Long Annexed Poems

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Premium Member What is destiny

Earth life is a school and we are here to learn,
in time promoted from one class to the next,
life lessons are stern but even as we burn,
knowing the purpose, there’s no cause to be vexed,
for as God’s breath transforms soul in body urn,
the secrets of higher wisdom are annexed.
Life as already impulsed presents itself,
until we reclaim the light of our true Self.

Desire is the cause of repeated rebirth,
the cause, delusion that we are body-mind,
so seeing that transience has no real worth,
in staid stillness, with God’s love and light aligned,
there then remains no need to descend on earth,
since we are in permanence, divine entwined.
Vibrant in the now, in but not of the world,
in God we trust, as flag of love is unfurled.


You Should Be Proud of America, Part Ii

...How many nations shed their blood
for land they don’t claim as their own?
We crushed the Germans and Japan,
then turned and gave them back their homes.
We could’ve just gone full Roman,
wiped them all out, moved ourselves in,
and we could’ve filled the Middle East
with conquering Americans.
Instead we did the job and left,
would the Chinese have done the same?
they’re still infesting poor Tibet,
Russia annexed part of Ukraine.
The Indians we once fought with,
are now countrymen and voters,
you should be proud of America,
no nation has done it better.

The growing freedom, the success,
the inventions that changed mankind…
these things never get mentioned when
you listen to leftists malign.
They lie about your history,
elevate every single mistake,
and stay silent on all of the things
that make our people truly great.
They like it when you in the dark,
they like it when truth isn’t told,
because that means you reason less,
and are far easier to control.
Reject their constant hate-filled dirge,
don’t let them make you embittered,
you’re a child of America,
you were born to be something better.
Form: Rhyme

The Prophet - Son of Nun

  (  It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears. 
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )



            


I knew you before I met you
cage crossing through mad books

your stainless leap
forcep-blessed
matrix-reprieved

weaving bled-shred
embers to god-pled
braving 

the cairn of night
to do full

dubious ends
god's just

flung to hijacked earth as
after-thought
of finer stone

slashed lash skin broke to Moses hues
whose mode struck cursed
to sudden wander

to tower-armed berths annexed next in
your voyeur's finger rage
to run abducted through heuristic sunk-end heads
and sacrifice your brokered queen 

prove your tongue-burning tears
a strangled pen

inched favor from chain-shell shouts 
sieved by sheltering friends

savaged the race-card feeds 
fouled in chilling fidgets

glyphed everyman's advance
to cherish one ascending

giving divinity thought-shadow charges
to dodge doc's sunny reparteé

finally

bipolar glue-power unclogs the gash
cherish your psyche's wormwood-hack
your peace-ink cooling blue
your snow-truth judgement bridged

with one bank and a gun

whose prophet
son of none



_________________
Notes: 
    1.  A journalist once asked the Dalai Lama if he had to reduce the         teachings of Buddhism to one word, what would it be. His response was; "Compassion". 

     If asked to do the same for Christianity, my word, similarly, would be: "Kindness".

Tanks

The Meglomaniac of the year,
Maybe seeing his mortality,
Craving a way to ensure
A really lasting legacy,
Launches his tanks
Expecting might to be right.
Conscripts don’t beat patriots
Giving the Meglomaniac fright.
The promised quick victory,
The annexed state of slavery
Crumnbles and quivers in 
The face of Patriotic bravery.
Half a pound of tuppeny rice
As the cost of oil is rising
Costing more and more to fuel
A tank, which is hardly surprising. 
Combat continues with
Refined tactics and stealth,
Rumours and counter rumours
Of the Meglomaniac’s health.
Dictatorships don’t listen
Or tolerate the question why
So the rest of the world waits
For the Meglomanic to die.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Old Emerald Isle

coming out enchanting 
a harp playing 
bewitching music 
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean
dressed in her forty shades of green
her lush finery 
from the land of the leprechaun
king of the fairies

tales of a land of forever young in the fianna
magical blossoms shades her beauty
classical in her name eire
modern irish emerald green
jewel of her color
arising from the land 
of eternal winter

geographers strabo
pomponius melba
quoting describes a cold chilling land
inhabitated by a bunch 
of wild savages
who feast on the flesh 
of their dead fathers
despite the cold 
the grazing was so tasty 
very lush sweet 
that cattle exploded fat
if allowed to eat unchecked

in a new kingdom
penunnular broach
used to fasten her shawl
son of the high king
fiacha finnfolaidh
his father was overthrown
killed in a revolt 
by the king of ulster
tutathal's mother
who was daughter
of king of alba

britian at the time
because alba became
the name for scotland
later on fled to britain
with her son 20 years later
he returns to eire
defeating his father's enemies
turns in history

subduing the 
entire country
he became the high king
of tara 
there he conveyed
in a conference 
were he established
himself law in the land

he annexed territory
for each four provinces
creating central control
in the province of meath
four fortresses where built
one for each our green fields
span an irish republic


