nobody is destined to only happiness or to pain,
the wheel of life takes one up and down in turn”
Why then do I still feel like screaming into the void?
It’s always something else which has me annoyed
Coaxing adherents into haters then blithely cleansing one’s hands,
so lost loyal allies fall prey to their shepherds demands
My evil muse is not amused
The pair of a straight brave birth
That twice gives maternal mirth,
The victory screams louder
And bigger baby powder!
No more held as mystery
While pairs still make history,
Their background bared by medicine
That little Leaves as missing:
“Babes can live in unison,
Where for nine months child’s prison.”
Class of Mankind unusual,
No soft spot for The Casual:
It’s a firm wish to break out
Twins long for ideas to tout!
Pairs mean their “No!” to parents:
“We shan’t be your adherents!”
And you see them win the war,
Dad or Mum to nurse a sore…
Unless you’re tough don’t face twins,
In your skin would stick pins:
Have poor you round and round spin;
Those who can punch face your chin…
And how can you know just which?
For the Identical Witch!
Conversations on this message
Are exchanges of meaning about
A message with no meaning..
In this manner religious seeds are
Planted which distort the
Full-on simplicity by placement
Of word fences and adherents..
Departure from conversations
May be a healthful antidote..
Another may be an expansive
Stance of welcome to all
Conversations as already not
Excluded..which Poetry Soup
Would likely prefer..
Be it good or then bad…
defined after the fact
Acceptance—rejection,
a dog or a cat
The goals of Centurions,
or those of a Priest
Different agendas,
a moveable feast
Be it virtue or vice,
their adherents will claim
Then shout from the rafters,
to freely rename
But in for a penny,
or out for a pound
A lasting consensus
—will never be found
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should we call it misconception ?
Or is it a fanatic deviation?
Caused by the adherents of delusion
Or is it the fault of rationalists misapprehension
Of the necessity of categorization
Among blacks and whites, religious types, castes and tribes
Which should not be considered manipulation?
Showing the proofs of existences alone as justi?cation
Leaving behind the unanswered question
Questioning Noah’s and Satyavratan’s relation,
To perform same duty with devotion!
Is it just a coincidental conjunction ?
And are all coincidences among all religions
Are just caused due to accidental notions?
Oh, what is this God’s or Gods creation
Leaving us with great confusion
Not able to understand whether it is misconception of classi?cation
Or misapprehension of religion
Which only discusses love and devotion but not destruction.
Pardon me if I disbelieve
that bumping ugly is still a thing
even though the evidence
states quite the opposite
the fair practices once pursued
enjoyment of the lovely views
are now lost to distant days
spawned from acts that cured malaise
purity is circumscribed
by a god in holy writ
even as adherents longed
for the same as lust implores
indulgence taken in the flesh
look to the testament that came before
there the needs were clearly met
taunting me as consequence
to consider religion’s rules
this slows few with dire decrees
company found without clothes
for the sake of coitus’ charm
a convent would be the home
suited for my dearth of joy
there the belief would support
the nothingness of incel’s cult.
Intrepid damsel,
a heroine unsung.
A willing martyr
with courage
unrivalled.
Unransomed captive
with a ransom
infinite.
She gladly faces
death with eternity
in view.
Like her lover before her,
she chooses to be
a sacrificial lamb
to the slaughter.
Leah Sharibu,
the heroine unsung.
She that chooses to mortify
her passions
for timeless paradise.
Hardly daunted by
Kalashnikovs and
thunderous explosives,
she inherits a world
deemed abstract by
unfaithful adherents.
The Word of God equates me with haughtiness
Highlighting evil of arrogance…
Declaring that my arrival brings shame
Along with contention and conflicts
Warning the wise against my folly
Exposing the prudent midst my ill effects:
Failure, fall, and frustration’s miseries
Driving down my adherents toward humiliation
Leading my supporters into destruction
Conquering souls to wallow in vain glory
Imprisoning exalted self-righteousness around futility's abyss …
Beware of my peril: I AM PRIDE*!
*Proverbs 8:13 The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth.
April 2, 2019
Edited on February 26, 2020
4th place, "Warning" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 3/15/2020.
The Perennial Light
Religions may be born again
when invited..or urged to return
to the Perennial Light
their home and source..
Religions develop as a
prodigal..securing adherents
to their veiled vision..
Forgetting their source with
esoteric practices and colors
adding fearful demands for
adherence..for control..
Scriptures seem opaque
but carefully viewed
often point to their source..
As adherents depart
and the light of criticism
penetrates many layers
there remains
a longing for new birth..
It is a call from grace
to resurrect and remember
the Perennial Light
and watch for emergence
of something brand new...
Brexit Sonnet No. 40
‘Country v Party’
So what’s the choice with PMs Brexit things?
On one side party stands and makes its claims,
On other, country pulls rich encoded strings,
Whilst others, waiting, fan the vicious flames.
A hopeless cause, St Jude must wryly smile
And stifle secret chuckle at mounting gloom.
Our Country left to rot on poisoned pile
Whilst party, its new and old adherents groom.
To destroy her Party, this could never be,
So hold tight, lifeboats on their davits swing,
Made ready for the rich and taxéd free,
As Country sinks below these waves of sin.
Country v Party, an uneven useless bout,
Renew, Remain and wipe these Maybugs out.
©Keith Murphy
Brothers and Sisters
Let us do as Jesus commanded:
Show the world that we are His disciples by
loving one another, loving our neighbors as ourselves,
doing unto others as we want
others to do unto us, forgiving those who have sinned against us,
praying for, doing good
for, and even loving our enemies
Next, let us unite in tearing down walls of misunderstanding
By building bridges to others in the Christian family.
Then, let us join together with adherents of other religions
tearing down walls of fear and suspicion
By building bridges of love to all members of
the human family until war is no more
and weapons of war have been recycled into
implements of agriculture
The whole human family will therefore be able to
blend our voices in the words of the late-great civil-rights leader,
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “Free at last,
Free at last. Thank God almighty,
we are free at last!”
CU is not dangerous
doctrine—a license to sin
but the most literally the truth of the Christian Faith!
Rev. Dr, Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2015
Where did this World come from
Where did this world come from I wonder,
One Big Bang and were all set asunder,
This early belief has few adherents,
After all we all had parents,
To believe we crawled out of some slim,
Is certainly not a belief of mine,
How could man evolve with such precision,
By a mish mash of cells and fission
God spake the world into being,
Faith by man although not seeing,
This is the meaning of our being.
,
THE WACKY WORLD OF WEIRD
Dr. James E. Martin
©October, 2013
The wacky world of weird,
Has never disappeared.
It remains today,
It won’t go away,
Its adherents are loudly cheered.
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