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God bless you all.
Be part of the world, completely enthralled,
Quintessentially apt, to a degree,
Though others you may find rather appalled,
You may find yourself asking, should this be?
Thus live your life through your own worldly eyes,
There will always come a day for you too,
In which you can repent and realise,
That there is nobody else quite like you.
You, marked in colours of blue azure sky,
Wear your colours with pride in your bright day,
At night in the hues of darkness don't cry,
In the mirror, you're a rainbow, not grey.
Change the world with your spirit, remain bright,
Bring happiness, bring music, bring more light.
A simple life,
Is all that we dreamed of,
To raise our families,
To be proud of the country we call home.
Our lives were interrupted,
By the rantings of a madman,
Who thought that genocide,
Gave him the right to eliminate a race.
So he talked a country into believing,
The color of your hair and eyes,
Made you superior.
They listened to him,
They believed him,
Not knowing what he was capable of,
And how far he would go.
Yet when they saw the Ashes,
Fall from the sky they turned,
Ignoring what they knew was true.
No one wanted to go against him.
So they remained silent.
The horror became present when,
The 45th Inf Div from Oklahoma,
Walked thru the gates of Dachau,
When they saw walking skeletons,
In pajamas begging for food and water.
The soldiers were so appalled,
And heartbroken they brought,
The non-believers back showing,
That no one will ever be silent again.
The world will know everything,
That happened here today.
Today is a day we must always commemorate…a day we remember the Holocaust…a tragic time in world history when 6 million Jewish lives were lost.
We think of the horrors they endured…if we listen we can still hear their screams…and we think of the millions of other lives lost to the brutality of the Nazi regime.
Why is it we must remember a time so horrible…a time filled with sorrow and regret? Why is it we teach about a time in the world many people would like to forget?
We remember and we teach about the Holocaust…remembering the who, what, how where and when…with the hope that by teaching the horrors…they will never happen again!
It seems fitting that this anniversary should fall today…at this exact time …on this exact date…when some people are trying to ignore the atrocities that occurred in our own country’s history and teach only what they think makes us look great.
Willing to ignore instead of learn from our country’s treatment of the Native Americans, Blacks, Japanese, LGTBQ+…anyone who thinks and acts differently…
willing to ignore what actually happened….in an attempt to rewrite our history
When I think of today and what some people are attempting to do…I am shocked…I’m ashamed…I’m appalled and my mind bounces between the words of James Baldwin and Simon Wiesenthal…
Simon Wiesenthal…a Holocaust survivor wrote:
For evil to flourish it only requires that good people do nothing….
and as I watch some of our past atrocities being forgotten or erased
I remember James Baldwin who said:
Not everything that is faced can be changed
but nothing can be changed until it is faced..
America has never been a great country…if you really look back at our history….
But by exploring and discussing our good deeds…and bad…
I imagine, one day, we could be.
Until then there will be citizens of this country…who will never fulfill their dreams….
who will continue to be mistreated and abused…
who will continue to suffer…and scream.
Jeremiah Clay
1831 – 1897
To my friends in the faith:
In life, I often observed the ants.
Great profound lessons can be learned
Within the microcosm
Of their silent movements
And relentless deliberations.
I have seen the sanguinary Argentines
Invade the nests of the weaker ones
Have watched them trespass and kidnap and enslave
The lowly ones,
The vulnerable ones,
The perceived inferior ones.
I have witnessed the regal queen
Taken and murdered by her captors.
I have been appalled and dumbfounded
By their muted acts of savagery and cruelty.
And I have been utterly devastated
By the enforced bondage of the black ones,
The nether ones,
The rejected ones.
Great God in heaven!
Where be thy justice?
Great Jehovah, my Lord!
Let the last now,
Be the first!
On golden shores waves were crashing
Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing
and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars.
Waves were crashing on golden shores
Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing
I stilled my oars and stopped rowing.
Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked
While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked.
When daylight broke, I thought of you.
As dawn peeked, morning skies turned blue,
And I recalled when last we spoke.
I thought of you when daylight broke.
It'd been too long. I was appalled
when last we spoke, and I recalled
my words seemed to be a swan song.
I was appalled. It'd been too long.
I felt remorse upon the sea.
A swan song, my words seemed to be.
Reality hit with full force.
Upon the sea, I felt remorse.
