Best Orthodoxy Poems
Acts of contrition, on knees if I recount
Beatitudes, eight, sermon on the mount
Charity given, is blessings received
Dalai Lama, a Buddhist deity
Ecumenism, it understands and unites
Fascism erodes individual rights
Gaia, Greek goddess of our mother earth
Heresy, one's belief, another's mirth
Idolatry, the worship of false gods
Jehovahs Witnesses, the sidewalks they trod
Kama, Hindu god of the erotic
Lex talionis, is somewhat exotic
Mary, Christmas holds that she was a virgin
Naturalism, this belief seems to burgeon
Orthodoxy, keeping with old traditions
Penance, requires sin and admissions
Quaker, informal for Society of Friends
Ramadan, are you relieved when it ends?
Sabbath, is it Saturday or the day after?
Talismans, sometimes, subject of laughter
Universalism, bring us together?
Values the thought of happy ever afters
Whatever your dogma, does it really matter?
X amine your heart, reject idle chatter
You should maybe contact your Spirit Guides
Zenith of acceptance with us resides
beautiful photo of the church taken by Jackie on Instagram @jacci_eo
Preface
My name is Verlena Sexton.
I am in my forties.
I have three eccentrics – Oland. Emily, and Tony.
My adult children are my knowledge base in the world of iniquity.
I continue to face what I am depleting.
Form
In this bio, I must be unique.
As a Social Scientist, I will also be indiscreet to the point of reality in why I am objectively me.
Conformity
I grew up in Leland, Mississippi in a single parent household.
My great grandmother vested soul.
She and I would read scripture together to inform personality.
She would tell me this would ensure equity and identity.
My mom was a homemaker and a strong woman.
She dealt with life as it came.
She raised six children with little help from their dad.
All are grown now and she rests in Heaven.
My oldest sister is there as well.
My dad was married with a family at home.
I am the outside child from his union with my mom.
Outside means, I now look in to discover genealogy and to emerge into a biblical presence.
My dad is disable and doing well.
When he is call by Jehovah, I know he will be ready.
Orthodoxy
I am just an orphan looking for home.
I am not lonely, but I am alone.
Many obstacles I have overcome.
My love of family is a moral code.
As a mother, I must continue to be as strong.
I remember my mom in times of guidance.
My dad is always there with insight.
I am the cause and effect that manifest in life.
My great grandmother words are to believe in that which is precise
And to live a life vested in the spirit of Christ amplifies.
“The world is filled with liars my child. Trust will come via a rightful mind.”
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Penned on October 17, 2014!
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
Newsflash
New the Jewish New Year
Ike Davis hits 2 home runs
Newsflash
Israel's Baseball tean beat
South Africa near the Jewish New Year
Newsflash
My late father used to speak about Sid Luckman,
world famous football player
Around the time of the Jewish New Year
Newsflash - Sandy Koufax(the left arm of G-d) is
still alive
He took off on the Jewish New year
Newsflash - Samuel Reshevsky
was U.S. Chess Champion
and turned to Orthodoxy
ethnic pride is certainly permissible
And we have some great members of the tribe!
(despite having a few bad apples - like every other ethnic group)
Newport Folk Festival 1965.
Behind the mirror is where we all
Tend to lurk,
Suffering through the pain of glass.
No one likes change,
Sometimes it is almost viewed as a sin.
Then you are punished
For attaining a higher majesty,
An alliance nearly gone.
But the times they were a changing
Folk had to realise,
A new power was being born
The climate just right for change.,
To plug in to the new.
After all a mirror image
Is the same,
But I suppose it is how
You look that matters,
Not what you see.
It was the orthodoxy
Of one Man that changed,
Someone who dared to be different.
It is some what ironic
That he said adieu,
With an acoustic version of
“It’s all over now , baby blue.”
But then,
The rest is history.
Answer my call to arms you patriots all
and rise up with blunt collateral force -
rage against the culture wars that we stall
the Neo-Left tyranny at its source.
Oppose their marxist ideological plot
and let not the herbal tea nazis prevail -
remember back that which old sense forgot
and arm our true selves that we not fail.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Burn their Trojan Horse and stand our walls
that the soldiers of satan seek to tear down -
resist lest all that we know and built falls
and norms become the new battleground.
Speak the truth these lentil eaters betray,
rail against the nose ring cultus of lunacy,
and be not a pawn to what fools obey
with their spin and New Age orthodoxy.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Written: September 1995
You stand tall and erect,
strutting about in your pretty peacock
liberal orthodoxy
Aristocratic academia
dressed in silken plumes of rainbow diversity
Boasting that you stand upright,
ready to fight ...
