Long Imposition Poems
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“Wind Song”
When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them
all their
flotsam and jetsam
leaves ferrying Black Ravens carried on
Brook babbling
listened to the birds scrabbling
singing -
“I am the one!"
"I am the one!”
Fed them bread and thanksgiving
Fat and feathered their over fed pride sung
Red Robin turned with the Wind,
flew red currents away from the Aviary in full swing
Spreading wings, riding on their Wind Song
She sings She sings
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
"Home is where your story begins."- Unknown
1. Levy
impose (a tax, fee, or fine).
"a tax of two per cent was levied on all cargoes"
synonyms: impose, charge, exact, demand, raise, collect, gather; More
archaic
enlist (someone) for military service.
"he sought to levy one man from each vill for service"
noun
an act of levying a tax, fee, or fine.
"police forces receive 49 per cent of their funding via a levy on the rates"
synonyms: tax, tariff, toll, excise, duty, fee, imposition, impost, exaction, assessment, tithe, payment; More
historical
an act of enlisting troops.
"Edward I and Edward II had made substantial use of the feudal levy for raising an army"
2. Levee
an embankment built to prevent the overflow of a river.
a ridge of sediment deposited naturally alongside a river by overflowing water.
a landing place; a quay.
These, cacophony that beggars descriptions
Disorder from indecent breed incubating,
Confusion of morals, the imposition of strange culture,
Filthily dressed to undress my mind,
Our teacher teaching theories of writs and wits
These promiscuous pastors parading piety with nudity
Lewd licentious and libidinous species luring laurels with drama,
These traditional priests tutoring the innocent as the skilled orthodox guru
Folly forming and fuming fire on the podium of cerebral
These gangs of immoral breeds hovering over men with enthusiasm
The sick physician administering drugs on the ignorant,
These,
A coup against Coleridge,
Wired Wordsworth,
Barron as Blakes
Shapeless Shakespeare,
With excessive deluxe paint like a red zone hawker,
These fashions clogging the pump of poetic flow
With the garbs of a seductress
Allays my feet to the "gutter-most" pit of whores
These, who feigned folly as fashion forcing Mr Flesh, to a quickie,
Teach me the lyric and lines and morals too
Inspire my curious heart in poetry and NOT the contours of shapeless show
Evoke in me a desire and arouse my intellect and NOT to lust
Induce me with scintillating lyrics and NOT to the nightmare and dreams of a succubus
Tempt my heart to scholastic loyalty and NOT to the apple of Eden
Conjure the parley of mutated minds with words
Come again to the conference in art and rags of skilled minds
I adjure you, be Natural
Oh please for the sake (and sock e)
of brethren deemed friendly, i be
see-ch ye with genuine humility
to desist launching nuclear missiles.
This American bloke put his lock,
stock and barrel of gunmetal faith
in mister Dennis Rodman to serve
as a figurative lightning rod against
any aggressive actions that would
set in motion the end of civilization.
Not only would the majority of homo
sapiens (yes, some clusters of earth-
linked yahoos might still remain a
live) suffer a nasty, short and brutish
death, but also other flora and fauna
could be equally annihilated. Under
stand able, those grievances against
sanctions against the populace of north
Koreans (who most likely experience
unfair hardship) fuels resentment against
the hegemony of western powers. Many
of these societies authoritatively bran
dish their devout pledge for concurrence
with democratic principles. Any endemic
protestations declaiming objection to
the American way affect an immediate
alarm. Imposition of so called "puppet"
regimes get forcibly installed those
countries leaders who run counter to
capitalistic productivity. This one anon
a muss citizen of those fifty states also
takes umbrage how might of american
to predominate and demand that other
nations follow suit solely based on what
agrees with those like minded in power
sans the brotherhood/sisterhood of vast
swaths of the global population. No
great expectations (by dickens) to affect
passionate sentiments per those pea
poles somewhat hermetically sealed
off and separated (viz - by the demilitarized
zone) from the billions of other human
beings. Thy sole missive from one older
mwm dreads locked linkedin catastrophic
chain reaction of events once atomic war
fare triggered by the disgruntlement over
some differences in outlook could possibly
resolved via "active listening" and access
to exchange a word of reconciliation. As
one flawed chap prone to his own bouts
of anger, he attests that more positive plea
sing results can prevails with the treat of
world war three diffused in a manner that
plays less havoc once unleashing of weapons
of mass destruction occurs!
Form:
Our Revolution sought limitations
On imposition of regulations,
But supplications met deprecation
And castigations not reformation.
Such condescension sparked protestation
And contemplation of separation;
This supposition stirred apprehension -
A premonition of confrontation.
But, declamations and remonstrations
Spurred agitation toward Declaration,
While provocations and deprivations
Steeled resolution for liberation.
War's prosecution, through execution,
Forged dedication for recognition;
Its culmination brought dissolution
And vindication for aspirations.
While extrication brought satisfaction
States' acclamations lacked definition.
This Federation showed imperfections;
Low validation forced redirection.
Deft composition penned Constitution;
Strong propositions scored affirmation.
Hence, generations find inspiration
And preservation their obligation.
-------------------------
Tell all the people yet to come
Democracy is what we chose;
Their mission's goal: protect it from
All foreign and domestic foes.
In the deep silence of my thoughts, where ideas float like leaves on a silver lake,
I feel my political opinions dancing on the edge of a dream of anarchy,
Not the anarchy of men with bombs and faces hidden in shadows, but that pure freedom,
Where control melts like snow under the spring sun, a place without chains and commands.
