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Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
It is a gift you will receive as you call out His Name
For satan can no longer deceive in that Jesus came
In every situation and concerning every circumstance
With God in the equation satan doesn't stand a chance
You will begin to see all the things you couldn't see before
As from all else you are free and speaking from your core
Just in giving Him due praise and acknowledging His Grace
You will remove all earthly haze and begin seeing His Face
But the wisdom that will come that just follows in His wake
It doesn't just happen to some but all working for His sake
He will clear out your mind and point you in a new direction
So in the thoughts you find you have a whole new selection
But these ways that were before unseen are now clear as day
Many know what I mean in understanding exactly what I say
But many haven't asked as even these words they can't hear
For if in His Glory you haven't basked how could it be clear
If only for a moment,
I could swoop you away.
I’d plan an entire night,
Easing the stress of the day.
Fresh cut roses in a vase,
And a candle lit dinner.
My mind races with thoughts,
And girl, you’re the winner.
Delve into this ecstasy,
For my love’s not a mirage.
After your lovely dinner,
I’d give you a massage.
Take the load off your feet,
And let my fingers flow.
Lets just sail away,
To wherever this may go.
I want to see you chill,
And clear out your head.
Relaxing with no worries,
As the best lies ahead.
With a cluster of grapes,
And a little red wine.
A hint of soft music,
For you to unwind.
Releasing your tension,
I like to see you smiling.
And the layers of fun,
Are just now compiling.
A late walk on the beach,
Unforgettable memories on sand.
I’d be your noble servant,
Every wish at your command.
If you need to get away,
Come spend an evening with me.
Our action’s would write a book,
Of the greatest love poetry.
Where is this place called heaven?
Through the dawn-light, entering a
mystic-cleft between earth and sky
Perhaps, the bright where the
night-eye flies – make a left, at the
Big Dipper – straight ahead till
the marker, God!
Heaven, the father-side of earth infirmity? –
Or as Christ said: already inside
of us~ No need to travel (a blessing with
the cost of fuel rising clear out-of-sight)
Could heaven then be, less a place apart,
and more a near-in release
can it be less a banquet reached, scratched out of
toil-full earth living...and closer a feast, already set,
for the taking by its own, innate Christ relationship giving
Must heaven be reached only through the doorway of painful death, beyond a bloody curtain of sin and guilt parted...or can such thorn-full existence be rightfully avoided, allowing all us hood-winked, therefore psychically blind to clearly live outright man's Divine essence? Has the Rapture been delayed, weighted down, colored over by humanity's own, dark surface capture...freedom kept just beyond the arm-length of immortal time – our ring-tones and chimes controlled by a devil who keeps turning heads and hearts with his pit-full keys, hell's damnable-winding? – St John 10.34: “Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?” Or only some scripture is correct?
My brain is totally tapped
Something in me finally snapped
My blood pressures on the rise
Flames are shooting from my eyes
Getting feverish and hot
Tightness is about to start
In my hands as fists are closing
Signs of anger surely showing
Veins in my head fastly thumping
Stress is furiously pumping
Through every inch and every space
Redness on my cheeks and face
Tremors causing me to shake
Like a dangerous earthquake
That will do a lot of damage
I can not control or manage
These emotions so watch out
Smoke is coming from my "snout"
I'm a bull about to charge
Painful sharp horns big and large
So stay clear out of my path
At full force I will attack
Everyone who's been a jerk
In my life causing the hurt
Making me go this insane
Revenge is such a deadly game
You may run for what seems alike forever but be abandoned.
You can walk a trillion miles and never show up at your objective.
Despite how enthusiastically you attempt, you may never be restive.
They might be unconscious that you are giving them all the required.
No matter how loudly you yell, nobody will pay attention to you.
While you are being cared for, you may clear out to people as well.
If you don't act, you'll never expect what possibilities you subdue.
It will lead you to harm path if you don't aim it and hang it, it fell.
Rise out of bed because every day is a fresh day.
Examine your life from the perspective of what's in it for you.
You can avoid getting pulled into the worst by rejecting the new.
If your glow is ready to meet new people, life will not be ugly.
Written: July 16, 2021
Motivation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
I’ve crossed paths with toxic people.
Toxic people, like rain you meet without an umbrella, without warning.
Toxic people with neatly pressed flattery and wrinkled hearts.
People who judge.
People who envy.
People who say hello with biting teeth.
It’s unbelievable,
it’s pathetic,
it’s terrible.
