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Here I am standing on the milky way hoping that someone would come my way, I have been here for a thousand years with millions of stars stuffed up into my guts and the solar system with is unwinding rhythm orbiting the galaxy in the center of the mass and the dark matter is running around the town in a brand-new set of gowns.
Where they come from, I don’t know, but they are about to start a brand-new show; they are wearing alien skirts and blouse made out of purified dirt.
I see them coming in droves they are parachuting through the clouds, they are acting as if they have no feeling, and they are coming at a speed that will smash up your zeal and turn the planet into ashes and dirt.
The planet is running around with the sun and the mission is not yet done you have to go back in space and tie up the loose ends that are hanging from the heavens; they are three thousand light years away and they cannot connect with the beam to release the clogged-up steam.
The galaxies is sending a message to you, you must organize another mission in the sky to find the point before the beam dies; it will plunge the earth into darkness for a thousand years and the plants would die, and nothing will pass through the sky.
The galaxy is of three main types, and you have got to separate the spirals galaxy from the irregular's galaxy and the elliptical galaxy before the universe move.
You have to arrange another trip with Russia, Japan, China, India and America with Britain and Germany at the tip. You have to examine what is going on up there because I am seeing some strange image that is causing me to fear, is it digital manipulation or is its political frustration, whatever it is, it frightens every living creature to its core, and you have to keep asking for more.
Touch me if you can see me, touch me if you feel me. I don’t have to see the movement of your hands; I only have to feel the courage in your soul and the fire from the sun engraved in the center of your hand.
It can scan through any door and take you to the upper floor, this is my latest invention, and it can take me straight up to the sky without a nickel or dime.
Touch me if you can feel me, touch me and pass the energy around, touch me with the tip of your fingers and your long-awaited dreams will come through; just touch me and the universe will open the big door for you.
In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.
Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye for womanly curves.
His favorite worked in a house downtown,
With dark hair done up in curls,
A woman who’d ‘broadened’ his world.
At first it was cold, but that all changed quick,
And they soon were a regular thing.
She taught him skills a man needs to know,
Really took the boy under her wing,
And knew how to make his heart sing.
But his father said “Boy, don’t fool yourself,
That damned girl wants nothing but cash.
And many a man has found himself broke,
Chasing after a professional lass,
You better get over her fast!”
But Elliot continued, and went when he could
For weeks this went on, as before.
Until one day she asked to meet his kin,
Not the act of some common whore.
She must have loved him like never before!
They went to his house outside of town,
His lady fidgeting and tense,
Elliot knew she must be nervous,
To be meet disapproving parents,
He prayed that his dad would relent.
She entered the home and father went cold,
His face truly taken aback.
His jaw dropped and he said aloud,”Clarice!”
Then she shouted outside,”It’s Mack!”
A new figure stormed in from out back.
A man appeared, a gun in his hand,
Pushing before him Elliot’s mother.
Elliot had seen his likeness before,
It was the felon Bloody Jack Carruthers,
He knew it could be no other.
Jack said,”Now, now, we meet again,
McKay, the man who survived,
When our gang fell down in Monterey,
Shot up back in seventy-five!
Our loot you had on your ride!”
“And now I see how you spent it all,
And made it pay out in droves,
While I rotted away in sweltering cells
Far down south in old Mexico,
Imagining how this would all go!”
“You see this girl here, she is in my pay,
Since I heard that your son took a shine.
She played the damn fool, acted in love,
Until he’d bought into her lies.
And she led me here where I did find…”
“That a dirty skunk, yellow as can be
Built his home on the blood of my friends!
And all because this pretty young girl,
Your stupid, young son could bend.
Now then, prepare for your end…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
A young man came in contact with the police… and has died.
So the town decided to protest, drawing others from the outside.
Everything got out of hand, and escalated, throughout the night.
Businesses destroyed, homes robbed, fires, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
The innocent bystanders have decided to move away, in droves.
The businesses are losing customers, as to safety so many go.
Eventually, businesses will also leave, for customers they must have.
The area will become blighted, where a good home once could be had.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
Police and their families are being threatened, as they try to understand.
But they see that they must guard at night, all which continues to stand.
The Newsmen are stirring things up, as to the National News they go.
Of course we need to know the plight of all, as they stir up more woes.
