Sown and scattered..Rich to yeild.' By Teachings of Yeshua
You may be healed.' You may be guided.' You may speak
His Word..Let go of religion, Shout in faith be heard.' I
Have often been mocked, derided and even scorned.' One example i said the 'words of the prophets are written on the
Sub-way walls..Oh no they are not.' They are only in the Bible ' And he assured me his view' was far more reliable ' Yet
Let it not be true' I had not claimed the Bible to br false.' Can't
The two co-exist? Part of the whole.' that can't be missed.'
I accept both.' As one in the same.' Of God our Father.' He
Is always the same.'
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
Her face showed freshness of a fecund lea,
Inviting eyes lured me then to explore,
Her bosom conveyed warmth that was friendly,
Lighthouse-like beckoning to come ashore.
Each tiny cell of her anatomy,
Derided by the wise as mortal flesh,
And deemed Maya, if not an enemy,
Posed, why such rare beauty be scorched to ash.
Let all the wisdom warn of beauty’s blight,
I still in life’s splendid things would believe,
Let all keep philosophy’s vague delight,
I fall for beauty’s charm, let it deceive,
And love to kiss its lowly dust on death
To keep alive in loveliness my faith.
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Sonnet | 01.04.2014, revised March 2025 |
Note: Beauty is only skin deep, and if one were to scrape a shade below (forget the sub atomic levels), the scene could be quite nauseating. Beware of beauty’s blight, old wisdom says. It is all illusive Maya. This sonnet nevertheless says: let me keep my illusion and faith in loveliness.
Tied up
Condemned to death
Cursed
Spat on
Guilty of being alive
No escape
Fugitive of life
Slave to desires I'll never get
Beaten
Bruised
Forgotten
Cast in the deepest cage
Loud cheers
Happy faces
Denigrating stares
Scourged
Ridiculed
Scorned
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Chided
Derided
Covered in sores
Noose around my neck
One
Two
Third
Cut.
Stalwart Artz Burkhardt, a tackler of problems, it was right At the heart.. Of how as a professional he did his work; luminary.'
In the face of an epidemic; He did not shirk.' He organised
Fifteen cadavers to autopsy and re-search, the result of injections he set to work.' He knew the innocent bodies could not lie.' Yet
As he began, the 'drainstream media' however gave a strong
Try.' His findings of vascular damage in at least fourteen.'
Was disparaged and derided..There was no appetite it seems.' To search for veracity, the science; real truth so it
Was not published.' The guy was cancelled forsooth.) Then
(There was the accident?) That robbed him of life.' Though
At 79 he was quite strong, thats not denied now the results
Of his findings he put down they are stored ' R F K if you Access them.' You can face down the hordes.' Coupled with
Data from registerd elmbalmers, it should frame.? A better
Case against the invective of those, who would you defame!
Does anyone have the conception
that I'm disconnected from reality,
so fearful to face more hardships?
All I do is filling up spaces with words,
they fit perfectly to make me feel easy:
it's awful to be judged with contention!
Am I someone so selfish to be derided by jesters
for choosing a hideout from the internal chaos?
Who praises himself to be a perfect in all he does
and says has achieved none besides foolishness!
Most of us adapt the mentality of the unwise,
thinking that the quicker we climb the ladder,
the better we reach our status to earn a merited price;
should all take an unexpected turn, we'll pull our hair!
Does evrybody blame me for filling spaces with words?
they have lifted me in dire times and helped me cope;
and the few who couldn't, committed suicide by the rope:
I thank Heaven I still breathe life and travel more roads.
Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border
Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where
Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and
The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of
A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of the mayor and his servants.
Waiting to be spent, on the next stage of their journey up
From a city of tents, it makes grim reading i'd say from
What I've heard..Seems like the everyday Americans are
Being driven out like a herd..Now I think i've come across that
Term before.? Like in a plan oft derided.' Gets me wondering even more.
On what has really been decided.??
Everything said, everything thought and done
is stored in the subconsciousness of a memorable tune;
a whole life was spent in search of gratification,
of that sweetheart to convert this restless dreamer
to love, to show his amorous and changeless affection
in ways that eloquently expressed the exquisite art of lover!
Does love surpass all miracles doubtingly conceived
in the credulous mind, expecting thrills and kisses
in form of heavenly bliss, or a fulfillment of greed?
The wisher of resonant allusions was entirely convinced
to succeed with his cunning by offering petty gifts
to entrap the feeblest heart used to sweet whispers!
