Best Loyalist Poems
Make it not secret
I am your loyalist friend or your deadliest enemy.
Sky writers write my name among the clouds.
I am everything.
Nothing you have ever seen
Nothing you HAVE IMAGINED.
And yet I see all thoughts.
I am the remedy for your wretched sickness.
UNDERSTAND I am the king Of mountains.
I am the lump in your throat.
I am your grace
Be careful
I am the faithe you must face.
I am the fate of all EXISTENCES.
MY heart is pure
Kiss the CROSS.
WAKE THE DEAD
Tears UNSHED
I am EVERYTHING
I am here
I am the sorrowful feeling crowding your chest
The Sun the moon
I am the grief of these dressed In black.
The vagrant of the Ville
I am the creviced creeks.
The river the ocean flowing DEEP.
I AM THE one in the crowd
You MAY NOW BOW DOWN
DO not FEAR.
I HAVE made this DAY.
I AM THE NEW BORN who knows.
I am the righteous
One who have been RUMORED TO COME
I am many
I am ONE
I AM HERE
the mighty MIGHTY KING of everything
Let it be PROCLAIMED!!
You SHALL take no further steps
Until you have SPOKEN MY NAME
What will you say of me?
TELL THEM
From here on ALL STEPS SHALL BE FAITHFUL.
OPEN THE BOOK
turn the PAGE
TELL THEM I am the ONE WHO was proclaimed
Tell them NOW.
I AM HERE.
Born Malcolm Little, Malcolm X,
Formerly known as "Detroit Red," was fiery and complex.
An American Muslim Minister and Human Rights Activist
He became disillusioned as Elijah Muhammad's loyalist
Date written: 08/22/2019
To be a true and pure and faithful evangelically zealous fundamentalist,
whether of good faith religions
or bad faith hatreds of other cultures and races and genders, etc.,
fascism and fundamentalism
are rooted in pre-linguistic literalism,
stories built from feelings of sacred orthodox senses
and secular notnot nonsenses,
But you should not need to be an anti-radical hater
to grow and nurture a rooted in fundamentals progressivist,
activist,
farmer,
colonizer,
missionary,
an over-zealous weed with monoculturing leadership intentions,
a xenophobic polyculture baiter,
or anti-pagan predator,
PostMillennial Crusader
for Christ or Allah
for Divine Totalitarianism or HateMongering Fascism,
for anyone or anything you truly believe
could become omnipotently healthy and sacred.
To become radical
requires going into pre-linguistic roots
of spirituality
as also embodied naturality.
To come from story-tellers and mentors
of the fundamentals for,
speakers and listeners to,
ecological parables
written in divine sunlight
and ultra-violet radiantly cosmic
octaved love-evoluting voice.
To become a patriotic loyalist
of and for,
by and through,
was and saw
We are not sufficiently acceptable,
not restorative agents for true justice and loyal peace,
not self or other optimizing ecopolitical outcome developers,
when we confuse patriotic with remaining prehistorically anti-matriotic,
anti-feminist WinWin Principles
of NonZero Sum Earth
as Fallen Eden
broken promise of Allah's ConJoining Paradise
of and for,
by and through,
saw and was
Polypathically polycultural (0)-Soul
nondualistic sacred through secular
multi-paradigmatically
developing cultures of sacred ecological health
which are also PostMillennial EcoPolitical CoOperatives
of and for
by and through
saw and was
This fundamentally sacred
radically secular
Prime Relational
bicameral as bilateral as binomial
You and Me
from the same co-incidental tragedy/notnot comedy
WinWin DoubleBound Appositional Tree
of (0)-SpaceTime
(0)-Tao RealTime
of and for
by and through
saw and was
Ego/Eco-Infinity.
In seventeen seventy-seven,
amidst the deep summer’s August heat,
Barry St. Leger, loyalist milita,
and the Iroquois walked on sore feet.
Their mission was clear: move down the Mohawk,
meet Burgoyne and split the rebel states,
except the Americans in Fort Stanwix
were effectively blocking their way.
To advance the fort had to be reduced,
but St. Leger’s force had few big guns,
so he settled into a siege of the fort,
with a mind to hold strong 'til he’d won.
But the patriots knew of the British plans,
and were not content to just sit and wait,
Tyrion County called up its militia
to save Stanwix from a bloody fate.
Eight hundred of them marched for the fort,
under the command of Nick Herkimer,
a palatine German of the Mohawk vale,
an able and determined fighter.
They stopped to camp not far from Stanwix,
and Herkimer counseled that they should hold,
to await a signal from inside the fort
and launch a two-front attack bold.
But the militia saw this as cowardice,
and said,”What else could we expect?
His own brother fights with St. Leger,
we can’t expect him to take the next step.”
Herkimer darkened at his men’s words,
and would not idly receive their scorn,
he ordered the men to be on the ready,
they would advance the following morn.
