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Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world:
In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge—
a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink,
but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence.
It is as if the ink itself carried whispers
of a celestial covenant,
affirming divine Providence
into the very marrow of liberty.
Yet, as time past,
present battles won,
and future problems solved,
liberty's nation absolved themselves
from any responsibility
to the Providence from whose
sovereign ties
freed them from foreign foes.
And man's purpose became his own.
Hear this
If our purpose is in just us,
we will find we have lost ourselves,
encased in the cells of just-ice.
For if our forefathers found it requisite
to declare our nation's independence by
recognizing their dependence on the
"Laws of Nature and Nature's God"
beyond the limits of
mankind's powerful facade,
facading the source of
our country's origin,
our homeland's dominion,
foraging a jurisdiction of humanity alone,
thereby ascending mortality's throne
above the divine --
making mankind superior to the
"Supreme judge of the world,"
a position our forefather's forbade
"appealing... [In] rectitude...of [their] intentions"
to a God they believed in,
a declaration sovereignty -
bowed in solemnity,
proclaiming “with a firm reliance on the
protection of divine Providence,"
a dependence on a God they
entrusted their dependence to.
Who are we to say any different?
What difference does it make
if we believe in God or ourselves?
As the good word says,
"Shall the axe boast itself against him
that heweth therewith? or shall the saw
magnify itself against him that shaketh it?
As if the rod should shake itself against
them that lift it up, or as if the staff
should lift up itself, as if it were no wood."
For Godhood is to create,
and man was created by God.
And should man boast himself beyond
Him who spawned ages beyond ages,
he shall find himself his brother's pawn,
despondent, disheartened and disappointed,
foraging for the framework
of freedom our forefathers foraged,
overwhelmed by the damage
of a fallen nation who failed
to hear the caution within
the clarion calls of its creator.
This is a warning
from neighbor to neighbor.
Year after year, young people inspire me.
The freshness of youth brings forth curiosity.
Diversity and personality scream, it seems –
Noisily, boisterously, playfully, hope knocks.
Each child has amazing talents to unlock.
Shy ones work in silence while some classmates tease.
Others squirm around on a whim and a breeze.
Did you guess? I am a substitute teacher.
I learn something new every day that I work.
I guess you might say it is a hidden perk.
I love my work and I love to learn from many.
There was one high school boy
A class leader who loved to rap –
Talking, laughing, rapping; class behavior zapped.
I saw impending disruption; So, I struck a deal.
My clever solution was a bit surreal.
When everyone finished their work, he could rap.
Work first, then fun was my motto; he took charge.
His group of "homies” got to work right away.
The classroom was silent that wonderful day.
So, just as I promised, ten minutes at the end,
He started a beat others joined from their seat.
Line upon line he rapped words with rhyme.
Then, point to a classmate who would rap in time.
It was so much fun to see faces aglow.
When he pointed to me, I used poetry.
From that day forward, when he was in my class,
He would ask me to write a class poem, alas.
They would give me a topic and a few key words.
The students worked first; then, my poem was heard.
They would listen to my poems line after line.
I can still see his face after all of these years.
The sparkle in his eyes untangled my fears.
Years later, I was bored out of my mind.
My hip disintegrated; I was confined.
What would I do? The answer, I could not find.
I remembered that boy and that he liked my work.
It was his and his classmates’ reactions –
They influenced me to take writing action.
I joined Poetry Soup; poetry became a love affair.
I met friends, studied forms and wrote anywhere.
Paper towels or notebook paper, it mattered not.
When away from my computer, I would jot.
That boy brought the beginning; self-confidence.
His cheery influence blessed me with lifetime joy.
They liked my poems; so, I wrote thousands more.
All of this because of one young boy who will never know,
It was his good-word raps that set my soul aglow.
