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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
O curse of a century
O Calamity of a century,
Enough thieving of precious human life,
Keen we’re to see thy date of expiry.
As plague ye came, hoary thy history,
Unleashing a terror of gravest strife,
O thou curse of this chequered century.
Ye came as flue not any less deadly,
No withered virus, virulent its jibe,
Nor tamed, nowhere seen its life expiry.
Corona as now creepy and scary,
With mutants of many a varied type,
Messenger O of Death from mortuary,
Thought, year twenty had reigned more than plenty,
‘Las, what followed has dug in more than rife,
O Year Twenty-One, when’s thy expiry?
O Tragedy Smidgeon of great fury,
O Crowned Tsar, thy bite sharper than of knife,
Time's ripe to go, hasten but not slowly,
We’re keen to see thy back, better hurry.
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Villanelle |09.04.2021|
Topic: tragedy, calamity
I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my vicious vitality,
Just a beating heart I am
bleached bright by the balm of calm kisses,
quickened by the kick of Passion's lick, thick on the senses,
I get fattened on fast lust, valves bulging, arteries divulging my truest wishes
drenched I am in cherry jam, as Love's current cracks the dam
the gush and rush, pooling plushly, a sweet span
learn to share I know I can,
Just a beating heart I am
wrenched by the warfare of savage offenses, demonic curses,
a pillar of flame in the face of Hate's hurricane, avenging abuses,
of lies and lynchings I have no use, with a Rebel beat I use no ruses,
for all I've done no sham excuses, totally loyal to my Divine Muses,
I have survived artful assassins and the gravest depressions, felt how anger bemuses,
of others' I have punctured and captured without desire to harm,
and I have been ruptured, fluttered and raptured by the sexiest charm,
I am a beating heart, like you,
wet and red, defying dread, blessed with you, Beauty full fed -
J.A.B.
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
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
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.
She is a matron who possesses strong beliefs
She remained substantial despite the vastness of her griefs
She was so young yet a mother she was to become
Her path filled with obstacles, trying never to forget from where she had come.
As a child all I could see was my Mother, my hero only there for me!
Unknowing of the battles and her story so incomplete.
She held my hand through every storm
She is my refuge on her shoulder is where I mourn
She has been frail from life’s course
She would stroke my hair as her cancer spread, whispering my angel it’s not sore
I would shed my tears for my Hero was wounded so by the human race
Yet she would perpetually cup my face teaching me that we are saved only by grace
Through the years she had taken lashes with fragnet repercussions
She is always open for my questions with patience shell engage in my absurd discussions
My Hero may have been un-movingly strong
But she too has fallen and felt the thrashes of feeling her doings are all wrong
Being a mother is one of the gravest callings of them all
Incessantly our mothers try to make every decree in hopes to always prevent her child’s fall
Children often forget the sacrifices made by a mother, forgotten are their hearts when all we covet are our intrinsic will
Bending over backwards and some, just to see our faces gleam from a windowsill
continued....
Adored sister, dry the warm tears
flowing from these gleaming eyes:
let them dazzle more than jewels:
they are dedicated to all sweet mothers
who live for their sons, unlikely fathers
whose role is to teach them harsh lessons!
Dad was a shameless womanizer, he demanded
faithfulness from mother and discipline from us;
he rarely smiled and hugged us in needy times:
we looked to mom for sweetness, and being loved
by her, transformed our gloomy moody into smiles,
replacing what he never offered, never shared!
Rise this boy from Hell, let him taste a bit of Heaven;
he has cried and begged for affection not punishment:
all the deep scars are permanent signs of negligent
attitude towards a feeble teen with an iron-will holding on
to whatever last strength he shows to boldly own,
he rebels to this injustice while sister consoles his heart!
Boys build up their character passed on by their fathers,
should they lack confidence: all turns to nothingness;
strong fathers are the example of desirable masculinity,
and whatever they accomplish is reflected in their son's
personality: the stronger the impact, the better the legacy!
An adolescent's pain must be seen as the gravest animosity
carried inside, unable to escape from its horrid imprisonment:
who will free him from the desolation, the grief and the misery?
Can a sister, a mother smother it with a glance of comprehension?
A loveless childhood leads to coldness, to extreme confinement:
love your boy more than yourself, give him purpose and ambition!