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Electorate on tenterhooks until...
outcome of 2020 presidential election announced
Polling places slated to open seven o'clock
in the morning November third two thousand twenty
heightened tensions will strain patience
to breaking point concerning
extreme anticipation common joe experiences
(biden his/her time)
regarding which candidate trumpeted
as de facto commander in chief of United States.
Carpe diem the echoing refrain
heard and seen dispensed and broadcast
across telecommunications medium
cuz the very survival of democracy at stake
ruthless political machinations employed
to seize inalienable codified rights
couched within Declaration of Independence
and Constitution, written ethos, dogma, credo...
compiling aggregate of fundamental principles
or established precedents that constitute
legal basis of a polity, organisation
or other type of entity and commonly
determine how entity governed.
Understanding North American government
inextricably found yours truly agape
when chance occurrence brought hefty tome
into self assigned reading material
which storied author David McCullough
wrote engrossing John Adams biography
I read aloud with measured deliberateness
clearly enunciating each syllable of every word
despite runaway enthusiasm
to acquire historical premise
whereby original thirteen colonies
teetered on brink of immediate collapse
soon after majority representatives
swore fealty among themselves
despite ragtag soldiers
easily overwhelmed courtesy
fighting force of British Empire.
As a staunch affiliate of democratic party,
one veritable common joe
just biding his time,
I trumpet how crass
deleterious, egregious, fractious...
usurpation of power
jackknifed, kickstarted and linked
endemic flood (gushing) hatred
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious putrescence
laid down at the feet
upholding seventy five inches
of corpulent doughy flesh
regarding one conceited, haughty, and obstreperous
politician orchestrating machiavellian leitmotif.
Mark my words, that bull headed incumbent
will clamor, foment, incite, loose chaos
if Democratic candidate garners more votes
at the ballot box nsync with absentee citizens
casting their lot with the worser of two evils
otherwise put head between legs,
and kiss tuckus goodbye,
cuz hell in a handbasket looms on horizon.
I long to see you become forever well
filled with life and happiness that from which we fell
I love you for the character things in you I see
the unpolished gems you contain your inner quality
I see your desire and searching to be loved
your tenderness to the prison there what you dream of
I've considered the places where your mind does dwell
the heights you have aspired but far from them fell
I see into your inner core not just upon your face
the mind residing in you that your soul encase
I love that you know you can count me a friend
and your confidences I'll keep until our end
I know those places where the hurting went
with childhood abuses were treated with contempt
I know how criticism did with anguish fill
and how the remains are in there living still
I have seen you alone crying in the night
with no one there to say it will be alright
you put on a brave front as we all display
but despair rides your soul each and every day
And there did I see beauty that lives you within
the part you have protected from violence of men
from the words and deeds from their actions cruel
dispensed by those ignorant the unthinking fool
But I am only human can only see a little part
the results of mankind's thoughtlessness effects upon your heart
so little comfort can I impart that effectively touches you
until the Son of God his love on earth will do
Just know you will always be within my thought
though not there present you're in my mind allot
I'll look forward till next I see you and look upon your face
wrap my arms around you hold you in my embrace
Know that your sorrow Gods intends desist
through the only Kingdom these governments resist
those who hurt others will become restrained
until the hearts of men can become retrained
These are the promises that through Christ will come
that which resides in heaven his will on earth be done
and not another soul will ever hurt your heart
for Gods promise is that Love will never you depart
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Torn Pages by Kenny Davis
The pages of this love letter
I hereby rip in half
Because in the face of my love’s confession
You saw fit to laugh
Instead of you, these love sick pages
Feels the scornful rages
As my heart moves through the stages
Of its own vengeful, torturous wrath
With every screeching rip and tear
My love for you disappears
Don’t say, “You want me near.”
Because it’s falling on deaf ears
With the tearing of each shred
My love for you is dead
Cherish the moments I was there for you
As I erase you from my head
With the rip of each page, I find
I must break the ties that bind
I must dispel you from my heart
Even further from my mind
Wanting to erase the words that I wrote
Take back all of the feelings I said, and the “I love you” I spoke
“What was I thinking?”
