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While relaxing in a city park,
A conversation could be heard
Between a cat and a squirrel.
It was on a sonny summer day,
Around mid-afternoon,
Late in the month of May.
A cat was sitting under a fruitless
Mulberry tree, looking left, lost, and lonely.
And a squirrel was sitting relaxed in the tree,
Looking fearless, free, and friendly.
The squirrel said to the cat,
"Good afternoon my friend.
How are you on this sonny day?"
The cat wasn't so friendly when
He replied, "Can't you see that I'm
Abandoned, lost, and all alone"?
The squirrel said, "my sight isn't
That great, but I will say this."
"Say what?", said the cat.
Then said the squirrel in the
Friendliest of tone,
"There is a solution to the most
Challenging problems. There is a
Resolution to the gravest prognosis.
Time and consequence Will bring
Resolve and solve our faintest cries".
The cat said thank you to the squirrel,
And they parted company.
Christian Believer Hypocrisy
Kentucky clerk Kim Davis
Use of her religious belief is a mistake most gravest.
While denying same-sex marriage, she is cherry picking the bible
When she grants divorced persons marriage licenses, making her argument not very viable.
Jesus had several times said something about divorce and remarriage. Corinthians 7:10-11 especially applies to Kim Davies who has three divorces and four marriages. Not only is she a hypocrite, she is using religion to promulgate hate. Oh yes, I think Jesus said something about "loving your neighbor" that seems lost on christian conservatives.
During a tour in this island nation,
a Maori guide was seeking a nomination.
Among our tour he sought out a spokesman,
to respond to the chief's words, as a small token.
"Sir, will you represent your touring tribe?"
"Yes," I responded, "for a very large bribe!"
I wanted to know what was required.
Giving a speech was nothing I desired.
"No. There's nothing to it at all.
Just go up there and stand up tall."
As we closed in on the Maori stage,
changes to instructions began to be made.
"Say some words when the chief's talk is done.
It's just a matter of having some fun."
"You must always show a serious face.
Or the chief will put you in your place."
"In your speech, you must show respect.
Or the gravest insult, the chief will suspect."
I was as nervous as one could be.
I seriously considered an option to flee.
"Don't worry too much," the Maori man said.
"I'll give you some cues to ease your dread."
The chief rambled on with his lengthy speech.
Then it was my turn, into the breach.
Nervously, I told the chief about my tribe.
"We're from a cruise ship, traveling far and wide."
I could think of nothing else, just wanted to be gone.
The guide then whispered, "Sing the chief a song."
Again, the Maori guide bent my ear,
"Have your tribe do a song near and dear."
'Take Me Out to the Ball Game' invaded my mind.
Could I get away with that this time?
I asked my tribe to all pitch in.
And we all sang loudly that sporting hymn.
Congratulations were given, a job well done.
Everyone cheered as they had much fun.
I was so glad that things worked out.
Would I do it again? Without a doubt!
I lost my ability to think for myself
As I sat atop the Church of Santa Maria de Idris
Carved into the cliffside while I sat sewn into its ridges
I had spent the former sun’s passage wandering the City of Stones
The hours loosened themselves as I passed beneath canopies of trailing vines
Draped over blanched bricks steeped
In shades of beige-and-brown-and-orange-and-grey
Vestiges of the past worn
Down each wall, each path
Woodwinds whistle and beckon me from the distance
But my anticipation allows no acquittance
I remain doggedly beholden to
The eventual night that promised to keep me alone
I lie in the sky yet remain fastened to the earth
My back chiseled by the jagged rock I chose as my resting place
My head suspended beyond its edge
So that the stars sleep beneath me and the city
Yellowed by the languor of its dim-lit paths
Hangs in the balance of our sweet nothingness
Zig-zagging-every-which-way
Like an I Spy book brought suddenly to life
Can you spot the soul in a world you know possesses none?
