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In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.
God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.
God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.
History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.
The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.
The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.
That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.
God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.
*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:)
In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.
With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows inspects his reflection
Cracks his fingers and neck
And exclaims ‘What the heck!’
When he drinks has no sense of direction.
He’s allergic to pollen and sneezes
Throwing up at the smell of blue cheeses
Hair extensions he wears
When it’s windy he swears
Swallows tablets in fear of diseases.
He invents and tells lies for no reason
Any week any month any season
Does it all with a smirk
(Yes, that’s also a quirk!)
In a cell he could end for high treason!
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For the Contest “Quirks”
Hosted by Madison Demetros
© 9th February 2018
No one lives in a democracy opening word lie
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves
unto a taxpaying system none the less true
Graded by our salary in class distinction fact
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks
Hidden from view by corruption shady characters
our role models to carry into the future light
Power generates a hungry source unyielding
That lusts with the endless need for more
constantly envying others happiness
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies
They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells
under high treason against the state and her children
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods
Trickles of joy sliver down ruby candy apple traces
Slope innocent cheeks and naive exuberant faces
Round in circles and up and down goes the delight
Spinning laughter and giggling all through the night
Tinker bells chime on feathered dreams and foot hold
Letting go off the reigns Lucy has become rather bold
The carousel has come into town with glitter and joy
A belly full of swirling and the horse is not from Troy
One year of waiting is over and the party proceeds
Smiles all around is what the whole planet needs
Adults don’t know a thing about life in sweet bubbles
If they did it would be safer and fewer in troubles
Dad is through with being an adult and hops aboard
Grabs the stallion’s mane and soon receives his reward
Circus fairground rollercoaster and rotating motion
Combine into yearning poured from a pot of love potion
Why do we refuse to learn from our wondrous offspring
Who drift on meaningful dreams on tender fairy angel wings
Call it back to basics sustainability or overdue rejuvenation
Join the club and hail our children who deserve our ovation
Meanwhile most pleasant dizziness has reached the crowd
Who abandon masters of gloom and for once have allowed
Emotions to win over hard feelings and misguided reason
At the next election I’ll vote for a child at risk of high treason
No more wars unicorn in place of tanks and fanciful dress
Everything to untangle the shreds of global and personal mess
Kids simply know better to enjoy so much infinite beauty
Sweeten blows whereas grownups seek plunder and booty
Circles have no sharp edges and spheres are hard to eclipse
Taking nipper’s advice after all might prevent the apocalypse
A jester who removes puppeteer strings unleashes true stride
And only a fool would choose not to hop onto one more ride
22nd March 2020
London’s Guildhall, John Lilburne is frogmarched in
A man Cromwell considered a friend,
To stand before him accused of high treason
His actions against parliament to defend
As radical leader of the ‘Levellers’
John opposed Parliament fervently,
With his clandestine printing network
Speaking out of its tyranny;
Power, John Lilburne argued
Belonged with the common man,
His pamphlet ‘Agreement of the People’
Defined how, in the ‘Levellers Plan’.
In ‘England’s New Chains Discovered’
He urged soldiers and citizens, ‘unite-
Reject the rule of the Grandees!’
He was arrested and charged with mutinous incite.
Cromwell brought him to the Guildhall
Amid the strictest security
Troubled his trial would cause civil unrest,
Such was John’s popularity
Although eventually acquitted and exiled
He lived the rest of his life a marked man,
And our constitution, today, owes its birth
To the ideals of his ‘Levellers Plan’.
A TWICE REFORMED CLOWN
There is an eerie silence,
In the Big Top,
Not a sound is heard,
A heart beat could stop,
A hush envelops one,
And all,
Only the Ringmaster,
Whistles a call.
Suddenly with splendor,
And gust,
In burst the entertainers,
With such lust,
Everyone’s in the mood
For laughter,
But is the clown that
Comes in just after?
A dwarf 1.25m waltzes in,
The mirth and merriment
Immediately begin,
The children line all
The front row,
One stretches his hand,
To unleash the clown’s bow.
The clowns face contorts
Into many a way,
He’s paid to make the audience,
Want to stay,
His face is painted so as to
Look permanently funny,
But the tears trickle down.
And his nose is runny.
He’s a little man
Who was born for a reason
He escaped from jail,
Had been judged
For a crime of high treason,
He exists in the confines,
Of an old caravan,
And cooks his meals
In a second hand pan!
With the Circus he
Anonymously lives,
And travels wherever
They go,
And gives the children
A wonderful show!
People stare, laugh and say,
There he goes.
Who wants to employ
A deformed,
Little man,
With no education,
Who drives an old van?
But this circus did, and
Reformed his life,
He no longer has that,
Heart aching strife
Those ugly comments
Made outside,
In the circus arena, it was
Good, no need to hide!
Life is cruel, he’s learnt,
The hard way,
He is here to stay!
