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If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom
Post mortem courtesy
Doctor Demento yielded
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet knocked senseless
from brutal blows upon her crown
simultaneously shouldering existential crisis
triggered nervous breakdown
though rendered mute
sound of silence doth expound.
Forsooth impeachment hearings
rendered him immune
to chastisement, insurrection
he did foment, blithely
skirting impairment appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke – as a red badge of courage
bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,
viz unbridled thundering,
espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right cold play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main
part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal and carnal
stormy Daniels reign
vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,
no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid
hireling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being
where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't
no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
March 26Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 17-20
Key Verse– 2Samuel 17:14 … The LORD had appointed to defeat the good counsel of Ahithophel…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD COUNSELOR
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
coming to help me in my decision-weariness
Thank You for bringing me
back into Your humble peacefulness…
I strive to please You always with sincere earnestness
While seeking for Your presence-joyousness.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
calling me for rest against my confusion
Thank You for leading me
toward knowledge of wisdom-illumination…
I trust You always along biblical perception
While enjoying learning from Your truth-satisfaction.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
caring for me in my difficulty
Thank You for dealing with me
by Your succouring sovereignty…
I submit to You always for protection against sin-fatality
While fleeing from worldliness’ destructive futility.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
correcting me in my self-avenging
Thank You for disciplining me
whenever I run away from faith-plunging…
I bow down to You always I as confess my pride that’s damaging
While I repent from hurting You for my fleshly rampaging.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
carving me in my inheritance
Thank You for keeping me
in Your charge within Your fenced abundance…
I abide in You always with Your Word of faithful assistance
While I rest in Your care midst Your ruling grace-attendance.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
cheering me in my victory
Thank You for fighting for me
in my righteous battles for Your glory…
I yield to You always in overcoming iniquity-caused misery
While I hide in Your deliverance-safety from enemies’ fury.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
comforting me in my discernment
Thank You for recompensing me
with Your reward of achievement…
I praise You always for Your blessings that give contentment
While I worship You, my King and Master, deserving of my commitment.
March 26, 2023
Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain,
Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign,
Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day,
As trees bowing to gusting storms; erratically waltz and sway.
Houses naked with roofs blown, now ache, mangled and worn,
Where loss of life, in makeshift shelter, neighbors sadly mourn;
Sharing stories of a sudden event, rushing through the town,
Disheartened life, since torn-down, anguishing in wistful frown.
Danger lurks, where flood waters submerge fallen power lines,
As rivers and tributaries of muddy-flows, float uprooted vines,
What once was a harmonic rhythm, now perturbs pulse of life,
Dawn that rose on a lambent arc, now shudders in sullen strife.
People stranded, anxious for rescue, assess the damage done,
Cars are destroyed, fires are burning, recovery has just begun;
Sirens blaring of dire emergencies, are chasing to plug gas-leaks,
Searching for victims of drowning, scouting the rivers and creeks.
Swindlers are hovering, ripping-off elderly, exacting heavy price,
Hit by the tragedy first, then by the cruelty of defrauding vice;
Some now blame callous humanity, some name it~ an act of fate,
Mired in untold challenges, as remnants-torrent start to abate.
February 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 13-15
Key Verse– Leviticus 14: 1-2 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, This shall be the law of the leper in the day of his cleansing…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SIN CLEANSER
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your blood washing
Thank You for rescuing me from eternally perishing
Due to wages of sin and wickedness' pushing…
I need You to transform me through Your wise polishing.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your divine healing
Thank You for breaking my bondage so painfully ailing
Due to lustful cravings of frustration falling…
I need You to cure me since for Your help I'm always calling.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your righteousness-covering
Thank You for sanctifying me and the corrupt garments I’m wearing
Due to deceitfulness darkening my vision due to pride’s glaring…
I need You to prepare me well for Your blessed appearing.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your gracious purging
Thank You for guarding my heart against carnality-scourging
Due to temptations leading me toward trespasses so damaging…
I need You to bring me back to Your perfect will, always life-changing.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your spiritual anointing
Thank You for upholding me in my wavering in times of testing
Due to disobedience plaguing toward my fainting…
I need You to protect me against doubting and fretting.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your compassionate touching
Thank You for bathing my faith against soaking in humanistic teaching
Due to issues I question regarding standard-reaching as over-stretching…
I need You to enclose me in Your Word emphasized in every preaching.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your truth’s purifying
Thank You for reproving me when Your statutes I’m defying
Due to lack of worship making me miss fellowship’s edifying…
I need You to lead me toward good works so Your name I will be glorifying.
February 4, 2023
Have you ever wondered what poets hide in their minds,
where universes of words and unspoken dreams lie?
Look closely, but carefully, lest you become the beast
that slowly, slowly splits their skull of fallen stars.
Poets are not made of salt, but of the dust of fallen stars,
easy to break, impossible to fully decipher,
and now, open their minds and you will see it's not neurons,
but crimson ink that pulses, not blood, but something more grave.