Premium Member Simulation Theory

Global outreach and broken barriers
Carriers of diseases and hydroponics
Hypnotic supersonic satellite memories
Simmering beneath a veil of gray
Stay and memorize a million lies
Ties to be cut while the government denies
Demise is written in the stars
Scars molded into the very bone
Lone gunmen create chaos
Pay us in prayers and solitude 
Gratitude in fictional farewells
Bells ring over a black sky
Why did it have to come to this
Kiss the hissing smoke
Choke on the idea it's all real
Feel everything burning slowly
Lonely is the one who knows the reason
Seasons come and seasons go
Flow from one line to the next
Hexed and vexed It was one last text
Perplexed it lacked all pretext
Annexed by a world that doesn't care
Nightmare unto nightmare solemn amen
Again we traverse and transmogrify
Occupy your mind and detoxify thoughts
Brought from regurgitated program shows
Dispose of the evidence as circumstantial
Substantial evidence in a simulation theory

Premium Member Some World News

The western media will report less on the Ukraine 
As the worthy underdog.. as putin closes his grip
There, there is real understanding now that Russia
Is able to influence food supplies.. And energy
Also there will
Be reports soon of Ukranian atrocities, as putin holds 
More cards the western media will have no choice
Other than to balance their content  the pope is the
Way in for them ' he has gone from decrying putin
Although I believe he will say anything he's told to
Say by his cabal leaders..Maybe He's one of them?
Anyway to saying he may have been provoked? 
Well he did
See 23 places change allegiance, after the west
Promised not to move nato one inch further east
After East Berlin was annexed in the 1990s ) also any
Idea that Russian ships in Crimean ports are unusual
Will not be heard, neither will it be reported that British
Navy ships in Southhampton mean Britian will invade
Dorset.. I couldn't help that one ' LOL))) So there 
we have It.. Let's see if it pans out as I have written it.?
Form: Verse

Divine of Mine

Oh dear Divine of Mine,
This letter will be given as a rhyme.
For it is the only way my heart can speak 
To my true love with my own technique.

You’ve caused a flaw that briefly altered you and I.
A small slip of a lover’s heart dashed to some other,
Throwing me into a great grief to ponder as I cry.
Forcing me to painfully reminisce while I lose my colour.

You are my boy who is supposed to see forever with me,
To raise a farm of animals in a beautiful countryside.
You’ve upset me and I mourned to a great degree.
Yet in the end, after all tears are cried, I will coincide.

Somewhere inside you is me and the love we shared 
Those six months which make up the best parts of my life.
A spark in my heart that no one has ever compared,
To a love so profound in this instant I was never prepared.

Though I forgave,
I annexed this anger.
My heart surely gave
To a sweet love I no longer anchor.
Form: Rhyme

You Rescued Me When You Did Not Have To

you rescued me when you did not have to
my being was evicted from my body
my body was banished from the state of my mind
the state of my mind was unexpectedly annexed
the annexation was totally dismembered by complete discombobulation
i do not even know how you could even look at the end result
i cannot even comprehend how you withstood the stench
however you saw something in me that was worth saving, 
and i thank for for just taking the time....to take the time....

the rare teardrops come due to the pain that normally nauseates me
the rare teardrops come due to the honesty that i am forced to face despite my ritual of resistance 
the rare teardrops come because of the fact that i have been hiding behind okay for much too long
the rare teardrops come because you inspired me to stop hiding and to stop feeling sorry for myself

as a result, i put a stake through the heart of 'excuse' and happily EXCUSE myself
it feels so good set my mind in another direction and focus on completely something else
i have been the cause of the dismal existence of me for much too long
you exposed me to the much too many errors of my ways and pushed me to renovate and reconstruct
now i am a man with plans, goals, an dreams
gone is my blueprint for neglect, isolation, and schemes
i can now proudly admit that i was so wrong that i just laugh rightfully so
this latest new journey awaits us both....the poem ends here....LET'S GO!
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member 3 July 2118

Radio free State of Deseret 3 July 2118, 6 PM Salt Lake Time

International news first.

27 Zionist terrorists leaders were beheaded in the Caliphat of Palestine yesterday after their failed attempt to establish a third state of Israel in Jerusalem during Rhamadan.

One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night.  Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.

After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal.  Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.

Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil.  Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.

Regional news.

Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America.  It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.

The Deseret Volunteer Guard and Air Force successfully defended the kingdom against a new wave of attacks by gangs, pirates, and sexual deviants that tried to infiltrate via Las Vegas into what used to be Zion National Park.  

The Prophet's Safety Council wants to remind all faithful member-citizens to avoid exposure to direct sunlight, to always carry your portable water decontamination kits and air filter masks with you, and to compost all plant materials and use your compost in your sheltered Victory Greenhouses.

Keep the Faith.  Radio free State of Deseret signing off.

In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.

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