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Enslaved no more, I ran to him; lovingly we embraced
His arms around me, I knew my feelings were not misplaced
We fell to our knees in pleasure, my gown slowly fell down
Exploring each other tenderly, true love we had found
His gentle hands upon my skin, I quivered with delight
Our magical union made the dark prison cell seem bright
A virgin was not “deflowered,” rose buds burst into bloom
As I caressed the broad smooth chest of my most ardent groom
Upon my Dragon Dragoons, we set off to my homeland
Across the captor's wastelands, empty of festering bland
Soon we approach my kingdom, majestic mountains of awe
Over rich greened glens and blue rivers, of pure by glacial thaw
Ahead, my castle so grand, built from granite of the Scots
To any others who invade my kingdom, forget me not
We are greeted by my people, cheering my maiden and I
In salute to her saving, a wedding is what they cry
From this revealing, erotic dream, I woke up breathless
Knowing the loving connection I’d felt was not senseless
A Scottish eagle soared over the Highlands searching
His long-sought dove waits on an American shore perching
But now it’s clear what had transpired and soon the two will meet
Across the Atlantic he’ll sail, his past-life love to greet
And as in Medieval times their passion will reignite
Their reconnected souls will embark on a future bright
Women, who stand stronger than a castle,
resolute, with a chin higher than a tower.
Beautiful in their imperfect endless battle,
their flaws less than there are vowels.
I, a man, raised by a motherly embrace.
Stood kissed by the divine, among her grace.
No matter how lost I’ve become in my ways,
I am still the lost boy, that cried when she’s away.
To a woman, who stood proud amongst the many,
who carried mountains and looked to carry.
To the laugh, that will echo while they envy,
to the woman, that never let me fall heavy.
Who calmed my mind and forced it steady,
who held my hand, when I was not ready,
to grow into this world and to be a man,
a woman built me and then she carried.
Long live all the women, mother’s to our mother’s.
Whom walked this land so we don’t suffer.
Soar high, weightless and free,
forever the reason, I have come here to be.
It's Yuletide - hope's renewed, love grows,
Bringing warm memories of Christmastime,
All 'round soft carol music flows;
Porch lights twinkle e'en as it snows,
People flock to chapels as church bells chime,
It's Yuletide - hope's renewed, love grows;
Pies and cakes, families get close,
Recalling our Redeemer's birth sublime,
All 'round soft carol music flows;
Hope of a thousand tomorrows,
Jesus was born to change sin's paradigm,
It's Yuletide - hope's renewed, love grows;
Trees adorned, sharing gifts well chose,
Snowmen are built in a white pantomime,
All 'round soft carol music flows;
A cold wind in December blows,
The warmth of a fireplace shows it's peacetime,
It's Yuletide - hope's renewed, love grows,
All 'round soft carol music flows.
12.03.2020
For Joseph May's "Deck the halls" contest
(A Prophecy of Collapse)
Once upon a time, beneath stars and stripes,
Stood a colossus—loud, armed, and blind to its blight.
It roared not with wisdom but with greed and might,
Casting shadows across oceans, in day and night.
Its streets were paved with silence, not gold,
Citizens numbed, liberty bought and sold.
The media fed illusions, thick and sweet,
While justice begged on Wall Street's feet.
A builder rose, not from virtue, but pride,
Crowned in red caps, and ignorance wide.
Trump, the name, a brand not a man,
Spoke not for the people, but for the plan.
He whispered fear into every law,
Preached nationalism with a dictator’s draw.
The eagle, once soaring, began to dive,
As hunger and hatred kept truth alive.
The oppressed cried beneath polished flags,
While wealth rolled past in armored Jags.
He made of Twitter a holy decree,
And mocked the truth on national TV.
But prophecy dances in silence, not crowds,
And thunder brews under sleeping shrouds.
The land of the free became tired and torn,
Its unity fractured, its myth reborn.
One by one, the states will pull,
Tired of dancing to Washington’s rule.
Texas will murmur, then yell, “We secede!”
California, tired, will plant its own seed.
Civil wars, not with muskets but minds,
A digital rebellion, restructured by signs.
The poor, the Black, the bruised and betrayed,
Will rise like waves the Empire delayed.
The world shall whisper, as stars rearrange,
“Once, there was America—but now things have changed.”
No more illusions, no more disguise,
For the bully’s mask has met its demise.
From bloodied dreams and broken news,
Will rise a world that no longer fears abuse.
America—the empire—will collapse from within,
Its tale engraved where the fall begins.
And the prophets shall say in their twilight song:
You ruled with power, but not for long.
For every house built on sand and lies,
Must one day fall… and never rise.
[REVISED 2024 April 04]
Shinar, some know as Mesopotamia, others as Assyria,
near the Euphrates River, a midday sun cast doubts of
a weakened shade made idle by the pause of its agile
host, named Nimrod, son of Cush, grandson of Ham,
and Noah's great-grandson. No sign of depletion, hence
the shade returns to motion.
Nimrod is the soul ruler of the land of Shinar, host to
several ancient cities, one was called, Babel. Scripturally,
Nimrod was said to be a great hunter, and that would be
the length of it. Jewish and Christian texts are not able
to agree whereupon Nimrod's entry into the historical
record books other than what has been escribed in the
scriptures of the Talmud and the Bible, albeit, elements of
foreign records have cluttered historical accountabilities
and further strengthened pre-existing ambiguities, thusly,
a genre of conjectures misleads, and misinterpretations,
have made authenticity and accuracy to remain divided.