Protesting the freedom, to protest at night, hasn’t helped stop the fights.
More will be leaving the area, cause they don’t want to live too close.
It’s the innocents who continue to suffer, if the town becomes a ghost.
It could end in a moment, or be like the fighting, in the Middle East.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
It all depends on everyone’s understanding of when it’s time to stop.
It depends on the understanding: of when something wrong feels right.
Rioting, Looting, and Protesting can’t add anything good to the mix.
But adding outsiders and hatred to it, can totally destroy all, in the end.
There are brave hearts, wanting to stop what’s going on, to get along
The outsiders control the scene, as with sadness, the good back down.
It seems to have a life of it’s own, pushed from outsiders out to win.
But the only thing they’ll win, is a ghost town, for those left within.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
Remember: Be careful what you do, when feelings seem so right.
CSEastman Written 8-15-2014… ‘A bystander, very close by’
...He looked around frantic as he struggled to breath.
“It’s all happening at once, I just can’t believe…
I know that they are all waiting, will want to record,
but right now it doesn’t seem so simple any more,
with all my family’s been saying…don’t know what to do,
and I’d hate if all this took me away from you!”
She stroked his hand and said,”Jack, you have to relax,
you have the chance to make music, that is a fact.
You tell me it’s what you want, so I think you should sign,
and not pass this up waiting for a better time.”
He said,”But if we go on tour, you know what that means?"
She said,”I know, but I’d never impede your drams.”
So Jack left with the band, and it was bittersweet,
they soon cracked the Top 40, which was no little feat.
Black Jack and The Shirkers would soon go platinum,
known for hypnotic hooks and songs of drink and fun.
Jack was modest at first, but soon embraced the fame,
all the parties and groupies who sere so far from tame…
Yes, the albums and the riches piled up in droves,
there was no sort of indulgence he did not know,
he had a big mansion, he drove fancy sport cars,
no one could image he’d ever go this far.
But as his twenties rolled on he soon started to see
deep within him a cold, growing despondency.
It started as a trickle, a fatigue he couldn’t shed,
them slowly grew until it filled up most of his head,
the gnawing sense that all of this was just skin deep,
before long it made it hard for Jack even to sleep.
The shrinks couldn’t help him, the gurus just annoyed,
so he thought back to the last time he’d felt real joy.
He realized it was that last night that he had seen Kay,
about no other woman had he felt that way,
for all of the drama he’d had his senior year
he remembered how with here there had been no fear,
just a quiet acceptance, she’d listened and cared,
and that was how Jay found himself going back there.
He was twenty-seven, eight whole years had gone past,
and he knew it was crazy, but he had to ask,
had to see for himself if some small spark remained,
if she could still see the real him through the trappings of fame.
It wasn’t all that hard to find her new address,
so he worked up his courage, and put on his best...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
New Moon new, new tune
It’s a lovely afternoon
New broom sweeping the town
And spiritual cleansing is scattered all around
The wind is blowing lightly
And the race is running politely
The crowd is out once more
And people are cruising from door to door
A balance crown, a balance gown
The message is circulating around
Sending shock wave all over the town
The women are out in great force
They have just handed in their final divorce
With girted skirts and bodies well assembled
They were determined to end the tumultuous dirt
The Christmas came with a silent storm
And woke me up just before dawn
Spilling water all over the lawn
Soaking rain and complaining men
Too many of them occupied the street
The screaming and the shouting
The cussing and the fighting
They are trying to get out of the bull pen
But they angered the Gods and water suddenly
Came thundering in from heaven
Goods start floating in the street
And their sales were incomplete
A watery Christmas with cuss, cuss
Caused baby Jesus to fuss
Mary rock him gentle in the cradle
And he smiled gentle, and said he is able
The women are out in droves
They are getting ready to shout
The unruly band, the clownish man
But the women were determined to have the upper hand
I have been thinking hard and long
Waiting patiently to sing a new song
New rhythm, new beat
And a brand new shoes on my weary feet
The tide is rolling along, and the minstrel is
getting ready to march with the big band
Everyone lined up to pay their last respect
To a dying man gasping for breath
A sad moment for the throne
And a happy moment for the bluestone
The show is rolling along
and heart of destiny is scattered all over the land
Achilles heel are bruised and his mind is confused
His eyes are growing dim
and blood vessel is full to the brim
The devil is winking his eyes,
And many people start to cry
The heavens is a witness to his occupation
That has caused much confusion in heaven
The Angels could not adore it
And they could not tolerate it
So the God’s made the final decree
And boo the devil straight out of heaven
I think about it deeply
And absorb it completely
The devil is fighting for his life
But the Angels cannot comply.