March 8, 2017
Written for the Poetry Contest - Younger People Who Have Inspired You
THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Went to an alumni meeting last week
Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents of pain
“How the hell did we lose that game”
Three close calls in the recent past
Defeat was looming, the die had been cast
We were favorite to trample that team
What followed next was strictly obscene
No confidence in the coach, zero trust
A new powerful resurgence is a must
“Fire the coach, we need a new spark”
Call the chancellor a search to embark
There’ll be plenty of coaches to interview
At the end of the season there will be a slew
Most will have been fired that’s for sure
Same kind of let down we’ve had to endure
Appoint a committee to find a coaching ace
Got to expunge this humiliating disgrace
While we’re at it the assistants they must go
They haven’t inspired the team as far as I know
Need to raise cash something we’re lacking
Buy out his contract and send him packing
A new coach will cost us a hefty sum
A sales job needed to convince the alum
All must partake in any new proposal
Resources will be placed at our disposal
A few claimed it was to soon to act
Hissed and booed told not to come back
The coach (2)
All that remained were anxiously waiting
Are there any coaches, we’ve been baiting
A new coach will surely demand success
All in favor pledge support in this quest
Days later the finals were slated
Consensus was, we won’t be elated
To our amazement, it’s hard to explain
Out team executed a perfect game
I went to an alumni meeting last night
Everyone was joyful in utter delight
Many were boasting and sipping champagne
Alas we were conference champions again
We need to make sure we continue to cruise
Complete confidence in the coach and his crew
Upgraded facilities, haven’t you heard
Call the chancellor pass on the good word
Our coach is a winner to be sure
Esteem and respect for him to endure
The backers are ecstatic bursting with praise
Throw in some perks add in a raise
Extend his contract for a many a year
Act fast our rivals might get his ear
Those remarks from last week , bid them adieu
They were made by an uninformed few
Remember me well ....and remember my God.
The stay of my soul was the strength of His Word.
The Heathen, the Godless keep shouting 'Good God!! '
That's not blaspheming; that's praising the Lord.
How often I've heard them - they cry out ...'Thank God!! '.
If only they knew - they're now saved from The Sword.
My unflinching faith, shows a Marvellous God.
I truly am blessed by His Staff and His Rod.
And though you have seen that I spread the Good Word.
I rejoiced as they scoffed, and my spirit high soared.
For a man that saves souls, this surely seems odd.
But the Scriptures don't lie!!! ... men will forsake God!
So I marvel at God; how He fashioned Creation
He furnished a globe with no form or foundation.
The balance of nature in a six-day construction!?
I marvel indeed; That's from 'odd' to 'perfection'!
I marvel at God for His Gift to each Nation.
Despite our weakness to the evil Seduction
He sent us His Son, who granted Salvation.
I marvel indeed; Here's an 'Ode To Perfection'!
I marvel at God that He gave us 'decision'
Some call it 'free will', no God-intervention.
Few have the wisdom to choose the God-option.
I marvel indeed; must be 'owed to perfection'!
I marvel at God for the Worded Prediction.
Within this Good Book lies the Sacred Solution.
But many still doubt and lack predilection???
I marvel indeed; ......I am 'awed to perfection'!!!
So remember my God and remember The Lord.
Agnostics and Atheists you're welcome aboard.
We broke the First Rule and severed The Cord...
Which bound us to Nature - and also to God.
We purchased a God-wrath we could not afford.
Now suffering and pain in abundance is stored.
Why do you lay blame at the Feet of my God?
The fault was all yours, and your judgement was flawed.
You did not heed warning as you gnawed at that gourd.
You craved for more knowledge - instructions ignored.
That serpent was wily but did not defraud,
We did not drop dead ...but we'll die! That's assured!!
We ate of that Fruit - and now we're like 'god'!
That 'knowledge of evil'? .....our dreaded reward!
Some poems I can’t comprehend
I struggle reading to the end
Flaunting a complex word
Its usage quite absurd
No comments not e’en from a friend!
I love learning new words on soup but get frustrated when I see poems peppered with long words, especially when trying to force rhyming and the words don't make any sense at all in context to the subject!
PLEASE SOUP ME ME YOUR POEM AND I'LL ADD IT TO THE POEM
Those pompous poets totally bore us
With clever words like 'radiciflorous'
But what you should know
Those words they borrow
From the pages of Roget's Thesaurus
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Ben gobbled a dictionary whole
and verbal diarrhoea took its toll
Now he's spewing words
flowing like loose turds
I hope he’ll regain vowel control!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON - INSPIRED BY LIN'S POEM!
