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Does
Make America Great Again
Also mean
Make America Straight Again?
How about
Make America White Again?
Maybe
Make America
AntiFeminist Again?
Another possibility,
Make America
Christian Evangelical Supremacist
Again?
And,
more elaborately,
Make America
Business As Usual
Patriarchal/Capitalist
Autonomously Empowered
and Exclusively Enlightened
MonoCulturally MonoTheistic Again?
GREATness
is soooooooo much more
morally
and ethically ambiguous
than public HEALTH
and global climate SAFEty.
I would feel so relieved
if my RedRight friends
and family
would patriotically fly
and pleasantly post
Make America Healthy Again
banners,
hats,
bumper stickers,
condoms,
masks,
And MAHA foreign
and domestic
green-woke policy statements
with health wealth optimizing
cooperative intentions.
It was one of the red-eye flights I got,
Everything went dark as we started to depart.
He seemed pleasant in his appearance,
I exhibited my great scholarly brilliance.
In matters of poetry, science, finance…
I found him maintaining innocent silence.
I switched on my subject to travel by flight,
Ticket prices, I said, are touching the height.
I swore at the system and the owners,
That often they behaved as though loaners.
The comforts they give is sheer meager,
And in mere business they are eager.
Take any owner, I said, for instance,
Rich, richer and richest is their existence…
The business they perform just one percent,
The profit they earn as though cent percent.
Well, the system has fully gone to dogs,
Will it possible for dogs to become gods?
Thus I poured out my entire grievance,
As though with him I had great vengeance…
He seemed not to criticize my comment,
Nor did he ever my statements amend.
As the trip was almost coming to an end
And the crew started the announcement
I introduced myself very elaborately
And seemed response from him generously…
I saw him taking a card from his pocket
That resembled an artistic locket
I read the details and fell silent
As though all my vanities came to an end…
Alas! He’s the proprietor of many a such flight
Which I was criticizing with all my might…
I woke up ashamed, shocked from my deep sleep,
To find none nearby but the lights loudly beep…
My neighbor on the flight was my red-eye dream,
The Questioner and the question were me, the same.
19 June 2021
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Primordial begs a question. Precursor answers,
prior request. Clarity necessitates perspective
anchored. Pre-Genesis /\ Chapter 1: Verse 1 of
it being OUR EARTH-- / \ Verse 3 is the FIRST
LIGHT as our Daystar/ \as ALL LIGHTS trails
allies like------------ ------------Flora and
Fungi, plus \ /Fauna. Then
all four seasons.\ / Winter, Summer,
Spring, and Fall./ \To four elements
known matter, / / \ \ Earth, and air
water, and / / \ \ fire. Lastly,
humanity. / / \ \Man is Adam
And the / / \ \ Woman is
Eve. Says/ / \ \ clarity
cites / / perspective \ \ in a
lengthy / / expounded detailed \ \ point
of view./ / ALL LIGHTS, closing this \ \SHAPE
POEM \/FORM. Second LIGHTS that \/ came
post ALL LIGHTS—describes the Daystar that’ll
highlight in several varying details elaborately
formatted. Being that its duly noted as wisdom
dictate, values bring a wealth of common home
knowledge that everyone soon knows the truth.
of THE BOOK of GENESIS. Mom confessed to me
into its TRUE LIGHT as THE WORD OF GOD BE A
LIGHT AT OUR FEET--A BEACON UPON THE HILL.
Earth was made for humanity, we’re ALL LIGHTS
created as a sharing amongst ALL other LIGHTS
as it was written—now elaborated. Daystar are
LIGHTS that precedes ALL LIGHTS, plurally. The
WHYS & WHEREFORES like GENESIS, was written
and elaborated as well. GOD IS THAT LIGHT and
POINTS NOT TO GOD, AND DAYSTARS LIGHTS, US,
AND ALL LIGHTS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT LIGHT IS
ON RESERVE AS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL SAINTS--
KNOW “HOLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRINITY”:
GOD THE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FATHER,
GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE
SON, AND GOD VWVWVWVWVW THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PONTIFICATE: "Take to the floor and raise the roof -- Matthew 5:16"
Why? GENESIS Wherefore! REVELATIONS
"The Holy Trinity, THAT LIGHT, on a universal eternal role as THE CREATOR, cometh EARTH'S dawning as predecessors were processing, and an unsuspicious dark universe were ripe for there dawning by THAT LIGHT."
