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Once upon a time
There was a man
Who lost his job
And his home
And his car
And he slept under a tree.
Simpleton that he was,
He never gave thought
To asking the oak's permission.
But the majestic old tree,
Being wise in its great age,
Suffered the unlucky human
To lie there in grateful repose
Between two of its massive,
Outspreading roots.
And there were visitors,
Unseen and unheard
By the man but who,
For their own secret reasons,
Took an interest in him.
So these playful beings
Found a way to indulge
Their sense of mischief
Whilst helping the man
Avoid further calamities
To his person.
The woods where he slept,
You see, were privately kept,
And others like himself would,
On occasion,
Pass close by that spot.
Well, the man was of a mind
To sleep well past the dawn.
But the toilers began
Their day early, so it would
Be only a short march of time
Before their paths
Would finally cross.
So the task at hand
For the imps
Or the elves
Or the ghosties
Or the faeries
Lay in devising clever ways
Of rousing the man
Without ever revealing to him
Their own true nature.
Once, for example, they bounced a
Large, round, feather-light something
Off the side of his sleepy head.
It felt like a giant nerf ball but was
Nowhere to be seen immediately after.
On another occasion, they directed
A friendly little toad
To land with a thud within inches
Of his horizontal face.
But in other instances
They acted more boldly;
Tickling his hair,
Grabbing him by the shoes,
Or yanking on an elbow.
The only time he thought to ignore
Such a silent sort of
"By yore leave, yer slumberin' Grace",
He only just avoided a confrontation
With some early-morning workers.
But Serendipity finally intervened,
And after the passage of a fortnight or so,
This man's situation changed yet again,
And he no longer had to sleep upon the earth.
But a peculiar thing occurred, you see.
Being accustomed to regular attention from
His entertaining unseen guardians,
The man found himself unwilling to return
To the bland comforts of a regular bed.
And thus it was only by
Withdrawing their favors
That they compelled him to
Quit that place for good.
And then, reluctantly, with yet
Further pointless delays,
I finally said my goodbyes
And left that place as I found it.
The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than fourteen months when another official will help keep america safe and sound from cares and concerns of an uncertain future).
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Bill leave me
Hugh will cause a beloved howel
From him – the divine necromancer with magic dowel
If ambition stirs thee to make presidential bid for we Chelsea
Reverberating throughout terrestrial bowel
Analogous to former reigning supreme ringleader Muhammad Ali!
As an obedient student who crossed his t’s and affixed every “I” with a dot
Although high letter grades this older papa never got
(Undiagnosed anxiety inducing pressure cooker symptoms made me hot)
I recognize brilliance, and thus would immediately cast my lot
From the current secretary of state whose political skills right on spot!
One year hence, this democrat will cast his vote
Without doubt maintaining his party line
No matter campaigners with republican huzzahs will tote
Unable to change opinion of mine
Praying that economic maelstrom she can brazenly smote
If necessary seeking oracle of Delphi for a positive sign
Or devising my own catchy slogan to quote
Common as this generic human dust mote
Whose esprit de corps would to the stratosphere float
Like some over inflated helium filled ballooning goat
Kidding nobody that view from on high depicts sinking American boat!
Please take to heart
From this fellow (among ship of fools)
Who decries special interest groups sway to sabotage and up-end donkey cart
With extreme elephantiasis haunting white house with ghouls
With penchant to undermine sacred constitution with graffiti art!
This Joe schmoe of a lame duck nada so soup per poet
(who idolizes billy eve able applications of a cigar re: monica lewinsky)
would be in awe
And inwardly hee-haw
If this poem affected your name to be on ballot garnering cheers from this paw
And knows that in those random polls made of straw
The former forty second first lady gaga to engender revolutionary thaw!
Pink and My Buster Browns
My egg hatched north of the border, Pink is my name
I come from a proud line of egg- layers, poaching is my game
I’ve walked a mile of desert, crossing the Texas sand
I’m here to dip my spurs into the waters of the Rio Grande
I’ve come to quench a rumor that started on the Mexico side
A dandy there’s been crowing and winking his beady eyes
He’s got his reputation alright, he earned it long ago
But he hadn’t met this Road Island Red, squatting here in Mexico
They say he’s a genuine fighting Cock and fast with spur or wing
He’s been strutting with the egg-layers and pecking their chicken feed
He’s scratching around in Laredo, I hear it’s the common belief
Even crowing for the pullets, a double dealing chicken thief
I strut into the fouling yard, my eyes shifting around
I’ve come to pluck a chicken “A new rooster’s in town
The yard is quite and still, not a cackle can be heard
There’s no room in this chicken yard for another crowing bird
I see him fly from the roost and land heavy on the ground
He struts in small circles, as he side-eyes me up and down
The time is high noon and we're standing beak to beak
I look at that blood red comb and my legs start getting weak
His feathers ruffles on his neck, his spurs are gleaming white
His wings hang loose and ready, my heart’s not beating right
My beak starts to pucker in the shape of a pout
I’m flogging it back to Texas, I done chickened out
When I was ten years old I was given a little pink chicken for buying a pair
of Buster Brown Shoes for Easter. Even though everything was against him he lived and grew up to be a mean Road Island Red Rooster. He took
great pleasure in flogging all he could reach even to the point of devising a little trick by tossing a pebble into the air and running to fetch it in order to close the distance to make a strike. My Grandpa was always threatening to blow his head off. He finally jumped a dog over a watermelon rime and was dispatched.
