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Love is sacrificial,
It gives all without holding back,
It stands to defend,
Putting itself on the line.
Love is a traveller,
It goes on miles to seek the desired,
It journeys with the beloved,
Distance is not a barrier.
Love bears every circumstance,
Thorns and thistles fraught,
Briers and nettles abound,
It stays close through thick and thin.
Love is a comforter,
It heals deep cuts and wounds,
It’s a solace for the bereaved,
It’s a prop for the troubled.
Love is an upholder,
It lifts from the basest level,
It carries on eagle's wings,
It channels positive energies.
Love is a boundless stream,
Unpolluted and undefiled,
Sufficient for all who want to fetch,
Available in a serene flow.
August 20, 2022.
Trump's another Hitler
Mike Pence, a racist
America's a slave plantation
Accusations, the basest
Shootings and murders are rising
So let's defund the police
Since jails breed hardened criminals
Let's call for instant release
Big corporations are all evil
Their wealth, confiscate
'Redistribute it fairly' --
Will Congress take the bait?
False analogies make us wince
Illogical demands do too
Woke-sters run the government
And they're coming after you
you might no be rich or own a fancy car
you might live from hand to fist saving pennies in a jar
but the most important thing that you could ever possess
is to be an adopted child of God and for your testimony to progress
today's society is stuck on the basest of notions
that wealth and possessions deserve some type of devotion
yet you can't take it with you when your final hour comes
only the state of your soul and your salvation will determine
if you are a blessed one
money can't buy God's favor
and heaven does not hold out for the highest bidder
God only asks that you believe in Him
and repent from being a sinner
so it does not matter all that much if you don't have great wealth
God won't give you too many burdens
all He wants is your happiness and health
just study on the Holy Scriptures
and trust in God to guide you
remember His Son Jesus was poor as well
but God always found a way to get Him through
So frequently we sat inside
those holy dwelling places,
All Saints for all our sins,
knowing that true grace is
here in the pulpit, there in the pew.
So shamelessly we sat inside
those holy dwelling places,
Salvation found at fingertips
touching through forbidden spaces,
clinging, cold in the shadows outside.
So carelessly we sat inside
those holy dwelling places.
Do you recall the Chapel,
side by side with angel's faces,
where you first dared to touch my hand?
Across each threshold, love, My love,
we carried burning traces
of that blackest, basest love,
which no rosary erases.
The lord of the earth, the ruler of the world
You were once adored by Heaven and all
Most gracious Lucifer, the pride of the Almighty
Now lower than the basest of trash without pity
I wonder why you did it. I wish I could talk to you
I wish I could hear from your point of view
The version no one sees or hears.
I wish I could tell your story to who cares,
The hypocritical world, which has become a vestibule,
Will mock and say I ask the impossible
Curiosity drives me like a herd of cattle.
And I dance around like a snake’s rattle
Knowing as the Devil you were once an angel
Makes me know trust is overrated like a diamond bell
I do not judge you. That isn’t my job
The truth will be unwrapped someday like a cob
I do appreciate that you dared to be different
Though it made your membership card to be rent
Judgment for us is around the corner like homecoming
I extol not Satan, but the Son of the Morning
Nobody knew better than him the value
Of great art --
The need to preserve the memory of
Great artists;
Do not even the basest of us feel
Overwhelming emotion, hushed awe?
Great art should seem to the eye all
Things divine rather than human;
But still, of any person...it should fall
to him
To obliterate the most magnificent
Art had then yet to offer.
A crime committed in full view
Of the old city's appalled populace;
He undertook it with selfsame blase'
Nonchalance
Such as dictators sometimes so indulge in
When immersed in their own idle genocides.
The mind that contrived such eloquent,
Articulated words
Hell-bent on a dreadful, utterly
Inconceivable destruction!
And following on from this terrible
Silence of a long, drawn-out aftermath?