These wordy poems they are making
I find discombobulating
The syllable count
Continues to mount
As their egos are greatly inflating.
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
Jake ate the whole encyclopedia
Then it was covered by the news media
An instant wordsmith
But it was a big myth
Now he’s in a state of Acedia
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
There was a poet on here called Fred Flynn
Composed a verse about scabies and gin
Was poem of the day
To everyone's dismay
It should have gone in 'soups' recycle bin.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
A pompous poet always thinks he's right
And stays up making rude comments all night
With rude words that spit and spew
The idiot has no clue
That all of His poems need a rewrite
WRITTEN BY TANIA KITCHIN
I've got a good word but wait let me see
Possibly change two syllables to three
Your big pompous ass
Craps sweet sassafras
Insults disguised as complimentary
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
KEEP IT SIMPLE
Using words with hidden meanings
is for those with intellectual leanings
Poems that are complicated
are strictly over-rated
Give me a poem with simple gleanings.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 12/31/2018 “All Rights Reserved”
12/29/18
Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his
Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above
these highest places
where power reigns
crushing down
in white
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history"
squeezing
draining the meaning
out of good intention
Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
The future
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Differences
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath
tracing
tearing
a cross marking
the surface
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women
up for "grabs"
The women
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist
stops squeezing her ****
before slapping
lips against her
drooling over her
in her ear
whispering
something sweet
like
"Honey
you're mine"
What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
their dolls
their toys
smiling
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone
Equality
carved out in flesh
fresh cadavers
swept under the rug
serving their purpose
Gravestones weeping
as grass grows quiety around the edges
The memory
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully
the stars
and stripes
stripped of the value they once held
when they stiched us all together
and brought so many strangers home
How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege
held so high in esteem
like our stars
and stripes
teetering, unraveling
the threads shaking
as if stripped naked
and forced to wave
above that Capitol Hill
pivotal
and still
unchanging
unmoved
Our Lady
liberty
holds a tattered gown
The sky is a mass field of common wealth
Air,light and water yields of common wealth
Along and across,the lines drawn on the political map
Like nerves running over the body
Bounding the water resources as mile stones
Separated the hearts not the soil
Unrest, tearing the unity and peace,piece by piece
The idea of inventing bottles
Made drinking water a marketing commodity
Water is the champion in some own camps
Water is a weapon in the agenda of the world war,the last
Polluting environment inch by inch
Money making minds,burning oil in sleepless nights
To discover a vial to make "inhaling fresh air" a commercial commodity
There stands greed as a dividing wall of common wealth
In between rich and poor
Rich is right and poor is left!
Up setting the order of common wealth sharing and caring
Great not greed,greet not greed,slogan is fake!
The spider spins it's own web for it to run
Anger,jealous and affection a World Wide Web
People unaware the tool of love to cut it to get out
Love and affection got out of hearts and hiding in the armpits
Where,Where is peace?
True,the foundation of commonwealth is strong as the Great Wall
"Breaking the Earth of one fourth
Bringing people of one third
Briefing the heads in good word
Business become,commonwealth"
This "mantra" is not answering the burning issues
If meeting is the answer,that's to meet the peace not people
It is a waste of time and money otherwise
"It is like going to the toilet,
There is a sitting,then there is a report and matter is dropped"
A veteran Lankan parliamentarian as revealed
Out of fifty three seats of Commonwealth
Find the fifty fourth one
Let peace sit down on fifty fourth seat
Let it the pivot of searching peace
Pick up all pieces of peace
Past it on the wall of CHOGM
It is greater than the Chinese Great Wall,very strong!
Resolve,peace!
Dissolve finding peace!!
