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All the Liars and the Cheaters
By Franklin Price
2/11/2016
All the liars and the cheaters
Have not yet come and went
A lot of them are still around
Some run for president
They're Party independent
You can see them everywhere
Some hide behind religion
You can even find them there
Present themselves as truthful
Swear on the Bible by the hour
Check them out before you vote them in
All they're seeking is the power
They want to take advantage
Of your belief in God
Make you believe they're pious
So you'll give them the nod
That they are believers
Is where their lying all begins
If you vote for them they'll bless you
And forgive you of your sins
Don't forget our founding fathers
Separated Church and State
Certainly you can see just why
It's very evident of late
The character of politics
And how it's done today
Does not treat others as yourself
It's just not done that way
When you hear a politician
Say he's guided by the Lord
While contriving lies about opponents
Run away and cut the cord
It was a staggering night.
A bruised but honorable knight
An empire at its height
An entrapped and bloody victim
Just more real life, not a sitcom
It was the passing of a great king
The mourning as the choir sings
In memory the bells ring
The kings daughter, makes her way to the alter
Begrudged peasants stand in "Wow!"
Noble knights fall on bending knees "How!"
The arena is packed
In cages body parts are racked
Nightmares circle the stage
No specific date, time, or age
Emotions flow
On the ground lands a crow
If hatred fills the room
Then love brings a satisfying doom
The spirits of many men rise
Never knowing the enemy lies in disguise
If an ambush were being prepared
Then broken hearts were being compared
Dubbed by a sword, but only serving one lord
Peasants rally, too many for one to tally
The river flows strong
Revenge awaited to long
As outsiders charged the gates
Every soldier puts a hand their sword
As if fate were to show up late
In a moment of silence
Before the commotion of violence
The princess closed her fathers eyes
As war was to come before the sun were to rise
She turns to every soldier
With no man looking over his shoulder
Grabs a shield and prepares for the battlefield
But as she draws her sword, she blows a kiss
A wish that no man could miss
as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions,
adults fighting in court rooms, PTA meetings and city council sessions
and fathers and mothers verbally and physically abusing each other.
how can we expect more from them
when we are not holding each other accountable?
do we blame the media with their reality shows?
do we hold them solely responsible for exposing our youth to all of this?
they say just change the channel or turn off the TV
but that is not an answer not is it the solution to a growing problem
society has made this type of behavior entertainment
if not for its shock value but to boost up the ratings for revenue
parents fighting and attacking children and coaches at little league games
celebrities going to rehab on a daily basis
sports figures and officials throwing games
professional athletes committing felonies and only getting slaps on the wrists
and then they have the nerve to suspend a child from school
for DRAWING A PICTURE of a weapon
hypocrisy at its worst
judges taking bribes
doctors molesting their patients
teachers have sex with their students
yet we have a ZERO TOLERENCE POLICY with those same children
who are we kidding?
behavior is learned
and like any and all animals in the wild
the young are taught by example
its time we stop naming names and placing the blame on others
and look to thine self
its time we stop with the excuses and start holding ourselves accountable
for our own behavior before we impose rules on our children
F-orget not those who sacrificed that we might enjoy this special day.
O-ur cherished freedoms we owe to them who in hallowed sepulchers lay.
U-ndulating o'er this blessed nation the Grand Old Flag does yet wave.
R-esolute Founding Fathers and ordinary men so very true and brave,
T-ook extraordinary actions to liberate us from tyranny and oppression.
H-ereafter, may each generation be free to celebrate without suppression.
O-ver all the nation this day folks will celebrate with picnic and parade;
F-ireworks will thrill and boring speeches by politicians will be made.
J-ubilation should ring from towns large and small from shore to shore,
U-ntil the sound of liberty resonates about the globe with a resounding roar!
L-et true patriotism reign not only on this day but all others that ensue!
Y-eehaa! Yippee! Yahoo! Yea! Happy Fourth of July to every one of you!
Oh! Repent all of you people through all the lands.
The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.
The last trumpet of the Lord Jesus Christ is about
to sound. Both the dead in Christ and alive saints
Are about to leave the ground. And to be
reunited with Jesus Christ in the middle of the
cloudy air! Forever we shall be in the presence
of our victorious Lord and King!
The victory celebration will take place very soon!
Oh! Return to the faith of our founding fathers and
mothers! Repent for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.
And more harbingers of judgement are ready to be
unleashed! Unless we repent and forsake our sins.
It will dramatically and harshly change the world
we all live in! Jesus Christ is knocking at your
heart's door why not let him enter in?
The COVID-19 is a harsh reality. Because the
Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. Things can
grow rapidly worse for the sons and daughters
of men. Unless we hearken unto the warning
watchmen of the world. And turn from all
of our sins and inequities. Greater judgements
shall we see! Why not forsake and leave your
sinful life styles far behind you?