Here’s to Pink, the Road Island Red Rooster
My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.
But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.
He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.
You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts.
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.
I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly.
Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!
The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!
Did Adam’s fig leaf portray his work in brief;
the attempt, his sinfulness to cover:
While the “blood sacrificed skin”, atones his sins;
- covering them rightly all over?
Cain’s works of his will, “the best from his field,”
could not win him God’s favor.
While Abel’s sacrifice, a “type” of Christ’s strife,
- was to God, a sweet smelling savor?
The “provided” Ram, replacing the damned;
Abraham saw this parallel.
Did Christ, sacrifice give, for sinners to live,
- sparing them a deserved hell?
Hosea redeemed, a shameful, unfaithful thing,
paying the price that was due.
Gomer, prisoner of sin - Hosea, her freedom did win;
- is this what Christ came to do?
Joseph, you know - with the colorful clothes,
was wrongly abused by his brethren.
But, the pain he went through, though they never knew,
- resulted in their natural salvation.
Is, "When I see blood, I'll pass over you", Metaphoric too:
is this, Christ's passion being shown?
The Egyptians paid the price, with a useless sacrifice;
- they had no savior to atone.
Of the bones in the valley, lets make a short tally;
did the wind bring life - or prophesying?
They used not their will, in that lifeless field;
- it was the Spirit’s own devising.
The blood of the sacrificial Goat, - Israel's great hope,
seems (spotless) a "sign" of perfection.
The ancients shed light on a Redeemer of might,
- bestowing a sinless connection!
Does the Christian life, “typed” in Israel's Sinai strife;
show Moses to be Christ's shadow?
He led them well, made intercession when they fell,
- brought them to Canaan's bright meadow.
Could extremities in the past, of Israel be cast,
to reveal a new covenant future:
Where wisdom and light, come not by natural sight,
- but are granted by Spiritual nurture?
If Christ was a King, being predestined to reign,
over an eternal kingdom -
It couldn't be carnal, for that's not eternal,
but a Spiritual one - say some.
My confusion is great, as is all Israel's of late,
while we wonder in great exasperation.
Oh, where is our peace, when shall the warfare cease,
- oh, God where is our consolation?
August 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 41-44
Key Verse – Ezekiel 41:4 Then brought he me the way of the north gate before the house: and I looked, and, behold, the glory of the LORD filled the house of the LORD: and I fell upon my face.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GLORIOUS CREATOR
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your perfection
Thank You for Your help toward my sanctification…
Forgive me that I fall short of Your standard holiness-specification
Please enable my determination for righteous separation.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your grace
Thank You for Your mercy toward my heart’s virtuous brace…
Forgive me that I turn against Your ways because of selfishness' embrace
Please smite my pride while I run along Christian race.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your kindness
Thank You for Your Word toward my faith’s steadfastness…
Forgive me that I neglect Your wisdom’s truthfulness
Please correct my mindset to overcome foolishness.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your victory
Thank You for Your pardon toward my triumph from guilt’s misery…
Forgive me that I forsake Your safe territory due to worldliness’ flurry
Please check my heart against vanity’s idolatry.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your blessing
Thank You for Your provisions toward my sincere praising…
Forgive me that I ignore Your warning midst deceit’s devising
Please lead my determination for servanthood-pressing.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your awesome presence
Thank You for Your guidance toward my testimony’s iridescence…
Forgive me that I minimize Your statutes due to my disobedience
Please govern my steps to follow You with joyous diligence.
Lord God, You are my glorious Creator with Your magnificent light
Thank You for Your precepts toward my divine understanding’s insight …
Forgive me that I doubt Your promises by my unbelief’s blight
Please revive my prayer life around Your fellowship’s delight.
August 14, 2023
"Covid emergency Acts" & 1930 Nazi Germany Cohesion
Gaslighting from Wuhan, the bitter scourge raged,
Covid the Brand,
the value is FEAR and Control.
the "marketeer" shrouded in obscurity,
subtle conditioning,
psychological warfare
unconnected mind control game.
