Best Dogmas Poems
These chains of deceit that bind me to this hardwood seat.
I bend and break the bars that confine, but they remain, like the haughty, jagged grin of an eroded skull.
Such good times as these are even visited by dark slips of the gut from thoughts of tortures past.
It was a massive structure, swathed in a meagerly regal indigo, lined in placid silver.
In this place I did not cry of neglect. I was no dark horse, puffing promises of vengeance
for the cruelty and nonchalance of my lords.
They catered to me well, forever willing to stir into my cauldron their own lazily construed dogmas.
But O, so long as I gazed upon the faces of my peers, eyes starried with anticipation of knowledge
and fantastic visions of other world intrigue, I could not lead the expected life of indifference. Intrigue
of the kind that I confusedly examined, reaching deep into the dark, conceptual pit of the unknown, and unproven.
Exhausted, I came to my knees, deep in the cave, to rest, to wait for all the promised realities to reveal themselves.
I waited so very long for such things. Drew and blew irreplaceable breaths
awaiting the truth of falsehood to at last burst forth, at the final moment, to redeem itself.
War if fought by those who have firm ideas
By those who are inflexible
Those who have never lived on the streets
We stand up to set the world on fire
To make her think
To open her horizons
War is fought by those with dogmas
That encourage young women to wear black veils
Those who say we do not judge, but never stop
We stand up to set the world on fire
to burn those veils
To free the captives who did not realize a better way
War is fought by those who have never tried
New ways, new ideologies, new freedoms
Those who have been in chains since pre-birth.
We stand up to set the world on fire
To sing our homeless hymns
To cherish freedoms status quo will never understand.
While fingers on her right hand tickle the ivory
And a finger on her left hand keeps place in a book
Her mind wanders off to some distant place
As the daydream paints her face with a stoic look
Perhaps she dreams about the composer of the love song
Or is lost in the narrative’s descriptive tale
Perhaps her reverie is centered on some other thought
A secret her expression will never tell
Intoxicated by the aroma of freshly cut flowers
Influenced by the cross that adorns her smooth neck
The daydream removes her into another world
Where her surroundings and dogmas she can forget
And, every man taken in by her beauty
Left contemplating about this mysterious scene
Wonders if ever there was a young lady
For whom he was the lover in her daydream
Different seasons
In different nations,
Different flavors
By different colors;
Different races
In different places,
Different tongues
And different songs;
But we are living
In only one world,
And we are speaking
The very same word.
Different actions
For different intentions,
Different values
For different issues;
Different icons
For different religions,
Different faiths
With different fates;
But we are doing
The same act of love,
And we are pleasing
The only one God.
Different leads
For different needs,
Different balls
For different goals;
Different dogmas
And different schemas,
Different dreams
And different means;
But we are playing
To stay in the game,
And we are praying
That peace be the same.
Fire burning bright how we take you for granted without a revelation of what you are.
Before the phrase was uttered you were there to start the beginning.
An ending to the previous flames of previous times.
Always sparking! With a passion of anger and love.
The warmth of over 10,000 years has been the same.
Some use you for love; while others use you for the cause of death.
Some deaths are noble; while others are works of those who claim nobility!
The Romans, Moors, Holy Romans and even the new world use you for wrongful reasons.
The dogmas want you to bleed with them and fight those they believe are wrong.
The real people whom are wrong are those who hinder the progress of truth with falsehoods of the past that they claim to be true.
A tribute to the dead you forth shine.
A tribute to the life of many you come as a welcome.
What would we be and where would we be without you?
Spirit of electromagnetic radiation
What are you?
Where are you?
Are you just a combustion to us?
Regardless of your rest we still use you in a condenser.
Always grateful and always bleak we are to you.
Coursing through our skin in the wind and snow.
Even coursing when we back off.
Except we take our extra skin off to bathe with you.
In the eyes of scholars and growing scholars the passion of you burns within them!
We hold you dear and try to uncover more of you.
The knowledge inside brings you back to the stars.
You are light and a reflection of a truth that we are constantly trying to discover.
We admire your power.
A truth you will always be.
Even in the end of the universe you will sleep; however, after a length of infinite to us you will explode into ignition.
