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“A voice was heard in Ramah,
weeping and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children;
and she refused to be consoled,
because they are no more.”
Hope was born before the massacre;
Jesus Christ was swaddled in a manger.
Why Rachel? She died in childbirth.
She cried out in her sadness.
Rachel cried out, “Ben Oni,”
son of my mourning.
Jacob renamed him, Benjamin.
Rachel cried out.
Massacre of the innocents,
those sweet boys delivered
out of Bethlehem’s reach
and into Abraham’s bosom.
Into Egypt, Mary and Joseph
and their bundle of good news and great joy,
until God called them out of Egypt.
“Prepare the way for the Lord,”
spoken before John the Baptist
was beheaded because of a lustful dance.
Sufferings abound amidst the healings.
There are tares amidst the wheat.
Snatch them out, you would think,
but for now they’re a necessary favor.
God’s mercy and grace
draws all men to Himself.
“For God so loved the world
in this way: He gave his one
and only Son, so that everyone
who believes in him
will not perish but have
eternal life.”
“In Him was life, and that life was
the light of men. That light shines
in the darkness, and yet
the darkness did not overcome it.”
Mary would also feel the nails
that pierced her son’s wrists and ankles.
She would suffer the death of her savior.
Christ’s suffering and death, both necessary.
We want only to jump for joy, see the healings,
enjoy the teachings and celebration.
But, God knew what we needed to last.
Even now, his hand holds back
the Day of the Lord, when his mercy
runs out and great wrath comes
for those who bray in wicked deeds,
whose hearts have turned from their Creator.
A star in the heavens shines.
The heavenly host breaks out in song.
It’s the day they’ve been waiting for.
Shepherds and wise men make their way
to Him.
Make your way to Him.
(interwoven scripture from the NIV bible)
Their faces ‘don’t fit’
So we can’t put it on the news
- we don’t want to upset the likes
Of Benjamin Netanyahu
What will we tell our children ?
How many blind eyes will the world turn?
The world just stood and watched
As Gaza was bombed , flattened and burned
Sleep soundly Netanyahu
Tucked up in your comfy bed
But soon the Palestinian deaths you caused
Will wreak havoc in your head
May the sounds of thousands of screaming , dying children
Play constantly in your ears
May the souls of all you have killed
Act out on all your fears
As our governments conspires
to protect this war criminal
The rest of the world will take action
And condemn him to eternal hell
The drought had swept throughout the land
But under Pharoah’s dream-led reign
Joseph foresaw, provisions planned
So Jacob sent his sons for grain
And down to Egypt, down they went
But youngest Benjamin remained
Then Joseph, hearing they’d been sent
Then called them for an audience
They came before him, bowed and bent
They had not seen him those years since
Did not discern who he was now
Then Joseph pressed, became intense.
“You come before me and you bow,
Yet you are here to spy my land!”
Then quick were they to disavow,
“We’re brothers, honest to a man
And only here in search of food
With humble posture, outstretched hand.”
The spy charge, Joseph still pursued;
He would not let them off the hook,
And so he struck a bargain shrewd
“Upon your youngest must I look
While one retrieves him, all remain.”
And then he locked them up like crooks.
Once three days passed, he made it plain:
“Do this and live, for I fear God.
One will stay here, the rest take grain,
But I will know you are all frauds
Unless with youngest you return.”
Then signaled captors with a nod.
Their shame and guilt then surfaced, burned,
“He begged us, but we headed not.”
Distress they felt indeed well earned.
In hushed tones, secret, so they thought,
But Joseph, hearing, turned and wept,
In stealth, returned the cash they’d brought.
That night fear, panic, over-swept
Them all on looking at their grain
Seeing their coins then, they too wept.
How it was there, none could explain.
“What is this God has done to us?”
They cried, returning home in pain.
Yes, down to Egypt, down they went
Not understanding they’d been sent.
(from Genesis 42:1-28)
June 6, 1944, known as D-Day, allied troops landed on the beaches, an
unpleasant day that started in the early morning hours in
Normandy, France, and turned the tides of World War II. The
effect was the beginning and the liberation of Western Europe and
tanglement from Nazi control.