But the British knew of their approach,
and prepared to put them to the test,
near five hundred set out to intercept,
mostly Iroquois with some Loyalists.
The next day the Americans, on the move,
found themselves passing through a ravine,
unaware that eyes stared upon them
as they drank from a cool, tiny stream.
The British had planned to wait until
the patriots were all stretched out,
but some Indians opened fire too early,
a roar of muskets and loud piercing shouts.
The first volleys hit hard, stunned the militia,
a good many brave soldiers went down,
Herkimer took a ball in the leg,
and from a dying horse pitched to the ground.
So fierce was that first surprise attack,
so many patriotic souls shot dead,
that all sides involved said the tiny stream
was stained by the blood until red.
Some tried to move wounded Herkimer,
but he was still in no mood for retreat,
he took out a pipe, leaned on a tree trunk,
and said,”I will meet the enemy...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II
Black loyalist
One time slave of George Washington
Fighting with the British against rotten Yankees
3000 blacks went with us and came with us
In the States now
Black folks but seeming there now just left to rot
But cherished now our black loyalists in England
Part of us
Last night I dreamt a dreary dream
Beyond the clashing rocks
I saw a dead man win a fight
And I think that man was I
You
You You You
You kept hope
You kept love
You took me into your arms
Held me strongly till the pain went away
You listened,you always did
The thought of you gave me comfort
Pain when it's the time I need you to listen
Heartache when it has been too long
Since I saw you,hugged you.
It's been a while, don't you think so ?
We've been seven,seven years !
Feels like I'm losing you now
When you've been too hard to reach,
too hard to talk to you or to see,
You're the brightest
kindest and loyalist of all
I would lose, worst lost of all,
If I lost you,
If by time, we lost contact
If by time, you forgot me
and by distance, we remained.
If anything I could do right now
It would be running into your open warm arms
Crying, because life took so much so far
raped me into circles and break me into pieces,
And made you slowly fade away,
It's been a hard year, my dear.
Are you still there? I'm just checking,
Because I have a lot to say, Are you ready to listen ?
Here is the secret monologue of many:
"I am loyal, a servant most true!
That is until...I am not paid in full,
Then I turn to tattle, and to trash
Your trust with treason, high and foul!
As dreaded foes tread freely upon you,
I will make merry in your misery!"
"You may hate me, but faith is not free,
Loyalty demands largesse, and a fee!
For the times are adrift in seas of greed,
Full of subtle hints, hidden in sly smiles:
You there! Heed and hear: Pay me well
Or prepare to be quelled!"
Poem inspired by Mencius' important exhortation:
Mencius had an audience with King Hui of Liang. The king said, "....You must have some ideas about how to benefit my state." Mencius replied, "Why must Your Majesty use the word 'benefit'' All I am concerned with are the benevolent and the right. If Your Majesty says, 'How can I benefit my state?' your officials will say, 'How can I benefit my family,' and officers and common people will say, 'How can I benefit myself.' Once superiors and inferiors are competing for benefit, the state will be in danger. When the head of a state of ten thousand chariots is murdered, the assassin is invariably a noble with a fief of a thousand chariots, When the head of a fief of a thousand chariots is murdered, the assassin is invariably head of a subfief of a hundred chariots. Those with a thousand out of ten thousand, or a hundred out of a thousand, had quite a bit. But when benefit is put before what is right, they are not satisfied without snatching it all. By contrast there has never been a benevolent person who neglected his parents or a righteous person who put his lord last. Your Majesty perhaps will now also say, 'All I am concerned with are the benevolent and the right. Why mention 'benefit?' ''
All rights released into Public Domain
Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava
Allegiances born of belligerent father
A council estate with yards full of tyres
A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires
Cars outside boozers where loyalist losers
Don’t spot the briefcase with time delay fuses
One man and his neighbour of different persuasions
Soldiers and ministers weighing equations
Each side will tear you apart with their bombs
Some will send ‘letters’ to where you are from
Some cite religion or national pride
Or family honour when taking a side
Orange and green the colours of choice
BBC using an imposter’s voice
Still the news media expresses surprise
When pubs, cars and trucks light up the skies
A town-centre nightclub to which people flock
Across the street came Messrs Browning and Glock
In hands now committed to unleash their guns
They fingered their triggers... and then there were nuns
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[During ‘The Troubles’ in Northern Ireland, whilst many individuals were targeted due to their religious persuasion, targeted attacks on any particular religious institution were, seemingly, rare. A lengthy chat with Mr Google named two Catholic priests who were deliberately killed, but only one nun who was killed when she happened-on-by a bombing; she remains the only nun killed (albeit inadvertently) because of ‘The Troubles’. ‘And Then There Were Nuns’ simply prompts the question (to which I have no answer) what would a team of gunmen do next if a group of Nuns wandered into their ‘hit’?]
Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas.
Just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs.
Of our bumbling, deeply divided cities.