Does it unsettle you? It should frighten you, but you haven't seen everything yet,
look closer, the ink takes shape, thin and hollow,
yet it manages to awaken your own dormant neurons,
now put down the scissors, take this rusty blade, I'm not mad.
Cut slowly on the left side, listen to the crinkling of the skin,
fragile like paper, yet I still hand you a blade, you wonder why?
Because the cut must be perfect, so you can see their heart,
be gentle, remove it carefully without damaging the surrounding tissues.
You stop, you look at the veins, some gray, swirling like nebulae,
others transparent, drawn with a white crayon on the dark sky,
but the heart, do you see how it glows with a rhythm that sings a melody,
not of life, but of something lost in the mists of time and desires.
And the mist that rises is not just steam, but oxygen turned to vapor,
pouring from this fragile organ, to feel less,
to hurt less, so much sorrow crushed into such a small space.
Do you want to feel the warmth? Then touch it, but ah, it's cold as ice.
Don't worry, they are still alive, just don't ask where their soul is,
you will never find it, for we are poets,
keepers of silences and lost dreams,
in a world that rarely understands what we truly hide.
The feeling in me one of inadequacy
The pressure builds boiling my skin to peel
Coming apart tearing at the seems
Thoughts run ramped life tragic and frantic
Pushing me away from my normalcy
The uncontrollable me breathing so heavily
Sweat dripping off of my mentality
Nervously is my charged energy
I resign it's too late, no more time
So I lie down to do or die and softly cry
Wondering why God why am I still alive
The revelation haunting me it's so damaging
My stomach in my throat where my heart it chokes
All the way down to my final breath...and death...
11/27/17
Written for contest: "Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
Hosted by: Lewis Raynes
Won 4th Place in Contest Results
You need to do this
It would be better if you
...did it my way
My way, well, I don't know
I'm still figuring it out
....along the way
Ways,days, leave me dazed
With confusion, illusion, and conclusions
....that never pan out
But I want you to listen
I have important things to say
....I'm a poet, for goodness sake
Words, like perfectly formed turds
Still stink when they are delivered
....no matter how tightly wound
A wounded wound, makes a distinguished sound
On the piano of the heart
....like a weighted string
B R e
a
k
ing.....trying to take on one more note
The pressure of holding it together
Giving way...to the thud, of words
.....pianos float notes...not words
The beauty of rhythm and flow, gone
The whipping of the string, finally free
....to make noise in the air
with WHOever is there
daring to care
for the broken great.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-30-2018
Note: Fear communications are so damaging...just had to walk away. Also, it's a wounded (injury) wound (past tense of wind...ahhh...words make me silly with joy).
Two weeks
I gained half a stone.
Strained the lack
purging your lips...
Took a while
to see
why I corrupted to escape-
why I had begun damaging
again,
because
you dear
take the heroine so openly.
What you think clever
you do not deceive.
Did you forget?
I have been far down,
far beyond-
Its insufferable!
Can you be so obnoxious
to think you are exempt-
no mental
and bodily
woes
that are human to endure?
Because it has not happened,
yet?
You are laughably
careless,
disrespectful, ignorant little girl.
You wave suffrage
to the recovered,
like a plague dressed in daffodils.
Let your skin drip addiction!
Maybe you will pain
to see
how rude
hateful
hurtful you are.
Let you rot
in knowledge of my care.
This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness
Deception deceives the minds of many
Arrogance conceives all kinds of envy
Relentless reign of greed feeds the senseless spoil,
Allowing the poverty-proned needy in terrible turmoil
Some of the wealthy individuals rule over society in unattainable malice unfathomably
It’s horrible that we have a nation that have some leaders that lead in hostility ruthlessly
God will fight for freedom for us, as long as we’ll keep being resilient and brazen throughout our life,
Despite the government’s devastating tribulations; Christ will be giving us life-long joy instead of strife
Redemption comes from the Lord of Accord for each and everyone who believes unconditionally
We all need vigilance and deliverance during these trying times of horrendous sorrows and trials of plenty
This relentless reign of greed has thrived off of our zealous, efficient endurance
By taking advantage of our diligence everyday...cruelty alters into arrogance
It’s an insane world...chaotic and catastrophic in many ways possible
It’s an eccentric place I don’t call my haven...it’s indescribable
But in a detrimentally damaging manner...it’s a danger zone that leaves us feeling insecure and lost in the worthless weeds
It’s a fraudilent frenzy that we have to deal with for a matter of fact...but this relentless reign of greed will soon wither away along with its deeds
Injustice impairs the actions of sophisticated individuals who debate over their wicked plans, getting out of hand...getting out of hand...
Reminiscence of despairs and anxieties plague the minds of many these days
While politicians are feeding us propaganda and shameful sham...when will we make a stand? Will we ever reach out to His right hand?
Deliverance from our Father of truth will set us free from our despondency in many ways
Forsooth impeachment hearings appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke - bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,
viz unbridled espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main
part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal stormy reign
vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,
no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid
hirling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.