I worked in an Insurance office and loved my job
But the manager was an idle fat slob
He’d put in expenses sheets for work he hadn’t done
And was out of the door in front of everyone
But I digress…
He asked me to call two people on the phone
Could’ve called them himself but I didn’t moan
When I saw the names of the people I thought it was a joke
Surely these couldn’t be real names of these unfortunate folk
One man was called Olaf Pratt
I saw his name and laughed at that
The second was called Mr Erdogdu
It made me think of doggy pooh on my shoe!
I picked up the phone to dial the first number
But I started to laugh, it was a real blunder
I was unable to call; all I could do was giggle
My tears flowed and how my shoulders did wiggle
I composed myself to try and make the second call
Pressed a couple of digits, but I couldn’t dial them all
For I started laughing at Mr Erdogdu’s name
I’d failed at my task it was a terrible shame
The boss came in and asked why I hadn’t called
When he saw I’d been laughing he was quite appalled
I was as red as a beetroot and had tears in my eyes
To me the names were SO funny, this fact I couldn’t disguise
Snatching the piece of paper he gave me the cold shoulder
I cringe at this memory even though now I’m so much older
Since then I’ve had friends with surnames of Moron and Looney
I’m glad I’m more mature now and not that lass that was gooney!
This poem really is based on true events but I had to make these calls on separate days and not together as in this tale … but the result was the same I couldn’t make these calls for laughing at these unfortunate names.
My most embarrassing moment Contest Sponsored by Cindi Rockwell
07~15~16
Santa was in his sleigh waiting to go
But the elf loading team was a no show
A strike had been called
Santa was appalled
The elves taunted him saying ho ho ho...
Santa muttered and swore under his breath
Warned the strikers they ain't seen nothing yet
Called his friend Bill Gates
They were golfing mates
Bill said " don't worry we'll beat them you bet"...
He sent Santa four hundred giant drones
And an army of robotic elf clones
Who sorted the toys
For good girls and boys
And from the elves you could hear moans and groans...
Santa didn't need to leave the North Pole
Sent the drones off by means of a console
All drones delivered
The poor elves dithered
Santa laughed he was now back in control...
The elves were fuming and they all saw red
They were so angry and wanted him dead
A bomb they did place
In Santa's fireplace
He defused it he was one step ahead...
He came after the elves who all turned pale
Disappointed that the bomb was a fail
Santa aimed his gun
Elves started to run
But the Fed's caught them and threw them in jail...
The next day they went up against Judge Dread
Who listened to what was done, what was said
It ended in tears
All got twenty years
And told don't mess with the man dressed in red...
Written on 6th December 2020.
It was a tuesday like any other,
When I came home from school sobbing.
One look at me and my mother asked appalled,
If anyone hurt me, checking for wounds if any.
I hiccuped through my tears and told her all about my blues,
My dear old friend had misunderstood me again!
I loved her, how could she not see?
Some best friend she was when she always hurt me!
My mother sat through my complaints with a patient smile,
Her eyes softened with every word that left my mouth.
I told her how she refused to play with me,
Even when I shared the last of my cookies everyday!
The words ceased to make sense at the half hour mark,
When I started sniffling more than I spoke.
I declared with the conviction of a seven year old,
Never again would I love someone for all my life to be.
I looked up into her eyes that told stories of a similar kind,
As she pulled me into her arms, her touch soothing to my burning skin.
She formed the words like she'd spoken them a thousand times over,
"You're not the love that you get but the love that you give".
~ I chose this moment because I have carried my mother's quote with me all my life. I am not defined by what I get but what I give.
~ Hardest line for me to write was "I looked up into her eyes that told stories of a similar kind,". It was hard to explain that I knew she had also been through similar times in her day while justifying the moment we shared.
~ I removed the conclusion to her quote from the first draft where she ended the conversation with "Affection is not earned. It is given freely."
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
the colour pink from
the fading blushing cheeks
of broken angels
breath sucked away
school bells toll death
dark creatures Dementors
pistol legions burning parades
constant and strong
now fly in weekly
through open doors
Le Diablo pats the ombré backs
of quacking leaders
their passive bills carrying bullets
too late the redeemable exchange
as the world is painted black
days of darkness
forget the colour grey
hearts cut on silent shores
watch the horror unfolding
shocked for words
terrified sorrow turns appalled
the nightmare never goes away
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
suffer the little children
its beautiful ones
harmonies all slaughtered
innocent symphonies
silenced in scores
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Luke 18:15-17
Matthew 18:10-14