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An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.
The prosecutor alleged himself most stylish and best-dressed;
it seems he’d never lost a case, nor really once been pressed.
He was known far and wide for intensely hating clarity;
twelve dilettantes at once declared the defendant another fatality.
The judge was an intellectual well-known for his great mind,
though not for being merciful, honest, sane or kind.
Clerics called him the "Hanging Judge" and the critics were his kin.
Bystanders said, "They'll crucify him!" The public was not let in.
The prosecutor began his case
by spitting in the poet's face,
knowing the trial would be a farce.
"It is obscene,"
he screamed,
"to expose the naked heart!"
The recorder (bewildered Society)
greeted this statement with applause.
"This man is no poet.
Just look: his Hallmark shows it.
Why, see, he utilizes rhyme, symmetry and grammar!
He speaks without a stammer!
His sense of rhythm is too fine!
He does not use recondite words
or conjure ancient Latin verbs.
This man is an imposter!
I ask that his sentence be
the almost perceptible indignity
of removal from the Post-Modernistic roster."
The jury left in tears of joy, literally sequestered.
The defendant sighed in mild despair,
"Please, let me answer to my peers."
But how His Honor giggled then,
seeing no poets were let in.
Later, the clashing symbols of their pronouncements drove him mad
and he admitted both rhyme and reason were bad.
***
A well-known poet criticized this poem for being "journalistic." But then the poem is written from the point of view of a journalist who's covering the trial of a poet. The poem was completed by the end of my sophomore year in college.
In the world where religion meets politics,
A turbulent landscape, a battleground of conflicts.
Two mighty forces clash, with no peace in sight,
A never-ending struggle, an eternal fight.
Religion, a lantern guiding the human soul,
Politics, a game where power takes its toll.
With fervent conviction, people take their stand,
Debating and proclaiming, across the land.
Dogmas entwined with ideologies of might,
Faith and power, merging in the midst of the fight.
Seeking control, both sides stake their claim,
Igniting flames of discord, igniting hearts aflame.
In the halls of governance, laws are debated,
Religious beliefs intertwined, affiliations stated.
Leaders and clerics, invoking divine decree,
Yet division and turmoil are all we see.
In this intricate dance of doctrine and rule,
Boundaries blur, leaving hearts and minds cruel.
The whispers of spirituality lost amidst the noise,
As the thirst for power erodes all joys.
We yearn for harmony amidst this raging storm,
For compassion and understanding to reform.
Politicians, religious leaders, hear our plea,
Bridge the chasm, let tolerance run free.
For no peace can be found, no unity gained,
In a world where religion and politics remain estranged.
Let our wisdom guide our choices, love guide our way,
To find a common ground, together, we may.
Religion and politics, entwined in our fate,
But it's compassion and respect that must resonate.
Let us seek understanding, embrace diversity,
To build a future where peace can truly be.
Though the road may be long, and the battle fierce,
With empathy as our sword, we must break through the pierce.
There must be in the hearts of humanity, where a flicker of hope can be found,
That one day, religion and politics may be unbound?
Will Peace and harmony ever be found?
Does it really matter that i conform to the norms of the day?
What perfect blueprint is there for the journey called life?
Who are you to chastise me for being filled with flaws?
Only one was made perfect.
who deems it otherwise?
Who made you judge and jury over the morally bankrupt?
How dare you raise your nose when your anus is filthy?
Aren't we all on this journey to utopia?
what being dares claim arrival?
That life is fraught with connundrums and challenges is not far fron the turth.
That humans of different races will be judged alike is up for debate.
I'm filled with vices, and so are you
but thou hipocrisy shields your misdeeds.
Listen, fellow weaklings
Take caution as you condescend,
for the descent is inevitable.
What fun is there to life if we dont fall and rise?
What story will be told if we dont lose and repossess?
How would we become fitter if we are not faced with storms?
Who can best define our cause on devil's roof?
Is it survival or procreation?
Is it strifes or oppression?
No one really can tell, only HIM knows
Clerics hold us bondage to selfish doctrines,
and we gullibly oblige.
Like a procession of zombies,
yearning for the release their words present,
unable to put our reasoning to test,
and lose the cloak of vulnerability.
