Long Dignitary Poems
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I walk through the door of time
Trying to get something’s off my mind
The passage was clear
and hope was flying in the air
I felt my heart beating and my spirit
searching for new meaning, I keep
going through doors after doors until
there was no more doors so
I took a shortcut with the wind
to get a feel of what was happening
a large crowd had gather in the square
and some dignitary were holding a meeting over there;
everything was dead silent
and not a sound could be heard,
and for that brief moment a presence
came on the scene with a box of book
and gave everyone a copy and smile
and left the scene, the meeting ended
and those inside start shaking hands and
silent whispers went from the kitchen sink
and circulate the town about
a wedding to take place at noon
no one knew the bride or groom
but the wedding guest was pouring in
and the crowd got excited and left the square
and gather in the ball room over there,
cars were rolling in and town was filled
with laughter and glee,
everyone was invited to attend the wedding like
I could see the great Gatsby gallivanting in heaven
Free food , free drink and specials every Friday.
the mouths keep moving and people were talking
but I could not understood the real meaning
The men in the corner giggle underneath their breath
while Charity stood firm in front of the door
stretching out their hands towards the floor
and the guest dig deep in their purse
and fill the basket with charity money.
The people were asking for more
and money keep rolling in
and the wedding choir began to sing.
the traffic had moved to the other side
And the people were waiting inside;
the door is open in front of you just
walk right in and your dream will come true.
The Crocked souls final Toll
In the veil of darkness,
There creeps the crooked ugly dark soul
Who opened Hell’s door
With a key stolen from the gate keeper
Hiding so nobody sees it
Looting anything worth coin and pure
With a dark plan within its soul
How to resurrect its self
As an innocent soul
As it envisions itself as dignitary
Throwing its sulphur glare
At folk who challenged it
It couldn’t hold its contempt to long
As Hell’s bells rang
Then folk’s sudden realisation
It was stealing from them
They took the key and prey tell
It got caught and thrown back into Hell.
Landlords are in the cemetery
Welcoming new comers as host
Who ain't any more dietary
Cos it isn't duly of ghost
Either to chance or grace do toast
But rather await fate's bread spell
Which can't deny its running coast
To be serve in heaven or Hell
Death is no doubt hereditary
Which doesn't matter earthly post
Let alone fear how dignitary
Or honor office life's signpost
Who often by their power do toast
But won't be bailed out of its cell
Even in healthcare when diagnosed
To be serve in heaven or hell
Though be it cum death's solitary
Whose power create fear in almost
All humans unlike military
Except Jesus the uppermost
Before death though not the utmost
But beings may heart his great farewell
Of sacrifice badge cum his death boast
To be serve in heaven or hell
Ask Jesus of how death pains ghost?
Speaking well of it won't help shell
The peace its call in pain engrossed
To be serve in heaven or hell
I want to be known as an astronaut
I want to be known as a physicist
I want to be known as a movie director
My heart began thudding as they got closer to me
I do not like these group shares
I want to be known as a songwriter
I want to be known as a sparkling conversationalist
My ears are bursting with anxiety now.
Everyone is sharing
I will look weird if I don’t
I want to be known as an important dignitary
I want to be known as a genetic engineer
My turn….
I want to be…
They are all staring.
“Lesser known,” I tell them.
The next person picks up on the fact I am finished.
I want to be known as a woman who cares, she said.
My last group meeting.
I woke up this morning a little after four
with the Holy Spirit knocking loudly on my door
I hesitate to heed to the spiritual call
even though I was not sleepy at all
I rolled over on my tired side just to avoided going outside
But I couldn't neglect the Holy voice because of my selfish pride
I ventured outside at quarter to five to have my devotional hour
and I was captivated by a strong power
The street was bare and empty and the cold air quickly disappeared
I walked along the well lit street with the Holy Spirit embracing me
Something more powerful than me was guiding and leading me to my destiny
I prayed from the depth of my heart and tears that have been welled up for days
began flowing on the messy street clearing the way for a brand new day
I reached the end of the road and found a comfortable spot to unveil my heavy load
I stood behind a giant tree and allow it to cover me
then I pour out my whole heart to thee
I addressed the things that I hold so dear
and the challenges that I have faced over the years
All of a sudden cars sprang up everywhere beaming lights far and near
They drove up and down the road in a harmonious way
as if they where chaperoning a dignitary around the town
It was quite usual for the traffic to be so heavy
in a small community so early in the morning
The dispatchers hid quietly not far from me directing traffic from a tiny house
I moved closer into the bushes and camouflage myself among the trees
I blocked out the distraction and clinged to the trees around me
I became one with the tree and I felt a strong power descending upon me
I prayed for a while until a car start circling around looking for me
I emerged from the bushes and walked quietly on the bank and there it was
I stood over the drainage with light all over me
and the woman at the well emerged
I poured out my heart to the Almighty
And He finally restored my dignity.
It seems to me,
declared the preacher
to the distracted music Teacher,
that sacred MonoTheism
smugly explains
and exalts AnthroOwner Privilege
to ordain,
buy and sell
Earth's health-care rights.