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 01, 2020
Reliving Upside Down
by Odin Roark
The Jungle Gym geodesic glistened,
Afternoon showers dripped,
Languorous droplets fell,
Saturating sand below,
Just like then.
Bench of parents
Reflected memories old,
Stroller wheels struggling,
Obstinate sand as obstacle,
Giggles and screeches
From canopy covered pram,
Bumpy ride for my brother,
His laughter, sheer joy.
Fathers,
Mothers,
Sitters and nannies,
Attentive to children’s every move.
So many eyes saw me
Atop the dome’s iron lattice,
Hanging by my legs,
Seeing the world upside down,
Shouting, “Look at me, Grandpa!”
He didn’t notice this day,
His sudden slumped body,
Dropped the half eaten sandwich
To the ground.
Part of me wanted not to upright my view,
That safety of abstract vision so foreign then,
So understandable now,
So strangely comforting then,
So painful now.
I now straddle atop the bars,
Thinking thirty-three years haven’t made it easier,
Save the bench now replaced
The sand succeeded by concrete,
The tenders and watchers now often of different purpose,
Staring at me not knowing
I’m anything but a nut case.
Some of us just discover
Life’s remembrances
Sometimes prophesy what is to come.
Some, like me, will realize
Their whole adult life is programmed upside down,
Its sophisticated induction lures escapees
Into free-for all playground-workplaces
Where capture so often comes by way of
Pills,
Powder,
Liquid
Needles.
I smile.
Swing down to the ground,
Throw an embrace to Grandpa’s bench,
Look up and shout…
“Reliving upside down moments of love is okay.
Really…
It’s okay.”
The path has already been layed down
albeit with multilayered shadows
layed down and lit
by previous
seekers of truth
their imagination intertwined with
sustainance
providing fodder for their souls
these seekers of truth
uncoiled their tentacles of knowledge longing
bringing to their open mouths
images that are written
molten words that
are tasted to digest
and senses that are felt to experience
we be brave seekers of truth
you and I
although sometimes lost in the forebearance of our mothers and fathers
we still persue ourselves within one another
throughout paths in how we are being as we
touch reality
and confirm illusion
while uncovering the reasons to be.
Two things make the world bright;
The sun , The moon .
Governing the morning,
Governing the night.
Sending away darkness and grief .
Two things make our life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Guiding and caring
Even though there are reason to mourn.
Two things make the world beautiful;
The sun, The moon.
One is cooler,
The other is brighter.
One care for morning,
The other when needed.
Two things make life liveable;
The sun , The moon.
One source for the survival of all,
The other wait and care.
Two things make life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Both ensure life is bright.
When jealousy takes over,
Both comfort.
Oh nature !
The world is indebted to thee,
Make the day bright,
And yet never complain
Through hard times.
Two things make life inevitable;
THE SUN, THE MOON.
Buried in the dungeon of oblivion
Was the agony that once gripped me
When I was persecuted because of my faith
As a new convert to Christianity which the Bible teaches.
Now, the memory of such phase in my life is being resurrected
While I’m engrossed watching a significant event in world history,
The Dark Ages with its gruesome horrible Inquisition Period
Exposing the “Martyrdom of the Fathers of Our Faith.”
Vividly, the images of religious persecution prevail with glorious triumph
As they present fervent devotion to the almighty sovereign God
Expressed by those illumined by the Holy Spirit and freed from sins’ shackles
Whose raison d'être was to please their supreme Creator
like what the New Testament saints did, who even asserted:
“We ought to obey God rather than men.”
With such nostalgic mood, I’m reminded of how the Lord worked in my life
When I was once under fiery trial in my young believer’s life
By the tender mercy of God along His compassionate might
I emerged victorious --- praising Him, exalting His name
Assured of my Saviour’s precious words in John 16:33:
“…In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer;
I have overcome the world.”
Thus, amidst sufferings that go along my commitment in serving God
Despite consternation belittling my sacrifices for heavenly pursuits
I’m humbled to abide in the will of my Master,
bearing in mind this Scripture’s truth:
“Yet if any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed;
but let him glorify God on this behalf” (I Peter 4:16).
October 10, 2018
3rd place, "REMEMBERING WHAT YOU WANT TO FORGET" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 10/15/2018.
We are but the ones whom kneel be forth the burning tree
We are thou, the stars, that shine through; you and me
Understand brothers/sisters...we are all of one
Mothers, fathers, daughters...sons
Woman, oh precious woman, divine with love
Whom art thou...you're kind hearts, we love
Gentlemen with heart, obliged...are us men
We are thee whom bonded brothers, we are...the men
The tree burns on... for ever and ever
Brothers, sisters...whom ever
We are thee, the stars...you and me
Whom Knelt be forth...thee burning tree
Woman, precious woman, gentleman...with heart
Our hearts beat the same...with heart