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Down I go.
On the paths of sheol again.
The rewards of death; my hands regain.
The wheels of the plow of righteousness; i forgot to maintain.
Being led into the desert,
I stagger like one under the influence.
All the while blinded by momentary pleasures.
A walk through the arid land with cold lifeless walls as my compass.
*Surely I have lost it*
These words my mind kept a fix on.
Regurgitating it while the devil's counsel slowly seeped in.
A 'sound advice', like Job's wife, the devil gave.
Urging me to totally quit.
A sweet ballad he played into my ears.
Telling me to embrace hedonism as my new religion.
For I would surely fail in living a perfect life.
He gave me examples.
Yes.
*Your righteousness is as s filthy rag before God*
The accuser of the brethren quoted this scripture for me.
I countered.
Reminding him that self righteousness accounted as sin before God.
Telling him of the uptmost essence of the Jesus's death and grace in salvation.
"No one is perfect"
These words the devil said in retort.
Quoting a popular quip which gave leeway for people to sin.
In despair,
I tried to counter.
For my Christian walk was filled with inconsistent up and down moments.
Like a touchlight with a failing battery,
The light of Christ within me flickered.
HE then came back.
Like a sharp clack amidst deep silence,
I heard His words.
That piercing word of life that erupted joyful tears in me.
For I was a washed out version of my former self.
*My grace is sufficient for you.*
*You have an advocate before the father who pleads your case.*
These words Jesus spoke to me in reply to the devil's condemnation.
*Look unto Jesus the author and finisher of your faith...*
This charge He gave me to cleanse me of all adulteration.
*There is therefore now no condemnation to them who are in Christ Jesus*
This fact He quoted to free me from all allegations.
*Seek ye first the kingdom of God and its righteousness...*
These words He gave to guide my future aspirations.
Once more I cling to the cross.
An abandonment of my fling with death.
A willing stone in the sling of Christ Jesus.
Ready to earn new trophies to bring to His feet.
Laying them down as He calls me a king too, being a joint heir with Jesus.
#Bashorun
I play golf as much as I can
while still thinking of my fellow man
I haven’t figured out the economy
because it puzzles me
still no recovery with the things I’ve done
oh well what the hell
as long as you can see my good intentions an I tried
that is what is most important to me
I’ve been accused of telling lies
how you figured me out that is a surprise
all of my promises I make don’t come true
I count on ABC, CBS & NBC to protect and cover my ass
and help me fool all of you
my enemies claim that I and my administration
are corrupt with scandals through and through
I challenge any of you to prove your wild allegations it if you can good luck
millions of people are out of work
Republicans keep saying I’m a jerk
to many people were working anyway
now they have more time to play
thanks to me and my socialist policy
I'm not a Christian but I do pray to my god Allah everyday
America’s been the leader of the free world for too long
it’s time we sing a different song
leading from behind is the song I sing
taking America down a notch or two is my thing
is what I believe I need to do
the military is to strong I believe that is wrong
that’s why I apologize every chance I get
for America’s atrocities as I see fit
when I Barack Hussein Obama was elected president
I was very very much surprised
because I never ever did anything to pay my dues
I was so unqualified I still don’t understand
how I was able to fool all of you
some of my constituents say I'm a narcissist
that is true now so let me salute all of you with my middle finger
all of my perks are great and life style to
playing golf and basketball is what I love to do
while the worlds troubles are in chaos boohoo
flying around in a great big plane
and living in a big mansion that's insane
but my wife still loves to complain
and all the millions of dollars I am able to
hide away for a rainy day
all the people around me
tell me every day how great I am
playing at President is the job for me
you may now get on your knee to worship me
I believe I have become a King you may also kiss my Muslim ring
those of you who disagree with me
and decide to take a pass then you can all kiss my black ass
Written by Dennis Davis
June 16th 2014
THE HAKIMI'S GAME
He is a professional player,
Plays properly for his Parisian payer.
