Long Elect Poems
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The silence, deafening
As the roar of steel
Came crashing down
Passing dimensions
Colors exploding
The day music came
....without sound
Lies,deception, delusion
All led to one conclusion
We are NOT alone
Laborers rewarded
Slackers thwarted
On the day mind
....encountered throne
It's in the knee
Humanity has been taught
That bows and bends
To fearful thought
Yet the heart, stands
Erect, and fully rejects
That LOVE has His elect
Who were bought
...with a price
Muddled, it's muddled
There's supposed to be a line
Where those who go
Are in judgement of those...left behind
...yet we are here
...all here
...The GREAT DAY
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-08-2022
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indeed, he was reckoned the wisest
as he laid a wisdom bag by his chest;
ah, mbe the tortoise, a full-bearded beast
as were the associates of his deep forest –
& he was proud to stand his head erect
such as made one like a governor-elect!
his dream of an appropriate mansion in mind
tho’ of limbs weary, smart was his aging mind
to discern that none in the province of beasts
made yet an invention in aid of the empire of beasts
old nwaoporocha chose unhurried life to lead
& to revamp a riverside haven his mustard seed!
“the forest made a great pasture for all” thot he
– yet his lazy limbs contrived the crafty tree
that summed up his four-score & seven years
nervous & gloomy was he for the naught of days
spent – yet, old mbe opted for a slow-smart life
wishing to refurbish his haven without strife!
One before the why
Neutrinos dance, the tenet
Encoded gem I
Hopi hydrogen
Unified twins, Gemini
Numbers, count by staff
Divided even
Release the energy chi
Equal scales by 2
Decide upon one
Y photon will equal c
Energy Ion
Arc flight of eagle
Ram or goat the choice be I
S- Martics be arc
Oscillate on thoughts
Fermions amount to sum
Quantum quarks made you
Unified field net
Alpha the numeric n
N number alpha
Tau weight equals au be you
Unit be star Q
Mass measured by staff
Set started on go
Catapult be to the stars
Independent Star
Electrons are a
New negative light of one
Cascade reason why
Elect charm at end
2 by way of the release
Infinity roar
Now finite beyond
For I am born one with sun
It’s all inside you
None but bold be the one Thoth
Inside the fire be one
Together be the ocean
Yet the ocean be drop too
By Steven Willis Henderson
6/23/25
If gazelles on the savannah could vote
They'd vote for muzzled tigers, then they would gloat.
If wolves outvoted sheep, let's think what stops:
No more wool sweaters, no more lamb chops.
If crooks in the cities could legislate
There would never be a court date
They'd be out of jail while the cop like a clerk
Is still filling out the paperwork.
If the poor could vote for their rightful share
They'd vote for food stamps, free health care
If corporations could vote for handouts, in DC's halls
They'd charge the Pentagon for concerts, even golf balls.
If students could find an idealistic mission
They'd vote for free college tuition
You might feel that's self-serving, but aren't we all
Lets get what's due us and have a ball!
If lawyers could vote, for a constitution eraser
Each one could be an ambulance chaser
Deep pockets everywhere could be accused of discrimination
Fat cats would cry, but who needs them in our nation?
If terrorists could vote, shouldn't it be their call
They'd vote to get rid of our border wall.
They could import an entire battalion
Blow up things, be awarded a golden medallion.
Well gazelles can't vote, and wolves don't elect
But due to our species, the republic is wrecked
Each year we add trillions to the debt
Any animal that did that should go to the vet.
The rest of its true, if you shoplift hundreds a day
A slap on the wrist is at most what you'll pay
Last year almost half of small businesses were sued
So much self-destruction, we're really screwed.
Another point: Gazelles have wants, and sheep can feel
But humans elect people who pursue the wrong ideal
They cloak their agenda until they get power
Then watch out, its freedom's final hour.
I am not wondering you set up different institutions
I don’t care how many new laws you have issued
The supreme high in the sky or low one on the ground
Because you make by hands and destroy by your feet
The value of your rules is just to use and reject
In the name of a country’s owner, where is my Right?
Let me elect my reps to issue the laws
To protect me, to secure me,
To insure me in case of sickness,
To pay back to my labor,
Let me speak, listen, watch, and read whatever I want!
I don’t care how many experts, lawyers you used
I don’t care your fake definition, nor hoax theories
I don’t want to hear your golden bell from universe
Because you have not accepted my elected reps
You have abstracted and destroyed my right
By your armed force and by your forgery rules
And most important: People have not elected you!