Who exactly are we?
puppets of nature?
or rivals in the ring of life?
Do you wonder why harmony dwell scarce in the elements?
Or why philophobia lives in the heart of men?
I'm speechless, i tremor
at the level of discord we habour
Can humans ever really change?
do we just suppress some deeds at whim?
and display others when we desire.
Will we ever be whole?
“The Great Riddle”
Humanism became a new religion
in a world where romancing gods
at war sanctifying acts of violence
for their own levels of commandments,
became defunct, monotheism at odds
walked inside the vessels of mortal existence
there also,
inside the great
I am,
an image
lives
and speaks
the sacriligious poet
writing and speaking
listening to others
all the words gone wrong
considering rehoming
after death,
there are many houses...there,
what should gods
and warring religions
matter then?
Inside
the great
I am,
heresies romancing apostates
perilous poets and
all consuming clerics
all made
from the one
image of a man
living life
from the confusing words,
read, written and spoken
sleeping together
uncomfortably
like warring lovers
blanketed under harsh covers
of different books
seeking something sweet
riddles to be answered
by judges after their death
when all do meet
standing around
the communal fire
burning all their books
peace came
to be
upon them
no longer
did they
speak in riddles
a common knowledge
all words transparent
one voice heard
its beating heart succinct,
yet terribly misunderstood,
eventually felt
held
in hands
after death
the Reborn,
eventually
understood
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Out of the eater came something to eat,
and out of the strong came something sweet."
Like God amassing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh,
vain potentates, possessed by pride that riches will confer,
depleted pillaged villages in pagan days of old…
With penetration privileges, their fortunes were foretold.
In feudal times, chaste clerics, cloaked, wrapped rings around the mind
with hymns of magic, mystic myths and figurines enshrined,
while blessing bayonet-like blades that mutilate and maim…
With penetration privileges, believers bore no blame.
In search of caramel colonies, some sailors set their sails
to conquer puppet provinces, for sovereignty prevails,
purloining wicked treasure troves which others claimed their own…
With penetration privileges, such sins sustained the throne.
Well, nowadays the quest proceeds, this time for ebon oil,
so peoples once again are caught within the serpent’s coil
and, pierced by fangs of greed and lust, death yields benign escape…
With penetration privileges, you’re free to rip and rape.
We wave the flags and beat the drums and often kneel to pray
to glorify our victories, bold, that happen far away;
but none salute the severed souls impaled upon a pike…
With penetration privileges, the riffraff look alike.
One day the moguls won’t agree on how to slice the pie;
they’ll spit and spat and, tit-for-tat, atomic barbs will fly -
but when the button’s finally pressed, they too will grace the heap…
With penetration privileges, the hole that’s hewn is deep.
A vast multitude adorn in dregs purloining,
Fashionable filth clocked with piety,
Showmanship on sacred alters,
Multitude of compromised public orators.
Fair formalities of professors void of sincerity,
A subtle subversion of ancient landmark.
As scandalous abomination alters this call,
The affinity of sheep and the goats,
While men slept, a mixture of poison,
Clerics of the dark kingdom,
With multitudes of biblical illiterate,
Suiting the flesh, seeking Dara prim relief,
Unconquered flesh and gain seekers
Ego vaunting and magical scene to attract multitudes,
Scarcity of Teachers with spirit power.
Public show devoid of private piety, attending our days.
The Holy Lord suspended as men with itching ear socialize.
Ichabod! The emblem on our walls.
Magicians on pulpits lacking puritanical piety.
Simon the sorcerers with microphones as Peters are murdered John banished,
The Constantine type Christianity with allegiance to the state, unwilling to the stake.
Where Ahab is pampered by Elijah.
And Jehoshaphat in affinity with enemies of Truth
Religion devoid of righteousness.
Is this the cause for which God became man?
Take away the dross
Oh, for an impassion commitment to duty
Oh, for another awakening, with enthusiasm for truth.
Oh, for a real revival.
Yeshua hamashiach,
Beneath thy cross I own my guilt
Revive thy work, Bring us back to Life.
……. Holy Poets……
If you don’t like a poets views take a long walk.
Don’t beat anyone over the head, with endless
God talk.
They may be Jewish, Buddhist, Islamic,Atheist
whatever!
