Best Mandated Poems
There is much to be loved and appreciated about the United States Constitution, and
Heaven, I believe, breathed upon the founding fathers in their pursuit of good government.
England was ruled by kings and state bishops but never were there to be such in New England.
Christianity was indeed the driving force behind the nation, but no religion was to be mandated.
One of the things I appreciate most about the constitution is its God-Awareness and wisdom.
Nothing in history had provided the new nation with the idea of a government of, for, and by the people.
Sudden and swift suicide seemed certain a decade prior, except to those men willing to die for their cause.
Thirteen states united and saw themselves as, "We the people in order to form a more perfect union".
Independence had been fought for and obtained, and now it was time to establish a secure government.
Their time had come to be a beacon, a city on a hill, and it was time for good principled laws among men.
Unity was paramount, but it also required an agreement to disagree when a total agreement was not possible.
Tolerance among countrymen of like purposes was far superior to the intolerance and tyranny of Britain.
It was now time to put into practice, to implement, to execute and practice their plan before all the world.
Optimum care has been implemented, making this document the envy of the world.
Navigating and activating this sacred document need never be a constitutional crisis.
07022019PoSoupContest, Another Eight Word Challenge, Kai Michael Neumann. Chosen word: Constitution
You don’t know this but
we’re all ISBN’s. At birth,
we’re tattooed across our asses
with barcodes, ID tags, social security numbers.
The only doctors allowed
to perform this surgical move
were trained in suits and sunglasses,
were handcuffed to computer suitcases,
held galas in mansions in the hills
of Virginia, roamed secretly through tunnels
beneath Abe Lincoln’s feet, they infiltrated
every hospital, mandated staff to hand over
the key cards. Don’t be alarmed.
Chocolate brownies can still
hold good dreams, peanuts, and marijuana.
This information should not stop you,
you wondered before about those
seven digits printed across the tops of your pay stubs,
didn’t you? And the 48906 signature on every document
from your university.
Yes, you see now. All along,
that tattoo on your soul numbers destiny:
one of the numbers stands for the birthday
of your child, one for the day your parents will find
cancer sinking its teeth in their osteoperostic bones,
and one lists the street address of the building
you will die in. The hospital’s phone number
is merely a set of numbers. Ask them
what they’ve done to you, and they’ll shrug
their white-collar shoulders.
To view this poem on my blog, visit http://wordsareaneed.blogspot.com/2014/12/lucky-numbers-2-10-24-65-93.html.
Another COVID Holiday
in an ever increasing
rate of replanting
the seed was spreading
through the population
a seed so small
as to be microscopic
should remain insignificant
no outward effect dramatic
though COVID’s social influence
global impact near atmospheric
I eagerly wade into holidays
mandated to reduce pollination
vacation disappointingly domestic
unloading washing machine tanglematic
hanging clothes almost robotic
reducing risky situation
we look now
to the years as they’re turning
our mutual recent history
undesired to be re-enduring
we hope upon new calendar
with optimistic collective yearning
for a year of blank pages
devoid of COVID’s social manipulation
HAPPY 2022
may it be kind to us
THE SIXTH MASS EXTINCTION (Manmade this time)
The sixth extinction is at hand
It's grasp extends to sea and land
Earth shone blue in darkness of space
Extending its welcome to a human race
Earth long was seen as a life giving planet
Many animals too made their homes on it
Humans judged they were subjacent to none
Dominated all creatures under the sun
Animals are not lesser because they aren't human
Humans are lesser for what they did to them
The natural order mandated life's forces
But Man's greed drained earths' resources
Earth was the planet once singular in space
Now has the color been drained from its face
Earth was a planet of great singularity
Nothing can now return earth's parity
Earth once a planet of green and blue
Faces a change in the shade of its hue
Life was the reason for earth's special place
It's now gone and earth is a cold rock in space
A creature called Man caused this cosmic disaster
The Cosmos declared Man not allowed hereafter
ELIZABETH SMITH
**The Mark of the Beast**
The Mark of the Beast
At the end of all time
It is recorded in God’s Word
A curse for mankind
There will be a Mark
Mandated across the world
No one is exempt
Not slave or king
All must be branded
To show allegiance to the Beast
The Mark of the Beast
Affixed to your forehead or right hand
The Mark of the Beast
The Serpent’s final plan
His desire is to drag all the children of God to hell
And join him for eternity in his molten lava cell
What will be your decision?
