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They sang themes to my ears
Making sounds so crude-
Like that of a wailing trumpet,
Hovering around the room-
As their ravenous taste for blood do protrude.
In the shade of darkness
They sang in unison,
Songs so horrendous calling for a prickly taste of blood.
We gassed the room-
Chased some around with broom-
And closed the shutters as we give way to slumber.
Not long do they come marching forth
Blowing their bagpipes-like men ready for combat
Whispering words of which none I could decipher.
The songs continued through the night,
How I wished they sang lullaby to my ears
And not songs that do cast fears.
How I wished I could ask them-
What joy they do derive-
Piercing their needles into our flesh?
So solemn their songs butchered the air
To chase them; to my ears land a ting of slap
Waving hands in the air for a momentary tap.
They've got just days to live
As science do proclaim,
Tiny little creatures raving through the night,
The taste of blood keeps them at sight.
To survive they must pierce through human flesh,
Leaving swollen hills upon our skins.
This song they sang;
A song of intimidation-
Calling out to others to attack-
From beneath the chairs and those hiding among the clothes on the rack.
Look upon her blackness
And be filled with delight
Her blackness
A beacon among the insipid faces
around her
Proudly she walks
Proudly she sways
with unsurpassed conviction
A sensuous black lily
Swaying in the wind
The daughter of Africa
Within her soft belly
Sleeps her children
She wears her blackness like a queen
This daughter of Africa
Taught us to be the captain of
whatever course we choose to plot
Not to let suppressive objectives
derive your path
Not to be rendered subservient,
Docile and therefore subjugated
To mental assassination
To n'oublie jamais d'où tu viens
Because you have to be
Before you can know
What u stand for
This daughter of Africa.
“Not even with a mask or 6 feet.
OK, 6 feet is military protocol.
You’re trying to get the people to train them
so when the cameras,
the 5G come out,
when they’re going to scan everybody.
We got to get scanned,
we got to get temperatured,
the kids have to go to school with masks.”
She posited a question
that she might have been asked herself.
“Are you insane?
Are you crazy?
I think all of you should
be in a psych ward right the heck now
. Because none of you,
none of you know
what the hell you a
re talking about.
This is insane.
And then you want to
open the meeting with a prayer to God.
Are you praying to the devil?
Because God
is not listening to that prayer.
Because all of you are
practicing the devil’s love.”
“What happened to Bill Gates?
Why is he not in jail?
Why is Hillary Clinton not in jail?
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Why is Obama not in jail
What about Joe Biden
And Hunter Biden too
And Obama gate
And don’t forget Bhenzai
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Do you take your orders from Jeffry Epstein?
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
Oh, is it because you’re art part of them
Are you reptilian shapeshifters
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning God
formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning
God formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Where do you derive
the authority to regulate human breathing?”
“I have many questions
about your degrees
and what you really know,
because what you say is the political dogma
that they’re trying to shove down our throats
on every commercial and every store,
and it’s disgusting,”
And I’m sorry, ma’am,
but I don’t think you are worthy of your credentials
and I would ask suggestively
that you go back to school and get educated.”
I derive no pleasure in hurting a fly,
Preferring to let spiders do that for me,
Or just to shoo them away.
Bug spray is only used as a last resort,
And sticky fly papers are banned at our house.
But when it comes to weeds,
I show no mercy,
Not even for the little ones,
And derive great satisfaction,
From laying waste to their domain,
Letting all that pleases the eye,
And my taste buds have free reign in their place.
My day is not complete unless I have undone the hard work of creepers,
That come out after dark,
Intent on strangling anything they can get to grips with.
With weeds I have no empathy,
With weeds I show no mercy,
With weeds I show no restraint,
And my pleasure in their demise,
Only increases when I see a daffodil,
Where once there was only weeds,
Or watch my grandson pick a strawberry,
Instead of a weed.
When gusty winds blow, riling my troubled dawn in gelid woes
Squall of my throes dissipates in scented whiffs of budding rose.
As brazen fog shrouds mind, heightening my grief, poking fun
Defyingly I step out in glinting rays of the dawning golden sun.
Refusing to surrender when my tears dominate indignation
Joy I find on the vibrant horizon, blazing sunset’s ruby elation.
Verdant paradise appeals to pleas, adorning my shamrock hills
Appeasing cry of stygian echoes storming from mountains of ills.
If night reigns moonless and nightmares soon rage my dreams
Comfort I find within soothing zeal of spring’s giggling streams.
While strife of life endures in raging summers of unending heat
Readily I seek blue oceans, surfing rhythmic tides’ buoyant beat.
As laments of the world drown humanity in hapless deep dive
Strength of nobility rises, helping weakened hands to survive.
When the rancor of disillusionment exudes ambivalent sigh
Autumn’s scarlet imprints eagerly vie, healing souls in russet dye.
As hindrance of the ordinary distresses progress of mankind
Delighted I am to see rationality unite, to defeat the unrefined.
When sullen is my heart aching in the anguish of ashen skies
Solace I derive from serene vibes gleaming your tranquil eyes.
At times in my life, I encounter the black-holes of opaque space
Yet, the light of day gets through in sanctuary of your embrace.
August 19, 2020
Placed 1st: Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
My First Job
Shaped My Life Path
1959
By Miracle Man
8/6/2023
Strange how seemingly unimportant events,
can impact our future, perhaps it’s only a favor.
My prospects for a job wasn’t worth two cents,
at eighteen, a new place, I needed a lifesaver.
