Best Article Poems
©1996 RICO LEFFANTA
Apache Ga-an are like the disciples of Christ, they were most highly respected
Missionaries condemned the Ga-an as “Devil Dancers,” and called them inferior
“New World” new beliefs, but even the woman and children were unprotected
Apaches totally rejected a religion where humans only are considered superior
Evil men, who taught they were above everything else, “The Chosen Ones”
Apache language was unaccepted, so punished when it was proudly spoken
Franciscan’s, Jesuits, Spaniards, Comanches, confinement, disease, and guns
Killed, called them savages, or their spirits and bodies were gradually broken
The dance ceremony is performed to drum and song, and mostly at night
Four dancers representing different cardinal directions north, south, east, west
The messenger, “clown” with a dual nature is the only one who wears white
Dancers represent mountain spirits, their masks prepared by a shaman guest
A bull roarer or whistle starts the ceremony to create an ethereal sound
The ceremony is performed at na’ih’es, girl’s adulthood initiation ritual
Flashing adding to the dazzling effect are the mirrors on the crowned
Apache, indigenous peoples, associate with spirituality and are habitual
Powerful mountain spirits and a comical teacher who heals through laughter
You may see the Ga-an rise from the flames, when you hear the messenger
The dancer’s bodies painted with symbols and patterns, stars, of here after
Today, more enlightened Americans call the Ga-an, “Crown Dancers” ~
MLK recruited teens to march in demonstrations in Birmingham, AL. Due to ADULTS
would not be influenced to march by his speeches. Fire Water hoses were turned on
the disobedient teens at a high power that rolled them down streets and over cars,
tore their shirts off, while MLK Jr sat safe in jail, writing letters.
Twenty-four hours after his arrest, King was allowed to see local attorneys from the
SCLC. When Coretta Scott King did not hear from her husband, she called Walker,
and he suggested that she call President Kennedy directly.[48] Mrs. King was
recuperating at home after the birth of their fourth child when she received a call
from President Kennedy the Monday after the arrest. The president told her she could
expect a call from her husband soon. When Martin Luther King called his wife, their
conversation was brief and guarded; he correctly assumed that his phones were
tapped.[49] Several days later, Jacqueline Kennedy called Coretta Scott King to
express her concern for King while he was incarcerated.[18]
While in jail on April 16, King released his "Letter from Birmingham Jail", written on
the margins of a newspaper, scraps of paper given to him by a janitor, and later a
legal pad given by his SCLC attorneys. The letter responded to eight politically
moderate white clergymen who accused King of agitating local residents, and not
giving the incoming mayor a chance to make any changes. Bass suggested
that "Letter from Birmingham Jail" was pre-planned, as was every move King and his
associates made in Birmingham. The essay was a culmination of many of King's
ideas, which he had touched on in earlier writings.[50] King's arrest attracted
national attention, including that of corporate officers of retail chains with stores in
downtown Birmingham.
(I got his info. from wikepedia) I was not born until after his life ended--so I really
did not know anything about MLK Jr.. I thought this was interesting, his wife and
children were home. Others put themselves in danger for the cause.
THE SOCIAL THEOLOGY ARTICLE OF FAITH (CREED) – FOUNDER MS. VERLENA S. WALKER
The Social Theology Article of Faith
Social Theologist and Founder Ms. Verlena S. Walker is sending a message of prayer and worship for all to covenant via the therapeutic form of creative writers for the longevity of humanity through a greater determination and the norms of the omnipotent whom is God.
Our Faith is Social Theology. Our Temple is DomKirk. Moreover, our belief is to covenant via the therapy of creative writers for prayer and worshipping of the omnipotent God who has given us life determined to greatness.
Our Creed states that…
1. We believe in one unity of the body as a theological vessel of the Modern
Day Bible that is prophetic through our destiny and not spoken of by the
written word until the truth has been shown and heard.
2. We believe in one unity of the body as a vessel of the omnipotent God for
holistic purposes to deliver righteousness to those who have been falsified
through others’ wrongness.
3. We believe in one unity of the body as a passage [way] of the omnipotent
God to deliver righteousness to those who desire to be saved.