Will you bow to the King of Hell?
IF YOU TAKE THIS MARK
IT WILL BANISH YOU TO HELL!!!
The other choice is to choose Jesus Christ
He is the King on His way
He is coming to rapture His bride
For wrath they will not stay
There will be a remnant of Christians left behind
They will be tested and tested
Purified and tried
This testing time will be the worst upon the earth
Famines, wars, starvation, and disease
It will bring the children of God to their eternal knees
Please take this biblical poem and pray over it this day
If you are not holy and fearing the One True God
AFTER THE RAPTURE YOU WILL STAY!
According to the Apostle John in Revelation chapter 13
If you open up your Bible
This information you can glean!
Gwendolen Rix
8-28-14
Revelation 13: 16-18
16 He required everyone—small and great, rich and poor, free and slave—to be
given a mark on the right hand or on the forehead. 17 And no one could buy or sell
anything without that mark, which was either the name of the beast or the number
representing his name. 18 Wisdom is needed here. Let the one with understanding
solve the meaning of the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man.[c] His
number is 666.[d]
death of a forest
blatant rape of sacred land
the green olympics!
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A forest in S. Korea, consisting of 500 year old wangsasre trees,
is being cut down to make way for Olympic ski facilities that will
be used for a four day competition in 2018.
The IOC has mandated these games as the “Green Olympics”!!
Pls, you may join the campaign to save this forest by signing on:
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Culture in Bean Town was part of the City bling, bling! They socialized and told about what was happening in their lives and party until sunrise. These extravaganzas [usually] happen on Thursday night and when all was tired; they slept until Saturday. When Sunday arrived, they rose and begin their weekly journey into meaningful lives. Some were Doctors of the Common Cold in which Bean People got quite often but never became severely ill because these doctors had magnificent skills. There were no other illness and/or physical maladies in this city; however, a child could be born with difficulty if the mother concealed her pregnancy. Since marriage was mandated but did not curtail sex, this occurs often enough to become a problem. The doctors then would provide the mother and child with a sanctuary and the father was mandated by elder law to marry her and that would bless the child. From there, whatever was the child’s malady it would become a strength in which it could be either medical or mental but it would be extended to another place in City of the Bean People. Meaning, that this malady would become a sacred beanstalk in which the child would gain spiritual guidance and religious definition because an element or elements would be missing from his or her soul and this was needed for completeness of his or her human life formed and no one knew of this but the Doctors and the Scribes.
Once a Bean person did die, burial ceremony was carried out by Scribes in which they were dressed in the leaves of their Beanstalk and was buried in The Field of Lost Lives, which extended miles and miles, which never ends until City of the Bean People expires.
The women of Bean Town usually were Cooks, Teachers, Nurses, and Weavers. The men were the Doctors, Scribes, and the Landscapers. However, these were not mandated occupations by gender and in rare occasions there would be indifference. Their economics was based on a trading system but this was established through industry and agrarian means in which their currency became the leaf (prosperose) from the Beanstalk of Prosperity, which only could be obtained by trading with the Scribes and the more affluent Doctors.
Keep our planet green,
There is an ancient forest,
Let’s cut down the trees!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 September 2015
NOTE: Yesterday, I received an e-mail from Dalia Hashad-Avaaz org, informing me that “A 500 year old forest is being clear cut to make way for Olympic ski facilities that will be used for a four day competition! The International Olympic Committee has mandated these games as "Green Olympics", let's hold them to it and save the ancient forest.”
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The anvil of power weighs heavy
on my heart, forging my decisions.
For my crown's coveted by weaker men,
hatching plots and schemes to usurp me.
The whole world is at my beck and call,
none dares question my authority.
For I rule with a hard iron fist,
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
I'm gifted gold chains, precious stones, and
costly silks to adorn my body.
But, they can't disguise the fact I live
in an extravagant gilded cage.
Peace is maintained with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For I and only I am ordained
to rule, mandated by God's decree.
Love's a luxury I can't afford
it can cost me the price of a throne.
And trust is merely nonexistent
in my quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
stripping away my soul piece by piece.