The choirs of gathering voices offering up
Glorianas and praises-in-excelsis
For that which unceasingly labours to exalt
In the banality of the prosaic and mundane.
Take care of her
Keeping toes and ties off the ground
Beware of those with savage intent
To draw her down
Beware those of quisling heart
Who seek only to pillage then plunder her
All those faces leering, cajoling, jeering then cheering
Distant recollections surface
Unwinding their purpose
A catalogue of misadventure
THEIR venom put upon YOU
As they race towards their judgmental conclusions
Rabid and acrid
Hypocritical bigotisms abound
Calling a DIAMOND, when a spade is just a spade.
Cathartic embolisms hold ears to ground
THIS wins NO points
Brings NO praise
Wears NO crown
The caterwauling of corruption
Casting dispersions, then claiming coercion
An aberration distilled down to its basest most repugnant desires
Wanton ADORATION to feed that nepotistic idolatry
The equivocation, The skullduggery
The pettifoggery, the subterfuge,
The pontification, The verascification
Dealt to all in attendance.
With all its scheming, and shifting and sideways leaning
The chicanery of blackest soul
Whose demarcation is bound by and to, those most easily bled, those most easily misled.
The ebb and flow of the waves coming and going
As they plead and pine
Quickly now, retreating
A slender pole with simple cord, is slowly dressed in
Her Red White and Blue
A bit tattered
A bit torn
Threadbare and Worn
Holds a message of SACRIFICE , of DUTY, of HONOR
OF HER TRUTHS PROMISED.
HER emancipated can bare no more system wide degradations.
The indignities cast upon her by those who hold the keys to HER hallowed halls, TIGHT to their chests
Allowing NOT
The promise of a justice blind, impartial, dealt with even hand over all her land.
We pledge to HER our loyalty, not one man
We pledge to HER as ONE country United beneath her splendor
A PLEDGE of Love for her and to one another.
No, no, no, no — We will not endure these tortures
Of the ferocious Human beings on us, not any more.
We, Mosquitoes, are the best amongst all creatures
Who remain not idle, accept whatsoever we procure.
The Humans, inhumanly, label us to be the basest
Of creatures and formulate devices to slaughter us.
But we counsel that you at first own evil soul test
And judge your core, inner animals, yourself thus.
You invent coils, sprays, electric tools to demolish
Our race but what regarding you own internal vice.
Try to make something that destroy your Devilish
Nature. You would better try to create that device.
From this night, We, the grand mosquitoes revolt,
We declare, never will we drink the impure blood
Rather would drink the fresh juices from a sprout.
We will not touch blood even if it flows like flood.
Chuck and Nancy quite the couple
They work in tandem and speak as one,
Like two fly’s buzzing in unison
Into my space have they now come.
A New York hack and a California dreamer,
Their single purpose to stop me in my tracks,
Just when the nation needs my talent most,
All I hear from them are quacks.
There’s a national emergency
With heathens at our gates,
Rapists, robbers and molesters,
The basest form of life’s primates.
But my wall will stop them,
To protect us all,
For them to try and block it
Takes truly quite some gall.
The fight’s not over,
I’ll win this yet,
Upon the outcome
You can now bet.
Our darling lovebirds
Need watch the sky,
As this great eagle
Comes swooping by!
What young damsels strive to make us safe in our home?
It's Bondi and Gabard and Ms. Kristi Noem.
Barbie Bondi's sleek tresses; vanilla chrome
The fair AG's brilliance dims not in twilight's gloam.
Our femme fatale Merlin makes grave crimes disappear
So many rich predators have zero to fear.
Staunch Telsi Gabbard, raven hair silver streaked
Cloak and dagger quirky devilry so readily leaked.
Your boss barks jump, and you jump to conclusions
Giving credence to all his cruel twisted delusions.
To DHS ICE Queen, Ms. Kristi Noem I shower elation
For her fashionista elan and prevarication.
You stir up our basest instincts, Ms. Noem
So to you I grudgingly dedicate my poem.