There are seven [7] sacraments to this Article of Faith.
1. Grace and Honor: Unto the omnipotent God, I give grace and honor.
2. Prayer of Deliverance: Unto the omnipotent God, I pray for deliverance.
3. Spiritual Worship: Unto the omnipotent God, I worship with mind, body, and
soul.
4. Faithfulness: Unto the omnipotent God, I bequeath faithfulness in following
“The” and adhering to his Holy Word.
5. Wholeness: Unto the omnipotent God, I offer the wholeness of one unity of
the body through holistic means.
6. Togetherness: With the omnipotent God, I am one.
7. Fulfillment in Belief: For all is in my belief that the omnipotent God is the
creator of humanity in which in [my] purgatory I am ready for Heaven.
~Hallelujah Amen!~
________________________________|
~Penned April 29, 2014!~
No one will Read Article
It had been expressed in another exclusive
About Trump already again being abusive
Towards minority groups taking advantage of
And opposite sex which he sure seems to love.
Some people have purposely proposed
That dear Donald be diametrically exposed
Expose things in his life that did occur
Results and what all of them would infer.
Trump to believe anyone else does refuse
And for everything he has a perfect excuse
When he found attached there was a stigma
To move it he decided to take an enema.
No one else knw what might be entailing
They noticed that behind him was trailing
A female person who is currently a reporter
Who compared to him surely is much shorter.
Her goal was to create a newspaper feature
About this totally absurd and ugly creature
And if we right all of our cards will play
No one will ever want to read it anyway.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
If I open a school,
You’ll worship every rule;
To begin to touch a Tool
A Proven Settled Fool:
A Pond to Swimming Pool
Now A Horse, once A mule:
One who would a crowd pull;
In number my classes full!
Yes, A school all-day cool
But where you won’t ever drool…
For your ascertained truancy
No administrative Leniency;
For your beastly claw
That could blood draw…
When to cases you respond
And your facts don’t correspond;
You a lot cherish tradition
But would not make an addition…
You have been a facility
And we glimpse imbecility;
You often drive Dad’s vehicle
But can’t write an article…
Oh mankind what loathsome and perverse creatures you are.
You talk of giving yet you steel.
You talk of peace yet you make war.
You talk of love but still you hate.
Oh mankind you are the great conundrum.
A giver yet a thief, a peace maker yet a war monger.
One who loves his fellow man but, only if he has the same color skin.
Your open good will secretly serves you.
Your great deeds are a shimmering cloak that hides your true intent.
Oh wonder full man turn aside from the path that you are on.
Become what you are truly ment to be, the crown that sits atop creation.
Clean off the patina and polish your self.
Give without retaking, achieve peace, abolish war and love others more
than you love your self.
BY: Edward McCall
At the age of 85
I feel lucky to be alive
Many of my friends are dead
Molly, Jane and her husband, Fred.
Molly went raving mad
Visiting her was more than sad
She did not recognise me,
She asked me to bring her a cup of tea
I had to call a nurse
The nurse that answered
Looked very terse
She grabbed me by the arm and said
"Undress immediately and get back to bed."
Suddenly I could not breathe,
I buttoned my coat and hastened to leave
My friend Jane and her husband Fred,
Both died one night when getting ready for bed.
Fred unexpectedly passed out on the floor,
Jane died of fright at what she saw.
My friends are all dropping like flies,
My relatives too are doing likewise.
I am not looking for pity,
I think God has forgotten about me.
Oh mankind you claim to be civilized
but you are ruthless and barbaric.
You claim to have compassion
but you are heartless and unfeeling.
You say you are just but you are corrupt.
You rape the earth;
your greed causes you to consume all that you can
with no regard for your future self.
HOW LONG CAN YOU SURVIVE?
Brexit Sonnet No.27
‘For Article 50’
Our Will; Methinks he would’st protesteth much!
Brexit marks our discontented winter.
By the pricking of our thumbs, We are such
Stuff as dreams are made of, soon to splinter?
But our eternal summer shall not fade,
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
Is no spur suited for deal to be made.