And changing me spiritually
until there's nothing left but a shell.
I'm the alpha, and the omega
war and terror are mine to command.
For I am the harbinger of death,
don't mistake me for anything less.
(Blank Verse)
2/20/2017
I used to think the long smoke filled tables of NA were the answer.
The stalks of faces nodding with my inflection, up up down downs left left right.
Like a goddamn contra code.
Happiness charted in days, two years glowed clichés rolled.
Waning white key tag applause.
I bolted before they found out I burned on the way in…
rolled straight to the methadone clinic. Grown men in in ankle length shorts and sideways hats, Whining………….clean??
I even tried to buy a few weeks out of the trunk of an Oldsmobile… wafers or sick pills, my choice…
stared deep into the eyes of socially acceptable at a scientology rehab.. Mingled with cruise and Katie Holmes, then got the boot for hoarding gasoline..
Impatient in eastern Pa, courtesy of the Canadian national railroad. I sat circled breathing from garbage bags of Freon. Sneaking from a mandated meeting to the Reeding open market clutching everyone’s night in my wallet..
I’ve never been here before though alone without prospects, no subs nada nothing…
I am all feelings now and I know
I “m still trapped inside of her, screw you sarah, your abstract cards,
7 th grade year book pictures locked together, from your mind to my stalled heart.
. I wanna run back to dark rooms your ashy cotton tongue kisses..
I need someone to water down my vodka. Ash my burning cigarette..
, Hug me.dammit. Lie to me through late night emails.. Your still speeding through, drowning in Pabst. I’m stuck my mind still sears you picture Short waves of blonde always searching for a quiet mole behind the right eye. I’m scared I’ll never feel it again. Waves of breath stolen from a line. You will always be exalted.
Work is good, but everything is missing. No rush, no rocket of feeling when I touch someone. No raised hairs from a shoulder squeeze. I can’t even find a mind to throw venom at my writing. Attacking my inability to move forward.
I must be Too sober now craving your extended leg and swinging dolce bag…
No one will tell you it’s my time,
To come back and make people smile.
I am an occasion that comes ones a year,
When the whole season has been full of fear.
I come to drown away the sorrows
of men; and give them hope for tomorrow.
25th December is my mandated hour,
When I flood the whole world with my power.
The power that binds, love and don’t destroy,
But rather fill all people and races with much joy.
It's by this same power that able to bring,
All distant relatives back home and sing,
All the Christmas carols and songs,
That lifts up our spirit and make us fill young.
Mostly I appear at winter,
Where all hot clouds have turned colder.
I believe it is a big sign that all,
Life’s predicaments will disappear and get small.
It is very fascinating but we can see it in all our homes,
When you decide to do a survey or roam.
You will see everywhere with Christmas tress,
Which beautify homes and make viewers glee.
Now to the other side of the same coin,
I like to introduce a best friend of mine to join.
He is popularly known as Santa Clause,
And is regularly seen carried by his horse.
So as a good and caring friend indeed,
He also carries out the wishes of people in need.
You just make known to Santa you heart desire,
And you will see Santa will give you more than you require.
So at this point of my biography,
I like to ask you why people are crazy.
When it comes to me as a festive occasion,
That people will do all it takes to partake of my session.
I guess you do not know the answer,
So I will spill out something which is much nearer.
I can say for a fact that there is other criteria,
That can fill the whole world with such euphoria.
And also I am celebrated all over the world,
And that is my ardent way of casting my spell.
So until I come your way, next year again,
Just remember this is a season where joy rains.
So finally I say this is Mr. Xmas,
And have a merry, merry Christmas.
Last night I got a visit from a historical figure
I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was humbled, I
thought I was hallucinating, was it a transfigure?
Many questions bombarded my mind but why
dominated each question, I was confused;
“ Don't stand there mystified; time ticks by.”
How were you able to stand when hate infused?
“ I was mandated to walk in a thing called love,”
Didn't that cause you to get used and abused?
“ Yes, but my actions gave folks hope in spite of,
all of the negativity that dominated their minds;
positivity sparks change; it may also shove.”
Your legacy remains; however, some are blind
“ That's true; I came because you're woke.”
Pardon me, may I somehow get reassigned?
