Long Allegiances Poems
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OH! Come and let us worship the King!
Jesus Christ our Savior is Lord over all
The earth, the sea, and the sky.***
OH! Come and let us worship the King!
And come and let us praise His Holy name!
And come and let us proclaim His dominion
From sea to shining sea! So all of His
Creation may know that He alone is
Worthy of praise and worship!***
OH! Come and let us worship the King!
Let all of His people come forth from the
North, the South and the East and West!
And bring unto Him our worship, adoration,
And praise unto His Holy and Worthy name;
From hence forth and throughout all of eternity! ***
OH! Come and let us worship the King!
Let all of His people: Love Him, Adore Him,
And Bow down before Him! On bended knees
Let us pledge unto Him: our hopes, our dreams,
Our allegiances, our lives and our sacred honor.
Let us pledge our selves unto our blessed Lord! ***
OH! Come and let us worship the King of kings
And the Lord over all the lords of the earth!
Who was, and who is and who is to come again!
Jesus Christ is soon coming again, let all of us
Prepare to meet our blessed Savior and Redeemer!
For we shall meet Him in the middle of the clouds! ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 05, 2021
Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?
in it's beginning
all who opposed it sought an end
yet they marked it's beginning as unknown
and found it more complicated to
make quarantine and contain
sickness
those who find togetherness as part of events
and those who abroad in business or fun.
it has found away to cripple and grasp the attention
of those who are in opposition of'it's spread.
those who war are ill, and those who seek peace
are ill.
then might the mightiest of graces
humble the minds of man
to find himself the cure to the sickness he has created.
Chore and thus thy labors shall find remedy
that mans recilances comes from his fear of god.
yet the zealot speaks as he knows each en: and the scientist speaks
as each beginning is the right start.
Man and woman stay true to their allegiances to one another
and the lonely and displaced find refuge in being alone.
calm the shores of this stormy place, man will never have such power!
Man shall find these facts and streamline each difference
and on every shore all men shall began to heal.
and mourn those they lost to sickness.
pray ye this to shall pass.
pray ye this to shall be resolved.
A glass of vodka on the table,
A chocolate joint between the fingers,
A Tokarev in the bag,
The brain infused with adrenaline.
Misery, a nightmare,
Being poor, a curse,
Forced to drown in illicit transactions.
Survival: a necessity to exist,
Bound to poverty since the placenta.
Murder scenes as the only spectacle,
From the watchtower, the horizon is mortiferous.
Reality proclaims its sentence with a firm voice,
The cruelty of the street teaches raw lessons to worn-out heels.
Gagged souls count the dirty money that corrodes their future,
A pact of survival sealed between greasy fingers and clenched fists.
The heart hardens to feed a hungry mouth,
Prayer turns into calculation, cash becomes language.
Yellow smiles are sold, worn-out allegiances are bought,
Eyes assess, tongues negotiate the unforgivable.
A shiver of metal recalls the origin of the debts.
No respite, the market demands its tribute without mercy.
A verse carved inside lacerated fists,
Ultimate testament of a centuries-old ordeal.
As the world wakes
and new yet old allegiances abate,
the need and desires of nations and leaders lay in fate
cemented to embrace the ever living hates.
Quiet Americans rarely display their plight
silently watching rape of the land and honor in sight
diminished long ago in their absent fight
relegated reservations where speaking out is right.
Why do men fight over oil, gold and dirt
assigning its needs as necessary wars to its worth?
Time and history seem to never change men's ways
denying freedom and equality to every woman and man they slay
old ways and patterns resurface everywhere in place each day
at so great a cost buried by this great demand to play.
The sacrifices of so many lives broken and torn
complete the record, the cautiously worded reports forlorn
with every new generation even those yet to be born
the authenticity questioned and lessons scorned.
It seems we never learn
that life is more than war can earn.
Written to my Cousin Madelyn McKay six years ago. She was a poetess here as cancer consumed her body. May my magical and kind cousin ….rest in peace!
Maggie . She had sent me an article on how great the 1960’s were! I am glad she is not here to see our civil rights being taken away, the murder of children, and our Congress having people in it, whose allegiances are not to
America. God is dead to many, our currecy is marked with these words, “ In God we trust. But He is being repaced by a new religion, “Wokeism”.Dear
It was painful to read, for me,anyway. I don't even want to remember fun things anymore!
Dearest Cousin Maggie….
