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On a night sable, my door hastily thrown
abducted in a rush by one-eyed loonies,
neon- yellow skin reflecting oval heads
whisking me in a shuttle, circling far away.
Taken to a realm where their master reigned,
impish a jabber, worse than 'Nanu, Nanu ,'
stuttering words, a version of 'Yabba daba doo!'
until minions got enticed by my own Beyonce tune.
While I hummed some more, they gathered in peace
their nimble fingers reading my human mind.
But as time was running out for an escape,
everyone heard the despotic lord, groaning aloud
dressed in a chrome-like armor, totally grim
ordering the puppets, his slaves for my deadly fall.
Instead, all minions clobbered this evil one
as the land of orbit grew warm in sunset's kiss,
happy loonies practicing new lyrics, Beyonce's song.
2/26/2016
Minions Contest sponsored by Silent One
Written: December 05, 2025,
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Night: a single breath, galaxies stalled in its chest,
silence stone-heavy—glass melodies cracking.
Shadows lean softly against the walls,
not menacing, but patient—
listening for the flicker of a hesitant heart.
From a throne carved in gilded stone
They vented vile voices to the katabatic wind,
wailing whispers waft over wintry wear.
I grasp a world engulfed in fire
Every flicker a fragile fantasizing flake,
shrunken before bloom.
Ego prowls like a stray wolf
shattering serenity into jagged shards,
gain drifting toward despotic dominion.
We raise stone altars disguised as bridges—
only to watch them crumble
into dust beneath our crossing.
Buried deep in earth lies a singular root,
a quiet colloquy to a ubiquitous crown—
Life unfolds, shadows brood,
delicate yet enduring, thriving in the gloom.
And the human spirit shines with brilliance.
Satan said I am a sinner, a rebellious individual
God also accuses me of sins. But who is not that?
I just think God and Satan aren’t right. Yes, yes
They know humans are not saints. Only mortals
Why were we created for mortals? For sinners?
God created us straight away for guilty mortals
God created angels and saints. For innocents!
Of course. Hmm. Creations made the differences
Could this be discrimination? Hmm. This is fate
Okay. The individual got a life, but some of…
You can see the word, the life. Oh, life is a teacher
You're given special life. Say thanks to the creator
You can enjoy your life in the alleys among rats
You can feel an enjoyable life in an ultra city, like Dubai
Your life is incredible, amazing. Say thank you to God
Okay, I know the answers. Hindu yogis will say “karma!”
I will answer this: “There was no difference between,
Between Cain and Abel.” God made it, and for sinner Cain
The question is, why? Answer: Test. And start the process
The life and history of humanity. Yes. I feel life for a theatre
For a very difficult planned and unplanned system. It’s that
We are here because the big builder of the world needs us
To create his art, he draws on new eras, ages, and civilizations
Hmm, so we are colleagues of the creator in his company
God created the universe and all the living creatures, and
And human. Because God was lonely alone. Hmm. Yes
We can’t live without God. God can create without us
“God can create without humans, but he won't give love.
I mean the mind to understand his great work and life.
He gives you a mind, like god’s, to create, enjoy his life.”
“Satan, I understand your explanation, but what about suffering?”
“Suffering, suffering… Do you know what that is? Demon Vilmos.
Suffering is only an answer, a sign of a present of your life.”
“Really?! Then why turned my love into panic, fear, and pain?”
“Oh, that English lady from the train. Forget, past, illusion.
Way is given, follow the path. You are a builder of the plan!”
“Hmm, you look like a despotic conservative teacher.”
“Oh, really? Just remember, please, what your religion teacher said.
He said: Who are you?! Do you want to tell God what to do?!! He is the boss!
Not you!!!”
“The world is full of bosses,” I noted
“There is only one.” Said Satan
She hailed from the kingdom in the north named Israel.
This woman must have had her beginnings in hell.
She was wicked princess of Ahab and Jezebel.
Intemperance nearly led to great Judah’s death knell.
A heathen worshipper of idols and deities;
rule over God’s people made the worst of travesties.
This wife of Jehoram was a despotic monarch.
Her son Ahaziah’s death made her the matriarch.
For six long years ruling from the throne of Judah,
the nation’s only queen; her name was Athaliah.
She killed all her grandchildren hoping to rule alone.
Only infant Prince Joash would be spared for the throne.
