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Hear the loud deafening cries of a black woman
A woman once silenced by pain unknown to every man
I was stuck in a mansfield yielding contaminated crop and weeds
Weeds from a seed fertile with deception and greed
Planted by his divided heart of more want than need
I loved him with every fibre, muscle and bone cartilage
But even that could not save me from this fatal carnage
I was caught in the eye of a storm of love
A love never meant to be yet fit so perfectly like a glove
My soul took it all in with no inhibitions or measures
The promises turned to lies of mere guilty pleasures
I experienced the agony of watching a lover love another
My voiceless heart shattered in agony like no other
But I stood still in the midst of rolling sea billows
Now I have become renewed like freshly growing willows
I’ve silenced my cry and my tears have run dry
Although my love for him may never die,
I can move on and still try
Knowing inside that a black woman’s love,
Though sometimes it may hurt and cry,
Like deep blue running waters, it will never run dry…
Criticism can cut close to the bone,
An area where sensitivity hides;
Make it rather close to the vest,
so squabble won't start from both sides.
Attitude in a cautious or
Reserved manner is pleasing;
Instead of insulting words,
one must use the art of evaluating.
Negative notice can bring
Elation to the ears and heart;
Sour sentence can be sweet,
so success won't fall apart.
Sincere statement deserves attention,
Offensive one makes heart as cold as ice;
Unbearable lines are deafening
as they are also sore to the eyes.
They are too bad to be accepted,
Harsh words as they are;
Wreaking havoc to one's senses,
leaving him with a big wound and scar.
Extremely spoken or written words
Cut completely the connection;
Too intense and cruel expression
makes it close to the bone.
With his first touch our galaxy became an orchestra,
I quivered as waves of ecstasy took possession of me,
I felt I was no more in control of what was to be,
I heard voices of celestial beings,
Galactic sounds turned the heavens into an opera,
Angels misty, joyful tears stirring constellations,
Each one delivering an electrifying sensation,
Arousing my psyche, mind, spirit and soul.
The night enveloped us in a sheet of moonlit satin,
Caressing us, millions of stars cascading,
Sprinkling star dust upon us which glowed
Like fireflies, the milky way seemed to be slipping
Down, slithering across the sky,
Whilst the moon, other planets and solar systems
Collided, pyrotechnics illuminated the sky,
A deafening symphony tickling my heart cords.
Intoxicated and spent, gazed into his expressive,
Loving, fathomless, fawn brown eyes,
Such an encompassing ecstatic connection,
A togetherness of merging into one,
Sealed with a passionate kiss,
Filled with life-long promises,
In awe, Planet Earth trembled beneath us,
One wondrous night, of many more to come.
Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from this hell
Mexico I’d head for and buy a small farm
Meanwhile back in town the guards raised the alarm.
A posse they assembled to help track me down
But saw some Apaches and hightailed it back to town
It was far from over, the Pinkertons were brought in
Determined they were, to carry out the hanging.
After three days riding my horse became lame
It slowed down my escape that made me fair game
Sold my horse at Santa Fe and boarded a train
Vowed I’d never come back to America again.
Two whole years went by and I was living free
Thought they’ve given up now, they’ll never find me
Bought a farm, met a girl, a beautiful senorita
Had two children both girls, Anna and Conchita.
One day I went to town to buy some supplies
The Pinkertons were there, I couldn’t believe my eyes
They arrested me at gunpoint and they took me to jail
I strongly protested my innocence but to no avail.
Spent a week in the jail while they sorted deportation
Paperwork completed, headed for the railroad station
After a long journey we arrived back in Colorado
They had the noose ready, they were raring to go.
All over the state the news was all about me
The Pinkertons just loved their new found glory
The night before the hanging I heard guns blazing
What happened after that was truly amazing.
About a hundred desperado's invaded the town
Burst into the jail and told me to lie down
The sound was deafening as they shot at the lock
The Pinkertons stood speechless, they were in shock.
I went out into the street and a voice said to me
“We only found out because of the publicity”
Then out of the shadows came a face I knew well
My twin brother once more had rescued me from hell.
He said “join our gang and we’ll ride far away”
I said “crimes not for me and one day you’ll pay”
Rode back to Mexico to round up my family
Then headed to Brazil where I now live and I’m free.
Lin suggested a part deux so I was inspired to write a sequel, thanks Lin.
January 6 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 16-18
Key Verse – Genesis 16:13 And she called the name of the LORD that spake unto her, Thou God seest me: for she said, Have I also here looked after him that seeth me?
FAITH IN GOD WHO SEES US
God sees us toward our eternal salvation
For our redemption, far from hell’s condemnation…
Focused to praise Him, we thank always His protection
Finding by faith His favour inside His will’s perfection.
God sees us toward our exceeding blessing
For our submission, far from afflictions’ cursing…
Filled with His presence, we abide upon His love’s raising
Finding by faith His fire of revival in our faithful pressing.
God sees us toward our walk along covenant-fulfillment
For our settlement, far from fleshly humanistic establishment…
Framed upon His strength, we pursue for character-refinement
Finding by faith His freedom to obey His commandment.
God sees us toward our heartful gladness
For our rejoicing, far from everlasting perilousness…
Fueled up by His Scriptures, we bear fruits with divine productiveness
Finding by faith His fellowship’s goodness in our worship’s wondrousness.
God sees us toward our holy appearance
For our humble conduct, far from proud stand of selfish arrogance…
Fixed upon His might, we face challenges with His assurance
Finding by faith His commendation in His work’s abundance.
