Long Affiliation Poems
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No matter
our quirks;
idiosyncracies
No matter
our likes
or dislikes
No matter
our differences;
commonality
No matter
our virtues
or vices
No matter
the pigmentation
of our skin
No matter
our national origin
or culture
No matter
our facial features
or how we dress
No matter
our religion
or political affiliation
No matter
what language we speak;
our accents--domestic or foreign
No matter
what we're for
or against
No matter
what name
we call God
we should never
lose sight
of ONE thing...
We are the human race.
HIS PEARL
So much happening in my making,
the toss and turning, and painstaking,
The heights of troubles
so breathtaking;
for His glory my remaking
Walking the ocean floors of humiliation
Those who once cared, no longer want affiliation
Hearing the mocking conversations
Unspoken gestures, more pronounced isolation.
Examining my own heart,
putting myself in their shoes,
If I were them, which thoughts would I choose?
The deliberate silence to ensure an sure irritation,
then the gift of a forced smile,
for the entire duration
Resisting to envy or be jealous over countless years
Degradation paving the way, of the tracks of my tears.
Making certain to air a graciousness
through their compassionate seethe,
Until my tumultuous cries break through
to the point I can’t breathe.
Then suddenly my whole world has new meaning to me
As in an instant I am living the life I believed.
My promised season finally here, Joseph’s dreams coming true.
No longer dying in a cave, everything made new.
I am the daughter of the King, set apart from the world,
With sands of time and tribulations, God made me His pearl
Was for the purpose, the great commission,
so that I’d never forget,
Who I was meant to be, from who I wasn’t yet.
Let my story be a lesson, when God have made you the head,
Those looking down on you today,
will soon look up instead.
God is making you into a diamond or pearl,
What He will surely do for you,
He’s already done for this girl.
FOR THE ABRAHAM ACCORDS AND ISRAELI PEACE .
FOR BOOSTING THIS ECONOMY FOR ALL,
FOR KEEPING US OUT OF WAR.
FOR THAT WONDERFUL INVITATION TO YOUR SPECIAL INAUGURAL BALL!
PEOPLE LIKE ME, ARE TERRIBLY HATED.
BUT, SO ARE YOU , YOU DID FAR TOO WELL.
AND SO THE MEDIA, SEES TO IT THAT YOU ARE BERATED..
TILL THE LAST MOMENT, THEY WANT YOU TO BURN IN HELL.
YOU ALWAYS CALLED IT LIKE IT WAS!
THIS DROVE CITIZENS UTTERLY CRAZY,
THEIR HEADS ARE FULL OF FUZZ.
THEY WON'T BE HAPPY TILL YOU ARE DEAD AND PUSHING UO DAISIES!
HONESTY HAS NO PLACE IN WASHINGTON.DC,
HAVE TO KISS ____, AND BE BEHOLDEN ON YOUR KNEES!
THANK YOU FOR KEEPING FREE SPEECH OPEN TO ALL.
GO IN PEACE, WHILE WE TRY TO STAY FREE, I ASK GOD, PLEASE.
PANAGIOTA ROMIIOS
~TEAM TRUMP~
** I AM AWARE OF THE HATRED HERE FOR YOU! AND ME.
NONETHELESS, I WISH PRESIDENT BIDEN, THE BEST.**
AMERICA FIRST...PARTY AFFILIATION IS YOUR CHOICE.
MORE LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING NEEDED.
LESS DESTROYING LEADERS...OF ANY COUNTRY,
(Dedication: For men and women of goodwill
everywhere, regardless of spiritual practice or
religious affiliation -- on this Vesak Day.)
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Glimpse stillness deeply and follow your heart;
Linger on sure breath with conscious control;
Intuit more clearly as awareness starts;
Meet both life and death with right action bold.
Play beyond feeling where no thoughts can go;
Subtle knowing sums where knowledge sees blur;
Enlightenment springs from creative flow.
Note soul's sure outcome as Spirit now stirs;
Indulge from within a deeper knowing;
Reach for a pure touch that lights the darkness;
Voice hints yet unseen in precious feeling;
Awake to sure nudge that floods awareness.
Now watch your fond glimpse indulge compassion;
Align steadfast dream in righteous action.
Leon Enriquez
13 May 2014
Singapore
Some things in life we face with gratification and anticipation,
Tho' other events we eye with trepidation and frustration!
For instance, we look forward to that long-awaited vacation,
But a visitation to the dentist we approach with hesitation!
A preacher pounds the pulpit preaching the merits of salvation.
Alas, his flock anticipates the potluck, ignoring his exhortation!
Most folks strive to live a moral life to avoid eternal damnation,
Hoping to dwell in the Promised Land upon their expiration!
Folks are smitten with admiration for a new administration,
But forsake party affiliation when faced with inflation and taxation!
Dreamy-eyed brides look forward to their wedding celebration,
Tho' grooms may have second thoughts about such an obligation!
New recruits are engrossed with the recruiter's orientation,
But learn all too late that it was just so much obfuscation!
Some desire a military career but soon come to the realization,
That it requires lots of perspiration with paltry compensation!
Workers look forward to retirement after a ho-hum occupation,
To fulfill their aspiration of procrastination and relaxation!
