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Alpha and Omega
The reality is that I love men.
They are perfect, just as they are.
Not always doing as they are supposed to do.
Not paying attention to fears that are false.
Strong backbones, fierce fighters for right,
and assailants to all wrong.
Fixing things, making things, creating.
God loved Adam,
and he was made in His own image.
What a glorious fact.
Woman, taken from the side of man,
to be close, loved and cared for.
What a precious gift.
The two become one.
A circle is complete.
A family is born.
Children the blessing.
For some if not all.
The greater gift,
the spiritual walk,
with each other,
through life,
and its ups and downs.
Depending on God in all things,
knowing that He is with you...
both.
The nineteen-ninety-four Olympic games
were held in Norway that specific year;
the thing that I remember, shame of shames...
two women athletes made the news...oh, dear.
Named Tonya Harding, Nancy Kerrigan,
great figure skaters, talented, well-known,
made history when jealousy began,
and Tonya did not want to share the 'throne'.
Ex-husband and accomplice, with baton,
attacked, caused injury to Nancy's knee;
and this was all the news could center on...
'good versus evil' made sport's history.
She healed in time to then participate
in finals, earned the Silver; Tonya lost.
Assailants went to jail; headlines abate.
Black mark on that Olympics was the cost.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Olympics Mania
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 09/04/2016
Read more: http://www.infoplease.com/spot/winter-olympics-harding.html
top shop and racism
It has happened again it appears fortnightly now
a posh shop has been robbed in the purest of daylight
that's about 12.30
all the fur and other expensive stuff were grabbed and
carried out to a waiting car, where passers- see but
do not interfere with the ongoing theft.
Not reacting, turning a blind eye might, be the best
way to survive in a country obsessed with handguns
used by thieves with no fear of the law
Here we come into a racial issue when a big heist like
this happened and the perpetrators were white
the reporter with the emphasis they, the thieves are wite
If the assailants are black the color of their skin will not
be mentioned for fear people will call this racism
The truth of the matter is most of the big operation
of thieving is done by black people not say, this and
pretend otherwise does not do anyone a service
If we get to the point that white people are actively
fearful of black people, we see the making of a civil war
The lost ones,
I walked through where they lay,
In rows and columns, they were laid,
Fathers, brothers and sons,
Departed from their loved ones.
Heroes laid to rest,
Lost on the battlefield,
They fought bravely,
With lion hearts and fiery spirits,
They stood against the assailants.
A battle that brought calm and rest,
A battle that took with it a ton of casualties,
The maimed not a few,
They assuaged the tempest,
And brought peace to our corridors.
He said he brought me to see and comprehend,
To understand the brevity of life,
How people sacrifice their lives for a worthy course,
To bring hope to their compatriots,
To bring an end to their sombre days.
I recalled the valley of dry bones,
And wished we could prophesy to the elements,
And bring back the dead,
So they could go back to their homes,
And be united with their grieving ones.
I asked my father, “Where have the lost souls gone?”
He said,
Death goes to bring the lost
and leaves them by the brink of the river,
Where the emissaries come for their pilgrims.
September 5, 2022.
The three shots rang out following each other
In a rapid succession ready to vanquish their target
Ready to eliminate him from the roll of the living
He drops on his knees as his assailants run out
He is not dead yet so he decides to give thanks
Lifting his hand - they are covered with blood
With no water cistern and not inclined to sin
He puts them behind his back offering prayers
A brilliant bright light and he is in the presence
The blessed presence of a holy angel of the Lord
Welcome angel of the Lord and be the light of my life
They intone as they embrace merging into one entity
I didn't pen the words,
I didn't script the lines,
To extol her virtues,
To praise her perseverance.
They lay in my chamber,
Fallowed in my hind part,
I was naive with words,
Stagnant with its fluidity.
She stood tall like a bamboo,
Unruffled by life's vicissitudes,
Unperturbed by its tempest,
Unscathed by its inferno.
She pushed back the tide,
Meandered the clouded pathway,
She wrestled the assailants,
Freed from midnight's grasp.
Time after time she prevailed,
Until she took a bow,
It was time for her to leave the stage,
Pull together the curtains.
October 7, 2022.
Days along the mysterious path,
Doors open to the unknown.
The strange accompanies me;
I become a turbulent sea.
I hear no knock on my door,
But I see strangers in my room.
They awaken elements of the deep;
I become a vessel of conflicting thoughts.
There’s a rising of the unseen,
A gathering of the invisible.
There are two worlds in my chamber;
I become an enigma.
Visions from my mind walk into the daylight,
There’s an entangling by the tendrils of darkness.
I push against the tide and the assailants;
I become a fiery warrior.
Panicked people pour into the streets pushing past each other; they’re powerless
Against the awful atrocity unleashed by unknown armed assailants.
Normalcy has fled; so many in the debris are left lying dead!
Disarray, destruction, distress and doom! On screens around the world we see
Escapees emerging wounded from rubble. From everywhere, we keep watching
Madness made manifest by malcontents in the mountains of mutilated bodies.
Obscene and odious terrorism, now overflowing in the land -
Never before in my own lifetime has nefariousness felt so omnipresent, nor
Immoral acts so incessant and innumerable!
Ugly and ubiquitous, these evil deeds could be humanity’s undoing.
More noble souls are needed, else we become *All Devil’s Land!
Aug, 1, 2016 for John Hamilton's Pandemonium Poetry Contest
Oops, I had a typo on last line; hope I caught it in time!!
*All Devil’s land is the literal translation of Pandemonium
The book contained their history—
Years of servitude and plenitude,
Years of gloom and bloom,
Years of darkness and redemption.
They were bound by the chains of the unknown,
Seeds of anguish were strangely sown.
The land was the footstool of malevolent spirits,
An enigma blanketed it.
It was a battle of the seen and unseen,
A war against malicious forces,
The sages searched deeply for answers,
Sojourning to secret chambers for redemption.
Hope gradually wore thin,
And the courage of valiant hearts began to fray,
Their steadfast minds were steadily pierced by defeat rays,
As a deluge of recalcitrant assailants descended upon them.
A rebirth came with the arrival of the sages,
The spirits of the forest were summoned,
They joined forces with the elements of goodwill
And defeated the malevolent spirits,
Chasing them to the abyss of nothingness.
Pride filled the heart of the new ruler,
Who boasted of the sovereignty of his reign,
He disdained the Divine and the watchers,
But one day, darkness suddenly pervaded his palace.
He was gone, and so was the book.
February 3, 2025.
Lost in a sea of troubles,
Ravaged by a tumultuous predicament,
One door closes,
The other door is standing in wait,
I thought I was freed,
Until the door opened and I saw what lay in wait,
Every day I wrestle these assailants,
Every day I combat these phantom strangers,
My mind is taunted and tortured,
It is tossed by tempest waves,
I fight to bring it to land,
I had chosen to be a recluse,
Until I met a Sage,
I went with him up a hill,
He asked me to tell him what I saw,
“I see a golden yellow ball sinking,” I said,
“You’re right,” he asserted,
“Do you know this same ball will fight to take its place at the dawn of the day,” he said,
I paused and took a long stare at him,
“It’s needed by many. Its heat keeps us warm. Its light keeps us from stumbling. That’s why it has to take its place,”
I nodded,
He continued, “My son so don’t give up in the fight for you’re needed much more than you think. You'll soon get through it.”
Tears flowed down my eyes.
May 22, 2022,
Divine Intervention Poetry Contest.