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I heard about your violent death...
And had not known about your poems.
I went searching for them, but it seems as if
Someone must have put them away.
Perhaps they would be just too lovely for our ears to hear...
Perhaps the words would be more worthy
Than our repentant hearts might be permitted to feel?
And I am left looking out of my upstairs window
At the mass of white blossoms beautifying the pale cherry trees;
Not even a wisp of wind ...the whole World is left
Silently grasping for breath;
And the fraught blossoms dares not even tremble
Should they lose their tenuous grip upon the crowded
Black twigs.
They called it terminating a pregnancy you know,
like they were canceling some out-of-date TV show.
If you don’t like the song do you kill the radio,
Oh Momma, surely there has to be a better way.
You never gave me the chance for my life to unfold,
for me to fall in love, to laugh, to cry, to grow old.
And now the story of my life can never be told,
Oh Momma, why have you flushed my hopes and dreams away.
I understand what you’re saying, it’s your right to choose,
you don’t need some bureaucrat telling you what to do.
But what about me mommy don’t I have some rights too,
Oh Momma, I’m out of sight out of mind so they say.
To dream, to breathe, and to love are rights that my God gave,
to be allowed to follow my path from birth to grave.
Should you be permitted to dismiss that with a wave,
Oh Momma, for the world’s sins why did I have to pay.
I was daydreamin' the other day a-munchin' on my oats,
Gazin' across the pasture at the cows, sheep and goats.
Them fellers sure do live a life of ease as compared to me.
When I tell you about my plight, I think that you will agree!
They get to graze and lounge about while I do all the work.
Often they'll glance my way with a self-satisfied smirk.
I get the sting of a quirt if my duties I should ever shirk.
It's enough to drive this weary old war-horse berserk!
I will readily admit and I'll be the very first to concede,
It's for sure I ain't a handsome, prancin' Arabian steed.
But if I may be permitted to say somethin' in my defense.
I'm certainly blessed with good old common horse sense!
Them arrogant snobs ain't "saddled" with all this silly tack,
Nor do they bear three hundred pounds of cowpoke on their back!
And they don't have that dude a-spurrin' 'em on each flank.
I could get along very well without that, to be perfectly frank!
About the only highlight in my life is some new shoes now and then,
And if I'm able to survive, I'll retire to frolic in the glen.
Perhaps they'll take pity on me when I become old and gray.
Til then, I'll plod along eatin' my meager rations of oats and hay!
Urgent Tea Party
Mrs. Jet sent out the invitations in a fever and a heat
Envelops sealed with royal wax and stamps she licked herself
The tea would be at Meadow Marsh Retreat two weeks from now
Appropriate attire is required for all attending this event
Pleated blouse and sleeves for women, tux and tie for men
“No extraneous unknown entities will be permitted
No other friends, family, dogs, or fish will be let in”
Attendees are sworn to secrecy
It must be something serious! It must be something dire!
Mrs. Jet intimated in her letter with some guile
In her subtle way by way of content details; “Oolong Da-Hong Pao and Dragon
Well Bud Tea will be prepared”, she wrote
These teas are only served in emergencies, as we all know
This must be something grandiose indeed
Two weeks later to the minute
Mrs. Jet and company sat under the ulmus trees at Meadow Marsh
Sipping the lovely teas when she stood up to make remarks
Welcome one and all to this Urgent Meeting on this urgent matter.
My credit score is perfect every time
I’m about to lose my mind
3 weeks ago my credit report was due
It was released but to who?
Perhaps they forgot to mail it
I fear it must be lost or stolen
The perpetrator of this malfeasance must be jailed
The TV says my credit score is needed
It must be repeated daily
Mrs. Jet set out to make this point
Without a credit report and score, what’s the use of going on?
Many of the honored guests were equally offended and annoyed
Some gasped. Some even fainted.
Who would take your credit score?!
One man interjected as he roared
This means war!
When darkness falls
You find your freedom:
Fantasy.
Don't say you didn't know.
The Tyrant told us all, for many years,
What he intends
Though he speaks mountains of lies
Regarding specifics
His truth absolute regarding his intentions.
Don't say you didn't know.