We cry to you and ask for you to never go out?
The only hindrance to you dying in us is when we let others control us.
This is why so many have fallen.
They have lost the passion; they have loss you.
We are the children of you.
We are the children of fire.
I'm filled with wonder and dismay.
Is life real, a dream, illusion?
A construct, maybe, I could say,
who'd author such confusion?
If me, I dread what might portend;
I'm not that good with tools.
Others think they comprehend,
maybe sages...likely fools.
Call up all the ones I know;
sample their opinions.
Then I’d have to stem the flow
of disparate dominions.
Dogmas are too quickly brought,
too readily believed;
words most keenly wrought
serve often to deceive.
Some explain it all away,
ascribe it to God’s will.
Doesn't this free will betray,
doubt in self instill?
So I write what I call verse—
toil with metered rhyme—
crafted well, both tight and terse,
ardor most sublime.
Thank you all for treasured prose,
honor for what’s mine—
stanzas, lines that we compose
touch briefly the divine.
Today we do not honor hamburgers or franks
Today we offer thanks
For those who died or were maimed
To fight against evil or whatever it's named
To fight against ignorance, stupidity and vice
Or to be more precise
To fight for something grander than against,
Unrecompensed.
Today we remember those who died for a principle
For the country one and indivisible
Just one day a year, just one time to appear
Just one moment to give, by us who still live
A prayer of remembrance.
And we remember what he said, what Abraham Lincoln said:
“The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise -- with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.
“Fellow-citizens, we cannot escape history. We of this Congress and this administration, will be remembered in spite of ourselves. No personal significance, or insignificance, can spare one or another of us. The fiery trial through which we pass, will light us down, in honor or dishonor, to the latest generation...We -- even we here -- hold the power, and bear the responsibility.”
Remember them, remember, remember,
Remember them, America, and offer a prayer of thanks this Memorial Day
For all they have given and and all they have lost
This day and every day.
You can’t pin me down
I will slip away from your fingers
For I am a free thinker.
Ideas, I accumulate
My imagination is flamed
By my tots untamed.
You can’t pin me down
Today, I will bake cakes
Tomorrow, the books of Aristotle awaits
Then a conversation about planets and galaxies omniscient.
With my offspring.
You can’t pin me down
I am neither a poet of conventional order
Nor my writs are there to conform
I will challenge the ideas fixed
Through my stories and wit.
You can’t pin me down
For I am a wife and a mother first
Yet I will still challenge the dogmas, hatred and bigotry
Through my writs and wit.
* Slightly tongue in cheek write :)
Atrocious thinking and violence are
Father fed to bed sons in hatred sheets
Gowned in anger and false ideology
Heisting their true natures to stimulate
Abhorrent dogmas justifying violence and suffering -
News of heartbreaking actions frighten the world
In ways that shadow box our collective fears,
Subject us to senseless ignorance and brutality
Tapping us in a net of collective nightmares -
Attacking and torturing are no one's true nature.
None but God knows when and how love will overcome.
When Richard Feynman was asked if he believed in UFOs, extra-
terrestrial life, this was his response:
"I believe in the law of probability. The Milky Way is filled with four
hundred billions stars, just like our sun. And there are over four
hundred billion galaxies in the universe. The law of probability says
that there are ten thousand solar systems exactly like ours in every
respect. We're the youngest. And if any of those other solar systems
with a planet like Earth survived their space age, then they could have
visited us. So yes, I believe in UFOs."--Richard Feynman, physicist
THE PRIME DIRECTIVE
The law of the universe
No violation of another's sovereignty
Any transgressions committed
And you will receive equally
So beware your freewill
For so much is at stake
Non-human eyes are watching
Which road shall we take?
Now the very good news
We have come so far
In acknowledgment of our value
We are quantum rock stars
But every adolescent species
Must be put to the test
Can we deprogram obsolete dogmas
To work and play with the rest?
Will we chose fiery judgment
And our divisive politics
Believing only in terms of lack
Like ideological lunatics?
Or will we seize this opportunity
To demonstrate our good will
Electing not for self extinction
But the sermon on the hill?