Fight, not to be on history’s dusty shelf.
Parting is no sweet sorrow, for tomorrow
And tomorrow and tomorrow will come.
Our Bard of Stratford has quotes to borrow,
This midsummer madness must be undone.
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain!
©Keith Murphy
In case of article fourteen
Quite a problem could have been
Solved completely, setting free
All from tribal pedigree
No prejudice would take place
Based on nation or the race
No one meets with deprivation
Well protected by convention
Be it truth, we could have been
Living in most fairiest dream
Ever dreamt about, or heard
Magic of the written word
Would reach out the moral height
For the sake of human rights
But of course it’s just a joke
Article fourteen evokes
Well known habit to proclaim
Vaguely written rules of game
That’s not law, but just convention
Paving hell with good intention
Fence the road, and change some slabs
Re-elect old fags and hags
No one reads conventions, man
Wishful thinking is a damn
That’s innate with human race
I would really be amazed
If the article fourteen
Meant to be a real thing.
A piece of this kind I had been stalling
But it had a voice and had been calling:
A voice The Begging Thing doing,,no shame:
For more than a calendar year the same.
I don't abhor comments on poetry
No article to earn me purgatory
This one might canonize The Wrong Guy
And subtly get thee to strange ideas buy:
The untouchable thoughts of Coleridge
Begin to house some of them in a fridge;
Between me and loved poets yawning gulf
While one could point to their great jobs on shelf.
Writer's emotions need not overflow
For verses planning a champion's hard blow
While Tranquillity may not condition
Assured recollection of intention.
In the line: 'I shall my things quickly pack'
Paired up with:"If my Cursed Boss says"it's sack"
You'll agree no emotions overflowed;
The last two rhymes had Persona's Boat rowed
Same as: 'I know why Esther is crying'
Linked to: Always The Tired of Trying!
Our human mind needs only little aid
When the challenge is to have "something" said.
You’re to slap a customer
Stubbornly sticking to a thousand
For an article clearly worth ten thousand
And he to it, not a new- comer:
Buyers, after receiving your warm Hello’s
Trying to force out your hot bellows,
For which you could a head clout
And its owner disgracefully walk out!
You may customers slap
Who deny others a gap,
In your shop remembering The Armageddon
Or strenuously proclaiming’ The kingdom’:
Who purchasing spirit poison
And no more picking up what would one’s lips moisten;
One’s butchered interest hurrying to a grave yard
Ta later rise with The Saints, very hard!
You should a customer slap
Or his knuckles rap
After touching an edible
And in minds this becomes indelible:
What could’ve sold itself before the fingering,
Another buyer’s decision eternally lingering…
Aye, the ungovernable customer
Making sentences and no comma!
Partly debating the price of a good
Partly eyeing your wife and swinging her mood:
Be ye right handed,
Connect your sparks-discharging slap to his left cheek,
For there it is urgently demanded:
The Peppery Hot for one full week!
Your Article,
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AN ARTICLE ON CNN
Think the jollies are starting to return
Told you I wouldn't stay down long
Not those kind of jollies, you naughty people
Thought you might get me wrong
You people, you really should be ashamed
What kind of dude d'ya think I am
I'm quite respectable and live a clean life
But in reality it's all just a scam
Sometimes I'll be hanging from the chandelier
Overcome be these jollies I enjoy
Dribbling and drooling to beat the band
Talk about jollies, ooooh boy!
Must be careful at this extremely old age
Not as agile as I once used to be
So if you happen to see an article on CNN
Man falls from chandelier, it's me!
FYI, Fellow Poets:
In today's (March 26, 2019) edition of the Wall Street Journal, on the front page no less, is an article entitled, "Haikus About Space // Make Science Less Tedious // So Hope Scientists." Perhaps it's not great poetry, but the fact that scientists are employing poetry at all in the cause of engaging lay people--and hopefully young people!--and interesting them in 'things science' ---well, that's pretty amazing, I guess. At any rate, you can 'read all about it' in today's WSJ if you like. (Btw, haikus about science were dubbed 'scicus' in the article).