There are numerous variances, such as those accounts
between Jewish and Islamic customs or beliefs from
generation to generation, concerning Nimrod's and of
Abraham's first encounter, from that of a subliminal
meeting of minds, to the simplicity of a gnat that had
overwhelmed the mighty forces of Nimrod's army by
entry into his brain's that affected his abilities.
The accounts of Josephus concerning King Amraphel
whom Abraham did battle in Genesis, was Nimrod. The
Tower of Babel was built by the people whom King
Amraphel, being Nimrod, had ruled, and by that being
such, gave rise to Nimrod ordering the building of the
Tower in Babel. The Christian Bible does naught mention
that other than he, Nimrod, was a great hunter. I
believe it would have stabilize Josephus' claims.
Elephant built his own fly away escape
Hot air balloon that most cannot readily make.
The chimpanzee watched him carefully that day
Grabbed on to the bottom and swung along on his way
The elephant was traveling at a tremendous speed
We are having such a great time! Said the chimpanzee, Feed.
They escaped from the circus compound and never went back.
Loving every minute as they traveled past every rail track.
They floated through Michigan, onto Kalamazoo.
They are so high! And so daring! Said a turtle named Boo.
Boo usually could not see a hot air balloon, but he was stuck on his back.
I wish I could go with them he said wistfully; his name was Mack.
I think of a past lover,
One lost now in the machinery of time,
but that’s just a poet’s conceit,
she has built a castle
where she now rules dozen of white mice,
one of those twitchy loyal rodents
has my face.
Far better to see her
wandering in a maze of sweet sorrow
as she recalls our brief liaisons.
I can write a poem about that,
nothing with her not giving a damn about me
or a day after we parted
dismissing me from her thoughts forever.
No, I will rewrite the past and the future,
maybe get the exterminator to call
regarding the mouse problem.
Clutch my chest
to indicate a broken heart,
think of an ending that won’t leave folks
wondering just what kind of a looser I am.
And That Was When Part 6
So often you enjoyed
Those long strange years imprisoned
In Life and Time,
Especially the new ones you brought in,
Reliving the perfection you once knew.
And there were Loves,
And Friends
And Enemies
And hates and joys and fears
All on the way
As the currents bore you
To the distant, unknown
Other shore.
There were always ten questions
For every answer,
Ten regrets for every triumph -
But you learned.
You learned to see.
You learned to wait.
You learned to listen.
And always, without knowledge,
You learned to watch
For what was coming.
And that was when
Your days built you
For better or worse
For greater or less.
And that was when
Your vision dimmed or brightened,
Not without - within.
ROBOTS
Mechanical men built with of bolts, steel and screws
Embedded with a computer program stating the Don’ts and Dos
Wiring the components demands so much care
Before the Machine men endures the tasks that even the strongest can not bear
With a back up battery in place
To help him keep up the pace
With a carefully molded mask on his head
And a fist made up of lead
And a reactor for a heart
And this enables him kick start
In a fight you can tear one thousand men apart
Engaging in so many tasks
As you are doctor, teacher and slave
And even conduct rescue missions
But does this suggest that you are brave?
The ultimate war machine
With a rocket booster on your back
And a lot of armor and ammunition which you keep a nap sack
Feeling no emotions
You are told what to do
Everything is right as long as it is processed into you
Artificial limps and mechanical muscles
In the battle fields on earth
You replaced man in his tussles
Even on Mars and Venus
And beyond the Solar System
Performing a thousand tasks at once
So Herculean and I can’t even list them
Oh! Poor robot
You can not feel love or hate
And only stimulates the taste of food on a plate
He could not comprehend what others regard as a joke
And would do exactly those words that they spoke
You can not understand the true meaning of passion
Or affection
And turns way when he is needed for attention
He tries to mimic Adam
In looks and carriage
That won the hearts of so many damsels
Who even proposed marriage?
By pretending to be a man
In his black Tuxedo
And even eats beans from a can
And travels incognito
With a telescopic eyes equipped with night vision technology
Your internal organs do not match human’s anatomy or physiology
So enjoy your servitude you faithful puppet
Dictated by your master’s strings
Behind the curtain
Or even with laser beams
One day a deadly virus corrupted your software
And you began to disobey your master which he could not bear
You fell in love
And got married
For ten years he tarried
Despite the creator’s wish for a reunion
And instead you chose a rebellion
But man remains your master
And your system is shutdown
Before you commit more mischief in our town
We bought the house during a winter storm
The widow had baked chocolate chip cookies
They would have been delicious
Without the cat hair
I discreetly pulled two out before I slid it into my napkin.
Her husband had passed on Halloween, she told me.
My husband was inspecting the windows, insuring they were Pella.
We are from Iowa which should explain this.
Nothing weird happened for months and months.
But on Halloween night we realized we should not have kept the hat.
It was a derby with a jaunty yellow ribbon.
We found it in the front closet after the widow moved out.
How sweet! I said; let’s keep it. In honor of the man who built the house.
Having no idea that he would put it on and torment us in our sleep
On Halloween night. His face was kindly, but his eyes had evil intentions.
He jumped on our bed and shook us awake.
Get out of my house! He screamed and chased us with a broom.
We ran off in fright. I felt eight-years-old again.
That was weird, right? My husband asked me.
We agreed that it made us feel younger, so we kept the hat.
Looking forward to the next thirty Halloweens.