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We're in the midst of trump times and
We need to understand
That that individual in the White House
Is not a righteous man
He's all about division, discord
And disarray
And when a domestic terror act occurred
He did not have much to say
White nationalists staged a rally to keep
A confederate statue in place
No regard and no respect for any other
Ethnicity nor any other race
A group of anti- protesters were in a
Peaceful march as well
Until a nationalist in a car mowed them down
Causing utter hell
We're in trump times the country's
Moral barometer has done a reverse
We're in trump times trust and believe
It can only get worse
Threats against the North Koreans
Who are launching potential weapons to kill
Instead of using diplomacy
Trump wants to assert his will
On the precipice of what could
Possibly become world war 3
What should we do?
What are our spiritual strategies?
One, we would do well to accept
The invitation from Christ our Savior
To worship, witness and walk
With a Christlike behavior
We need God to remind us
That we are not alone
And never ever forget that its He
Who sits on the throne
God is in charge He's still in control
Hopefully He'll work on presidents
Trump and Kim Jong Un souls
Two, we need gather together in
Remembrance of He
Jesus the Christ who died
To give us the victory
To eat of the bread and drink of the wine
Remnants of His body and blood
To examine our own hearts
And acknowledge His unconditional love
To stay in touch with reality
To remember our past and our pain
Of the slavery that is still on American
A badge of shame
Let us never forget
what has come to pass
Let us never forget Jesus
and the love for us He has
For when we remember we reestablish
All truths and how they came to be
And no tweet will erase nor change
The true reality
Trump talks about fake news
But free press will prevail
As only free press stops a nation from
Becoming a dictatorship from hell
Spiritual strategies for trump times
We need to realize
We need to stay united
And keep our eyes on the prize
Let us never forget the blood
That was shredded and the sacrifice
Let us never forget that for our sins
Jesus gave His life
Let us look past skin color
And ignore race
Let us remember God
Who gave us His infinite
Mercy and Grace
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From the beginning of time there have been good and bad leaders in each and every country.
There are leaders who concern themselves with the well being of all its fellow citizens and they don’t worship money because they find ways to share it with those most in need first. They straddle the fence but they lean more towards the right than towards the wrong and find themselves becoming ever so strong.
Universal Health will keep all its fellow citizens healthy because without it, as disturbing as this may sound, plagues can be wide spread; a cough here a sneeze there, the question is who really cares. Will it be you, me or we?
There are those who convince others to follow them with empty promises of “See what I’m doing I’m putting more money in your hands, you the people who are tired and sick of lack. I’m creating more JOBS and more security, just follow me!”
Follow you? The one who is undermining its citizens by proposing to get rid of The Environmental Protection Agency and if you succeed than that’s the beginning of living in a lawless land, that would be naivety.
Would a good leader put its citizens at risk just to bring in oil and mining companies that violate corporate ethics?
Being Americans we all may feel a sense of privilege because our country imports and exports an abundance of goods and we all want our “Goods and Plenty”. And our barometer of enough, have been ignored with more and more stuff. “It’s the American Way” many will say.
But in America we have the “Haves” and the “Have Nots” Therefore the “Haves” may feel that they stand to lose a lot if they stand up for the “Have Nots”
“Oh such a hard decision to make” Not really, it will be a bigger mistake when the “Have Nots’’ realize that their condition all the time was fake.
We all eat, sleep, dress and rest and look our best. Some travel by foot some travel by plane but they all travel just the same.
So we seldom examine the truth because the lie is more appealing and it agrees with our greed.
My Leader promised me that He would supply all my needs.
Food, shelter, clothes, understanding, joy, gladness, and prosperity
And he’s never disappointed me.