Exhausted they'd given their lives and we remember them.
Each soldier has their own story of the chaos;
none are the same as they were moved by impulse of the moment.
Their heroism and bravery displayed by troops
has served as inspiration to all our Allied countries.
7/14/2018
Poetry Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsored By: Edward Ibeh
John Lee Richmond pitches baseball first perfect game on June 12, 1880.
United Colonies changed their name to the United States on June 7, 1775.
Navy Captain James Lawrence said, “Don’t give up the ship!”, on June 1, 1813.
Electricity is discovered by Benjamin Franklin and his kite on June 10, 1752.
The Treaty of Versailles was signed to end WWI on June 28, 1919.
England crowned Henry VII King on June 24, 1509.
Emst Enno, Estonian poet and author born on June 8, 1875.
New York held the first fly-casting tournament on June 18, 1861.
Tour of the U.S. by the Rolling Stones started on June 2, 1964.
“Happy Birthday to you”, was first sung on June 27, 1859.
My Missing Muse
I have tried to write as of late,
but my mind has become a true blank slate.
My keyboard is bored and my ideas are bland.
I have to think of something grand.
Lately I lack poetic thought, thus I’m feeling quite distraught.
Maybe new themes will come to mind, if I read some antique poems of mine.
I have written about nature,
birds like ducks,
a child’s marker freckles,
a coffee cup.
A retired boat resting on the shore,
dirty socks behind a door.
I’ve penned 2 poems about Monet and VanGogh.
Now Degas? I don’t know.
Lady Di who danced in her royal gown,
but sadly now listens to angel sounds.
Her love for people was always increasing, but my poetic thoughts,now decreasing.
A teapot and a tuffet, diddle diddle dee.
A sweet little bundle came to me.
Blueberries grow on a bush not a tree!
Still no ideas will come to me.
Two tired tulips on my windowsill doze.
Three ladybugs on a daffodil pose.
Now is the time I need to compose!
A chorus frog’s peeping has a dancing beat,
clicking,
croaking,
repeat.
Jumping rope in heels, the teacher who tried her best.
Feathered fledglings sleeping in a Blue Egg mommy’s nest.
There is a wee granny in my apple tree.
Bring your appetite, then you’ll see!
Trees dressed in acorns
Protect our seas
Echoing owls between forest trees.
No new ideas coming into my head ?
My muse is hiding, I dread.
Cronkite,a reporting wiz,
closed the news, “That’s the way it is”
An unbiased journalist one could trust.
Integrity, sincerity and principles, a must.
TV shows,
Winter fairies on tiptoes.
Still I have the blank slate woes!
A path of moonlight, dragonflies.
Slowly summer says goodbye.
Soon the southern birds will fly.
Smell the season sunshine.
Crowds that cheer, “Alley Oop”
As basketballs find their longed for hoops.
Aunt Gloria was warm in her Irish blue.
Little boy Benjamin lost his little shoe!
His sister found it, "PEE U”
“Hooray” I cheer. Now it seems more clear, I feel my blank slate might disappear.
I’m suddenly feeling passion for more creative action!
Imagination,inspiration,determination!
My mental blankness is washing away.
New topics to write about, coming into play.
Now upside down silly fun.
To the writing teeter totter Marikate, have fun!
Mom, Happy Thanksgiving
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere
Then I Turn 18 Again
And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button
When Some Stranger Named Paul,
Who Dwells In A Hard Castle On Avenue 19,
Plays A Nostalgic Tune Of Glorius Therapeutic Effervescence,
I Will Be At Your Burial Site With Flowers ?? For You
I Will Treasure The Memories In Tributary Showers For You
Without You Here, I Will Always Be Alone
Still Searching For Replacements But Failing Instantaneously
My Love And Appreciation For You Has No Expiration Date And Will AllWays Be A HolyDay EveryDay In Every Way More And More Each Day In Every Phase Like A Metaphorical Phase That Confuses Me With Similes, HowEver, I Still Find A Way Via Ginseng Vibes Of SunShine Inspiration Thanks Wholly To You......