(This poem is on the 23rd the CHOGM-Commonwealth Heads of Govt. Meeting-
taking place in Sri Lanka from 15th to 17th November 2013)
When she smiles the whole world lights up for her smile brightens up the world
when she is around all those around her has a brighter day for she is a very
wonderful person.My mother could make anyone think when she was around
them for she always would listen to anything they ha to say for she never new a
stranger.Those who needed help knew they could turn to my mother for the help
they needed for she was always there even in hard times and good times she
was always there.When she needed help all came to her side to help for they
knew she was there for them and now when she needed someone they could
return the favor.Her smile was always very bright and full of life and always warm
she could turn the worst day into a good one no matter what it took.All those who
knew her always had a good word for my mother they never sad bad things about
her or my father and when they came around they always minded there manors
and was always very polite they always said mam and yes mam and no mam
they always had good and kind words for my mother and my father for that is
what my folks showed them.The wait my mother smiled made you want to smile
yourself for it was one of them smiles you could not look at and smile yourself.
For it was warm and so full of life and all those who seen her wanted to smile
with her she was a very warm and loving person. when you read this i hope it
shows you that no one on earth can go without a smile so when you meet people
on the road of life give them a smile and show them that no matter what everyone
needs to smile.So always wear a smile on your face for like they say a smile a
day keeps the Doctor away plus keep smiling for it makes the boss wonder what
you are up to.When you go through life with a frown and all that no one wants to
be around you for they know you are a sour puss and they want no part of you.
I will start with a word
Not knowing where it will take me
"inconsistencies"
No never mind
Forget that word
Oh **** I can't think of a word
What kind of a poet am I?
I'll sit here and scratch my head
Until the blood comes
Hoping it will flow with inspiration
Fortunately my nails aren't sharp
But apparently neither is my mind
I feel like I am wielding a stick instead of a sharp sword
So with my stick I will poke you
Like you are a bear
Perhaps I can get your attention
Why do I want your attention?
Honestly I don't have a clue
I guess I have always been a bit clueless
It seems to work for me in some odd way
My friend tells me she marches to the beat of her own accordion
I think I'll stick with drums because I'm a bit tone deaf
I guess that is one of my own inconsistencies
There it is I'm back to that word
I guess it's not such a bad word after all
Maybe I should have given it more thought
"Maybe"
Now there's an interesting word
Maybe I should quit while I'm behind
I really like the view from back here
Let everyone else quit while their ahead
I can still see them so in the end did they really get that far
What exactly did they want?
I have never really wanted what they want
Wanting sometime hurts
Who needs hurting
It's not to say that I don't want
I just want differently
I want in a quieter way
And to be honest
That's just the way I like it
"Besides"
Another good word
I think I'm going to go in another direction
The road less traveled
Not the road not traveled
After all I do enjoy company from time to time
Even if you
Whoever "you" are might think I'm crazy
After all we're likely to be on different roads anyway
I think in the end
If it is the end
I think
That it should be could be fun!
"fun" another good word.
This was weird and fun!
For John Lawless's "Don't fight it write it contest.
...It wasn’t easy living out on her own,
she was young and she made her mistakes,
went to night school to learn to cut hair,
and in the daytimes tables she did wait.
At twenty years old she was a stylist,
building up a good list of regulars,
was making more money, doing all right
as her customers spread the good word.
Things were going smoothly, she had moved on,
when one evening she went to her jeep,
and standing by it with a knife in hand
was a strung-out junkie, a real creep.
He looked desperate, his eyes bloodshot red,
it had been some time since his last fix,
said,”Just drop the purse and you can go home,
you won’t like it if I have to us this.
Lucinda just reaching inside that same purse,
drew her gun and pointed it at his chest.
The tweaker’s eyes went wide with true terror,
quickly came the junkie’s panicked breaths.
Said Lucy,”Now, I know you’re gonna run,
but if you don’t, and make a move towards me,
I will shoot you dead, so best ask yourself
if you’re better off risking the police?”
Just as she said, the tweaker ran off,
Lucinda turned and walked back through the door,
Iiformed the cops, who caught the addict
when he tried to hold up a liquor store.
She though back upon he mother’s hard words,
how a pistol would turn her harsh and cruel…
thinking the weapons was the whole problem,
and not the person using the tool.
She’d just pulled a gun to save her own life,
she still had no desire to go slay,
in good hands the gun had worked a good end,
convincing the damn thug to run away.
But she had learned something from her mother,
it did no good keeping everything within,
she started to teach Concealed Carry classes,
so that other souls would not fall victim.