It’s none of your business to hog tie them with a
Christian tether.
They don’t need you...who are you the Pope?
Moralistic monks posing at poets with hope??
At least, the Hare Krishna folk can dance!
You have spiritual, Savior “ants in your pants”
Many practicing, good Christians, already are here.
Take your own moral inventory, before condemning
other poets, far better than you, be of great cheer.
Jesus was right on the money!
“Judge yourself, before you judge anyone”was pure,
clear, ESUS honey!
This is a place for poetry, not eternal salvation.
Quit playing clerics and sending poets to eternal
damnation!
Do pray, in humility, for all you “think” that are lost!
Remove your white collar, alienating dear poets is not
worth the cost!
Poetry is about honest self_expression at its best!
If you think it’s about judging, worse, destroying others,
you are on the wrong quest!
There are Christian poetry sites you can participate in... and
Being non-Christian here, is no requirement, nor is it a sin!
Look at all the countries represented here.
Give each one space, respect them and be of good cheer!
10/2/2021
Fanatical Clerics feed religious fervour,
by rousing fanatics to kill - as an observer
can see almost daily on the TV today.
No thought given to victims, who they
regard as inconsequential in their quest
to become martyrs. When obsessed
by unscrupulous bigots who radicalise
these zealots with promises that hypnotise
and inflames them with a burning passion,
and incites them to commit deeds in a fashion
that all rational thinking men fear! Felo-de-se
is regarded as a badge of honour, and we see
callow youths seeking vainglory recognition,
joining the forces of evil! Without contrition
they engage in the casual slaughter of innocents!
To enact obscene atrocities they don garments
that conceal explosives, then infiltrate a throng,
to detonate their device, as their swan song!
By targetting busy locales in many cities,
they exact great loss of life, with such atrocities,
indiscriminately killing adults and children alike,
they leave survivors to grieve. Isis terrorists strike
at the core of democracy, hoping to promote strife
amongst ethnic groups, showing no sanctity for life:
not even their own! Such hated villains are despised!
These forces of evil, must even leave Satan surprised.
Rhymer. August 4th, 2016.
Felo-de-se - suicide
The Easter Celebration
is a day of purest gold
for many sincere people
who believe what they've been told
"The Resurrection of Our Lord
occurred upon this day
and not to recognize it
would be sacrilege," some say.
"The Easter Bunny brought those eggs,"
is what we tell our youth,
for this is so much easier
than teaching them the truth.
Encyclopedias tell us of
a pagan celebration,
a rite of early spring to hail
the rebirth of creation.
The egg is emblematic of
spring's germinating life,
a fresh start from the winter's cold,
its blizzards and its strife.
The rabbit is an ancient sign,
the symbol of fertility;
In sex worship it symbolizes
man's insatiability.
So what if ancient pagans
used this day, protests the pastor,
to feast the Goddess of the Dawn
the Teutons called Eastre.
It's important to remember that
our Lord rose from the grave,
and thus a hope for resurrection
of the dead he gave.
So, a rabbit laying eggs was part
of ancient pagan rite?
He's just the Easter Bunny now
who brings our kids delight.
So what, the clerics cry,
if things we're teaching children might
have come from Devil Worship?
Do I hear, Amen? ...Yeah, Right!
Just another Warrenpiece
Adam Lay Ybounden
(anonymous Medieval English Lyric, circa early 15th century AD)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Adam lay bound, bound in a bond;
Four thousand winters, he thought, were not too long.
And all was for an apple, an apple that he took,
As clerics now find written in their book.
But had the apple not been taken, or had it never been,
We'd never have had our Lady, heaven's queen.
So blesséd be the time the apple was taken thus;
Therefore we sing, "God is gracious!"
The poem has also been rendered as "Adam lay i-bounden" and "Adam lay i-bowndyn." Here is the original poem in one of its ancient forms:
Adam lay i-bounden, bounden in a bond;
Foure thousand winter thought he not too long.
And all was for an apple, an apple that he took,
As clerkes finden written in theire book.
Ne hadde the apple taken been, the apple taken been,
Ne hadde never our Lady aye been heavene queen.
Blessed be the time that apple taken was,
Therefore we moun singen, “Deo gracias!”
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