Imperial rose,
surrender not
embattled warrior
her temple protect,
enhanced by her love
queen of heaven,
star of the sea
the divine one,
spiritual committment,
evangalist free
where there is question-
there is doubt-
constructed mainly
of myth
fanatic madman
conceal truth
mad man made lies-
peppered the globe
"the sacrificed" holy war
Were you not the
true God - direct discendant
a madmans' disdain -
giver of life-not killer
this strong belief deep
spiritual inner
Jealousy, runs' rife
woman born with intuition
blessed diligently
barer of life
religious "madman"
"unholy fanatic"
artificial stimulant
(weapons) his choice...
stand over tactics
ruination of families
incapable performer...
...many no longer rejoice...
women leave you in droves
in search of safe happy homes
Roman imperial
blatant crusader
claim "holy war"-
Roman tyrant
man of violent mind-
perverse corrupt
time, power reduced discipline
church decree enforced sin
wrongful authority
mass destruction-
Mary-this religion
medieval sexism
the owl waits
these christian bigots
bend with hell
separate fact from fiction
sinners' truth unseen...
legend or story whenever
told, too dangerous to
reveal truth-
past soon align with future
mad man is edens beast
punnish woman for sexual
acts-
mad man weaker sex-
vile tormenter
these mad men
do not themselves
repent
global "nut jobs"
with out resolve
mad man jealous of women?
Mary, Jesus's favourite
disciple-peacemaker
inherit the earth
Jesus acknowledged
her self worth married-
or not,...
church incestial perverse
priesthood a crock
scriptures doctored
catholic lies
sinners in church hide
the question begs
men and woman
can they ever
be real partners?
sexual disasters?
while this truth? is
unclear, remains a
world alert-aware
unfounded unity
corruption too vile
history-angel
unforgiving self destroy
herstory yet to be revealed
the peices are fitting
mad man ruination, rulers of
nothing complete-
incomplete...
...this world crumbling...
...and all true love retreats...
Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon
Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From boys' school nearby, the greener gender pasture
Glance at my rolled up skirt spoke to thoughts sordid
His fleeting grin sent collapsing knees, mates' laughter
In typical teenage fashion for the times, mid nineties
Before social media blinked million comment designation
Our exchange over months limited to several niceties
Emptying bus afternoon he asked me out, supreme elation
Profile examined in mirror the evening of our due movie
Re primped the pair of socks boosting breasts non existant
Had my (only) half decent outfit chosen for past two weeks
Prospect of dating Damon held no heart slowing assistance
Uneventful night pursued, spun by overwhelming innocence
Being too naive to encourage moves, nerves running riot
Our chaeffered lifts to cinemas knew no lip warming kiss
Closely guarded phone each evening, obstinately quiet
A month later, bus reverberated his revised standards
Update explained to his mates, his tastes were narrowing
One percent of girls bore requirements Damon demanded
Variety other than curvaceous blonde, saw attention souring
Perfunctory level of awareness, lack of inner dignity
Allowed me to continue, lust bound, blindly desiring
During next year, Damon must have woken to scarcity
Blonde eligible youngsters for his affection aspiring
Mirror had become a somewhat closer companion
Make up added maturity, curves came, and confidence
Outside brick walled front of school, squinted in sun
Damon boldly suggested our courting should recommence
Sideways glance with my fiend, Suzie, enclosed chapters
Desperately I pleaded with my fifteen year old foolishness
To keep a straight face as I turned him down, lustre lacking
"I don't know, " faux deep thought, " Chance is one percent"!
2nd August 2020
Dusty Old Memories Poem Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
THE DOWNFALL OF KING SOLOMON
Great King Solomon, wisest of the rulers of Israel,
The favored son of King David, who was beloved of our God,
Did fall from grace in his old age,
Though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him,
That his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power,
Were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries,
Brought their daughters for his brides.