As I tear apart these heartfelt notes
No longer, on these pages, will my heart be the pen
Knowing that its ink, its blood, will pour out in the end
Never shall a heart deserve to feel such pain again
The love lost on you and these pages, in the abyss it remains
Not much love was read between the lines
A once enchanted love story being ripped at the spine
A love so blessed, I believed to be divine
But clearly you are no enchanted love of mine
With every broken sentence that’s torn apart
A breath of relief, removing the scars from my heart
I thought ever loving someone again was hard
But learning to let go is more difficult, by far
Sitting here enjoying the agony of every piece
Like therapy, providing a much needed release
Feeling free of “love” and the shackles of grief
At the end of my destruction, awaiting my peace
My feelings for you, dripping from every word
Regretting every one that I said, every one that you’ve heard
Time after time, “When will I learn?”
Love is better left unsaid, shielded from the hurt
As all of this passion and love is dispensed
I never thought I could ever feel a rage so intense
Smiling wide, immersed in this paper ridden mess
As I rip apart the words that bled from my pen
Through all of the abuse, through all of the scorn
My spirit is damaged, my body is worn
Through the destruction of these pages, my heart is reborn
My love for you is gone; the pages that possessed it are torn.
© June 2011 k.davis
Form:
31 "You looked, O king, and there before you stood a large statue—an enormous, dazzling statue, awesome in appearance. 32 The head of the statue was made of pure gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, 33 its legs of iron, its feet partly of iron and partly of baked clay. Dan 2:31-32 NIV
Daniel was the interpreter
of Nebuchadnezzar’s dream.
The King had forgotten it—
his troubled sleep so extreme.
God told Daniel what the king had dreamt;
even what his dream did mean.
Nebuchadnezzar was so delighted
that with Daniel he did convene.
Daniel told the king, “You dreamed of
a brilliant statue — Babylon’s the man’s head.
You are the king of this kingdom
that the Medes and Persians will soon shred.
For they are the chest and arms of silver;
the second kingdom yet to come.
Then there’s the belly and thighs—
the third kingdom of the foursome.
The belly made of brass
is much less superior to gold;
this kingdom’s called, Greece,
but even it will fold.”
“So what kingdom will follow
for that’s the very last?”
“It’s a kingdom of iron,” said Daniel;
Rome had to be the caste.
This kingdom of iron
forms the legs down to the feet;
the toes of iron, mixed with clay;
this kingdom, the four complete.
The brilliant statue then is struck
as if with superhuman hands,
with a rock of destruction,
dispensed at God’s commands.
This kingdom of iron
forms the legs down to the feet.
the toes of iron, mixed with clay;
this kingdom, the four complete.
The brilliant statue then is struck—
as if with superhuman hands,
with a rock of destruction,
dispensed at God’s commands.
There’ll be no more earthly kingdoms
beyond the fourth, for sure;
God has predicted it—
no more kingdoms will endure.
Although Napoleon has tried it
and Adolf Hitler too,
Europe will not long be united,
but no-one’s told the Parliament of EU.
God has set up all the kingdoms
and deposed them all as well.
So what hope has man to dictate—
his pack of cards all fell?
God told us there’d be one last kingdom,
but that’s on the earth made new.
So when someone tells you differently,
He’s not read Daniel 2.
Featured in my book No. 3, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright Maureen LeFanue 2009-2011
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
11/06/22
Antiestablishmentarian inherent malevolent violence
wracks human species, a most brutish and nasty beast.
An embittered nihilistic teenager
grown haggard and old,
hence not surprisingly yours truly
crafts pseudo dystopian reasonable rhyme.
An evangelized atheistic adherent,
I aver evolutionary theory
posits prelapsarian Eden
of astonishing plentitude
gone to hell in a handbasket.
Ever since human species stood erect
exhibiting prehensile appendages did allow
cupped fingers upon brow,
whereat vista unveiled to succor chow.
Dawn of consciousness begat
superstitious vagaries daunting
present day Democrat
and/or Republican to issue fiat
denouncing extremist militant uprising
raging across Capitol Hill habitat.
2021 presidential inauguration
today January twentieth
(broadcast right now)
augurs horrific repeat January sixth,
when bedlam and mayhem
rocked Washington District of Columbia,
where hoodlums ran amuck lionizing violence.