“ You may decline; you're chosen, I must invoke,
my mantle is already in place for you to wear.”
Chosen? I didn't ask to be; please don't provoke.
“ I shall not; I came so that you will be aware
of things that stir the depths of your soul.”
We didn't talk much, was your visit to scare?
“ I said what was most important; my only goal.”
Can I take some time to process somehow?
“ Time isn't guaranteed; you have no control.”
This is too much for me; it seems like a vow
“ It is; I must leave you now; goodbye,
make a wise choice; put your hand to the plow.”
Wait, I need more time; everything is so unclear
“ You’ll be fine, just be brave and have no fear.”
--Evil starts as germinated seeds,
noxious weeds of social infestation,
spreading and suffocating human diversity,
pushing all freedoms into extinction,
the loss of Liberty's creed,,
--Men-Women birth their offspring,
but raised by the State,
alienated offspring grow into bastards,
by design to this fate,
no-longer is Family an understanding,,
--Started in guise of education,
parasitic propaganda by subliminal indoctrination,
targeting children of all ages,
instructing apart from parental objections,
future groupthink masses of inclusion,,
--Religion, History, Novel books outlawed,
that promote ideas of Independence,
instructional manuals that's only allowed,
through State approved media correspondence,
making State approved "truths" unflawed,,
--The masses become Independent-less adults,
in a One World State,
populations regulated, mandated birth controls,
but elitists can freely consummate,
elitist offspring perpetuates State results,,
--The State espouses universal equality,
a mandate against humanity's will,
a law silencing humanity's opinions,
or voicing your opinions from jail,
the State sees as insanity,,
--Humanity becomes living taxed products,
feeding the machines of State,
their worth is what's produced,
fearing for failing to compensate,
you're redistributed, if you obstruct,,
--Populations are kept under intoxication,
by the State approved vice(s),
the willing are comfortably numb,
happiness of suffrage the price,
humanity's compliance made through addiction,,
--Outlawed are self-governed rights,
by State tyranny without impunity,
your lives owned until death,
because you are State property,
all controlled by elitist might,,
--Physical privacy regarded as hate,
pedo-molestation considered universally normal,
it matters not your sexuality,
to all ages so formal,
criminal when reject this fate,,
--Evil that's made a right,
guilt is replaced with ethics,
fundamental good is considered evil,
by the State centered civics,
moral evil in everyone's sight,,
--This is a living nightmare,
that insidiously penetrates humanity's soul,
a world never knowing Hope,
or escaping something this cruel,
the State of Evil despair,,
--Freedom, Liberty and self-governance,
does this sound that bad?,-
it's better than being property,
by a State grown Mad,
or take a standing chance.
A woman speaks....
I will live in a tent, or demand I pay
no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never bend a knee!
For my community nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think little of you.
I want to burn every flag, I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs
to me.
That car you drive, it should be mine.
Any one else's hard work, I never will do.
But all your accomplishments belong to
me, not you.
I am dying of jealousness and greed.
I steal anything I can.
I make our government bleed, paying
for my every need.
A nation that will not work?
Yes, we will not last long.
The melody I hear is so tragic,
People refusing to live lives magic.
Criminals are totally honored here.
Teen gangbangers on corners stand,
slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no
mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxists marches cheer!
I weep on my pillow on my bed,
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Stop buying products from a man who
loathes the USA but wants to go to the
moon?
Find people with character who love
God and this Republic!
That number grows smaller and smaller.
And tent cities ruin streets filled with
fentanyl, squalor and the most uncouth
defecate in public?
While useless masks, unsafe vaccines are
mandated by the current, insane Gestapo!
And their followers? I call them...Floppos!
A hideous, evil way where your fellow citizens
forgot they had any rights, oh!
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame!
Those of us who believe in the American Dream?
We learned to well what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was the
Creme de la Creme!
I hope you recall all the bodies and how that did
end!
7/27/2021
Side stepping love's starfish sun bathing about, time's shores....
While amoeboid parasites these sponges in resilient, take up residence
Atop her capital hill; residuum's resonant evil kismet's, true, liverwort lobbyist
Waterspout gargoyles autism's algae tortuous angleworms this, immoral's realities ?
Shuttered truths antipodes their view; his shad's tenement tete-a-tete's, voodoo virtuosity.