Champion the common cause of all people
You possess such a peculiar, perpendicular identity
So progressively haughty
You clamor to make your self-righteousness
plain for all to see
Why then do you look upon the downtrodden
with an air of clinical sympathy
Social experiments you love to do,
pouring taxpayer money
into your theoretical constructed points-of-view
Standing tall, looking in the mirror,
staring proudly at your progressive vanity
You polish the philosophical medals
on your pristine, intellectual brigandine
You stand erect and stiff in your perpendicular identity
Rigid and inflexible is your liberal orthodoxy
It makes your ego soar high on feel good,
saying that inclusion of all make others equal to thee
But you don’t truly believe this in your heart:
Why then do you cling so to your paternalistic policies
I live in the ether, the place I know
where thoughts of heart and mind do flow
in a conscious state of epiphany
where intelligence lives in harmony
from this place the sources of task
to direct my body to do as I ask
I find I’m not always in full control
of what is residing inside of this soul
The rarest of gems therein resides
where our own cognition abides
exquisite delights are there to be found
to make sure our thinking is sound
Firmly cemented with it’s epoxy
not dedicated to orthodoxy
the place where one can search for the truth
about the things we learn in our youth
This system of things is so full of lies
and to see through them one must be wise
the beliefs that history has handed down
holds firmly in grasp its blinding resound
I find in it’s closets things I must clean out
that overshadow my heart and it’s doubt
the war that exists inside of man
that damages things within reach of his hand
The source for all kindness and it’s living balm
and when we face conflict for keeping us calm
for understanding all of this life
for making peace when meeting it’s strife
So many colors with varying hues
herein is where I first found my muse
painting it’s pictures on tapestry mind
weaving it’s patterns the ethereal kind
Each of us has been given this gift
and to it’s sharing for others to lift
a vast chasm and depth in this well
for composing design and doubts dispel
source of insp Proverbs 1-5 on thinking
ability, understanding and wisdom
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Duns Scotus was an enormously important theologian
He significantly influenced Catholic theology, early on,
A brilliant man of considerable influence in Scotland
Doctrines we take for granted were from him drawn.
A thirteenth century Franciscan, he was very erudite
Strange the idea of the dunce cap comes from his name
Though never pictured wearing a pointy-head funnel
His scholarship and philosophy contribute to his fame
Theories he believed came down through the tunnel
He opposed ideas of the Renaissance and Reformation
He would not give up his orthodoxy without a fight,
As far as we know, he was conservative in formation.
Because so little is known of him, much apprehension
He died young, perhaps without a full-rounded life
And since it was true then as in the modern priesthood
We know he never knew the joys of a faithful wife.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written March 3, 2022
For the “John Duns Scotus” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Although I was born and raised among German aristocracy,
I feel I have blended rather well with Russian nobility.
My name changed when I converted to Russian Orthodoxy.
I am now called Catherine. I was once known as Sophie.
Despite my mother being banished from the country,
Tsarina Elizabeth looks quite favorably upon me.
However, one major item exists where I must disagree.
Duke Peter of Holstein-Gottorp is matched up with me.
Since his aunt Tsarina Elizabeth called him to court,
he has been consistent with each unwitting retort.
This buffoon has alienated many as we have few friends.
Unfortunately, he will become tsar when Elizabeth’s life ends.
He is obnoxious, overbearing, and possesses the dullest mind.
Peter can only become a tsar of the worst kind.
Besides, he is ugly with all those scars from smallpox.
He has them on his face, arms, legs, and even his buttocks.
Peter is supposed to be the sovereign of the Russians.
However, he surrounds himself with Holsteins and Prussians.
I should dispose of this menace. There has to be a way.
I must rule Russia alone as a tsarina one day.
Catherine II (aka Catherine the Great) ruled Russia from 1762 to 1796.
In psychology and communications theory
We notice experiences of cognitive/affective dissonance--
What an anthropologist might note
as a cultural legacy of cognitive blindness--
epically unfortunate events
And a health therapist
might not notice as a pathological orthodoxy
preventing mere health objects of history
from acting and voting
in our own greatest subjective wealth of multicultures
promoting IdentityHealth resiliently-responsible self-interests.
Like voting for DonaldJohn
if you are in the bottom 99%
of the Not Trumpian Orthodox Healthy and Attractive SuperElite
Or, you are in the 1%
but Not Trumpian StraightWhite EgoCentric Myopic PrivilegedMale.
Orthodox feelings
favoring affective matriarchal change
and cooperative integrity re-acclimations of GoodFaith Circles
and healing revolutions
for restoring natural/spiritual FireCircle justice
Compel multicultural objectives
to continue cooperatively unfolding
and ecologically incarnating
our own greatest
and deepest
and widest theological polypathic health
of eco-polyphonic graced integrity
OutDoor CoPresence
Integrating both PositiveIntegrity development
effecting and affecting NegativeBlindMendacity
inside screaming voice abatement
co-arising dipolar appositional 2020Vision
Prime ZeroZone
Ego/EcoRevolutionary Relationship.
