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There is no difference,
the saints whisper and every enemy and ally
wake to forever’s difference,
that neither knee nor tongue will deny.
Doubt bit into Innocence and sold
the first coffins wrapped in pride.
Creation became a seed – a box filled twofold,
when under silt, Eden died.
Secular tides engulf their last season
to bury God and Baal,
synthetic rainbows enlighten treason
fulfills the fool’s tale.
Escape suffering to bend
love to an abstract sum.
Detached absurdity when
a false bliss is done.
Not enough of Earth’s blood
to sustain paved veins,
a technological flood
of isotopes and labor pains.
Fiat economies root for
the drug and gun,
made the bomb’s core
hotter than the sun.
infusions of contraband’s revenue
numbs the inconvenience of sin.
A dream’s fence became headstones ensue,
declared wars we can’t afford to win.
Seeded skies less blue to breathe,
the incense of death and device,
ivory towers babel and seethe,
lies spoil the last grains of paradise.
One rich man though licked by the flame,
still sees Lazarus as a servant and to those
who tear Christ off the Cross to make him the same,
Judas still hangs in the shadows.
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Written 10.28.16
Contest: Saints and Sinners
Sponsor: Silent One
I welcomed you twenty twenty, a brand spanking new year
But all you brought with you was death, misery and fear
So I'll be glad to see the back of you and cant wait 'till you're gone
And I hope for better times in the year twenty twenty one.
You've left behind some' bad stuff' like covid nineteen
But hopefully it'll be defeated when they roll out the vaccine
Wearing masks and not seeing family, well that's been quite hard
But while you still lurk about, I won't drop my guard.
World leaders were floundering, not quick enough to act
Putting their economies before people and that is a fact
If only they'd looked at history, like the great Spanish flu
They'd have been a lot wiser and would've known what to do.
The news reported acts of kindness in every country
Like front line health workers who risked their lives for humanity
Sadly many of those brave heroes died needlessly
Because governments were too slow to provide proper P. P. E.
Viruses are nothing new and they'll come back again
We must stop destroying mother earth for financial gain
Upsetting natures balance causes these viruses to thrive
Mankind really needs to take notice if he wants to survive.
Cramming animals into cages is a pitiful sight
But mother nature is watching and is preparing to fight
Razing forests and dumping rubbish and polluting the sea
Is a recipe for disaster that'll bring untold misery.
So good riddance or go do one, many people will say
I'd remove all records of you if I had my way
People will always remember you for bringing misery and tears
And there will be much joy and relief as twenty twenty one nears.
When the clock strikes midnight, so happy I'll be
As twenty twenty sinks into the dark annals of history
But stay awake mankind and listen to the experts that know
I don't want to be the one saying "well I told you so".
Written 27th December 2020
2020 to 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
"The Mortal Wound of the Civilized World"
Shift upwards
speed fast
the choice, Is
Gears chosen by the
energetic heart
fuel the freedom
The point of attention
the “I Am”
an expression
of the same
consciousness
that you are "Is"
we are living
yet contained economies
numbed and played circadian
pinned and
framed
to our walls
day in
night out
repeat
by remote control
thinking we are free
true ignition evades us
until the game is over
We are caught up
in the mortal wound
of the civilized world
humanity
monopolized
bored we are
we are
the board game
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
A world in need of spiritual balm
Many have lost the way,
Your faith may give you a lift
When from the truth you start to drift
The prophets have told us of the times to come
Where beastly motives will prevail,
A new world order to mark the times,
And a 3 digit number will rule the day
Economies ruled by a beastly mark
No cash or card needed at the register,
Raise your hand, get it scanned
It's time to check out!
5-22-2023
September now having past as October has now arrived
In such a harvest so vast of what has one really derived
For the Harvest is not finished but it has only just begun
A point not diminished as now all things still aren't done
Russia is in the Middle East and Israeli tensions are rising
But to say the least you can not say that this is surprising
First it was Putin and the Ukraine as a stepping off point
Of course he is insane and so too are those who'll anoint
And the Markets aren't exempt as world economies strain
Some feeling a little verklempt but greed controls the brain
The big shemitah lying in wait but that war will help oil rise
Yet remember 777 in 2008 so like I said before, no surprise
The technology has been here but so rarely has it been used
But one thing is clear, the world is more and more confused
Like waiting at a railway crossing in hearing it from far away
In so easy tossing the unfortunate who have chosen to stray
2Peter 3:3-4
Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers,
walking after their own lusts, And saying, Where is the promise of his coming?
For since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue
as they were from the beginning of the creation.
trickle down trauma
generations germinate~
treaties them like weeds
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American teachers guiding America’s youth
They hold the key to our future’s door
So we pay three and a half times more
To the man who pulled your tooth
We are America’s students,
Our country’s future is in our hands,
So our teachers, teach with prudence
Except to those who just don’t understand
Deemed unwitting and doomed to fail
What future is to be held within their hands?
We send them unguided down this unsure trail
And yet we expect them, still to have a chance
Maybe they’ll just work in retail sales
Or go join the infantry; hope they don’t get shot,
Or maybe get out, do crime; fill up our jails.
At least they're not hooked on Oxy or smoking pot
At least there's not six hundred fifty k
Who’ve grown up, to be without a place to stay
At least there's not a whole seven k
Who drop outta high school every single day
At least out of forty four advanced economies
We're not thirty third
For percent with post-high school degrees
In fact we must be the best country the world can find,
Because here, No Child is Left Behind,
And Every Student Succeeds
Except for those with dysfunctional families
We are America’s students,
Our country’s future is in our hands,
Sometimes we feel like we just can’t do this
Its like we’re not in our country’s plans
American teachers guiding America’s youth
They hold the key to our future’s door
They’re the ones that have to fix this mess
The solution? Hell, pay them less
I TURN MOST POOR NATIONS TO RICH NATIONS.THE SECRET TO ERADICATE HUNGER ,POVERTY,MALNUTRITION.THE BACK BONE TO MOST ECONOMIES OF GREAT NATIONS.YES SOME CALL ME THEIR SPINAL CORD .TAKE ME AS A PROFESSION,HUNGER WILL BE GONE FOREVER.USE LESS CHEMICALS,KEEP ME ORGANIC.I WILL MAKE YOU RICH.
