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Confused
Eternal God showed me a private revelation
A baby angel appeared to me in my room
Saw me standing and looking at him
He said to “Tell the priest that the babies are safe in heaven
God wants to give women
Cance [On the left ear]
Choice [On the right ear]
To save themselves”
What am I supposed to do
Told my spiritual director
Till now, nothing is happening
Does Eternal God says that aborting is okay
When will Eternal God speak to me again
Well He does not provide audible voice
He’s very careful with what my Psychiatrist will tell me
He just reminded me that “Reverence is for the Righteous”
Respect is morally right
With my Father Christ and Mother Mary
Don’t know what to do
"Have you seen the Ultimate Paradox,
The popular movie show?
The movie is playing everywhere,
Let us leave the kids and go."
"This show, man, has everything,
'Tis good for bodies today-
If it's physical they do it,
'Tis pleasurable in every way."
"There are bodies that make love,
And bodies that just play-
Yet, everybody indulges
In a pleasure-seeking way."
"This picture lasts a lifetime
In a body's world, that is,
Which lasts about a second
In the Life we all must live."
"So come now do not tarry,
The fun 'tis 'bout to start.
No, bodies do not marry-
The soul is torn apart."
"Lo! Look at all those bodies-
Look at what they do!
I will have to supress my guilt,
This cannot be true!"
"Ah, 'tis better now it seems,
But what, my God, is this?
Aborting little bodies!
Boo and hiss, hiss!"
"Oh, in this I have no say?
Okay, my mouth is shut,
But pardon me for thinking,
What's gained by talking smut?"
"This is the part so gory-
And why pray tell they fight?
Some think this stuff be pleasure?
I pity their poor plight."
"Ah, these objects of desire
Are pleasing to the eyes!
But underneath the makeup,
A snare in human guise!"
"And this is just the same things
Being done all over again.
Pardon me for leaving,
But enough for me, my friend."
"These bodies will not last,
They grow old, tired, and worn-
The pleasure would grow old,
So shallow and full of scorn."
"I am off to another show,
'Tis called Everlasting Life-
My spirit is the real star,
I hope to lose my strife."
Supporting killing children
they will never ever get my vote again
when you abort a baby
your aborting God from your life
Non-christian parties
now they manifest in our country
protect the eight and democracy our freedom
Any party that supports death as a way forward
has lost my vote forever more
and I am not alone in this opinion in protecting our eight
to keep democracy safe and real
not infiltrated by foreign demons
Turning away from the commandments is a poor state of play
twisting every good value and deed pretending to care
offering choice a word that was given from above as a server
Pro killers I call anyone
who supports these doctor Shipphams
every soul has the right to live
Funny how good values has become the silent facts altered
people are afraid to be real and voice the truth as having the highest value
What kind of clown government calls a referendum
to remove certain protections at the cost of over 25 million
better they kept our country as is and house real problems
Beginning with the homeless and show caring compassion
rather than squander the money promoting sin
True Irishmen and Women would turn in their graves
they each and every one would lay their life down for their children
not murder them as this country needs to awaken
freedom has been removed bit by bit
this shedding blood is inhumane
it's time we stand in numbers for God
He is the chariot of our light
Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...
Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth
zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially
robbing, stunting, tormenting
unrelentingly vitality wrenching,
why xyst, zapping assiduousness,
begetting, crushing, destroying essential
fortitude, generating grievousness,
hellacious intractable joylessness,
kneading loneliness, murdering nascent
opportunistic potential, quiet, reserved,
timid, untested voiceless x years,
zilch accomplishments, boyhood
cheated, dieted, extremely famished,
gifted hirsute heir, ill, jettisoned
kippered lunkhead mealy mouthed,
nerdy, outlier psychologically quartered,
repressed self, tamped universal vitality,
withheld Xmas yearnings, zapped
animalistic basic cravings, denied
endeavoring fulfillment, gouged hole
inside, jawboned, kept lid mentally,
nixed opportunities, pronouncedly
quarantined, rabidly snatched tasting
ultimate vibrant x2c, yanked zipline,
aborting bequeathed capacity depriving
eats, forever ghosting hated individual,
jackknifing, kickstarting livingsocial
mortgaged, never ordained physical
quests, ruined self, thoughtfulness
vanquished, worthiness Xrayed,
yabadabadoo zone agitated
beyond crafting development,
executed firstrate glorious human,
impounded jailed kindred love,
manifested nebbish, obliged pleasing
quirky ridiculous travesty, unleashed
vapid wretchedness, xyz, attempted
bizarre concoction, decoding
essentially fruitless, go head issue
joker kick.
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
How might capitalism
and egocentric competitive allies
of patriarchalism
racism
sexism
monoculturalism
totalitarianism
binary double-standardism
anthropocentrism
remind us of which competitive communication weapons
develop further violently aggressive apartheid?
And which regenerate gratitude
for cooperative
co-passionate communication tools,
both verbal and non-verbal,
for growing multiculturally resilient social capital?
contextual rightbrain intuitively felt
both/and nuanced
dipolar co-arising left/right
bicameral intelligence.