Since we all are human being
If you destroyed my right, I can destroy yours
If you rejected my right, I can reject yours
I have full right to end your dictatorship
Because we all human being!
Here I sit at the table of The Lord
with emblems to the elect grafted in -
my old faith in God and mercy restored
by the love in he who died without sin.
I sojourner, in the walk to the truth
cleansed by the holy waters of baptism -
to beseech, if not by your own reproof,
to rise again like Your son has risen.
For soon you saints in Christ the hour will come -
all who tarry in His tabernacle,
and behold the King of all Christendom
in he who no grave could hold nor shackle.
The Word made flesh who in last dying breath
had lots cast and died a criminal’s death.
Written: October 2010
It's hard to maintain a strong democracy
when people elect a kakistocracy.
To those who believe in "America First":
your government now consists of the worst.
The POTUS must be cruel and cockeyed
choosing a cabinet of the least-qualified.
Only someone vile and obscene
would select a Health Secretary who is anti-vaccine.
And the Education Secretary must be stunned:
she actually refers to AI as "A One"!
But then, a man with a history of disorderly conduct
would choose sycophants who are cracked and corrupt.
The new definition of stupid
is accepting those who are unsuited,
knowing the truth and seeing it with your own eyes,
but still believing the hype and the lies.
Praise the Lord! Sing to Him a new song
only the godly can do this fully right
rejoice evermore in your great king
feast on His beauty such a beautiful sight
Be always ever with a heavenly vision
even in your beds be full of joy
fill your throat with high praise
handle the divine sword set to employ
So then God's judgment be cast
bringing vengeance on the nations
the people then to be punished
execute them to the proper occasion
The Lord always shows love to His own
His personal pleasure brings this about
humility shown on His own elect
casting His praise with a mighty shout
God's gift of salvation to the humble
a certain trait of the Lord's redeemed
His saved company knows in their heart
God's adornment is eternally beamed
(Praise the Lord!
Sing to the Lord a new song,
his praise in the assembly of the godly!
Let Israel be glad in his Maker;
let the children of Zion rejoice in their King!
Let them praise his name with dancing,
making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!
For the Lord takes pleasure in his people;
he adorns the humble with salvation.
Let the godly exult in glory;
let them sing for joy on their beds.
Let the high praises of God be in their throats
and two-edged swords in their hands,
to execute vengeance on the nations
and punishments on the peoples,
to bind their kings with chains
and their nobles with fetters of iron,
to execute on them the judgment written!
This is honor for all his godly ones.
Praise the Lord!)
Psalm 149: 1-9 (ESV)
I'm stuck between two choices. Is it this, or is it that?
So much weight rides upon my back.
A pack mule to the world, and a slave to my envy.
Staying faithful to people, desiring no glory.
Yet I fight to stay on my journey. As others sit, and write my story.
Nothing flashy do I seek. Nor do I seek an audience with the king.
For heavy is the head that wears the crown, and there is never a soul
To help lift you from off the ground. Nor does anyone hear you, when you make a sound.
The throne is a seat, in which one may not rest their feet, and in all truth, it never seems complete. Relaxed for the moment, on guard for the next. A life of ease, with unseen rest.
A simple test to a mindless quest, yet still we give our very best. Only to be beaten Beyond regret, and mocked by those who seem to be the true elect.
One may tell a joke, while the other begins to choke. And when it all burns down
I wonder what lies beyond the smoke, or what rumors will a dead man provoke!
And though my words may not pass this iron gate, I make my stand, and thus do I
Celebrate, for I hope to remove the hate, and watch the world turn and calibrate.
As pride and joy join together, we must sit and remind one another that even though times are rough, we can still stand tough, hold our heads high, and never give up!
Pronoun?
A pronoun no longer describes all
How you are born doesn’t count
A misguided child, backed to the hilt
A young soul, changed on a whim
Acted upon by those paid to protect
Savagely protected by those we elect?
How come this sudden radical plague
Of designer gender’s a different shade
Those rainbow colours a swastika?
Or a cross? confirm our senses lost
Diving headlong into an abyss
With no assessment of the risk?
Confusion rains about who is what
Babies changed as they leave the cot
And who does this? A monster
From Dr Mengele’s horror show?
Genders many, controversial yet
Companies accept them scared to vet
Strange how a boy turns into a man
Questions asked. what is a woman?
Woke must awaken sometime soon
Or we are all heading for high noon.
David Cox 09/07/23