Jesusita
God only had a daughter,
Jesuitta, whom he gave to teach us love.
She was a good little girl with blond, curly hair, and often helped her mother
with the washing up and other household chores.
As she grew up and became a shapely young woman,
she coveted by men, who could not grasp her preaching
of unconditional love was not about sex;
They began talking behind her back.
Rumors had it she had twelve lovers
there was talk of orgies with wine, fried fish, and fresh bread.
She went to the church, demanded to be heard, and asked why there were no women priests and why they let sleazy merchants sell overpriced artifacts.
The clerics, who had had enough of this noisy woman, told Pilatus to do something.
He first raped her and, to his shock, realized that Jesuitta was a virgin;
This knowledge haunted him for the rest of his life.
Nevertheless, he threw her to his Roman Legionnaires as a usual tart. And the men taunted her:
“Is this what you meant by calling love absolute,
they bawled.
Their women said nothing.
They put her on the cross as the semen of a thousand soldiers
ran down her legs, she died with forgiveness in her heart.
Once green and firm,
she danced,
on the boughs edge.
Whirling and dipping,
through the breezes,
of changing seasons.
She basked,
in hot summer suns.
Rejoicing in the adulation,
heaped upon her,
as she selfishly,
provided shade,
and shelter
to all who sought it.
Asking for nothing,
needing no one.
Autumn days,
stroked her ego,
into maturity.
transforming her,
into the envy of
artists and poets,
sages and prophets,
wise men and clerics.
But the chill of winter’s age,
dried and wrinkled her,
she fell,
dying.
Until all that remains,
of her once majestic existence,
is a final crumbling gasp,
under the heels of,
marching boots.
If your'e going to preach it brother.? Hit-em with the Gospel
For its like no other; Spell' Speak of mercy..And the flames of hell' and ring out the message like a ten ton bell.' Tell the truth
'The world is round' like Isaiah shouted.' He really went to
Town.' Also the village for that to matters.' No doubt giving
The matrons a feast of natters.' Yes tell of the King! With a
Sceptre of iron.' Ruler of Nations the one so much better,' by
Leaps and leauges.' Yet a donkey His steed! the pharisees bane.' He allowed them to keep their greeds.' Yes preach of
Life and tbe riches of God.' To all those destined to go under
The sod.' Some clerics may repent.?To turn away? from the
Gasp-ell of death they gasp out today.' Nothing is new as
Solomon put.' Just whitewashed tombs on top thats it.' The
Bones of this matter.' Wont be raised at all.' Who have gasp-ed
Out the message of slavery and thrall.' Its hotter than this
Poem.'The place they must go.' If you don't want to join them 'just let Jesus know.'
No Mystery here
when I shut my eyes, I see millions of stars not bright stars they only bring light onto themselves static and unblinkingly.
On the bottom half of what I see, is a mist called ennui, of stars have been consumed by the nothingness that is self-consuming.
The enormous expanse called the Universe is life forms, but not alive, lack awareness, and exist only to fill the emptiness the clerics call heaven.
The stillness is absolute, human drama does not echo in the vastness of non-life, called peace mankind refers to as death.
the circle of evil
Christianity is embedded in Europe's mind
alas, it is losing its grip under the influence
of other religions and heathen life
The clerics have nothing to offer, only
platitude and sex abuse behind glorious
brocade and oily words.
Love, charity, and forgiveness are
forgotten in the melee of free expression
We are served a TV that lacks humor
banality seeking to mollify the masses
Comedy is no longer ironic but is about
using filthy words to harvest laughter
Politicians are self-seeking and corrupt
even when wrong, go on telling lies
Newspapers, too, served as gospel truth
because we have lost the real meaning
which is about respect and love
peace and forgiveness; the rest is humbug
spoken from pulpits, in churches, that
has lost all credibility
The enemy within
There has been a war up North but after some times
the occupying forces surrendered and took the train
back where they came from.
Newspapers and magazines were (for a while) free
of censors and horrific stories and pictures emerged
which the boy didn’t grasp and soon forgot.
75 years later, the boy, now an old man laid up in
a hospital ward gazing at a white wall remembered
the horrific photos he had seen.
Pictures of sexual deviations, torture and murder
not committed by the foreign occupier but by
opportunists who thrive in the shadow of wars
Sociopaths for whom other lives do not matter
to enrich themselves and indulge in obscene sex
that cumulate in strangling their unlucky victims.
Sociopathy is not an illness, is for them normal
as they are not humans and therefore lack humanity
love is for them, feelings of scant importance.
They, the sociopaths, are well-educated people
found in politics, the clerics, armed forces and
business, where they can exercise power over others
The war in Ukraine is a good example they are
pumping in weapons and refusing any peace negotiation
to the extent of risking a nuclear Armageddon.