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail giggles.
Some giant panda bear laughs.
As we brawl over soap and toilet paper.
Cursing God under our sparkly COVID masks.
No need for mall slashings or pressure cooker bombs.
Just plant a few wolves dressed as lipstick lambs.
Have them silence opposing opinions with racism chants.
Watch the media spotlight a mad dog shooter and a rogue cop.
To them, democracy is a demon and only worthy to rot.
No need for new-age Luftwaffe or Stalinist Migs.
To brain spray our safe spacing- I pod junkie kids.
Just fill institutions with naive freebie magicians.
Intolerant-contrarian-purple-headed-anti-Christians.
Watch them brand capitalist pig deep into the skin.
Of the hard-working WOMAN AND MAN...
As elitist Beamers, their way to their fine gated homes.
No need to invade us with a billion red atheists.
Just buy a cheap blowhorn armed with
"Separation of church and state".
Lord only knows how Satan loves a red loyalist hater.
It's so easy to cleave God from our courts and schools.
To hobble our freedom of religion and good faith.
One final note to the enemies of democracy:
Lady Liberty may be battered and cornered.
But in a blink can switch from beckon to blowtorch.
The eagle may be bloodied but still has its teeth.
WE THE PEOPLE have always rallied together.
To serve another, beat down to all of the beasts.
Do you stand for the queen and cheer for your team.
Just show me you will fight by my side.
Are you in my line up an integral part of my squad.
just show me you will fight by my side.
Do you defend right from wrong, cheer your team home.
I know you will fight by my side.
You always offer me an helping hand when I'm down.
I know you will fight by my side.
Do you defend me when others berate me.
You're the loyalist person I know.
When the chips are going down your always around.
You're the loyalist person I know.
Cheers Dad
comp entry wanted to put quatrain but don't rhythm same line not sure if that qualifys 21042016
Your loyalty to christ jesus
is costly at most times
A firm stance in christ jesus;
Brace for violent persecution.
Now remember,Christ Jesus paid
a ransom for you
The priceless ransom
is your advantage,
Be true to principle.
But there`s ridicule,loss of friends
and career opportunities,
Your reputation ruined
and misrepresented.
Fiery attack from false brethren!
chipepo lwele
Special dedication to mapalo chipepo
I found in you the mother I
never had.
You were the only one there
when I lost my dad.
Always there when I needed
you.
Not far when I wanted you too.
It was from you that I got
courage when I had none.
It was you who pushed back
my tears and let me have fun.
Twenty four seven you were
with me.
Happy or sad you just let me
be.
But in reality, you were really
no friend.
And I face six years of running,
it's got to end.
I must push you out and far, far
away.
I can no longer rely on you~not
even one more day.
Back to the light, the real world
I walk.
All the years of avoided
emotions to deal with in bulk.
You're not my family! You're
the enemy! No friend!
You took six years and all it
contained without amend!
You were all consuming~the
loyalist I've ever seen.
But go far away, get out of me!
METHAMPHETAMINE!
Oh Great Silent One, where fore art thou
Visiting our Queen or trimming thy brows
Important things first
Dost thou possess a royal thirst
Thou didst reiterate, thou ain't a loyalist no how!
(Shakespeare ALMOST!)
Would you care to partake in some breakfast cheese,
and what of bread, butter and tea?
Lords and ladies gorge themselves
Perhaps another meal at ten or twelve
Feasts of many with food of plenty,
and a twilight meal of trencher and stew
then dawn your caps and summons your carriage
then guests would bid their host ado
Acrobats and minstrel shows
Games and songs to sing along
During the spring and summer months
Lords loyalist would go to hunt
And feast they would
On various birds
Ones known to us
the thought of eating, totally absurd
Starlings, vultures, gulls, herons,
storks, cormorants, swans, peacocks
And maybe even some wild pigs hocks
Often they would be displayed still feathered
Imagine the mess when they were dismembered
The lower class struggled to survive
Listed here is what kept them alive:
Dark bread, turnip salad, mead and ale
It’s no wonder their skin appeared so pale
The only thing I wished
to see about these times,
is hearing how Shakespeare
May have marveled them with his rhymes
River flows in desert,
Express roads in wilderness,
Bountiful harvest in exile,
Technological assignments to a master,
Make electrons flow in circuit(s).
Watery jokes in sadness,
Colourful muse in loneliness,
Faded depression inks happiness.
Yet, wisdom never relent its chase.
How circuit breakers save blue heaven!
Trances are loyal,
Than physical nature's monuments.
Logics are reasonable,
Than loyalist in temptation.
That's Lucy in the sky with diamond!
Let no right fight,
For left is at the corner.
If left keep calm real good;
Argument won't win discussion,
When cut-outs are well stationed.
Understanding to the listeners,
Knowledge to the speakers,
Wisdom to the readers,
Muse to the writers,
All works together for the best.