Lawlessness bled constitution white
marauding bands of hooligans
bombarded, desecrated, fueled,
harmed, jackknifed, leveled, nailed,
pummeled, rioted, terrorized, vandalized...
with glee and spite
yielded windfall regarding
headline grabbing newsnight
motley film crews recorded
gangsters scaling storied height
(cue spiderman/woman)
think rescuers quick
as greased lightning they did alight.
If only real and/or
fictional life action heroes/heroines
came to the rescue
to avenge forces of evil,
where virtue dispensed,
and trumpeted courtesy better angels.
Meanwhile indefatigable defenders
of human rights
dole out just desserts
upon the heads
of self styled lawless brigands
militaristic thugs hell bent
to wreak havoc
upon cradle of liberty
including complex edifices
linkedin and embody
blood, sweat and tears
of freedom fighters
arrayed against merciless
demonic forces upending
foundation upholding enshrined
nearly divinely inspired principles
quantum leaps since
early man/woman trod
across terrestrial firmament.
I experienced exhilaration
upon witnessing confirmation
genuflection, liberation, restitution
espoused by Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.
forty sixth president of United States.
Living in dark days
of the last generation of Noah
Evil beast animals now rule the Earth
Peaceful human beings
are perpetual moving ark targets
In constant danger from the archers’ grip,
the meek souls pray always to God
that the deadly, hunter bullet arrows miss
Walking by faith
in the Land of the Gun ...
the vast American wasteland
Death metal warlords rule
in the desolate Land of the Gun
Pale shoguns
got the last peace rebels
on the run
Running from the violence
High lead mortality false profit driven,
the dry ground is flooded
with innocent blood corruption
Leaving morgue debris of souls bereaved
Constant siren wails
follow the fallen bodies on the
smoking barrel trail
Some say we’re living in a technological hell,
others believe in the cursed power
of never-ending, multiplying weapon sales
Trafficking on a perfidious path;
allured to the firing, silencer sound
of the damning, fiery chiming brimstone bell
Carved handles, death laden metal idols
bolster ammo-filled holster security
On scarlet satin beds of gunpowder pyre,
sleepers crypt rest with “No Trespass” ease
While wicked watchers lust for more,
as they voyeur revel in the exit wound bleed
Still, a remnant walk by faith
in the Land of the Gun
A chosen few peace outlaws
on a divine run
Running from the ceaseless violence
Seeking higher ground
from the blood flood below
Bearing witness of so much sorrow;
orphan tears flow
from closed coffin eyes
of weeping widows
These be the last dark days of Noah,
violence fills the Earth with a flood
And the levee broke in the Land of the Gun,
where fear moved
in the twilight direction of the falling sun
Oh, so much violence in the Land of the Gun,
the Wild West badlands
Where blood justice is dispensed,
executed by bullet judge and jury Americans
But the brave peace rebels
seek safe refuge,
by following the lowering path of the Son
Soon to be Resurrection rainbow returning
on the horizon —
Once the heavenly trump blow;
and the overcoming cleansing flow,
letting the Water of Life run ...
Washing away forever
the final end time Reign of the Gun
The last Night of October
It's that time, again, the last night of October,
the last glow of twilight nearly gone.
Children race out and about,
winding through the streets and alleys.
Brightly colored costumes,
mom's old wig, dad's old sport coat.
All hoping to fill their bags with the prize:
Candy bars, bag of licorice, candy corn, pop corn balls,
apples, Bit-O-Honey, and Pez dispensed joy.
Some, their favorites, to greedily keep their own,
others to give to a poor sibling, who stayed home with the mumps.
With faces painted, steel themselves, for the gauntlet ahead,
the familiar street now somehow strange in the gloom,
to walk past hallowed ground,
All was quiet, save for the rustling of the leaves.
The daylight gone, now cloaked in Stygian darkness..,
ahead lie, the old grave yard.
Raucous laughter, which echoed only moments before,
trailed off into whispered murmurs.
All eyes from the once merry band looked now,
to their leader, albeit quickly chosen,
the tallest, and oldest, and bravest.