Family travels & lives the Player.
Player invites a beautiful slayer.
She laid rape allegations against the Player.
Even Ramadan couldn't stop the Player
from dotingly detesting the stranger.
No gainsaying he probably hates her!
Is the acting accuser another player
obliviously trying to play on the Player?
The untold truthful tips are only a layer
beneath this whole brouhaha.
Player vehemently issues a flat denial.
Nonfictive tale; she plays Beverly Naya,
the professional Player plays for his payer.
It's a rigmarole of "Who's playing who?"
And "Who is playing the fool?"
The jury wished to be a seer,
to identify the player and the Player.
Despite the case being adjourned,
Mass madness of memes had turned.
'net bandwagon of jibes & jokes I joined.
The case is still unresolved for the Player.
No comments from his payer either.
Though the stranger might be a slayer
but she could also be the true player.
Then Player's wife jettisoned the game,
because the case remains the same.
It's game day, but she wants no games,
and heaved on him all the blames.
She files for divorce & leaves the Player,
surely this should make her wealthier.
Player finds no ease with his Spanish wife,
The turn of events is about to change his life.
The foreigner played the case as a forerunner
and played the foreigner's game with the Player.
50% of his sweat to be forfeited on a plater,
She designs to suck him alil' & live him bitter.
But he played his wife's game & beat her,
Oh boy! He just couldn't miss the sitter,
instead, he became boisterously better.
Court said Player had nothing in his account.
All the money? What he did was hack out
every penny into Mama's bosom.
If actions were humans, I'd say that's handsome.
He'd played out his cash before being played
by the slayer & his player whose plan is arrayed,
But Hiba Abouk ended up being played.
Now, her money to be shared is warily laid.
"Player" is played by the Player & fuels his fame.
Please don't hate the Player, hate the game.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Alliteration
Copyright ©? April 2023.
#thehakimisgame #sadiamouth #vickmanuelpoetry
Nascent pristine hopes sprout stealthily
from the submerged swamps of anxieties,
parched earth frets over consequences
to fuel naive hopes into realities of void
burdened with the clutter of aged promises,
fervent wind denies hope to flourish
effervescence of faith sustains the sapling.
I shiver at my failed encounters,
lost desires from broken promises;
you radiate truth with a divine Aurora
calming my perturbed oceans of scars,
soothing whispers dissolving delusions.
Your promise of a love that lasts forever
blooms with my infant hope born yet again
in my ancient orchard of disappointments,
perhaps hope is an everlasting promise too.
When my hallucinations overtake my existence
you bridge my fantasies with visible world
and fuse my bliss with your intuition.
Unfulfilled promises, superfluous allegations
in a world where none volunteers to be a promise.
You erase my hazy visions of torn pages
and color them with your dripping love.
Two parallel waves in unison moving forth
rising with crests and falling with troughs
merging in the tranquility of a shore afar
next to the ocean enchanted by seagulls
guiding my lost spirit in storms with your light.
My hopes have grown into a lush fir tree
swaying with your glistening smiles.
You become my universe peeking into imaginations
of my stories, melodies, musings at nights;
and when I return to reality you wait
with my sublime corner by your side,
my book of musings flourishes by your essence.
Perhaps humans should keep their promises,
I believe theirs too get fulfilled someday.
I smile every time the fir tree drenches me
dissolving the fragrance of musk-soaked love
in raindrops and snowflakes of your promise--
To be the love that retains the existence of
everlasting hope in this world-- your promise..
May 28, 2020
The Promise Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE Z,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Winner: Honorable Mention
Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse ... warm, palpable and slow ...
once slow to match this reckless spark in me,
this moon in ceaseless orbit I became,
compelled by wilder gravity to flee
night’s universe of suns, for one pale flame ...
for one pale flame that seemed to signify
the Zodiac of all, the meaning of
Love’s wandering flight past Neptune. Now to lie
in dawning recognition is enough ...
enough each night to bask in you, to know
the face of love ... eyes closed ... its afterglow.