Rohr Aircraft had to have two years expertise,
at eighteen I questioned which came first?
First time from home and I bathed in unease,
I was hoping for the best but fearing the worst.
But then I met a man; a total stranger to me,
a friend of a friend who was willing to assist.
He wrote a name on a paper for me to go see,
back to the place who had previously dismissed.
My very first job and I’ve always wondered why,
was it a favor my new friend was calling in?
This very first job shaped life’s path I can’t deny,
did unexpected help keep me from feeling chagrin?
“The pleasure we derive from doing favors
is partly in the feeling it gives us that we are not
altogether worthless”
Eric Hoffer
The soldier, he looked down at me
While I protested vociferously.
He seemed to be but twenty-five
An age that weathered eyes belied.
And as I turned to walk away,
I heard the soldier up and say:
“It seems that you don’t understand,
What it takes to protect this land.
The price we pay for what we do,
What we suffer for folks like you.
The cost of keeping people free
Is letting go of the fantasies.
The stories all you people tell,
Burn away in war’s fiery hell.
The illusions that most people hold,
They Sink away to depths untold.
To keep you safe we confront truth,
And force along the end of youth.
You chant and say ‘Let’s end all war,’
It’s understandable deplored.
But you never seem able to derive,
That the end of war is the end of life.
As long as folks can think on their own,
Conflict will exist, and war will be close.
To end it all, the cost would be
All trace of individuality.
A price too great for man to know,
Better the chance of trading blows,
Than giving up what is our essence.
It’s a bloody but important lesson.
And since the battle can never end,
You’ll always have need of warrior men,
To fight against chaotic tides,
To hold a line against the night.
And as for seeing an end to war,
Only dead folks will see no more.
We don’t as much for what we do,
In money I make less than you!
We ask no power, small or large,
We don’t demand to be in charge.
We don’t need swoons or genuflects,
We ask only that you show respect.
And though it makes bleeding hearts burn,
It’s a respect we’ve dearly earned.
By watching buddies die and scream,
By hearing them in haunted dreams,
By seeing our peace-time lives crimped
By missing limbs and nagging limps.
We just want you to understand
What such a life does to a man.
To keep peace for this country, wide
A piece of all of us must die.
And even if we survive steel rain,
What comes home will never be the same.
We do it ‘cause it must be done,
To those for fear no law but guns.
We stand up strong and take the blast,
So common folks, the rage will pass.
And had we not chosen this life
You’d all feel the weight of death-run-rife.”
And then the soldier walked on by,
I could not believe he’d bought the lies!
The fool, he probably stayed up late,
Thinking up new folks to hate!
If he’d only go to college, he’d see
The real heroes are protesting…
You are a feeler; so they say, "Must think."
But is there thought in vanquishing the feeling?
Feelings and thoughts should not be indistinct,
But to each other truth should be revealing.
You feel - and by that you know that you are.
You feel - and from it you can craft great beauty.
You're my delight, my muse - you are my star -
And by what logic has this been computed?
Your feeling makes you rich with warmth and joy,
Your feeling makes you full of life and passion,
And while it makes you target to destroy
It also gives you wisdom and compassion.
Who would desire a withered sack of thought?
But you - are rich with passion of the soul.
You're full of life; no, you are what life ought
To be - when fully rendered and made whole.
You're real! Complete! Inspired! A person true:
Your rhythms are known to higher reason:
A logic that lights midday sky in blue
And that gives color to each earthly season
And that within your being alights and lives
By logic higher than that of mere cognition:
That's more in tune with universal rhythms
And thus contains much deeper erudition.
So think; but do not ever lose your warmth
Or empathy or ecstasy of living,
Never in your life lose your passion's force
Or scoff at your capacity for feeling:
It's part of being utterly alive,
It's what makes you so lovable and splendid:
It's that from which your wisdom you derive -
It's life within you: Life as it's intended!
You have a valid pathway to what's real,
And with my mind I such things am revealing:
Do not use mind to stomp on what you feel,
But use it - to make most - of your feeling.
A fecund and well-tended plot of ground,
the sonnet is a stage, a sacred place
where thought and things aesthetic interlace,
where all that charms the senses may be found.
Delights of sight, propinquity and sound
can crowd together in a tiny space,
a parcel primed with sapience and grace,
where nothing strays beyond the bower's bounds.
The sonnet is an orchard, tightly trimmed,
whose regularity belies its treasure.
The pleasure we derive from supple-limbed
and fragrant trees is matched in equal measure
by fruits so beautiful and weighty, they
enchant us with their erudite display.
I am who I am
Born to live and breathe
No stress but being relieved
Sense of feeling don’t belong
It’s a situation of no get along
Clothes identify a person
Distinction
It’s not a fashion statement proofing a point
Its clothing taste being unique
One doesn’t have to have a physique
Yesterday relished with a tomorrow setting
One’s moment
Committed no crime
Not asking for a dime
Hourglass time after time
Secluded with one’s own enterprise
It’s only one’s realize
Fallen knee deep within the cries
There are no lies
Simply emphasize
Clothes don’t say a person is different, but stand proud of who they are
No one can take that away
Standing solid with no getaway
No ride
Only what the inner soul can provide
Echoes from what words derive
Living to fulfill
Strength with a will
This day
Every day
Inherited name
One of a kind
A name genuine
Accomplish
Establish
Distinguished
Inspired beyond
A tomorrow here
A moment in time to preserver