He was saved by Athaliah’s daughter Jehosheba.
This princess was married to the high priest Jehoiada.
They sequestered the grandson of the queen for six years
with a nurse in the Lord’s Temple allaying all fears.
After seven years, Jehoiada gathered his forces.
In addition, the king’s support came from all sources.
The high priest said, “Our King David’s line must continue.
We should depose this wicked queen and then start anew!
This perverted usurper has much blood on her hands.
Here is your rightful King Joash the Lord God demands!”
Jehoiada proudly held up this seven-year-old boy.
They crowned the young king amidst the overwhelming joy!
Proclaiming the ascension of a new king quite loud,
Athaliah soon would hear the cheering from the crowd.
The queen then shouted, “For whatever is the reason
there’s a new king’s coronation here? This is treason!”
Athaliah appeared, and her arms the guards would seize.
They were ready with their swords as she was on her knees.
The priest said, “Do not stain with blood the House of the Lord”.
So they took the queen outside, and put her to the sword.
She was the most disgraceful woman in history.
The likes of her never existed previously.
Her name will live forever ignominiously.
Mentioned in both 2Kings and 2Chronicles in the Old Testament.
Juvenility is an important phase
in every adolescent's life when those young minds
start discovering by themselves
that world around them so strange
and unknown...their curiosity must be constantly tapped,
so they can explore and discover wonders
and places that are only seen in history books;
each travel around the globe is an adventure to behold!
My adolescence was an adventure of thrills,
and was bounded by striking mountains
with a fecund valley below where fruits
dangled from branches and ready to be eaten,
and enjoyed heartedly while sunshine abounded;
days were endlessly delightful and one noticed their end...
when the tangerine sun sank below the cloudless horizon!
Motherland is the flow of your living blood, of your enthusiasm...
it makes one aware where patriots belong, and the oath of fidelity
taken is that proof...betraying it is denying your appurtenance
of culture that you learned with avidity and a passion so intense;
and from it came dynamic thoughts exceedingly dramatic and patriotic
showing eagerness, zest, vigor, intensity, and an extraordinary
drive to succeed in dangerous ordeals to avenge the despotic
regimes that only believed in power and oppression of feelings,
denying one the right to excel: avoid the chasms that could entrap liberties
and send up in smoke each plan with a single blow crash all dreams!
To Those That Don't Understand
You won't, you simply can't and how could you,
It is bigger than your comprehension, your ego
- will allow..
For the sake of love of money, And for inane coarse bluff notoriety,
Or any misplaced false sense of security..
Standard reason escapes the minds of quite a few,
The Honey Trap has set in well,
My words will be obscure
even alien - though evidently just as true,
Fixed and set complete to bind,
And it is necessarily so,
To Wit: Appropriately though,
why on earth should
- the difference be seen by you?
Taken the resolute path of the sociopathic - and the unkind,
Trained in Narcissistic tendencies,
for the pretense of the 'greater good'..
by Corporate Government medical dependencies,
Fascist Collectivism extraordinaire,
On steroids - albeit just as though,
A stupid solid dead piece of wood,
smashing heads and brought to bear
Therefore it would not,
could not - occur in view
Arrogance and ignorance
fine bedfellows,
in an ignoble ritual Dance,
Replete with - by gagged and crippling Mask of shame
To the Dumbed Down and
the criminally insane,
per chance -
It appears to work for now,
It seems even with some use
- to tell,
Do you not see where
your fellow humanity
suffers
- under this absurd Cabaalistic
dream spell?
A hypnotic would-be 'Elite's' occultic, Luciferian,
subliminal, despotic Trance,
To not see, is though now,
Unacceptable ethics to bestow, And the soul of man's Justice
knows this..
- as simply no excuse..
Continued in Part 2 to follow - K.H.B
Balance in Everything
Middle Path towards serenity
Avoid Left Right paradigm
And live with plenty
Through despotic laws
so humanity obeys
We do not follow these occult displays
Balance in Everything
so teaches people
I would say,
ethics, morals, insight,
The middle way is indifference to what is night and day,
Virtue versus sin, Fear and safety versus oblivion,
Never conceding to evil at least without a fight,
This yet sought after - still today
But found and taught long ago it would seem,
by the son of ancient King
Gnosis of this variety
Is no obvious, tangible thing
It is innate as it should be
As it is and has always been,
Balance in Everything
goes back to self and some intellectual bravery,
spiritual knowledge requires
no instruction..