Concealment of odious lab experiment.
Global perplexities without a gun,
unseen armies moving through the air,
hopeless mortals stripped of honour,
proud kings humbled by fear,
men crossing the threshold of speculation
At the precipice of a reset.
ignorance seeks the thrones on all sphere,
Presidents and tyrants of nations devoid of science,
mandating and manipulating all like Hitler,
to seek solace in experimental opium.
compromised media destitute of Chemistry,
suggesting ampoule from greedy pharmaceuticals,
Business trumped,
anxieties exacerbated,
controlling by fear,
Masking laws to deface nature's Beauty,
Sanitizer as cure enriching China,
From Isolation,
to Lock down and lockouts,
to the Greek Labelling,
Alpha overturned by Beta,
and Gamma conquered by Delta,
demonized immune system,
deodorize chemical solution from the lab
deceived by propaganda to the Jab, susceptible still.
A false sense of relief.
and the naming ceremonies unending,
Mutation from Vaccines, concealed,
Then the arrival of Omicron from South Africa.
The Vaxxed unprotected by experiment blames the "unvaxxed"
The world a Laboratory for the greedy,
money mongers devising opium by trial and error,
another experiment for the gullible as cure,
Censorship of opinion by big Tech,
dictation and Propaganda.
Welcome Socialism,
Wuhan now cured.
Selective restriction,
deprivation, broad day robbery,
undefined PCR Test,
speculative stigma,
Positive or Negative incontestable,
punishment for the Beijing weapon
Freedom was Yesterday
Socialism is Here at Last.
I yearn to tell you what I know
But I am lost to find the perfect way,
So come and view the truths I'll show.
You'll see beyond our concept of today.
Talk to the homeless on the street,
Some are happy and the rest are mad.
You can give and praise and wash their feet.
Still, only some are thankful for what they've had.
Rich are the gracious, even without much.
They will prosper and are filled with love,
Joy, kindness, and the divine touch.
The true gifts from up above.
Come see this mother with her young one.
She will love, nurture, and be ever fair.
Still he rebels, thinking that he's won.
She struggles because the father is never there.
She thinks he's to blame and this may be true,
But not in the entirety of her life.
She needs strength, to endure what he's put them through.
To erase her and her son's stagnant strife.
Now we see this smiling, young, and clever man.
Looking for love and settles too soon.
Always devising his brand new plan
To get a girl and make her swoon.
Now he is not selfish, he is just alone.
Never looking to hurt a soul.
I just hope he is soon shown
A way to make his saddened heart whole.
Now lets move to physics, we've all heard
That every action returns and equal and opposite one.
That means if you recklessly abuse that bird,
Your prosperity has lessoned and the negatives have begun
Karma is what I like to call it,
God's punishment is what others say.
But labels are not what's most important.
There's nothing but kindness that matters today.
Do well towards all and good will come.
Even in not the most obvious ways.
This is what I've seen and what I've won;
My indebted lessons are what I'll continue to pay.
Don't let your words or actions be in vein.
Let yourself be completely whole.
You'll never deal with embarrassment or be shamed
And you're heart will never turn into coal.
Live in love. It's the only way!
Grab my pen for some strange and let loose,
Mysterious activity, Stonehenge hidden truths,
Boosting the brains roof with rhythm and funky grooves,
Improving thought producing sparks,
Hidden but released from the heart,
Outsmarting light and darkness, atomic quickness,
Removing the minds distress and subconscious mess.
Opened up to visions of visions, witnessing negative conditioning,
living within it, surrounded by blind human beings being ignorant dimwitted earthlings, why?
Third eye seeing reality as it is, or is it a dream?
Am I channeling higher thought through story rhymes writing idioms?
Your systems don't run on this level, where the devil and light battle over the control of upheavals,
The opposite to evil? Are you? Am I?
Is this all an illusion flying by and gone?
I want the answers of higher questioning looking for truth!
Miss understood youth climbing roofs to find skate spots,
I don't know alot, but I seek out jewels of wisdoms,
From imagination coexisting with rhythm I write them,
Without blemish, missions of word searching or straight from the dome?
Wiser written patterns writing unique philosophy unknown to Rome,
Mystic code, quick with power from the summit unloading flow,
Those who follow the inner teacher reach knowing from observing,
This brings serving your learning by seeking wise knowledge,
Stiching my self back together,
Im not saying you have a better life,
Devising an enticing writing, reviving ancient word play in layers,
Dirt occurs to be a top player,
Important to understand the language of the world,
At a later date we may make it,
Alchemist word tribes combined find fine lines, not for the blind,
What kind of writing is this pouring from my vessel as I sail,
Oceans of end less waters, deliver me mail from the almighty mailman.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.8.2016