It may sound to we,
sang the woke musician
refraining
and training Her preacher,
that rabid AnthroSupremacy
explains
and expects a cooperative
bipartisan resolution
to colonizing historical problems
of Straight
as patriotic nails
Monotheistic
monocultural
monopolistic
White privileged
WealthCarelessness
about Trust
and Integrity
and Compassion
across social Top
and cultural Bottom
eco-political divides
As if our Original Prime Relationship
were Win/Lose traumatized,
punishing solar experiences
anticipating vengeful lunar justice
Divinely jealous
and autocratic intent
of a tyrant society
terrorist military
dogmatic dignitary
fascist ecocidal obituary.
And,
going in the opposite direction,
compassionate
win/win co-invested
ecopolitical co-********
Passionate election
sounds more pleasant
and health resilient,
green wealth
peak and deep sacred experience
co-arising dipolar emergent
win/win selection,
co-resurrecting redemption.
Which is why,
revised the preacher
with the music Teacher,
a universally individual CreatorMuse
we remake in the imaginative images
of divine unitarian AnthroSupremacy
LeftBrain verbal dominant
baritone-bass resonant
sacred segregated Privilege
to pursue economic monopolies
and political patriarchal rightwing
societies
and sensual/sexual binary religious
cultures
and soulless monotheistic
monopolistic autocracies
Hierarchies of power
empires made of golden ManStrong
Might is bright
and not so much light
Resilience,
like transparency,
gone somewhat flat
of integrity's best health wealth
less dour
and sour
and sore
Green/blue sacred fresh
neurosensual
Wholistically Open
Sacred BlackFull/WhiteEmpty
Integrity's healthiest co-arising wealth
win/win natural/spiritual
ego/eco-systemic potential
universal EarthTribe
inside/outside
co-gravitating grace.
Santa arrived on our street yesterday
spewing considerable exhaust
while riding atop a parade of firetrucks and vans,
floodlit like a nativity display at night,
full sirens and blaring Christmas carols
competing for my Fetal Alcohol daughter's rapt attention.
Santa rolls at stately parade pace,
while ever more impatiently
my troubled daughter jumps and eagerly awaits to pounce.
For me,
much too soon
Santa spots her leaning out our screen door,
disembarks with great royal dignitary pace
to walk the long quest for prey
on our front porch.
As I feared,
after an unconvincing HoHoHo?,
without waiting for introductions,
Santa goes straight to his task at hand:
What do you want for Christmas, little girl?
I don't know
Haven't thought about it.
I'm sure it's not a stinky and loud Santa parade.
Anyway, I'm still working on what I'm giving for Christmas.
That's awesome.
I don't hear a lot of that.
It's not awesome!
It's complicated!
My dad said I should only give gifts that by giving them
I will also receive gifts.
I'm not sure I have any gifts like that.
Last year you asked for an American Girl doll.
Yes, but this year I'm working on giving American Princess me,
instead of settling for your plastic dolls.
Won't you need costuming and make-up
to become the All American princess?
You would think so,
but my dad says they don't meet his gift-it-forward rule
to recycle and receive back.
So what do you think you're going to get,
or give,
or both, I guess?
although diesel-fueled Santa's feeling red
about green co-redemptive gifts,
and I do still have far to go.
And you left your truck idling.
I'm leaning toward kindness,
'cause princesses are always kind,
but my dad is asking for greater wisdom,
which is something he actually does need.
And I know you don't have any to offer
or you wouldn't begin and end Christmas
by asking people what they want,
instead of asking us what we have to give
that might make life feel a little less snarky
come New Year's Day,
while your truck continues to stink up the neighborhood.
Santa returned to his royal red firetruck
somewhat faster than he had arrived
on my wise American princess daughter's
green front porch.
Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016
There’s no decorum or respect
Within the White House walls
And cameras let us witness
Some behavior that appalls.
Invite a foreign dignitary
Then berate, insult, accuse –
That’s the playbook for a bully
Desperate to be in the news.
Why would any other country,
After seeing that display,
Send a leader, knowing he or she’d
Be treated in that way?
Every day brings more examples
Of outrageousness and shock
Which, at one time, simply seemed like
Acts of bluster we would mock.
But the stakes have gotten higher
And if all the guardrails fail,
Someday writing such a poem just might
Have me end up in jail.
Joy, it is more then just a mere three letter word, it is an emotion well sought
when we feel the exultation of a life that has been lived with journey fought
we hold in the fondness, the warm adulation that settles in our heart's cot
we are happiness, marvels of exuberance, when joyful emotions are caught
Hope, the dignitary of longing and pipedreams, God will shine it on your face
and as you trust the path that guides you, take a big step towards His Grace
Transcend your doubts and choose to believe, for Hope is a sacred place
visit it often, encase it safely in your heart, it is as fragile as summer lace
Kindness is one terrific step dancer, it loves to partner up with joy an hope
it is ambidextrous, can save many lives and, can help you climb the slope
tender with affection for mankind, it is always present and never elopes
full of goodwill and concern, it owns only the best intentions and scope
Joy, Hope, Kindness, three virtues we can ill afford to live without my friend,
may they always live inside you, guiding you and helping you until the end.
Jan. 28, 2022