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT, AMEN.
Ruffians badger and bother the rest of the world, without care.
I see them coming with their mean attitude and try not to stare.
I wonder who has hurt them so badly, that they want to hurt others.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
They don't always dress the part, sometimes they wear business suits.
Sit in their offices eating elaborately rich foods that causes their toots.
Pick on their employees and they are nasty as heck to their brothers.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Ruffians bully themselves into the best seats on a bus and a plane.
They are braggadocio and boastful, and to others, a huge pain.
I would rather not sit anywhere near one, if I had my druthers.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Ruffians wear suits that make them look like sweet little old ladies.
They sit in the subway car and they yell out to the Mrs. O’Gradies.
Are loud and obnoxious; Could they be fixed with a few smothers?
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
He was a bold color artist, painting bright
pigments of rose blossom pink,
tangerine treats and peacock waves, just right;
occasionally working in pen and ink.
He was a brave thinker and his artwork palette
bore whispers of daring thoughts.
Had he sculpted; no doubt, his mallet
would’ve recorded ladies exposed ladies...double knots!
His work reflecting sensual curves,
suggestive of bright ribbon curls,
truly exposed his inner verve;
filled with spirals, swirls and whorls.
Upon the sight of his flamboyant works;
the eyes elation would display.
Exhilaration causing their swift perk;
at the elaborately illustrated brocade.
Life is all white butterflies and yellow flowers
For the rich and blue eyed you
You want for nothing except perhaps
Teal tribulations
What do you know of amethyst angst
How it reels from your gut
And paralyzed purple souls
Vomiting violet verses of pansy poems
You lack liquid death felt by
The mother of a soft stillborn infant
How could you know peach pain
When your long lashes flash as magic wand
Instantly your wildest wishes are granted
You’ll never know hunger harm or hell
And I desperately despise you for it
Because you lack emerald empathy
You gloss over others loss as “God’s will”
Disenfranchising demise of dandelion dreams
As if death is a green gift to be opened
Your happiness is snorted in white lines up your
Nose leaving psychedelic rainbows in your spirit
An artificial light illuminates your mind
But you feel elaborately enlightened even elevated
Your life is rich your words your food even
Your grief seems scripted by gold and silver pen
The soft satin lavender lies you tell yourself
Are a jaded justification of lack of life’s joy
You dig a grave for the less fortunate in
Your poetic world full of magenta misery
Dressed up as colorful inspiration
You feed off others like a blood thirsty vampire
Never quoting never worrying at all
That AI stole your doily soul
No your rehabilitation is red white and blue
A flag burned by drug paraphernalia and
False imprisonment in cranial concentration camps
False because your mind doesn’t have to be there
You have all the tools you need to bleed
Feel reveal and write truth but
You chose not to
Your verses in ash smell of smoky hell’s dissent
This chemistry that binds us initially.
This cruel joke made by nature’s evil scientist.
A variation on limerence.
It’s really unfair when human beings find someone they care for.
And in natures mean lab they get a shot of a chemical that’s unbearable.
It makes us feel love in a way that’s not right, it’s unfair.
That extraordinarily amazing feeling one gets.
Heads high on infatuation, sometimes unable to function.
How can one think or make important decisions?
With this strange substance coursing through us.
Yet we do. We marry or move in, maybe even have a baby.
Then sometimes…
The cruelest thing is, after a year or more, we wake up
Only to find the chemical is gone, its released us
Leaving us feeling confused, hurt, or in pieces.
This isn’t the one you showed me at first?
Why would you do this? This is the worst!
We’ve knitted an elaborate sweater
To cuddle and warm us.
To keep us from the cold and keep us together.
The yarn of our lives so elaborately intertwined.
If we don’t like this anymore now, how can we unwind this?
It’s so unfair. The lengths that we must go
To unknit this garment that is now so full.
Why would you do this Nature? Your so cruel!