Who loves the drama of a tragic end in any somber narrative?
Of course, the joker with a hilarious and derisive laughter!
Does he care that what he says is no offense to provoke anger
in the jeering crowd that mocks him for being insensitive?
My honor was fairly, amply given and adamantly received,
I have left no murmuring lips in suspense; dear Heaven: my honesty
wasn't derided but perceived well and sealed in their endeared memory!
Precious inamorata, love surpasses all miracles as mine did!
Prophesies by seers may be derided and prophets may be lampooned. But time may prove them right" By Poet.
There was none to listen to him.
His words were like:
-A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks.
-The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night.
-The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry.
-The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners.
His words sounded meaningless,
to a world that spoke a different tongue.
With no receptacle, his words like heated waters
evanesced into vapour and billowed upwards,
like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds.
One day it rained down,
quite unexpected…….
with thunder and lightning!
To live non-affirming
to live not at all
To hide in the shadows
and creep down the hall
To live uncommitted
new doubts to contend
All time intermittent
repressed till the end
To live without friendship
alone on the rock
A wandering echo
reflections that mock
To live undecided
with doubt your best friend
a future derided
—the present pretend
(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
THRUST AND SLASH
A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt
For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld
Heated and tempered but it does not melt
Most blades are l straight and double sided
Easy to draw as the long blade is guided
To the old Eastern mind, such is derided
The Moorish influence is in Toledo still
With a special steel that is designed to kill
For fancier guardsmen it would fit the bill
A cutlass is curved with cupped brass guard
Designed for slashing when stabbing is hard
But need sharpening if the edge is marred
Knives however, like most daggers, are hid
An arm for a lady to grip, and quietly slid
Ready for determined action, as many did
Some thin to a point, as a poignard will do
But there are other places to find them too
As for a Scot in a sock, that’s a Skean Dhu
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Shadows of the past so dark, upon us now'
I note' and if you'll hark.? an image of anubis past
Will kiss the hand, of Britains caste
A geriatric and a pagan lover.
UK'S new king.' maybe the last?
The product of an ever absent mother
Gives creed to every kind of god; to smother.'
Drugs are rife, and sickness reigns
To the sound of raucous jubilant strains
Strands of reason, are derided its decided.!
The genus of image, shall it satisfiy us?
How deep we've sunk in this abyss
Embracing reason is frowned upon
Whilst we edifiy the greatest wrongs.'
I have decided to be more Christian
less anything else.
A tiny Jesus-voice,
or a bug inside my head has said:
'enough is frigging enough.'
Since Christians are derided, abused,
and killed without even a headline.
Since I am not 'saved' and don’t need to be,
since I will always stand for the
guy with the sweaty shirt collar,
the woman who has faith in her womb,
the dog under the fat man’s table
the individual not the rabble.
I have decided to join a church.
I am not going, just joining
no one needs to know,
it will be just my little chapel for one
and no one else.
And if some intellectual buffoon
with a simplistic degree in applied logic
derides my secret belief,
I will enlighten that pitiful person
with a curse horrid enough
to make the very devils-own blush.
An independent inventor, Stanley Meyer
Delved into his innate cauldron of genius
Thought ingenuously out-of-the-box
He’d revolutionize the automobile industry.
He claimed to have designed an engine
That he designated as the water fuel cell
Using the established principle of electrolysis
Of water making hydrogen, burnt to generate energy.
Although the concept in theory seemed feasible
Meyer couldn’t demonstrate that it really worked
Skeptics branded the claim pseudoscience and fraudulent
So, water as an engine fuel remained a myth.
Meyer’s innovative design interested some investors
His effort and idea upset the influential oil companies
It’s unclear if his untimely unusual death was connived
Or he actually succumbed to cerebral aneurysm.
Meyer failed to give the world unlimited supply of fuel
But he survives in mystery as a derided inventor.
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Reared in ruins,
& East London brick dust,
lard spread on bread.
My figure daubed
by days of oil and dirt,
a boy by railroad tracks -
wrong side.
Trains clattered past
pumping smutty fumes.
Once, a pretty girl
visited our tenement,
posh clothes,
(I mean, not rough flannel),
clean hands, neatly dressed.
We boys gawped, then
then derided.
we had no way to acknowledge
one so distant from our reality.
I told mother,
she just shrugged not understanding.
She was a lock-in woman
& expressed herself
as a long ignored dog would
when asked about
the meaning of life.
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