ANOTHER JULY 4TH FLASHBACK:2026
A 250 years historical celebration:
The emancipation of one group;
The near extinction of one group;
The centuries of slavery for another:-
Such a historical celebration
Of all we blessed three can only
Collectively be deemed a day of joy
In and through celebrating Amazing Grace:-
Thus let us all in celebrate the reality
That though we’re not where we should be
And though we have yet a way to go to get there
Praise God almighty we’re not where we once where:-
LIFE’S JUXTAPOSED TIME
My time being here waxed;
My time remaining here wanes:
Life’s juxtaposed time.
OF US AND TODAY’S JUXTAPOSED REALITY
The United States,
Separate and unequal?!
Democracy claimed:
Droned juxtaposed politics,
Claiming its profound greatness!
Injustice rising,
The nation, falling apart;
Bigotry reaping:-
We’re told to love it or leave:
Rather than fight against it:-
Where true love abides,
War and injustice can’t be:
Only, peace and love:-
Let us be as rooted trees,
Branches fruiting equity:-
Let us save our home:
Where love is, bigotry leaves,
And unity grows.
Let’s be the home of the brave,
And a land of peace and love:-
JUXTAPOSED
Standing either side of a door that is closed
One might feel the other, just an inch away
As two hearts that appear to be juxtaposed
Just a whispered word, that the other might say
Would be enough, despite the obstructed view
Perhaps a touch must wait for another day
Feelings both felt and expressed, are ever true
Love permeates even the grain of the wood
But with a locked door, what can one ever do
Wanting to break it down, if one only could
To restore that sense of being together
Just the one time when face to face, was so good
Fearing separation may be forever
A linking of minds that neither will sever
Junco
Just another bird you say
Juxtaposed to other birds unfair
Jettison your prejudices
Join with other ornithologists
Judging the Junco on its own merits
Jubilantly this little bird thrives
Joyfulness in its tiny song
A summer rain falling,
Fierce winds blowing hard;
Ping-pong hale pounding:-
Shortly thereafter,
The rain and wind are no more;
Sun's back...thunder roars:-
Nature can be weird,
Sharing her thunderstrom treats
On a summer day
Fabricated coast, they arranged a brigade
Aggregated to oppose, braving the waves
Saturated stones, awaiting decay
Exaggerated to juxtapose,
The real contained by the fake.
Professing control, they replaced the coast
Repressing the flow, sustained only to erode
Acquiescing the blows, an unstable repose
Depressing the both, the wave and the stone.
Youth told me
What a joy it is
To meet with greets
And smiles and cheers
All the way on the streets
And everywhere else
You walk on
Just because
The body that holds you
Is young and firm enough
To please!
What a joy indeed
To be treated
As a most prized and precious jewel
To be offered drinks, and to be made to laugh over
Silly but warm jokes!
What a joy
To be given attention, even
From those whom you deem as being strangers!
Old age looks on
And says
Enjoy it all while you can
For
What a tragedy it is
To be ignored
But heeded only for issues
Like religion and spirituality
Or for money matters
Simply because
The body that carries you
Has drooped and has wrinkled
To such an extent that
It becomes obvious
That you won't please anyone!
Sky aloft
Birds in flight
Through clouds white
Dots of light
Lovely sight
Out a frog
From the bog
Met a dog
Friends on jog
Both agog
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death
does not discriminates; how good
and pleasant it would be; if so did we, living
life.
The Creator became the creation
He chose a virgin womb to be born
It's something beyond our imagination
How the Emmanuel became a child forlorn
The Divine Architect was born in a manger,
The Beginning and the End, His life was brief
With no place to lay His head, like a stranger
The Saviour of the world was hung like a thief
The Bread of Life once was hungry for a meal
The Righteous Lord was unjustly tried
The Light of the world's last hours were a dark deal
The Truth, accused by witnesses who lied
The High Priest became the sacrificial Lamb
Wounded to heal us, His life was taken,
Blamed to pardon us, He remained dumb
The Son of God, by His Father forsaken,
The Lion of Judah and Lamb of God is He
The Door, He was sealed inside the cave
The Resurrection and the Life, died for you and me
The Chief Cornerstone was buried in the grave
The True Vine gave Himself for His branches
The Good Shepherd died to show us the Way
The Author and Finisher of our faith is Jesus
He vanquished death and is alive today.
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25.9.16
Dog upon my lap
Cat purring in the corner
Goldfish swims in bowl
how much that you know never let your enemy know let him think he knows
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"Sky's eyebrows
white on blue
juxtaposed...
tears wave to
wash away
pain on cue"
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~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Give me a piece of your body
before you go.
A tooth, a nail, a curled hair.
A relic, my sadness wants to keep.
By your absence I will live
in the bones of tangled bodies,
who were shot down on their tracks
under the sun, eyes apart.
The trembling does not stop.
Bread loaves were lying uneaten.
Wailing rises, reaching a crescendo.
Blood splattered soil, my hands collect
for god, to show a dirty game,
when I meet him as a witness.
Wanting to know, why not the right to live
was the most sacred thing?
SATISH VERMA
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