I speak of this not with any great anguish
But with a peculiar sense of contentment
One that has itself become the source of my gravest grief
For its mere existence renders mine worthless
I strain to reach into the dimness of memory
I blacken my mind to conjure my darkest fears
I even invite you into my mind
Dressed in every shade of my maladjustment
But none can hold a candle to the sight that lies before me
Along with the sharp ache impressed on my back
For the first time, physicality exceeds my once-thought-bottomless-imagination
And my mind affords me no liberation
Though I have always sought after some chimerical escape
Only here do I realize that such elusion is but another passage through delusion
And not the good kind
The kind that leaves me feeling childish and naive
As though in leaving I had mistaken distance for transcendence
Believing myself to be rising above it all
When all along I had been looking at the whole world upside down
Just like always
Smart people wouldn't trod on the paths she had trodden;
Wise people wouldn't be in the predicaments she always found herself in.
She offers no words of condolences;
Neither any words of repentance;
Not even a word of remorse.
Why would she feel apologetic to anyone;
When the gravest sins she committed to herself?
Why does she live so foolishly?
How pathetic
Nothing phases her;
She is neither perturbed or frightened.
There is nothing to say or explain;
Tell me what the hell has she become?
Soon she will return from underneath her rock;
She will great you with a smile,
And won't even try to hide.
She will forgive herself;
Letting you go like she has let many go before you;
Not with so much tears but maybe a frown on her face;
Just like always.
Just like always she will bury you underneath the many ghosts that haunt her;
And probably the many more she will continue to make.
She will give herself a pet on the back;
Scavenge for any lessons learnt;
Even if the losses outweigh the gains.
But don't be mistaken,
Though the demons seem awfully frightening,
She will carry on forward each and every day,
She won't shut down her doors;
Just like always
The Noble Prize-winning American Physicist Steven Weinberg said,
“Religion is an insult to human dignity. With or without it, you’d have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, it takes religion.”
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate Religion from the
dictionary of humankind—
Man’s most stupendous and
the gravest faux pas!
And, you’ll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood.
Then there won’t be any infidels,
No gentiles, No heathens,
No pagans, No Idol worshipers.
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures
No words of God
No places of pilgrimage
No holy sites, no holy icons,
There won’t be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you
No one to lure you
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation...
And what the hell,
There won’t be any hell!
~Contest: What I believe
~Sponsor: Angela Tune
What smug pseudomorph
inhabits my reflection,
adroitly mimicking my
every manner and expression,
mercilessly mocking me
with flawless simulation?
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive opportunist;
a thieving imitator.
She is a soul-sucking demon
of the gravest degree;
a brazen parasite
feeding on health and ingeny,
pillaging my youth
with savage gleam and glee;
siphoning my precious hollow
of vitality.
Time ticks across my aging face
while our eyes lock in defiance,
and in the end, my spurious friend
will demand my full compliance.
So, with a twinkling eye I wink
at my mirrored facade,
acknowledging this fearsome foe
with a playful nod.
Respectfully reciprocal,
she gestures back to me in kind,
and we part as esteemed enemies,
to my last breath resigned.
Overpowering shadows of yesterday's demons
those influenced by toxic beliefs casting lots uncaring
Bond within faith to uphold the written word correctly
Craftily weaving those caught into error of dogma
Not vigilant against danger in an unwary manner
sentimetalism under physical acts of deep awareness
Unguarded to highlight this gravest deceit shows faceless
Kneeling beneath modernising facts
identifying with dismantling holy literature
this opens a window into the modern world to come
Lifting oneself above God
a foretaste of the anti Christ
leaves an arid taste to souls silenced from speech
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate 'Religion' from
the dictionary of mankind--
Man's stupendous and
gravest faux pas!
And, you'll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood;
There won't then be any infidels,
No gentiles, no heathens,
No pagans, no idol worshipers;
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures,
No words of God,
No places of pilgrimage,
No holy sites, no holy icons;
There won't be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you,
No one to lure you,
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation;
And, what the hell,
There won't be any hell!
"I Can't Breathe" contest by Cyndi MacMillan
I’ve seen enough desperados
like you in my day
daring to dance
perched upon the precipice
burned too many times
flesh charred to the bone
from diving deep into
the same polluted pool
of acid affection
In a world of razorblade romance
and sardonic smiles
sincerity doesn’t stand a chance
of being noticed or acknowledged
Imperfection the gravest sin
A heart such as mine
could never hope to win
I can’t listen to love songs anymore
or I’d never get out of bed
yet they still echo in my head
though my stereo speakers
are silent and I no longer sing
Flinging fallen stars I wished on
out of my window as I watch you
remembering that
some dance to forget