We exist in a hellish world,
Surrounded by invisible bars.
Slapped down at every corner.
We are riddled with technology,
which many drool over. Not me!
Where are the people? Where is such a
thing called a voice?
Where is love?
Where is humanity?
The sound of my fingers, tapping on the
iPad, smileys, LOL's will never replace being
with another..
I am glad I am old, and welcome death.
I see no point in living in a world that is
ice cold and growing to be a repressive.
Communist state.
And I do believe at death you see the face of
God! How can I not want that.Maggie?
An empty on life is a device is bad enough.
While my fellow beings do not want to hear
their right to live is ending…Far worse.
The past! Terribly painful to recall. The punishment
for those who speak out now is vast and wide.
Love, Cousin Pangie
Postscript.
Violence is at an all time high.
Mass murder goes unpunished and people do
not realize, they could be next.They put their
fingers in their ears and will swim in pools of
positivity to drown out the screams of reality
and lies by repressive governments.
They forgot who Hitler was. We have many of
his evil ilk, in all countries and citizens who think
they are adults, hiding and pretending evil does
not exist?
Good people are jailed in their countries while
anarchists, subsidized by our governments…
Rule your world and mine. And our precious
children’s blood runs in the streets. P.R.
Note, This is an opinion piece. Thank you
for reading.
Poem 1 8/7/2024
I have given contests my very best
only to bruise my ego with unrest
and sometimes hurt within my chest.
I confess to times of being obsessed
with stinking poetry contest-distress.
Feelings from result-upsets are not chronic,
no, they are more geared towards chaotic.
Whenever my imagination goes myopic,
I become a seeker of contest topics
to fast provide fed to my eager muse,
ergo, I have sustained the pain of abuse.
Sad chagrin remains aflame till my joy claims
and strains my reins to make me pen poems again.
I win only the odd inning to earn minimal grinning.
Contests involve allegiances, politics, grievances,
perspectives, objectives and other human messes.
They are entered by a sphere of genuine peers
who, like me, have need to feel they belong here.
Whether my entries are revered and cheered,
or seemingly smeared and painfully speared,
I would spill no ink if contest stink disappeared.
For me, smelly contests heed the strong need
of my self-centered muse who controls my lead.
Perhaps these words are just stinky alphabet turds
that I merged for a contest my muse used to feed.
Lumpers gather, clump, fuse, combine and meld.
Splitters separate, divide and rupture.
The Lumper's huge nuclear fusion bomb
makes bigger bang by fusing hydrogen
than Splitter's uranium fission bomb.
So where do your allegiances lie?
Is it fusion or fission, lump or split?
Do you focus on the differences
or else, put similarities forward
when deciding how to pigeonhole things.
How do you group, class and codify friends?
Overgeneralizing is risky,
it ignores individuality.
But overs-splitting can be dicey too,
with far too much variation to grasp
and hold while you consider your options.
It is more about what's on the labels,
than the size of your hands, nets or boxes.
Some are soft and sweet
Others….well….a bit sharper
Colder…edged in frost
There are those that
Turn up the heat
Slowly simmering
The subtlety of satire
Softening the edges
Of the boldly bawdy limerick
There are those that dance
To that different drummer
Scattered alliterative groups
Counting meter’s coup
On a hesitant rhyme.
Ranters, rambling on the
Borders of repetition
Stung by the brevity
Of a well-placed Senryu.
And still the Bard holds favor
As time, in changing costume
Alters allegorical allegiances
Cold youth rebelling
‘gainst the yellowed page
Numerical wizards
Seeking arithmetic advantage
Lover’s dreaming of lust’s long faded scent
Scribbling in strained distress
Whistling amid the gravestones
Of silenced poets
Remember our freedoms, lest we forget
The price of liberty and of surrender.
Tyranny cannot trample the people
Lest our future succumb to infamy.
Carried: our flag over our enemies
Our land secure as soldiers we buried.
Pray our allegiances will never bend
As we stand firm for American ways.
Let founding principles be cemented
Cured and secure, and forever be set.
Brave as one loyal to God and country
Live committed and resolved to the grave.
Atoned by the soldiers who gave their all
Their names on white crosses and sacred stones.
Sound your commitment, all citizens pledge
To stand resolute and to country bound.
Dread is no option, allegiance required
Make bravery soar and division: dead.
One nation is ours to love and defend
One life is yours and your obligation.