Starlight is defamed
comets swallow their own tails
time folds entropy
shadows not now reflected
all applause rendered to void
In the vanishing
I stand stripped of flesh and bone
naked to atone
as a soul in reckoning
for what I've become, not done
In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree
Placed in garden of Gethsemane
An olive to the knee
Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs
When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display
Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen
Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits
A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay
Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart
The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed
On Sunday two women named Mary
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim
"Sick Poem
Am I just being defamed for no reason?
I desire your remedy, nowhere in the market.
No cold, pain, or ointment,
No bananas, milk, or fruits,
My black color is not a chameleon,
Behold, it's a lifelong illness,
Where the price of loyalty is the whole life.
Admit it, now resolve, recognize it,
This is my very own poem that's sick,
It's been named "KanganChodDhaxad."
This sickness is of a true lover after meeting a true beloved,
Consuming intoxicating liquid with the nourishment of a serpent's gem, and,
Hail, hail, hail, hail Mahakal, ghosts rise at midnight,
Desires flee to the cremation ground, etc... heard KR,
She knows.
My sick poem to be.............
With love to all,
Dr. Jagdish Bajantri."
The Community I live in needs to heal
The community I live in gang stalk me and dismiss me
The community I live in betrayed me th
The community I live in watch me suffered while they laughed at my pain
The community I live in defamed my character
The community I live in wanted me dead
The community I live in try to poison me to benefit themselves
The community I live in gang stalk me daily
The community I live in thinks I don’t know the plot they try to do against me
The community I live in owes me an apology
Take some applause, for the message that floored
The propaganda 2020... 21.. You stood tall, and spoke
Loud 'Ulsters son stood unbowed' you could not be cowed'
As humanity by power was defamed,l.' amidst false agenda
Out on a bender, as so called experts called surrender! yet you..You!
Stuck to your truth, its really plain.! so there is no day in
Court, reality has denied swann 'any rort?' And real truth has
Been shown; as not lame..' one more thing 'to be sure'
I'll put this on your door.. Van the man, standing tall'
For the people again.' He's preformed his greatest gig through false spin, all the lies' and all the pain.!
When the control is in your hand,
you should know when to stop and when to use,
no matter what it is: words or weapons.
Otherwise, it will destroy the controller:
like, someone is stabbing the holder's back
by bending the holder's hand.
Like, the truth you had said
thinking the listener is your friend,
but later found that
they were the people
who had defamed you by spreading that.
Are people worth trusting?
Doesn't a knife cause you less pain than treachery?
In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree
Placed in garden of Gethsemane
An olive to the knee
Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs
When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display
Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen
Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits
A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay
Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart
The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed
On Sunday morn the two Marys
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim
In times where eyes are fixated at your sins,
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards.
When pointing fingers nobody really wins,
there's no joy in being defamed and slandered.
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins,
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned.
Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle,
hard hearts will laugh with insults that belittle.
Afraid of exposure honest souls retreat,
when their character's stereotyped by lies.
Frenemies hide behind a mask of deceit,
their envy is an embarrassing disguise.
Decline the pedestal they place on your feet
emancipate from enslavements that chastise.
Stay clear from those who act like a spirit thief,
growth from ignoring spite gives you self belief.
With blood on the line
He's sent down deep into an abyss
By his chosen true deeds
All trusted allies
With blood on the line
He's been defamed
Hell infringing upon his days
He melds, yeah, he's made
Unto him who listens amiss
Like a river wouldn't flow aback
He's been done hard about
He's back, yeah back and stronger
With blood on the line
Like a ragged-fine linen
He's battered and tattered
By his precious chosen corner
An industrious pain duly inflicted on him
Hard and wise he acclimatized
Like a wronged beast he'll surely devour
A one, and two at the mountain's shore
Life is weak still strengthened with evil
A number of human is but the devil
Grace is gracious to break him free
Thus his come back against the villain
It was summer time, a time for planting and reaping
and when it came to my dad well he could make that garden sing
He spent hours nurturing his plum tomatoes, while I his offspring
could only admire his patience, dedication and caring from afar.
An immigrant of Italy he knew everything there was to know
about big fat juicy tomatoes. He knew they needed time to grow,
and I knew there was a little humor to be had here, in toe.
"Dad, how long will it be before we see our first tomato?" I asked
" Oh not for a while" he answered, then the sun suddenly flashed
Time for a little fun in the sun I thought, off to the store I went
came back with a big fat tomato. I hung it on the plant with some
twine then called him over with an eager voice
"Look dad we got our first tomato, isn't it great ! " I exclaimed
he investigated with a grin, soon my lie had been defunct, defamed
that was a summer when it rained and rained and rained,
we got lots of tomatoes that year, and most of them we canned.
What I never will forget, is the love in my father's eyes,
every time he smiled like that, I was always left with a feeling,
that I had just won the gold prize.
My name defamed, my soul is bruised.
With no proof I’m falsely accused.
My accuser’s believed today.
Lord heal my aching soul I pray.
My soul’s innocent has no shame.
I did not do what they all claim.
How do I disprove what they say?
Lord heal my aching soul I pray.
Cease hate and persecution too.
Let them see the harm they all do.
Trusting the lies she has to say.
Lord heal my aching soul I pray
Giving thanks
for insight
outside normal space
grows more grace
than taking from fertile Earth
without gratitude
thoughtless everyday attitude.
We give thanks
gathered here today
for all God's edibles
and ornaments
surpassing even sacred platitudes,
obscure beatitudes.
I give thanks
for this our timeless gathering
of family
proclaimed, not defamed
together more holy felt
than severed when apart.
Taking from Earth
without gratitude
heartless attitude
slow grows groaning grace,
our disturbing pace
within this silent pause
this sacred space
for giving thanks.
May we be so
Togathering this sacred space
for sufficient time,
healing all unwelcome severance.
Santa Claus, Babbo Natale, whatever you choose to call him these days, in the hearts of many he was never defamed.
Yes, he rides his sleigh on Christmas spirit, fueled by the Northern lights.
Nine special reindeer with 4 toes on each foot,
prance around at night with a glowing red nose full of soot.
He wears a white trimmed jacket of velvet and fur
and when he flies across the moon, it's like a blizzard, a big fat blur.
Chimney drops, present tucks, by the time he leaves,
there really isn't anything to sweep...
A glass of milk a cookie or two, then off to bed for a fortnight sleep
While there across the midnight sky, Santa gives a
ho ho ho and a wink on the sly
Yes, he rides his sleigh each Christmas Eve for all the hearts that wait,
while Christ is readying for His blessed birth,
he Santa, is always waiting at the gate.
dimitri korchenski commander ukraine, leading the dammed some men so defamed
Crimes against children as honour to them, sewer frequenters bad tidings bad ends..
No strangers to torture, self glory.. Gory matters it's plain, plain knowledge my friends.'
Yet theres such a world of deception, in mainstream media and what it pretends.'
Evolution changes
the mind of man
All insight martyred
for wider scans
The magic filtered
as books proclaim
What facts uncover
and time disdains
Evolution fosters
a weakened soul
Each process stifled
the gist untold
Forever whittled
in narrow canes
Tomorrow empty
—the past defamed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
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