Whether we confront it with exhilaration or abject exasperation,
'Tis a phenomenal phenomenon, this thing called anticipation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
1/27/21
"Styrofoam"
It's not hormones, testosterone
Or Pheromones
I was at the crossroads
Moved towards what was familiar or unknown
Never did any good to postpone
I can really feel it in my bones
Nearby all these Madrones
Time has shown
In and out of all these biomes
The elements shaping the land and stones
Hung up the phone
Then came the dial tone
I've sinned, and I've atoned
I regressed, and I have grown
Sippin’ out of Styrofoam
In and out of different tidal zones
Had to get it on my own
It almost always was homicide if their was a broken Hyoid bone
It was always kept a secret or widely known
They're really focused on drones
And clones
Yet they also want to continually probe
And spy on the entire globe
Was close to the cosmos
As well as the locker of Davy Jones
From here to Nome
Always been a rogue
After the motherlode
Sometimes I was on paved streets, or often I was on dirt roads
Staying composed
Solving problems with or without the use of codes
Before the doors are closed
Meanwhile, people still having continual episodes
Got it done smoothly, or I just bulldozed
Those
That attempted to oppose
And stick their nose
Into my business, that's a no
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
Took them out with the undertow
Quickly they sunk below
Or by going blow for blow
A.K.A. Toe to toe
The same could be said for many, including so and so
The flesh and organs beginning to decompose
Food for insects, vultures and crows
It's not a hoax
Did the least or I did the most
Put it out there or was a ghost
Got it done easily or cut it close
It's gross
Far too often was comatose
Because I overdosed
Couldn't stop myself, or follow advice from my folks
I know, what a joke
Even though I've been woke
I couldn't stop my addictions, or say "Adios!"
More than just words being wrote
It'd do you some good to take note
Humans at each others throats
Quick to gloat
And to go right for the throat
Especially over your affiliation and how you vote
I either did or didn't have a rain coat
Humans quick to find a scapegoat
We either were or were not in the same boat
Stood sturdy like an oak
Behind continual clouds of smoke
And enough alcohol to make a moat
So that a boat could stay afloat
Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.
Repugnant yet intriguing, a redundant singularity,
fabrications of fortified, fraudulent self-deception,
blocks and blocks of suffocating, vapid vanity,
I endured the bland boredom like an endless inquisition.
All history, all memory was recklessly strip-mined away.
Barren of lore, fat men rode loud, smelly power mowers
belching oil over manicured lawns with access to the highways.
Insular castles in the air, the tributes to white flight silently cowered.
Everyone tried to grin with toothpaste commercial smiles.
Everyone tried flaunting success with Chevrolet Bel Air fins
and backyard swimming pools, barbeque pits, or patio tiles.
Success was a charade hiding deep, wounded chagrins.
This was the sterile zeitgeist of a secretive colonization,
where everyone was living in Thoreau’s quiet desperation,
where in desolation and despair, every heart lay resigned,
where perverse platitudes and euphemisms numbed the mind.
This microcosm where all communal convictions were taken,
where the broken edges of confident affiliation never awakened,
where commodified adorations formed the language of thrill,
where a busyness cluttered every weary mind like a noisy drill.
I grew up among the monotony; I was devoured by the beast,
this juncture of moment and place, its pain has never ceased.
The Great American Make-Believe, for Bobby and Sue.
These property lines were the racial entitlement of a few.
Some recast this age as Great America, craving a narcotic,
but ennobling these glib, obdurate neighborhoods is ironic.
The Great American Make-Believe, for Richard and Nicole,
concealed the dejected anguish, searching for a soul.
THE TENSED ENVIRONMENT.
Hurdles come in between
My teaching and preaching
About keeping and maintaining
The beauty of my horizon.
Little did I know
That my thoughts were unknown
To my users whom I bestowed
My body and soul.
I have been trying everything within me
To make them understand what I mean
But they all seem to be numbs and indeed
A caricature of failure and mischief.
Only if they could feel
All that I experience and see
Due to their impelling deeds
Destroying the span of my fit.
My eyes bleeds tears
My mouth murmurs fear
That I might lose the care
My users promised to share.
All they think of is to struggle
To gain all what they can handle
Forgetting I am facing the hurdles
Which is entangled in their struggle.
I just wish the next generation
Will for the sake of affiliation
Use my already grotesques condition
In a way I will be full of admiration.
AFFILIATION TO WHOSE LAW
If I was law unto myself
What would I be?
Where would I go?
What would I say?
Would I in such a way
Be free?
Or be shown a dark
And narrow path,
Which would purposely
Divert my way?
Would it excite me,
To greet each day
With confidence,
That my every deed
My every word, would
Like a sunshine ray,
Light up my being,
Console my need?
Would I enjoy to grip
Reality and face
War and love and hate,
All on my own,
It seems a lonely trip
The solitude of being alone!
Being a law only onto myself,
Would enable to keep the key
To live my life,
I'd choose to never
Have to strife,
For precious little time
We have,
In this fast moving train
Insane,
Happiness, sorrow and pain
Melt into one!
But being a solitary soul
Could be exploited
By one and all,
Should I succumb to a
World that’s disunited,
And steadily begin
My downwards fall!
What must I do,
Live according
To my own law,
A great many think
That this is wrong,
To be or not to be,
Which decision has
The flaw?
I don’t want either
I keep telling me,
The answer becomes clear,
Only with His Law
Will I be strong!
Don’t add me to some country if you can
Affiliation of the small to something big
Is not my thing, I’m only what I am
Not greater than I was, and used to be
Don’t mix me with the current politicians
Do not expect that I would stage a coup
I was an artist but I lacked ambition
I do not paint since twenty twenty two
There are much better artists whose conception
Is in someway akin to realism
I don’t belong to that most popular direction
My art is something like anachronism
Nobody buys it anyway, and I can’t sell
The world appears more stupid every day
Dear Lord up there, can you stop this hell
This boring hell, with endless games to play
The devils part became way more expanded
Than it was meant to be in your dividing plan
Return me to my home, for here I’m stranded
Bring back to life my love and me again.