The Insurrection of Sighs
by Michael R. Burch
She was my Shiloh, my Gethsemane;
she nestled my head to her breast
and breathed upon my insensate lips
the fierce benedictions of her ubiquitous sighs,
the veiled allegations of her disconsolate tears . . .
Many years I abided the agile assaults of her flesh . . .
She loved me the most when I was most sorely pressed;
she undressed with delight for her ministrations
when all I needed was a good night’s rest . . .
She anointed my lips with her soft lips’ dews;
the insurrection of sighs left me fallen, distressed, at her elegant heel.
I felt the hard iron, the cold steel, in her words and I knew:
the terrible arrow showed through my conscripted flesh.
The sun in retreat left her victor and all was Night.
The last peal of surrender went sinking and dying—unheard.
Star Crossed
by Michael R. Burch
Remember—
night is not like day;
the stars are closer than they seem ...
now, bending near, they seem to say
the morning sun was merely a dream
ember.
The State of the Art (?)
by Michael R. Burch
Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?
Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has passion been coerced?
Shall poetry fade slowly,
like Latin, to past tense?
Are the bards too high and holy,
or their readers merely dense?
There was hue...There was dew..
A lot of smiles...& some tears too...
Lot of friends....trusted enemies few...
Known to me was bliss and happiness...
And then there was You....
You walked in through the mystical light...
Full of blissful learning and pure delight...
I wished all harm be out of your sight...
I tried to help and be there with all my might...
You had many a story to tell.. ... lies shared little did i know..
One day all that i selflessly gave ...would be turned against my own soul...
I walked beside you in complete faith of all i was told....till God could take no more...
He stole the moments and tore me apart to maybe save and take control...
Why did the truth not come forth from you...i will never fathom...
When all i asked of you was simple facts..and never judged or held your heart for ransom...
In truth we could have served our noble cause...in it's pure light we could have stood so tall..
Why then did you not think to protect my heart...and let it in this well of lies fall..
Did you not but once stop and think of how i might feel...
When you realized all my spirit one day your untruth would steal...
For all the love and care i gave ... i got back a handful of allegations....
Enough to destroy my heart and soul and demolish all my aspirations...
Why i ask my angels did i deserve this humiliation...
So much strife , scathe , suffering and frustrations....
All i gave was undying care and genuine love...stood by you always...
Never did i let you down when needed..never did i walk away when your call heeded...
For all that was shared...Why wasn’t i spared....
To give me an ounce of honesty ..back i wish the person cared....
As life moves on...with some hurt and some hope too.....
As i try and remain to my life's purpose true....
I remember once i had my innocent heart and soul that believed in people and truth..
...And then there was You
Random Penning….Ruhi..
What people get to decide and validate other people by categorizing them? Is it the “good people,” the “rich people,” the “smart people…?”
I’m really just trying to understand something.
Who decides and what makes them relevant when we the people are all “Just People?”
Where did this come from and why is it still allowed in this day, age and time? We are singled out, casted out, separated, isolated, placed above, placed beneath, considered better than, considered less than, worthy, unworthy… all because of the labels that enables. Yes, the labels that are placed before the people to identify the people.
There are limitations and separations, allegations and discrimination, and for what, when we the people are all “Just People.”
We have been placed into this place by others who are also in the same place as us, meaning, they too are all “Just People.”
People, people, people - What kind of people you say?
Rich people, poor people, black people, white people, weird people, crazy people, happy people, sad people, mean, dumb and stupid people, ugly people, beautiful people, dirty people, clean, smart and gifted people, fat people, skinny people, strong people, weak people, crooked, bad and evil people, light skin people, dark skin people, lonely people, goofy, silly, fun people, homeless people, upper class people, lower class people, sick, lazy and tired people, less fortunate people, working class people, dependent people, independent people, handicap people, ordinary people... STOP - JUST STOP!!!