Therefore no permission to reject all slavery,
And so just at first
the journey of a few,
And many questions asked
getting back to self
the answer,
the adventure now - after all,
has been so clearly masked,
It requires awareness only - a natural perception enhancer,
So smothered, denied and hidden,
And so prohibited for anyone to view,
The intangible notion
Of..
- Balance in Everything
Right Thought, Right Speech
Right Action,
would seem so apparent
yet intrinsically new
To re-learn what we know..
Of what in essence
- we are
..Spiritual in nature.
That is just cause and reason enough by far
to perceive that it is..
Absolutely just as True.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
During covid 19 lockdown
9th March 2021
MAGA
Inherited lies by children of fools.
Traffiking hate and Aryan rule.
Indifferent to hopes of self-sustain.
Resentment and fear of broken chains.
In blood Ingrained with other's pain.
A lingered stench. A nation's stain.
So on they rant of good ol' days,
of us and them, "Look not our way,"
"We see you not," "Not of our kind."
They've hate embraced, not open mind.
Hypocricy beyond compare.
They will not see. They do not dare.
Thoughts and prayers, a spurious show.
If not their way, then off you go.
No second look to other's plights.
They have their book. They have no sight.
Warped, corrupted, and abused to prey.
It says what they need it to say today.
Promises empty and pockets full.
A bear for you, for them a bull.
"Just hear what I say, but not what I do."
A singular platform, "I'm rubber, you're glue."
Incessant lies by propagandised press.
Dancing for donors. To hell with the rest.
A decadent loser with disavowed fate.
His self-obsessed lies sow palpable hate.
This miscreant mogul, ineptitude clear,
infected a flock with anger and fear.
Privileged victims w self-righteous distain.
To them, their fate. His sheep for to reign.
A gentle pull of ripened peach.
Despotic trolls simply beseached.
Propaganda with a fascist Q.
Gullible marks duped to a coup.
Beguiled & riled & released on the hill.
Zealots and bigots, too eager to kill!
Forgive all the lofty sins his ancestors did,
Forget their worship of carvings lifeless and mute,
And show compassion to the African child;
Supply his daily bread and enough to drink,
Cloth his nudity and shoe to cover his feet,
And give him hope and help him think
Of tomorrow, and dreams adequate to accomplish a feat;
At least to end his ancestors lethargy.
Defend him against the spite of this tyrannical world;
Smite all that deny him bread
And blight any that may make sport of his low estate;
Strike with fright and numbing dread
All that may rejoice in his fate.
Paralyze with lightning his haters and molesters,
Deafen with thunder that block his feeble course;
Incapacitate with leprosy all despotic masters
That enslave his muscle and sinew.
Hear Lord this my prayer for the African child
His suffering alleviate that it be a little mild;
All that increase it I pray you torment all the more,
And I'm your faithful servant Hannington Mumo!
Form:
The ill-equipped revolutionaries fought and died to set this nation free.
Against all odds they triumphed sending George's troops back across the sea!
The precious freedoms we cherish today were won due to their staying power.
It can truly be said of those courageous men that - "This Was Their Finest Hour!"
Men in Yankee blue held the line at Gettysburg with unwavering resolve.
Mr. Lincoln steered a steady course that a united nation might again evolve.
Alas, it took a fearful toll and bled the nation of its youthful flower.
Valiant men died to make others free - "This Was Their Finest Hour!"
In June of Forty-four, brave men stormed Normandy's shore to force a breach.
Heroic American soldiers forfeited life and limb upon that crimson beach.
They took a noble stance in order to knock the tyrannical Axis out of power.
History books will record forevermore that - "This Was Their Finest Hour!"
During the tense decades of the Cold War, dauntless warriors were on alert,
To protect and defend our priceless liberties that others sought to subvert.
Like a sturdy oak they didn't bend nor did they deign to cower!
A grateful nation will ever proclaim that - "This Was Their Finest Hour!"
Valorous American troopers yet today strive to uphold freedom's cause,
To stem the tide of terrorism that seeks to impose its despotic laws,
To bring peace to embattled peoples and install just leaders to power.
'Twill be told in generations to come that - "This Was Their Finest Hour!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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