What a fella what a lovely fella happened their way
What a generous fella to kindly offer all these gifts and his services for free
He was of the mind to give them some of his grub
But he waited until it got rank and mouldy first
He then offered them a sip of his tea
But thought it best to spit in it first
He was generous with his backhanded compliments
never missed a beat in his dance of deceit
his two faced stance well maintained to entice the flies to his web
Bothered to put on a show to appear likeable and relatable too, what a gent
As he knit picked at their lives and put a spin on every word they uttered
he meant to gently pump them up for intel for reasons known only to himself
A mission that sadly bounced hard and flopped
For that last bit I blame who ever created the character of James Bond
Has the likes of him curtain twitching and meddling for dear life
Convinced every foreign woman wants to get their mits on them, I mean resounding yuck please!
His exotic fare he elaborately served on a bed of fake pleasantly, seasoned with a dash of bogus laughter
He seemed appalled that they could be handed a chance at anything at all
before he got to take at least ten more chances that he doesn't even need
God forbid anyone else aside from him gets any upliftment
Joy should start and end only with him and his kin
and compassion should only ever be pointed his way
He enjoys his loot only when others stay beneath him, and thrives when disparity amounts
There is a hole where this man's soul ought to be
And that's if it was ever there in the first place
Maybe all he ever had is this humongous gaping emptiness
that he has to fill at all odds because its eating him alive
It seems it can only ever be filled by him generously spreading misery and contempt
He tries to fill it with greed and a haughty demeanour
Little does he know it will never suffice
Somethings no amount of wealth can ever buy
Maybe he never got enough hugs as a child
I mean one might be born into abject poverty
but it never stops their parents from raising loving compassionate children, one hug at a time
Sometimes that's all a soul needs to thrive
What a fella, poor fella with a stone for a heart
and pockets weighed down by gold
Form:
The table set
just us three
My wife, my son
and me
A masterful meal
spirits raised high
How about a song now
Let's give it a try
One tune leads to another
melodies like brothers
Forty minutes of pure gaiety
laughter, joy, a taste of harmony
The after-meal grace recited
with full-throated thanks
Next meal - six hours, guests coming
~ time to refill our tanks
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Note: The 'Festival' referred to is Sukkot,
the Jewish Fall Harvest Festival - 7 days
in Israel; 8 days elsewhere. Meals are
taken in a small, temporary outdoor booth,
often elaborately decorated. Many families
sleep in these huts as well, fulfilling the
command that every Israelite dwell in
booths for seven days. (Leviticus 23:42).
Team leader Renee peered out
of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon.
“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.
Maybe everywhere?”
Albert, her partner and co-worker were apt to look down on the buzz where their joint venture, their central office, was located.
Quite often hoards of people of all age groups hung out, shrieked with joy, abandon, near the hazy plume cafe.
They were snacking and sharing purchases.
There was rainbow signage to the left of this group promoting all the companies within Renee, and Albert’s brief.
The name of their company was Hereafter Unlimited.
Close and “trustworthy” friends formed this postgraduate 7 person cluster which later evolved into quite a
mind-bogglingly complex concern.
Hair-raising hubs were hatched.
Geniuses one and all created one matrix after another of sequential self-financing companies.
Ideas among them spread like avalanches.
Songs and puns were sung.
They had “flames” or “wildfire” intensity at their fingertips.
They were at the mercy of their own brilliance.
Their aim was to bring countryside joys into every nook and cranny in their chosen capital.
There were bookstores, clubs, restaurants and other outlets named after the multifaceted rustic charms that obsessed them.
Each outlet had a communal dining area to draw in clientele.
The underlying idea behind all these shops, stores, stations
was to have a magnetic pull.
Havens, an escape hatch that would leave an out of this world impression on the visitor.
From energetic background music to kaleidoscopic screens, to elaborately sculpted tables, mahogany tint chairs, azure blue halo moon menus, kid zones in high jinx.
Cascade after cascade of hue swirls in tandem with jubilant dance trope very much in evidence.
A magic merry go round motif underpinned each inventive hub.
Once savoured, never forgotten.
Festivity a frequent festoon, mouth watering smorgasbord without rein running riot.
The element of surprise, key and kernel to atmospheres that thrived on visionary continuum