But God said,"Solomon be wise,
Send them away from you,
For they are vile before My eyes,
And all their daughters too.
If you accept them in My son,
Their sins will be on you."
But Solomon paid the Lord no mind,
He welcomed those kings in,
Made pacts, alliances and deals,
Ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by these kings and queens,
Acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines,
And wives before the Lord.
Women that God told him,
Were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them,
So strong would be their ties,
That Israel would follow them,
And he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened,
That Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them,
And even their gods too.
He let them build their temples,
And went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God,
By the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them,
And God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today,
They're coming here in droves,
Fleeing from oppression,
That their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them,
And we shouldn't honor Him,
Well their god offends me too,
So the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us,
The very thing they seek,
Denying us our freedoms,
Our own laws have made us weak.
We are infidels to them,
And of little consequence,
They'll change our laws and change our God,
I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon,
Lose all that we hold dear,
Our freedom gone, we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
1Kings 10-11
Judy Ball
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFE Y'ALL!!!
IT'S THE SAME THING THAT'S HAPPENING TODAY!
Broken wings
slurred speech
cracked halos all around me
Shattered heart
unmade plans
fake apologies and unheld hands
To many hurt to many gone to many kids continue to be taught wrong
It's said many ways blamed on many things
defended and looked down on its offensive to us all
just another something to blame individually for the failure of a creation made by us in unity to treat smaller groups of humanity the way hindsight and afterthought can be used to divide us using established demographics
but first it must be tested and talked about
and comply with marketing and editing rules and regulations
to be ready finalize the timing for best effect and proper warning to media outlets to preach to fools
We are not meant to know hate or judge
We are meant to grow and love
Teach and be taught accept We can not
And live by the wisdom inscribed in our hearts
It's not that we can't but we won't
Everyone's got some bad
But all say they don't
This is because possessions and wealth create a false since of self
but your luck in a world of help where no one has value without help
most are lucky few truly smart but either way we will end as we start
having nothing just silence truth and a spark
Brought given or stole
It won't matter as much as the story told
The problem was not the creator
It was a virus in the code
to many belief-based facts not enough fact-based beliefs
this is the kind of world we prayed to never be
yet droves of people stand in line to be fed lies and given wreathes
to hang on there door and spread the lies they were sold
without a second thought without verification and they will
let go of any around them that refuse to be told and will teach their kids the same
Its the thing that gets me that they used to preach the motto of our country
to make sure we avoid these things but for some reason they took it away
as well as the class that taught us how politics works and laws were made
now one more time lets just say "One Nation Under God Indivisible' That last word is the one we need to understand because today division is the campaign plan
The tomato is the Kamikaze
of the kitchen ...
every day in droves or
sliced ??..
The onion is offered
all life ... all over
naked, defoliation in all
veins ... covers ...
Garlic is full of proud ...
Does not attend
in all dishes ... only comes
to be a partner in spice ...
Eggplant is a lucky fellow,
rarely comes to war ...
Almost never is summoned
to be eaten ...
Chuchu ... come on pet
dear ... serves God,
and everybody ... in the salad
and in the juice ...
Lettuce, it's buddy
trendy to classics,
live on high elite,
in the mouth of the muses
and artists ...
Bunny Carrot,
and eye fortifier ...
It comes together in salads,
and it's cake batter ...
Asparagus, it's fine stuff ...
just adores high society ...
Loves the bourgeoisie,
and it doesn't appear on every fair ...
Jerimum, known and
called pumpkin,
but loves to be called
of zucca, or zapallo ...
Azafran ... is snobby ...
Don't even talk of saffron,
this distant poor cousin ...
But it is delicious in rice ..
This already proved is fact, ...
Said to be Spanish, but it is
from Egypt...
Some others I'll just name ...
Maxixe, is for those who appreciate ...
Many dance the rhythm from Brazil ...
Okra has drool and beard
and some sticky taste ... there
in MINAS with chicken
it looks tasty ...
And the cilantro ... ah! .. for
who eats it ... I ...
I do not ...!
Cumin ... makes spice,
a care for you to dreams ...
Without cumin I eat everything
alone ...
Finally the POTATO ...
Bread of the poor and the rich ...
Packaged in salad, cooked,
French fries ... potateee,
Kartofen ... how tasteful ...!
You have fought in many wars,
saved many lives ...!