Which of your green ecofeminist allies
share your active curiosity
and passion for issues
of healthy democratic empowering Trust?
universal,
so not divided or divisive,
unitarian
unable to passively accept
aborting tolerance,
or to explicitly intend
to collaborate with evil,
instead to comply
with win/win cooperative living systems
resiliently accommodating long-term health concerns
anticipated for our next seven regenerations
of social capital wealth.
Too often we become fascinated
with persuading our non-allies
how not only different
but more right we have become
in our old established
entrenched rightwing
v leftwing ways
perhaps because we cannot remember,
when ego's healthy survival
feels at heartless stake,
multiculturally depolarizing conversations
invite both/and responsiveness
more than either/or debate.
Critically nuanced thinking/feeling dialogue,
essential to non-violent communication resonance,
speaks of chosen people
only after deeply listening
for muted voices of non-privileged
disenfranchised species
without competitive capitalist privilege
derived from patriarchally historical
leftbrain dominant verbal minds
still actively curious
about rightbrain's integral tolerance
for being of underestimated value
becoming non-violent communicators
shunning retributive, punishing judgments
preferring to celebrate
with joyous win/win resistance
embracing compassion's great
healthy nonscorched Earth resilience
restoring green empowered peace
serenely blue surfing
seasoned light
of EarthMatriotic
revolutionary
revolving
evolving healthy resilient justice.
Some pretty brown birds nesting on a tree
Prank frequently at my other room balcony
Apparently, they were once the main culprits
Of messing it up, bringing a variety of leaves and twigs
They also build thin nests behind my air conditioner
When an egg drops, they may reckon I’m aborting their daughter
One day, I wondered what had sprouted on the floor
At a grimy nook, not quite far from my door
When I looked closely, I was so skeptical
It was a great masterpiece of these clever winged pals
I was so certain that it was not a moss or a grass
But a vine bearing flowers with pretty purple petals
After a week, it revealed exuberantly itself
A lush vine of string beans, I didn’t sow by myself
Was it dropped by those birds or sowed by an invisible elf?
Oh, if it has grown taller than my room, I must have cried for help!
As it crawled and climbed up to the balcony wall
In fascination, I deigned not to ask questions anymore
It climbed up freely to a wall’s faucet as its sturdy trellis
And feasts proudly, spreading its huge and verdant leaves
In tandem was the bearing of its long string bean fruits
Heavily laden, their numbers had no hints – that was a bird’s hoot
I harvested thrice while my smiles were all in glints
And had a delicious vegie salad twice from my lovely magic bean
My last harvest was meant for the next crops
I took all beans from the fruits just for drying up
The brilliant brown birds will no longer need to drop
New seedlings from their magic beans are now growing in pots
I thanked those kind creatures for the magic beans they’ve given
Growing them in my concrete room balcony was like a dream
It wasn’t a fairytale at all, I’ve already given myself a pinch
And my balcony even magically turned into a mini vegie garden
Jan. 31,2015 11.15pm
By: LG
-This is a true story: an experience last July, 2014
First Place
Contest: Magic Beans
Judged: 2/14/2015
Sponsor: My all time favourite and loving poet sis, PD
I AM B A B Y
"Mama I'm not a man, but I can,
Tell you things
You'd be surprised
What kind of guy I am
Been here, (I'm near) before
Talk bout aborting me;
Couldn't see pass the leaves on the trees
What's wrong wit me,
Why? don't you want me,
(guess you shouldn't done what you did)
without God man yourself and sexual intercourse,
I wouldn't have a voice
This wasn't my choice,
Doctor marveled at me,
Shut the door what are you waiting for
Have your rest
Why? don't you want me,
(guess you shouldn't done what you did)
But remember this
I'm the new growth
You'd be surprised
What kind of guy I am
Been here, (I'm near) before
Talk bout aborting me;
And I should be birthed
I didn't have a choice
This all for me
can't you see
I am
Baby"
05/05/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
You don't know your gender while confusing pronouns
any opposing view must be shouted down
You learn sex education from drag queens
while believing Christianity is obscene
Excuse for communism it was never done right
only your generation will solve that plight
Sell your soul for gun control claiming to save life
while aborting babies brings you a sick delight
Anything you ever want must be for you free
white people are responsible for all misery
Being Green is your god
supporting globalism the poor it robs
You'll never get married or have children of your own
bitter hateful and angry you'll die alone
Violent rioting and looting you burn down and torch
the neighborhoods and business you claim to support
Disband the police and don't punish crime
while imprisoning political opposition is fine
Don't want borders or have American pride
would be happy if America would died
No liberty no law no rights or constitution
sell your freedom eagerly like prostitution
Wanting A. I . to rule you gladly
to be reduce as a human battery
Global warming is a religion to you
Green policies starve and pollute
Grooming children to destroy family
Being serfs in a ruined economy
You will always be depressed and in a slump
Because in 2024 America re-elects President Trump.
My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child
because I'll not allow it to run free and wild
Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I want to fly free!"
"You're not ready," I whisper. "Put your trust in me."
It cried, trying to hold on to its pregnant dreams
blaming me for aborting expressive rhyme schemes
"Ask your muse to find more decorous selections."
On her advice, I began to make corrections.
I purged all the rhetoric and made a new start
resulting in the birth of a sonnet with heart
I danced for freedom I'd granted to my verses
No longer do I hear the yowling of curses
I will continue to write with a pliant quill
and an open mind with the ink I choose to spill