Red Wall
Give they money and ask me to bring
Some tools, tables, chairs or ladders
Near to the red wall with fine pieces of art
To lift up those who are short
To make them strong they are required food
And to make them healthy who are weak we required medicine
And a request is sent to the trainers to train people who are unskilled
A teacher is also brought to them to enhance their learning
Pneumonic science is also applied
So that they can hone their capacity of memory
The money supplied I do not spend on anything
Neither is the money for my consummation
I am provided to give them coaching and means cum merit scholarship
Rest of the money is spent as dole just to make them financially sound
As some competitors happen to be super rich
As there could not be any contest
Between poor and rich
Between strong and weak
Neither could be any race between taller and who is short
This is very unfair rather it’s a complete lie
To ask all to compete among the unequal
As alone freedom and equity or equality won’t work
So I place my bricks below the feet of them who are not having well height
To give them equal footing, a platform of equal length and width
Rays of the same brightness with same angel
Rain of the same quantity and quality
Same barometer of the wind pressure
If I do not forget to mention the same humidity and temperature
To do justice to all with unbiased mind and attitude
As mere freedom or mere equality I believe is a trick played
By the of people who have upper hand in the society
Next I give them some of my inspirational poems
To have them all same level of psychological boost
All are now on the same height
On the same line with same length, width and breadth
The area or angel of them is no different
I believe to think all out and all round justice is done
Secretly I blow the whistle
Everyone is free to see their goal prancing like a colt
From now on and without any obstruction
Let them all view their finishing lines which lie over the red wall
A perfect Sunday, as only god can make
The skies the barometer, tend to set the mood
This day clouds…oh, so wooly white
Like sheep grazing… among the blossom blue
Sunshine’s accents must be added too
Dad, magnificent in his Sabbath greys
Mom in dress pastels pink
I and brother with our ties
Sisters in their outfits, scarlet lemon rainbow’s paint
Upon this most special day excitement begins to break
Mass now ending, bells a chiming and I think I heard an angel hark
"It’s time to sail dad’s newly fashioned model boat
Us kids led by thrills ran ahead to a pond within a park
We cheer him on… cheering!
“Go dad, go”!!
Watching, our eyes filled anticipations
As he sets her onto placid waters hoping she will float
Harmonious sighs, of wonder, escape our lips
As the canvas streamers now pervaded… capture air
Cutting… through the glistening sun filled surface
Waves of spectators rippling to pond’s edge, begin to stop and stare
I silently break and turn…
And glance upon that man
Like the mast of his vessel, stands proud
I think to myself “that’s my dad”
Then, suddenly thoughts be broken
By clatters and whispers of new heard commotions
On his face a frown begins to grow, as I looked towards the lake
Taken was the wind right, out of his sails…and it lay in the midst of the pool… devoid of
any motion
Disenchantment surely to be had
Spreading through crowds that were growing thin
But, the unexpected, was what happened next
In his Sunday best, my dad… he walked right in!
My whole family now, especially mom
Utterly and completely aghast!
Little brother shouting! “Go, dad, go”!
The crowd returned, the water rising to his chest
Roars of encouragement and rounds of applause
As waterlines reached engulfing his neck
The childhood memory forever stained into my head
Was of dad splashing out… soaking wet!
The schooner under one arm, his contagious laughter to us spread
His Sabbath grey suit was now absolutely wrecked!
Like I said...
It was a perfect Sunday…
In the eyes of this little boy
How do you feel about Mondays? The ultimate best psychiatrist would ask if he cared.
Not about your mother, or your childhood, ridiculous lovers, or feelings never shared.
Monday feelings are the top dog meter, to discover if you are living life as you.
Do you leap out of bed, ready and happy, or do you clobber your alarm clock with your shoe?
If you cannot wait to put on your clothes, throw open the shudders and do the happy dance,
If Mondays makes you smile, giggle, and laugh, possibly skip, hop, twirl, whirl, or prance,
If your heart leaps up with gladness, because you consistently get to be the-real-true-blue-you.
It is possible that you are doing what makes your heart and soul brand new,
If Mondays cause you to feel more joyful and smile bigger than every other day of the week,
If Mondays bring more hope and cheer than any other day, and make you want to sail, fly, jump and leap.
If Mondays are the best days, the ones you look forward to with the most gigantically good feelings of all,
It may be that you are living your life as a human being, fulfilling other’s buckets, so tall.
Yes Monday feelings are the top dog meter, to find out if you are living your soul’s heart dream.
The lessons you begged for when you left those cheering angels, who sent you down the heaven stream.
If your Monday feelings are not like this, the good news is, it is never too late.
Run away from the job you are doing now; clear away the slate.
Monday is the most fabulous barometer, loud and true.
You are the only one who knows if you are living life as the real honest you.
Written July 30, 2018
Contest: Mondays Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Can you truly love a rock,
you've never directly seen or touched,
or some other relatively inanimate object,
like a steel wall,
or ego-centrism?
If so, then how is your "love"
different from a whimsical "appreciate you"?
If not, then what is different between your "love"
and your "co-passions"?
Compassion,
passion with and toward,
but not passionate energy returned from Other
necessarily,
or, Yes! Necessarily!?