On the grounds of Kongo dya Ntotila
Monte Kibango saw you born
O fearless daughter that quiet talks
Nganga Marinda of Mwana Kongo´s clan
In “Antonianism“ your belief was let known
To the dogmas of the Catholic faith, you were contrary
“Heretic!” - To death the clergy condemned thee
On life, at the fire that burned much
Still, your goodbye was sincere
Now, in deep sleep
Crowned laurels, in eternal glory
Rest forgotten of the filthy settler
Tyrants of the Ruling Sun
Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace
Sisyphean stars of sadness will defuse
The barbarians of Babylon will bemuse
Silent screams slumber in nomadic night
As the dogmas of deceit deluge in delight
Wandering waves of woe thru the mist
The blackness bereaves with a feudal fist
Apparitions appease the malefic mind
Idolatrous illusions a cancerous confined
The red moon menstruates the mirthful
A lunatic laughter of the hidden hurtful
Dimensional demons deft in their defend
In impeccant infinity’s imperious amend.
March.24.2018
Alliteration poem
Sponsored by: Silent One
Today I accomplished after a sustained effort
I wanted to set my mind free of all its dirt
I got rid of all, that's redundant
The baggage of experience that's abundant
Anger, hate, envy and jealousy
Myths, confusion, illusion and fallacy
Laxity, mess, incoherence and insanity
Chaos, clutter, dishevel and obscurity
Dogmas, tenets, maxims and rules
Traditions and conventions that the present ridicules
Desire, ambition, hunger and greed
I removed all that I didn't need
Only to realise now, there ain't left anything
My anxiety to set it free meant there's nothing.
From a galaxy a million light years or more
Descends a created soul's birth through the earthly door.
All pathways delineated on life affirming oath
Ego self chosen for spiritual growth.
From babe to child and through manhood.
Pre-destined goals form, as they should.
Life based on love not anger bent,
Why down to earth divine souls are sent
A karmic accumulation of all we have wrought
Each trying to keep uppermost as each thought
Definitive matters and learning curves
To reach perfection is he who serves.
Striving to do more right than wrong
Solar plexus registers and makes us strong
As we approach our own momentous hour
We stand upright and never cower.
An enlightened soul body to be honed
Mightier than it's physical own.
Upon meeting it's earthly demise
A soul disconnects and upwards rise.
Up above earth's firmament ties
To friends and family waiting there
A life and death barrier of infinite care
Spiritual advisors on a council sit
Prescribing over souls who do commit
To a law of perfection guaranteed
Only love aspired souls can reappear,
Amongst celestial realms, eternally for evermore,
No more dogmas, no renewing, no returning through the earthly door.
For all who seek will be fulfilled,
Cossetted in a cocoon of bliss undistilled
Equally established in stature as the ancient Gods of Greece.
Vainglorious shuns to meritorious acclaim
Man transcends and proudly proclaims his name
I've experienced the exuberance of youth. Through endless summer days, of blissful
childhood ignorance.
I have dreamt the most glorious dreams. The ability to soar with the eagles was
mine, most any night. I was to live, forever.
I have know the delirious intoxication, of boyish infatuation. And to such a degree, I
have tasted the bitterness of rejection.
I have lived amid nonconformists. I shared in their ideological beliefs. Old Guard be
damned.
I have witnessed the gatherings of idealists, who's main purpose was to spread
their premise of the brotherhood of man.
I have seen the chained and gagged. Beaten for their beliefs. Shot down in their
youth, by those who's superficial dogmas kept them from the truth.
I have been among the ranks of the tens of thousands, shouting my incensement's
against a failing war. And I have been to the "wall" and wept for my fallen brothers.
I have seen the rise of iconic performers. Some who would pay the ultimate price for
their notoriety. I have felt the power of their karma and reveled in their idioms'.
I have witnessed the miraculous wonder of birth. I've had the privilege to hold the
embodiment of purity, God's ultimate creation, in the hollow of my arms.
I have walked among the Angels. And I have delved into the pit of my own iniquity's.
I have loved the un-loved, and scoffed at those who would be cherished.
I have lived as if, there were no tomorrow. I have learned there is just today. I have
lived to be a better man than I was. I live to be a better man than I am.