God sees us toward our commitment in our prayer time
For our righteousness, far from iniquities’ noise of deafening chime…
Fenced around His pardon, we seek His approval, graciously prime
Finding by faith His treasures that can’t be paid with great dime.
God sees us toward our satisfaction in heavenly endeavour
For our ministry-involvement, far from failures due to wasted fervour…
Furnished by His Word, we feast on His provisions’ savour
Finding by faith His best as we taste constantly His sufficiency’s flavour. Amen!
January 6, 2025
revealed obligatory phrases turn out of tone
a deafening roar cascades in to the abyss
purging spectral visions barred from presenting
all in the name of truth yet never to behold
perspective lends credence but believed not so
easy to ride the train when it leaves the station
side tracking onto no where takes guts of
steel girders not withstanding the hastened
presence of crystallized thought...delicate
sounds issued, undeniable death roll of motion
hedged bets...the gods played a good game again
icing down the planet...the timing is understood
as everything expresses as part of the whole...
agreed upon or just fate?
It seems it was but a moment ago
that we were born and grew into the world
and yet ... there is a history here
revealing all we have heard and seen,
learned and sadly, unlearned.
It is a history for a moment in time
lapsed in our memories, forgotten to sleep in our dreams
swayed and dismantled by our progression
daunted by power, greed and the inhumanity that rises within us.
We have lived
remembering the aftermath of a Great World War
the rise and fall of tyrants and dictators
alluring us with false promises and lies.
We have lived
to see the heroes and heroines who spoke then silenced
of humanity filled with hopes and dreams and promises
for change, to be better than who we were.
We have lived
to hear the voices crying in the wilderness
only to close them out, shut them down
silence their realities in lieu of our own want and need.
We have lived
to taste the power of money and its greed
to own and hold tight to things, possessions
rather than dreams, the people around us.
We have lived
to touch the glitter of golden and silver-tongued liars
that taunt and tease us into thinking only of ourselves
living above, beyond, better than the rest of the world.
We have lived
to know and inhale the smell of more, its sweet aromas
when more is too little, too much, too near, too far
from the innocence in which we were born.
Is this then the future, the modern, enlightened mankind?
Still succumbing to the slavery of sex, drugs and lies
forget the rock and roll, the music is
more haunting, blinding, deafening, dulling who we were.
We have lived
but what does it mean
to truly live, to be alive
and lived well?
Sky, Azure blue this afternoon, the golden sun blazing,
I walked along the edge of a quiet beach, the waves lapping
At my feet, the creamy colored sand through my toes running,
Dark, raven-like clouds collided up high, lightening breathtaking,
The rain came own like torrents, and the thunder deafening,
Late afternoon creeps upon me, raindrops decreasing.
A rainbow appears in the sky, intensely alluring,
The heat becomes tolerable, the Crayola coloring
Of this hope driven dream, the rainbow, absolutely outstanding.
I sat on the damp sand as the evening began drawing
Me into a darker night, my mind started wandering,
Imagine me a mermaid with my merman, a myth depicting,
I looked up at a full smiling moon, so enchanting,
The moon now stood out, within an onyx darkening
Sky and the stars glittered like diamonds, silvery, shining,
The full moon shone upon the indigo-colored waves churning,
The horizon dark, the white horses vanilla white, glowing,
The ocean was alive and active, fish jumping and playing
The tide began coming in, so I stood up, a shooting
Star traversed the night sky, what a beautiful ending
To a glorious day by the sea and a night worth applauding.
I quickened my pace and reached my car, repeating
In my mind the happenings and images of the day, composing
Them into a so-called song, wish I could sing, and tell how rewarding
A memory like today recorded in musical song, would be deserving,
At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears
This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed
It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say
This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear
Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old
The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew
We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes
This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time
The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation
Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above
What makes it okay to bomb a nation?
Kill so many who don’t have a station?
Destroy a country, cities and families?
Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies—
Who never chose this war… suffer again and again.
Across the globe, a catch twenty-two
Do what I say, not as I do.
What happened to the Fifth Commandment?,
In a world where religion is prominent?
They will kneel in mosques, temples, and pews,
Preaching love while heralding news.
Holding holy books high with blood-soaked hands,
While dropping their bombs on sacred lands.
Using their people as sacrificial lambs.
Caging each other with judgments and damns.
?These false messiahs in power prevail,
While dragging us down to a desolate hell.
Overcome by greed, immoral pursuits,
watch as Truth and compassion uproot.
?Those who lust for control and command?
Crush our spirit with their own iron hand.
What gives the leaders the power to say?
Who lives or who dies, and who’s led astray?
We are not pawns, not war machines—
Our hearts are breaking behind the scenes.
But no one will ask, they refuse to see—
What gives them the right to speak for me?
Will Allah weep? Will Jesus cry?
Will mothers scream to an empty sky?
What about angels when the rockets fall?
Do they turn away… or see it all?
Don’t speak about peace with blood on your shoes,
While you light the match for the world to lose.?
Your prayers mean nothing when children bleed—trust,
God knows the difference between faith and greed.
Let history judge what silence allowed,
The deafening roars, the martyr’s shroud.
And when the dust settles, will truth remain—
Or just more graves without a name?
Still, I believe in a higher call,
A day when justice outshines it all.
But until then, I’ll write and cry—
And ask the heavens… why, God, why?