How do you know your love is also co-passion,
reiterated and returned,
however un-equivalently expressed it may be?
Is this not a matter of positive faith,
of unconditional co-invested hope?
That boundary-free time
between Other's stimulus
and your response,
before and after,
subjective anticipating felt objectives,
identity refined through co-relationship,
in an environ-mental healthy cause that is,
by effective default,
setting aside mutual immunity barriers,
to more courageously and opportunistically co-habitate,
curiously co-integrate,
co-passioning environ-mental love
Rather than fear, anger, anxiety, apathy,
all dissonance settings of negatively felt default,
oppressive to self,
suppressive of Other's natural integrity
Tipping pointed barometer
of active curiosity
toward positive values of win/win strategic opportunity
Edging out double-binding
mind/body
spirit/nature
ego/eco
Self/Other disvalues
of two passively negative non-risk takers,
hoarding against a co-passionate future
more contentedly resilient
than a contentious ally
of death-defying
Me v We
Yang v Yin
+PolyNomial v -(-PolyPathic) hopeless despair,
unpaired negativity.
Prints
Voice print, finger print, DNA, foot print, bomb print,
Computer print, cloth print. Fossil prints, animal print.
Print for a dent.
Everything can be identified.
Denture print, teeth print, money print, tire print.
There is nowhere to hide.
We have DNA for a whale
and even for those guys locked up in jail.
Body print in an MRI and an x-ray. There is even a print of the day.
Low 30s, high 50s, barometer temperature, stars light years away.
There is a photo in the computer of this day.
There is an eye scan.
Everything different for billions of people all over the land.
Each one of us have different finger prints in our hand.
Crime done in 1954, the culprit can’t be hidden any more.
Cops, FBI, forensic reach back in the past
And find you at last.
They do a time line, connect the dots and you end up locked up
Behind the jailhouse door.
Do your deed and dare to bleed
You won’t have the speed
To go far
Before they know who you are.
FBI, local PD and security
will connect the evidence to your identity.
The camera at the corner in the night
Took your picture as you ran by.
Brings your crime to broad daylight.
You couldn’t outrun the speed of the shutter eye.
The camera is the witness so don’t you lie.
Prints follow us wherever we go.
DNA and prints we leave behind
Both has been with us since the
Beginning of time.
The outlook for the coming week
Socially hot with a wave of heat
Love is fair, fine with expected sun
Finances however overcast but rain there's none
Health this week foggy with low lying cloud
The weekend expect lightning and thunder that's loud
The extended outlook it's fair to say
Varies by the season, month and day
Summer this year to love brings doubt
Hot, dry and dusty, somewhat of a drought
Socially you'll reach maximum temp
Tropical storms are likely and they're meant
Finances look bright, calm and clear
But health may be blustery with arctic air
The months in spring a likely rainbow
Socially you're tired as cloud lies low
Love could be foggy and a likely frost
Poor visibility brings financial loss
The barometer gives an accurate measure
Health is suffering from high pressure
Winter expect blizzards and snow
Socially too cold you won't want to go
Love has a warning gale force wind
Finances will continue in a cyclonic spin
Health can expect the bitterly cold
Snowstorms and snowflakes you just want to hold
Autumn the climate sure does change
Socially there are twisters that'll rearrange
Love can bring a storm of dust
Beware of this as it's just lust
Finances they may just evaporate
This warning however has no date
Intermittent rain describes your health
But the forecast predicts just be yourself!
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
Atmospheric pressure’s training school
Anonymous board, equipped with fine tool
Teaches silently to everyone who under it sit
To handle pressure and still stay calm with it!
The massive ships bear it through the journey
The caulker, to make ships bear it, makes them sturdy
The little boy on the beach happily flies his kite
The balloons are zealous to make their flight
It gets low to create depressions
To manifest as cyclonic expressions
A robust training to tackle the uncertain
To stay strong and prepared with safety curtain!
When the barometer reads its level high
Weather is calm with a clear sky!
A message sent here is to stay clear of mind
When Situations are stressed and things unkind!
It turns its charming wand to bring rainy shower
And moisten the earth to clad it in verdant cover
In weather and climate changes, it has its major clout
To sustain every life here ,its role is immense no doubt
On Olives, Otters, Owls, birches
On Horses, Humans, Hoopoes on Perches
It acts on all evenly under the Sun
A lesson to stay impartial and just sparing none!
FOR CONTEST:ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
SPONSORED BY: SHADOW HAMILTON
Written on: 4th September 2017