I Miss You And Love You, M.O.M. (Mother Of Marty) Like The Purification Of Simplicity's Kindred Spirit In Its Maternal Essence
Keep Resting Easy........Love Infinity........
The Eagle, the Dove or the Turkey: Which Bird?
In January 1784 Benjamin Franklin said,
That “The bald eagle…[was] of bad moral character”;
Called him poor, lousy and a thief, validated the turkey,
Which, he said, was “a true original native of America."
Although the turkey’s eaten at Thanksgiving,
And every American should appreciate their life,
It’s beginning to be enjoyed at Christmas time,
About which some religions don't give a hoot, and are not acting.
The dove traditionally signs for peace,
And forever will, all things being said,
And although America is a superpower,
It is not to me, and never will be, the world’s head.
Even though Russia just now is playing with power,
And America may be valid as interacting with it,
The United Nations for me is the force,
To call the shots for how governments should sit.
To me, America, stands for all people,
Any person can emigrate and find a life,
Because its weak and vulnerable are nurtured,
To get a challenge out of strife.
The bald eagle for me, with its wide and large nest,
Should be the symbol of America, with its Great Seal approval,
Because it says to me just anyone has stance,
By that pure white head which its brown body does enhance.
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.
"I don't put too much into The Constitution. Ya gotta remember that this document was put
together by a bunch of guys who thought selling (N word's) was OK, so apparently all of these guys were insane." - Ice-T
Mr Ice-T apparently
hasn't done his American History.
The Constitution had to be
voted and agreed upon by all the states unanimously.
All but two wanted to abolish slavery.
North Carolina always voted against the abolishing of slavery
and South Carolina always yielded its vote to North Carolina repeatedly.
The Constitution of The United States almost never came to be
because of the issue of slavery.
Adams was at his wits end.
His dream of a true democracy was falling apart before him.
He was then counseled by Benjamin Franklyn.
Both spent sleepless nights
trying to get the wording just right
so that they still just might
ratify this great Constitution.
Adams conceded and convinced all the states to keep slavery alive.
The Constitution was then signed by all and ratified.
Adams didn't sell out. A free nation for all in the future he still did see,
He and Ben Franklyn spent sleepless nights wording the Constitution so carefully.
All Born In America Are American Citizens, Naturally,
And Are Entitled To All Of The Privileges And Rights Of A True Democracy.
The Constitution didn't make exception to they born in slavery
so in truth, these children of slaves born in America were entitled to be free,
and hence began the abolishing of all slavery.
Our Fore Fathers were geniuses, guided spiritually if you ask me,
so you best give another review of your American History Mr Ice-T.
Your lips preach freedom,
but your hands drip with the oil of innocent blood.
You speak of peace,
but your bombs have baptized the earth in chaos.
I have seen your flags fly high
in Baghdad, in Kabul, in Tripoli—
not as symbols of liberty,
but as shadows over graves you helped dig.
You called Saddam a demon,
spoke of weapons never found—
but the only weapon that killed thousands
was your lie, polished and televised.
You turned the Holy Land
into a furnace of weeping mothers.
And still, your voice says:
"We fight for democracy."
But democracy does not come
on the back of tanks.
It does not wear uniforms that trample
the cries of the oppressed.
You speak of the International Criminal Court—
and yet,
you silence it when the gavel falls
on one of your own:
Benjamin Netanyahu, the accused,
bathed in Gaza’s smoke,
but guarded by your shield of denial.
You call yourselves the civilized,
but your soul has forgotten
the God who lifts the humble
and breaks the prideful.
Now, the Global South is rising—
with the dignity you once denied them.
They remember Congo.
They remember Haiti.
They remember the long night of colonial cruelty.
You call them enemies,
but they are only your mirror,
reflecting your sins with sobering truth.
And I say to you:
> What you do unto the least of these, you do unto yourselves.
For every empire built on lies will fall by truth.
Your children will ask one day:
"What did you build, father?"
Will you say:
"I built prisons in Palestine and playgrounds in Texas?"
No—
the world will not forget,
and neither will God.
> “For everyone who exalts himself shall be humbled,
and the one who humbles himself shall be exalted.”
Amen.