There will be no redemption,
There will be no forgiveness
Should he and his minions prevail.
We shall be consigned to the dustbin of History
All nobility forgotten.
This cannot be permitted.
This cannot be allowed.
We shall fight him to the last breath,
We shall fight unto our very death
They cannot win
They shall not win
Don't say you didn't know.
These lyrics I write may sound unkind
But black and white crime should not be permitted in these time
Teacher, teacher why do you choose to make me the monkey of the school
Is it because you think the color of my skin is so uncool.
Teacher, teacher my mother did not make a fool
I know when you are being cruel
All of a sudden, you chose to change the school rules.
Teacher, teacher help me to understand
Why, you choose to make me an everyday mule
Can't you see hatred and war only starts a fuel.
Teacher, teacher I want to learn , I have too earn
But your hatred for my color have me terrified and concern
Teacher, teacher don't get me wrong not because my body look strong
It means you can make me the playground clown.
Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again
As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields
For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth
Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you
She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained
These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure
The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne
For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant
There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt
With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile
She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight
Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
All white Westerners and Western ideas are inherently evil
Indigenous peoples are all naturally kind and good 24/7
White Western governments are all systemically racist
It is biologically impossible for a black person to be racist
Only whites murder blacks. Black men never kill other black people.
White males should be permitted to exist only as an underclass
Abraham Lincoln was solely responsible for 639,000 deaths, the murderer
Fidel Castro's regime oversaw a dramatic increase in literacy in Cuba
Zionism and Judaism promote apartheid and the murder of Palestinians
Police departments must be eliminated the world over
Prisoners everywhere must be released, their prisons destroyed
The Western model of the nuclear family must be eradicated
These are all eternal truths
They replace Mao's little red book
I have burned Mao's little red book
The lines above are my new bible
(July 03, 2020)
Month Two of the First Year of the Republic of CHAZ/CHOP
Let the Melancholics delight at your beauty tonight.
From the bossom of ecstacy down to the purity of heart
You are indeed a ravine work of art
A million words can't define you
Yes, beautiful can summarise your radiance
But the indepth of such rare beauty remains Unspoken
For no word is worthy enough in describing you.
Shall I talk of your body with an undiluted gut
I will say, a sight of you sparks an erotic fire
You are luscious in kindness, and your inclining anatomy evokes great desire
If I in appreciation of you, be permitted to speak with body language
I shall engrave my head on your supple breast
And never will my teeth scratch your teats in the act
I shall gulp from your udders passionately
Spend ample time on each subtle breast
Place pleasant kisses on your neck
And won't forget to suck on your lips softly and delightfully
I shall caress your darling breast and udder till you feel the impact in your spine
I will suck on your divine grove more and more like it's a great wine
This sweet moves will bring about screams of pleasure
I will do more till my name turns a melody in your mouth
Till you relish to suck on my mantle and bring out a sweet gamete
I shall artfully rock your boat to ecstasy
And immerse you in peak of ravine pleasure
We shall both scream with the voice of a siren
Your body ignite so much erotic fire
*Aduke* every bit of you is my desire.
As I write you this, know that my phallus is risen and enthusiastically waiting on your blessing.
In God’s own humane world time often comes
when life is mutilated by despicable instincts,
people plunge in cesspool of vice and sin.
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray in chaos
as morality is defaced by harsh intolerance
and kinship disintegrates within abhorrence.
In the cramped squalid suffocating state
the system of severe supremacy emerges,
holds the reins of rigid governance
when even the thoughts are imprisoned.
Enwrapped within collapsed wings of caged birds,
the confined hearts crumble quietly
in the abyss of controlled isolation.
For the helpless captured by dreamless darkness
where even the moon must be permitted to shine,
thin streaks of self-respect get smothered
like the rays of hope entwined with sparks of dissent,
extinguished by the strict surveillance of fear
in the situation of silent submission.
Deprived of the draft of ethical air,
destroying the tenets of human values,
people with blank faces under watchful eyes
walk as shadows of nonentity with muted souls,
trying to train their minds what not to believe,
when even the thoughts are imprisoned
as freedom becomes a memory.