Once I purchased a book about
Total Recall
It might be of
Re-cap-i–tulation
Rum-i-nation
Or glorious immigrant stories….
But I failed to reach even
a library spot…
Too high a ladder.
Your ablution will falsify
Your ebb and flood tides
In Between, O Bed-Win!
In MS-DOS!
Hodge Podge!
Just Because!
Reading
is a nutmeg , seals
ap-Pen-Di-x
It sits in Perth-e-Non
For no good reason, hypertension.
And I silenced the speaker
TBD Key note narrator.
To-get-her
In the kingdom of ladies’ purses
Courses, topics and item songs too.
Never found a Trace lagos
Other than the fact that
He, too is a fire-fighter
Who was a gifted
“The God of small things.”
Passed souls. Pious. Tranquil eyes.
O! I adore ex-IT!
Just because
Ed-it-Ed
Is in void.
Voided.
Ban-n-ed
In Banff.
Muslim clerics
Said
Supposedly
C0-ED
As If
Maw
In
Maw-Rita-nia
In Mahmoud Darwish’s life, Jaded.
Glory in Faded, dim-lit stone, enlighten-ed!
Anyone? Someone?
Ahoy mates!
Savior?
Reverie? Ben-Hur?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Can anyone hear me?
I'd like to step back in time a bit
And mention the dinosaur.
He lived two hundred million years
And then was seen no more.
The dino's demise is a mystery
That's hashed and often rehashed here.
One fav'rite hypothesis seems to be
That a giant asteroid crashed here.
Argued by clerics, and scientists,
And other great men of distinction,
Some clearly deluded,
Yet none has concluded
What actually caused the extinction.
What really occurred
Lies somewhere obscured
Amongst all those theories and guesses.
Some still do remain, though,
Like the crane and komodo,
And a number of interstate truck-stop waitresses.
I cannot find The Excellent
In what is Largely Repellent:
If one swam a cold river,
One was liable to shiver…
I won`t heed Lord`s Minister,
Who dwells on The Sinister:
Often about Mortuary
Rather than Clean Sanctuary:
Neglected Nude Sinner`s Corpse
Which on trodden bare floor drops!
Your Priests who watch White Clerics
Have never heard them drop clicks,
During Sermon try a scowl
Or before its end dog`s growl;
Your Evangelical Schools
Have been breaking The Rules
Forget the crowd they do pull
Church to capacity full:
Time they threw in the towel;
Some can do well trowel…
Teach religion with your way of life
not with the word of mouth
preach religion with your practices
don't practice religion with preachings
I was told to give to the temple
yet the temple never gave to me
can a man rob God? oh foolery!
how can we rob a man we cannot see
how can you rob a poet of his poem
when even the best poems
are yet to be written and the best lines
are yet to be straightened
I have seen religious clerics
and preachers of deceitful charity
walk pass the poor with pockets filled
yet not a single dime given out
Oh peters, don't seek me with prayers
come to me with silver and gold
whenever I come to you for prayers
you seek my silver and gold
whenever you want to raise high
your pillars and enlarge your tent
you seek the little token I have to give
then send me to God when I need mine
THE PLAGUE
The voice of the bride
Preparing her yes
Is not heard at all
In you
The laughter of children
Stamping the playground
Is not heard at all
In you
The loudness of merchants
Ringing their fare
Is not heard at all
In you
The bustling of city life
Dawn to night lights
Is not heard at all
In you
The prayers of clerics
Baptism or Last Rights
Is not heard at all
In you
Some people
Wait for science to return
Their humanity stolen from them
While sleeping
Others on their knees
Lift with their faith the veil
Of illness threatening humanity
Away from the earth
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We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
As we self defend with careful lies
The mysteries of religions
Why are there so many religions?
one for every culture.
They the faith grows like mushrooms
in a glade after rain and rot.
Disappear into the forest floor and
a new religion emerges from the soil.
Fertilized by prayers and rules made
by those who see them self as clerics.
Many of those who believe in this fantasy
are ready to die for their faiths.
Mushrooms in the dell keep growing
but we turn a blind eye to their demise.
We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
When we self defend with bitter lies
The twin towers topped New York City,
symbols of freedom, they scraped the sky.
Hollow mountains reduced to pity,
but a nation’s dreams refused to die.
America suffered a hate crime
as the world watched planes pierce concrete.
And religious zealots swore, this time
the devastation would be complete.
Structurally slit, as with a knife,
fire melted through girders of steel.
And the impact of life striking life
made the devastation surreal.
Choking on smoke, with no escape found,
people lived out their worst nightmare dreams.
For desperate souls leaped to the ground,
their lives lost amidst the panicked screams.
Defining freedom’s ultimate state,
shapes the soul and heart of a nation.
And yet, Muslim clerics filled with hate
proudly praised this abomination.
(Quatrain)
8/2/2017
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