Weaker economies,enslaved by stronger economies!
Remember that familiar old saying
“Let your wind blow free”
Well I've thought of a much better idea
Beneficial to you and me
The methane gas we produce each day
Could fuel factories for hours
They could install a crepitating room
They'll need a bunch of flowers
You may think I'm obsessed with farts
And other bodily emissions
But the huge benefits could even rival
The power of nuclear fission
No more problem with soiled Jockeys
It would stop the stains in your pants
And possibly be a way to finally alleviate
Those horrible nighttime cramps
The future shortage of fossil fuels
Would no longer worry mankind
All the world's economies would flourish
As this product comes on line!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Is scamming an issue of morals or an issue of gullabilities, your emotions and kindness can be vulnerabilities. Beware of the four one nine, the code for scams, black money, virtual love, the psychology telegram. People have been taken out for their anonymous cohorts, the lure of money, underground fame is being played like a sport. Some economies thrive on internet fraud, it shows how humans and psychology are actually flawed. This simple brilliancy will prey on the unwary, signed contracts, fake contacts, some will even trick you to marry. Lottery scams, free kittens, a dignitary is in jail, but you can make triple whatever they’re asking you for bail. Money laundering, missing assets, is this a moral issue, or a deeper societal virus where malignant virtues are the brand new. Technological literate children in a perceived corrupt world, the future scammers, innovators, and investigators of this world.
Lagos, the land where dreams berth at the shores of realities...
The oasis of potentials and priceless opportunities,
the hub of emerging economies and innovative technologies...
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos, the land of fresh ideas and freedom;
Where street urchins and vibrant youth rise to stardom...
her streets never sleep, there is no room for boredom.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos is the model for efficient and excellent transportation,
The custodian of, quality, qualitative and free education.
The home of free health care delivery and effecient sanitation .
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos is the ocean of big businesses and boundless beauty,
the IBILE of creativity and cultural diversity...
This is a global garden and African's model mega city.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Eko Akete, the land of artistic and aquatic splendour;
the green garden that garnishes Nigeria with her glamour...
the habitation of hope, harmony and honour.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos, the home for all...both great and small;
the atlantic city of monuments, mansions and malls,
The microcosm of the Nigeria's terrestial ball...
Lagos is working and moving forwad.
It's been fifty year of excellence in commerce and industry.
It's been fifty years of great delivery of dividends of democracy.
It's been fifty years of quick and quality service delivery.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
It's been fifty years of child rights and youth empowerment
it's been fifty years of tourism and sport development
it's been fifty years of sweet synergy among all tiers of government.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
(*IBILE is the acronym for the division of Lagos. *Eko Akete is a traditional description of Lagos)
Governor Brewer From Arizona
(song parody based on “Girl From Impanema”)
Short, tanned, governor of A-Z
Wagged finger at the commander-and-chief
That was so tasteless
And very racist
So odd!
Brewer dissed Barack Obama
And said Obama was threatening
Guards should have grabbed her
And teach her manners
By far!
Oh – is he really so thin-skinned?
Oh – don’t she know he’s a gangster?
He – killed Bin Laden with SEAL teams
Then he rescued folks from Somalis
He likes guns and diplomacy
Short, tanned, governor of A-Z
Racial profiling is so ungodly
Tell me what happens
In time
To economies
And brown folks don’t leech
And brown folks don’t leech
I said to my prodigal son
who stole from me,
it is not competitive economic strategies
that dominantly empower life;
Competitive ecologies and economies
are dominantly decomposing monocultures,
just the opposite of regenerative synergetic praxis
and regenerative intent toward polycultures.
Monopolistic internal consumer-culture
develops into decomposing organic systems
dissonant cognitive
and emotive
and neural
and digestive systems
diseased health and well-being
Socio-economic
and politically dissociated systems,
all negatively trending toward closed-entropic,
swollen monolithic sad dismay
replacing former therapeutic system
glad array.
We need cooperatively dominant economies and ecologies
to reintegrate positive revolutions
that endo- and ecto-symbiotically evolve
dipolar co-arising life regenerating
holistic healthy systems.
Competitive critical events,
like stealing from and stolen from,
struggling between painful suffering of ego-self consciousness
and "positive deviant" stress,
self co-arising right-brained redactive eco-precociousness
Contention
seeking bicamerally balancing contentment,
joint cooperative ego-eco echoing
incoming/outgoing waves
of double-binding comprehensive co-passioness.
Primal
and yet stealthy
nonverbal structures
of cosmo-neuro-logical information
evolves bilateral-analogical exflowation,
cobinary
bicameral information co-redeems
transparently co-arising
EgoSelf+EcoOther resonant co-discernment.
"All money is a matter of belief"
said Adam Smith,
As all embodied wealth value
is synergy
for relief from self-isolating mind sorrow,
said Now MindTime to Here BodySpace.
Transparent matters
of historic linear human progress belief
square-rooted in herstoric matriculture's transparent
vulnerable co-communing energy
invites co-gravitational trauma relief
from eco-political dissonating stress.
I love my prodigal self-infested son,
perhaps somewhat more than he yet has capacity
to love his wounded womb progenitor
speaking up and out
for restoring and restorying healthy
wealth of peace.