Maybe somewhere in a world that‘s,
That’s quite mad,
Someone will notice a deformed,
Dwarf, that’s sad.
Immediately the clown is rewarded,
For in that first row,
He sees the child,
Who unleashed his bow,
And the love that he sees,
In that little child’s face,
Makes up for the errors of,
The whole human race!
The tears now all vanish,
The laughter is real,
He has a friend,
The child’s heart did he steal,
And maybe tomorrow,
Another will come,
And sit in the front row,
With his father and mom.
The message I send said the,
Clown that reformed,
Forgive and forget that
You are deformed,
You’ll be rewarded,
How I don’t know,
But when it does happen,
You’ll have more friends,
Than foe!
There are those who question
The reality of a God who knows us
One who smiles down on our confession
That the sin we might not discuss
Is still a dark and dreadful transgression
There are those who doubt
The need for His mercy and grace
They don’t know what it’s all about
Wanting for the Savior we embrace
Needing a redeemer to seek out
There are those who don’t understand
The meaning of God’s absolution
Refusing to listen to God’s command
To repent and believe the solution
The One sitting at God’s right hand
There are those who look for a reason
God’s motive for giving His pardon
Believing this to be like high treason
Following the occurrence in the garden
When sin came to us in due season
There are those who don’t want to believe
In spite of the truth – Jesus saves
They don’t seem to know how to receive
Through faith that doesn’t end at graves
But follows us to an eternity we’ll never leave
There are those who won’t enter paradise
With the hope that comes to hearts who know
God is alive inside because He paid the price
The highest price we could not pay, buy or borrow
He loved us all so much He became the sacrifice
I believe in Jesus Christ
Whose great sacrifice sufficed
Because of His gift, His life
We can live again without strife
Because of His light, His love
We can someday live up above
Because of His grace, His loss
We can bring it all to the cross!
God bless you with a new life!
New year's day 2021
Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.
Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason
to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake or asleep,
thus Matthew Scott Harris utters nary a peep.
as he doth vigilantly creep
along the information superhighway
hooping to sow (sew) what he didst reap
re:pair so I can strut (wool ewe bull eve)
like a Mummer wannabe counting sheep
while he does sleep.
E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively
(furnished, generated, and
instituted his holy mojo)
introducing Gregorian calendar
approximately four hundred
thirty nine years ago
chroniclers of time - mostly
religious Norwegian farming bachelors
casually referred to brethren as bro
ejaculated (sometimes premature) invocations,
which echoed across
Lake Wobegon, said incantations
devout followers among populace
did likewise parrot and crow
generation after generation
whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic
monk native to Burma
stoked one after another ego
artificial construct did ebb and flow
amazingly enough maintaining accuracy
with marginal probability of error
precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...
would only tolerate absolute zero
variation regarding prediction
of weeks, months, years...
as sophistication of civilization did grow
allowing, enabling, and providing
jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho
could make his round the world wide web
timely trek linkedin with timepiece
assembled with B Corporation approval.
certification of "social and
environmental performance"
a private certification of for-profit companies,
distinct from legal designation
as Benefit corporation.
The above plug an unsolicited commentary
regarding San Francisco, California
based eco friendly and socially conscious company
and recent employer of eldest daughter,
an engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.
Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her young life she'd pay
In a country that was in deep turmoil and had lost its way.
She was a young teenager in nineteen thirty three
When a new leader offering hope, emerged in Germany
Adolf Hitler was an Austrian, who came to power
And for many it was the start of their darkest hour.
To unite the German people the Nazis held rallies
In some of the larger towns and all the big cities
But something dark and sinister was taking place
The evil Nazis were plotting to create a master race.
All the youth were encouraged to join an organisation
Hitler youth they were known all over the nation
Sophie and her brother together, with some of their friends
Turned their backs on the movement and vowed to make amends.
Word was getting around about death camps and persecution
Together they decided to form, a small non violent organisation
Known as the 'White Rose' who urged the people to renounce Hitler
They handed out leaflets telling the truth, about the Nazis slaughter.
One day at Munich University where Sophie studied as a student
She was seen distributing leaflets on what Nazi ideology meant
A janitor intervened and confronted her, and wouldn't let her go
She was arrested and then handed over to the notorious Gestapo.
They interrogated her to find out, who her accomplices were
But she wouldn't give them their names, as they tortured her
They charged her with high treason and sentenced her to death
To die by the guillotine and the date of execution was set.
They executed twenty one year old Sophie for making a stand
And they had accused her of being a traitor, to the fatherland
They eventually captured the others, five of them in all
And they too walked to their deaths standing proud and tall.
It’s people like Sophie who want to make the world a better place
And not supporting some twisted ideology like a master race
The Nazis were eventually defeated and their leaders tried
But not before Sophie and millions of other innocents had died.
Written 15th May 2021.