We the people are all “Just People” - people trying to make it, people growing, people loving, people enjoying life, people working hard, people learning, people praying…
We the people are all Just People of God and none of what this world labels us will matter when it’s time to get into Heaven.
We the people are all “Just People” who wanna be respected, treated equal, be loved, give love, live happily and live in peace, without a title, without a label, without being judged, without being criticized, harassed or mistreated.
Life shattered by the state
merciless and heavy handed...
It may seem as if a fate
threw you here to be stranded.
All alone with your sorrow,
with the grief stamped on your soul
for today and tomorrow,
with no person to console.
All alone in the crowd,
with contempt your life branding,
with your heart dressed in a shroud,
finding no understanding.
Separated from your child,
from your most dear creature,
by the beastly system wild
through a pitiless procedure.
Brutal system, unrelenting,
tearing families asunder,
a New Order it's cementing,
set to kill, destroy and plunder.
Set to throw accusations,
terror slowly fermenting,
using all manipulations,
diabolic plans inventing,
oh, the system, cruel, rotten,
causing pain excruciating,
justice in courtrooms forgotten,
truth and love obliterating!
Fabricating allegations
in the most wicked fashion,
it's installing regulations
with no place for compassion.
It's a system of witch-hunting
with perverted moralising.
Should we not be it confronting
with their ways dehumanising?
When we silently accepting,
to their methods closing eyes,
thus, we should be them expecting
more of us to tyrannize.
Wolves dressed up in gowns white,
using malice and deception,
demons in the guise of light,
say 'It's for the child's protection'.
Children, damaged by such 'care',
grow up with their pain,
often living in despair
in such incidents insane.
Mothers, feeling crucified,
parents often suicidal,
human lives sacrificed
to this beastly system's idol.
Flattening souls with steamrolling,
signs of objection hushing,
it's the matter of controlling,
any human hopes crushing.
Souls silently are screaming,
living through such nightmare.
Satan is behind such scheming,
making life more unfair.
Don't be by him spellbound,
but restore with God connection.
Oh wake up, and look around,
call on Jesus for protection!
To the suffering out-reaching,
Jesus cared without cursing.
Listen to His great teaching
of necessity for mercy!
Beware of politicians whose active manifesto
Is always to speak ill of other candidates and opposition parties.
They are the real problems!
Beware of political goons and rumour-mongers, spinning allegations
Twining civil questions, yakking all day but never about
What they have done or can do. They have no vision!
Beware, my brother, of trillionaire politicians who only remember
The poor during campaigns and invite the press to a snap
Of a picture with a kwashiorkor in the slum. They are hypocrites!
Beware of politicians who make fabulous and illusory promises
Whose speeches are seasoned with oenomel to please and hype
History is a witness to their chronic failures and betrayals!
Beware of politicians who evade critical discourse and the press
At home like a mosquito bite but would run to the Chatham House
To seek an audience. They are no solutions!
Beware of desperate politicos defying every civil structure to rule
Bigots whose ploys for victory are religious and ethnic mantras
Kingmakers who want to have their turn on the throne.
Beware of politicians who make Aso Rock their retirement plan
Hall of fame, cashpoint, birthplace and right, their next career
A doctor or lawyer who could save a life or vindicate rights
Has become the Dionysius of our time.
Beware of politicians whose patriotism pulsates on oversea products
Trips to Harley Street, Burj Khalifa, bikini-infested Miami Beach
Back home, they vow to tighten the laws and expand the cells
To make a great nation.
Beware, you goofs and poltroons taking up the squares for heroes
You moneybags, Kings of the jungle, sacred cows, powerbrokers
Plumed and brocaded with national honours, OON, CON…
Amid the chronic poverty and acute frustration.
Beware of kleptocracy, autocracy, gerontocracy, oligarchy, plutarchy
And amidst the hunger, ignorance, confusion, and frustration
Beware of vote merchants!
Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.
How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.
The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?
Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…
Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.
You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.