When rapture outcomes
spiritually hoped for,
Paradise faithed in,
loved,
justify unnaturally violent missionary means...
When only scientific and deductively logical
reductive educational goals
justify:
Anti-spiritual wide and shallow unlearning means
Monocultures must TeacherWin before we StudentLose
Mono-supreme theistic Lose/Lose terror and neglect
AND yet quiet WinWin hope
for integrative Wonder and cooperative Awe,
When cultural orthodoxy rewards
Monotonous Win/Lose colonization methods,
monochromatic disintegrating lack of co-operative meaning,
mono-maniacal mistrust means...
This becomes a healthier time to recall
deeper ecological polypathic learning.
Original intent
at our EarthTribe's DNA Beginning
justifies our healthy polypathic means,
re-adjusts our WinWin strategies,
cooperates our end game Future plans.
Teaching ecopolitical Beginnings
Justifying ecological means
toward restorative healing.
Spiritual Beginnings
justify secular/natural
deductive
LeftBrain dominant means,
just as brainstem EcoMetric patriarchal XY beginnings
equal (means no bullying allowed)
matriarchal YY integrative ends
Beginnings, with ends,
justify natural/spiritual theological WinWin
cooperative integrity means,
ZeroZone re-creational
resilient wu-wei methods,
Ego-health toward eco-wealth
optimal vocation justifying meanings
When love beginnings
justify healing means,
then WinWin endings
justify deep learned healthy meanings.
Stop pretending
your racism is patriotism
Stop pretending
your sexism is natural
Stop pretending
your homophobia
is healthy heterosexuality
Stop pretending
your evangelical orthodoxy
isn't xenophobia
Stop pretending
your traumatic patriarchalism
doesn't justify
and sanctify
therapeutic womanism
Stop pretending
your monotheism
isn't,
once the veil of dualism is lifted,
predative anthro-supremacism.
Try remembering
that silent gifts,
like grace,
and redemption from hypocrisy,
are a lifetime healthcare process,
co-redemptive journey,
dance into integrity
compassion
pleasure
curiosity.
The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing
Unforgotten Lacerations
A pataphysical circus of visual elements, possibly comprehensible depending upon one's ideological orientation or level of pre-programmed self-inhibition, as a product of The Secret Alliance of Manipulators who are able to make time seem to sputter and stall, which renders entire historic eras readable as non-immersive abstractions accessible to self-evolved synthetico-interpretive frameworks which, strangely enough, can be scenario-independent, yet anti-universalist, if perceived from behind protective eye wear (and hand wear) when transnavigating the immense rainbow-hued gulf between pleasant surroundings and a 3rd World prison cell in a forgotten jungle at the mouth of the River of Despair where zebras eat unicorns for breakfast, and blend in so much better to boot in a time where protective foliage is the name of the game and infiltration a fine art enamored of free spirits capable of moving from demographic to demographic while in the pay of no orthodoxy, no tradition, no taboo circus, no constricting corsets of approval, no appetite or appetite suppressant, no failure to observe and snicker at the many ironies the 3rd dimension presents us, no reluctance to laugh at the great archive of human failure and triumph so evident upon the pixels of Imagos no refusal to laugh in the face of presumption or habit or imitation or indecision or equivocation about the acceptance of new data, period.
Polar theology
Cold-hearted hate-based belief
Frigid permafrost principles of sub-zero greed
Rigid igloo authority
Ice fortress border policy
Snow mountain wall ain’t color passage easy
Refrigerator thought orthodoxy:
Sunflower faces were born to spit shine eternally
Void shoe box coffin space ... crypt cold as can be
Frozen in a gulag place is concrete ghetto grief
Jagged snowflake sobs reflect the constant pain stabbing
Glacial glare of rainbow intolerance melts so slow spiritually
Aurora borealis indigo eyes glow darkly
Northern aorta exposure blindly beat raging
Chilling faithless doctrine of mint divine superiority:
Sunflower faces were womb engraved to spit shine perpetually
Himalayan blue honks profiteering cry so coin crafty:
Mt. Everest blanco clouds silver mine control slaving
Blood diamonds with black eyes reindeer pleading
Cold steel tear obedience of gun beryl conformity
Arctic religious creed:
Sunflower faces were conceived to spit shine endlessly
Antarctic philosophy
Solar opposite is an eclipsed bent knee
Siberian skin tyranny
Black ice roses bow with frozen frowns of servility
Ivory avalanche history
Crystal golden dandelions give icy smiles of charity
Titanic icebergs are shipping titans of iron-copper chained misery
Blizzard blinking red lights don’t stop the cotton weary bleed
Yukon K9 genetic disparity
Snowshoes of ebony depths trek dog tiredly
Abominable Yeti frostbite decree:
Sunflower faces were created to spit shine infinitely