Now, I observe. I choose. I clear out.
Like picking stones out of your shoes before learning to walk without limping.
Sometimes it comes back.
It stings.
It tightens.
It breaks the heart a little.
And the tears do their work:
they fall, they insist, they know better than we do.
And then one day, they stop—
like the rain again—
and we breathe differently.
We understand we were neither the first
nor the last
in their little masquerade.
They perform—
always the same roles,
well-fitted costumes,
victims on display.
And we—
we become the villains
without ever signing the script.
They turn the mirrors around,
show you your reflection like a fault.
“It’s not me,” they say,
“it’s never me.”
They are perfect.
Perfect like a mistake one refuses to correct.
It has a name,
but they don’t hear it;
it slips off them like water on stone.
Gently, without a sound,
we walk away.
And one morning, without warning,
we realize
our shoulders are lighter,
and silence hurts less
than their words.
Black lies and deceits were hidden within the cracks and crevices
Along with all the truths hidden that fears your greatest nemesis
But there was nothing that can be hidden that can’t be truly seen
All the decades of cruelty, where you purposely tried, to demean
Ushers standing in silence as each of the guilty crimes were read
Where even the judge’s face paled, then in shame hung his head
With the real truth soon exposed, more evidence, came into play
And purposeful experience upon the twelve jurors’ had been laid
Each one unable to condemn, as each had played their own part
To rip away the innocence, of what was just a good honest heart
Reverse psychology was played, to get the culprits desired effect
Their guilty ridden consciousness, on you they wanted to project
These shutter island personas, unsure of which of them to blame
And a judge who had no choice; but to condemn them, all insane
With the players playing the players all within one confined room
Wardens held their shovels ready, to clear out the pending doom
Its aftermath was not a pretty sight as the hidden truth prevailed
Then the skins and bones were scrutinized with the lies un-veiled
Each warden scooped up the deceits in their own respective pails
To re-address some kind of balance, on those judgemental scales
Put up yet again before the high judge, but are no lesser accused
None of them; before God, or judge, are to be remained excused
But exposed for ruining others innocence, to fuel their own ends
Thus to enjoy their dividends without once making their amends
But the naivety of your innocent, does not allow you to walk free
No excuses for ignorance; therefore, the judge ignored your plea
It's all smoke and mirrors, just a masquerade,
living life in shadows, in a world we've made,
hiding all the battles that we fight inside,
putting on a smile, like it’s all a joyride.
Trying to be strong, but the weight's getting heavy,
while the world keeps spinning, got to keep it steady.
You laugh and you play, like it’s all a dream,
but underneath the surface, it ain't what it seems.
It’s smoke and mirrors, pulling all the strings,
dancing on a tightrope, oh the magic it brings,
but when the night falls and the curtains come down,
the truth rushes in, and it drags you to the ground.
Yeah, it’s all smoke and mirrors, hiding your pain,
faking all the pleasure, pretending it’s a gain.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, it’s hard to ignore,
it’s all smoke and mirrors, till it aint no more.
Everyone’s got stories, that they never share,
living in the shadows, gasping for the air,
each day’s a struggle, every night’s a fight,
caught in the cycle, lost in the dark night.
Behind the front, a tough game we play,
trying to convince ourselves it's all okay,
you put on a show, and to the world, you smile,
but deep down inside, all you want is a while.
When you feel lost, just take a breath,
you're more than your struggles, outsmart the stress.
Look in the mirror, see the truth in your eyes,
there’s strength in the struggle, there’s no disguise.
You’re not alone here, in this game that we play,
let the smoke clear out, let the night fade away.
True life in daylight, no more running scared,
in a world that is honest, we’ll all be repaired.
They used to come only at night,
And hide way up under the bed,
Tucking their feet clear out of sight,
Ready to angrily pinch my pinky toes red,
D A D D Y! I’d holler, and scream.
M O M M Y! I would cry and yell.
S I S S Y! I’d shriek in my dream,
Heartbeat knowing I was about to be killed,
My own child picked up on this gloom
The first time he stayed in grandma’s house.
M O M M Y ! D A D D Y! He yelled, in full scared bloom.
I ran in, heart beating fast, expecting to see a little gray mouse.
What is it, Son? I asked my train-covered pajama wearing little man.
It’s the monsters he whispered, his amber and brown eyes as big as my head.
I nodded. “They’ll get you too, if you fall and land.”
So you’d better lay down right now, and stay in that bed.
3/28/2018