He too, resolve waning, felt the grip of those things unknown,
in the shadowy mist,
heart now beating faster, he chides the little ones,
for being such silly ninnies.
Just now, what was that! What was that sound?!?
Was that an owl? Or, maybe Old Man Godfrey, come back from his
now disturbed rest!
Young sister's hands clasped brother's, tightly,
and brother's, impishly taking the clammy worts,
decidedly grew, just a bit older, wiser,
and braver in kind.
Now turning the corner at Elm street, they walked at even pace.
With heads bowed low, mid-block, each chanced a glance, only to look away,
from the wrought iron gate.
Young heads, did now envision mystic spectres, ghouls and fantastic phantoms, with jaws agape, smiling in toothy cheer, bony fingered hands reaching through the heavy bars.
Swallowing dryly, daring just one quick glance back,
at the narrow lane winding, into the stone covered grounds,
dotted with ivy covered trees of willow and oak.
Back into the world of the living, back to
All Hallow's Eve.
-Happy Halloween
The power of one is not about just someone
Acting alone
It's the power that one person has
When stepping out of comfort zones
It's the power that comes from trusting
And having faith in the Lord God
It's the power of sacrifice
and giving from the heart
So many times we doubt our ability
To make a difference in life
But in the grand scheme we need to realize
That we have a gift from Christ
As God has a greater purpose for us
In His master plan
And your gift is important
As it comes from His hands
Just realize that you might not be the star
But a part of the supporting cast
And your gift is a needed contribution
For the project to be completed at last
God has given you a gift
And its for you to share
Don't think you're insignificant
And don't feel like a spare
For its not how you want to live
Its how God guides your life
Yes you can make a difference
Just trust in the Lord Christ
You might not have been the surgeon
But the nurse who dispensed the medication
You might not have been the producer
But the one who gave the film direction
Understand that opportunities to showcase the gift
That God gave to you
Will come at appointed times
For you to do what you must do
And don't allow that 4 letter word known as fear
Keep you immobilized and standing scared
For you have love, a sound mind and the power of one
Don't let anybody tell you that it cannot be done
Never forget who you are as a child of the King
No longer stuck on stupid never accomplishing anything
Now to be like Queen Esther who stepped out on faith
For such a time as this
To enter the king's chamber her opportunity
Not to missed
And even knowing that she could perish
And lose it all
She took her gift her power of one
And answered her God call
And still today we honor Queen Esther
For her courage and faith in the Lord
She took her power of one and got on board
Possessing intentionality, purpose
And a decisive spirit
She went to save her people
And by the grace of God she did it
It was the dispenser and me you see,
We went around His universal globe.
To you we dispensed our kingdom key.
We took it all around for each to probe.
We were showing it off for so many who believe.
We became life’s essential elements of great size.
Heart pounding and mind blowing are our wise.
Inadvertently I impenetrably rest myself at ease.
We demonstrated a flattering tale to a wondrous twist of fate.
And there it was I found those having too much lack thereof!
We even isolated their last examining scholar updated by faith.
I had not one care even if they swayed to, fro below or up above.
We even set forth a disputed everlasting undeniable act of love.
We deciphered truth and eliminated lies that could just never be for real.
We posted signs declaring our liberty and justice for every single appeal.
I need not even begin telling you the story of my bending down to kneel.
I mean like wow we were obvious not the least bit inconspicuous in our style.
Yet, we were condemned and rejected by every single human put to this trial;
Enough was enough until they all stood in correction tipping scales in defile.
So I just stood there polishing up on my nails and making myself worthwhile.
I tell you we never have seen anything quite like this before,
At least not on this magnitude of distance we have traveled.
Genetically speaking elements come alive inside of my core.
Then seeds of life do nothing except to continuously unravel.
Only the great shall succeed and wisdom shall take its place.
Simply put and stating my case,
You are in the center of my naval.
Pre-examined or pre-exposed they all just seem to fade away a bit far,
So far where once I placed in the hands of an angel my rainbow Star,
But I and my dispenser with our kingdom keys remain clear and free.
I am born just for you time again we reach for the wholeness of today.
Blessed and be Holy to the seeds that be free holding onto my decree.
It is like this, with me and mine we are in you in each and every way!