I wonder, in this stream of consciousness that flows like an endless river,
Why man dares to be master over other men, an unnatural mission,
For there is no job more unsuitable than to lead, to dictate,
And not one in a million has the grace for it, and even fewer those who ardently seek power.
I see how the desire for control rises like a storm over the fragile plains of the soul,
And how those who crave golden thrones are often the least suited to occupy them,
For true power is not measured in commands, but in the silent understanding of freedom,
In that anarchy of the heart where each finds their path without treading on the steps of others.
In this imagined world, where control vanishes like smoke in the clear morning,
People find their place not through imposition, but through the natural communion of spirits,
A symphony of souls singing together without a conductor, in cosmic harmony,
Where no one is master over another, but each is master of themselves, in a dance of freedom.
And perhaps one day, when the chains of control crumble under the weight of their own futility,
We will see how the world transforms into a realm of limitless possibilities,
Where each step is guided not by force, but by the inner desire to explore the infinite,
And then, in that blessed anarchy, we will discover our true nature.
(“Contagion III”, 2020, original pen and ink and oil)
Dr Fauci
In the infallible world of cause and effect
Every action has its reaction
And to every sane person
Beyond the age of about ten
This is simply a given.
What is less clear is when, how and where
These reactions will manifest.
So as time passes and nothing seems to happen
Those responsible, and those effected
Begin to wonder if they ever will.
Enter stage Left, Dr Fauci,
The best thing since sliced bread and mastermind
Of not only gain of function research
But also the official reaction and imposition
To the result of this research gone wrong.
Will Fauci ever face the consequence
Of the hundreds of millions killed by his virus,
And even greater numbers killed by the vax?
Not likely in this life, but surely Hell awaits,
Ever patient, ever present, at the very bottom.
(8/23/25)
Same fight everywhere
Everyone want to be
Free from something
Our freedom differs
Yet could be connected
To one root
That root that promised
Us the sources
We hope it the provider
Of all we deserve
It sad how deeply
It just but an illusion
Of just an ordinary
Control
Same fight everywhere
Everyone freedom differs
Yet it source speaks same
Root
The root that brings freedom
The root we thinks
Could be our redemption
The root we was thought of
And that is sad
Cos we never find it out
Our self
So I wonder how another
Mans imposition could
Makes you a total free person
Same fight everywhere
Some fight for freedom Is
Brutal
Some look okay but it pains
Equals brutality
Some looks calm
But more destructive in heart
Our fight everywhere are
Same
As long as you need be free
Freedom is freedom
Is either you have it
Or you live to get one cos it
Same fight everywhere
Neither academic, nor preacher, nor politician, nor judge,
But a writer, with a fetish for the act of creation —
Not to broadcast my thoughts, or to synthesize critiques for others,
But for the vanity of publication, the fleeting pride of being known.
As I set the first word down, the tumult in my mind,
Mirrors that of a crusader, a terrorist, or the rioter with his cleaver—
Yet, I do not wish to add to the endless glut of images,
That leave readers satisfied only with how bad they feel,
Lost in the shadow of things they cannot change.
I leaf through the marrow of atrocities—
I watch as a wave, that had built so majestically,
Breaks upon shallow water—
Reduced to a ripple, powerless and lost by the time it reaches the shore.
And suddenly, a line from Krishnamurti’s discourse seizes my mind:
"Violence is the imposition of what should be on what is."
For violence, like dust clouds, moves through the body—
Shifting, with a fission here, a clamp there—
A twinge in the gut, a mild static in the extremities—
Imperceptibly morphing its shape, texture, and boldness,
Always in motion, always alive.
And in this ecstasy, I can see clearly,
Through the tincture of anxiety,
My thoughts sharp and focused,
Rushing to dash out an eloquent critique,
As if the act of writing might somehow calm the storm within,
Steady the chaos—
That spins a whirlwind underneath my skin.
no scrap of wrestle left inside and the battle remains
the same each morning in and all night out of peace
rock bottom ground control on empty remote chance
that this too shall pass in lost resolve of moving on
getting out of bed leaves a struggle
pajamas drenched in sweat and tears of vacant promises
bottom with deep sores of apathy and motionless arrest
tied to inertia and its evil stagnant imposition on a ghost
in search of anything worthwhile to rescue from the bones
brushing teeth a swedge too hard to heed
darkness leaves a forlorn trace of self-negating shadows
curtains drawn at the interface of death apart from living
random rays of sunlight blind weary eyes that saw enough
contrast of mangy soullessness with manic delirious craze
one more thought too much to bear
the heroine can’t lick her oozing wounds at risk of drowning
ear drums burst from constant onslaught of crescendo’s call
the double bladed tongue of reason scrapes lips and excoriation
and yet reception is on auto pilot and the dial of feeling stuck
emotion hurts any sensation on repeat
multiple voices offer an affray of inconsequential shouting
accuse betray condense deceive reflect guilt anger angst and shame
who would not admire the brave courage to brace the screaming pain
to endure and tolerate the injustices abuse neglect and evil spiral
while the clasp of nothingness prevails
just then he gently wipes her brow and plants a tender patient kiss
one gesture of love contains more compassion than a hundred words
and quietly they suffer together the difference kindness can make
the greatest struggles never see the light of public dispensation
and she replies in whispers I love you too my dear friend
08th March 2021
December 8 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Hebrews 9-10
Key Verse– Hebrews 9:14 How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CONSCIENCE PURGER
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your doctrines in Your sanctuary
Thank You for Your ordaining covenant accomplishing Your will for Your glory
Along Your guidance with Your blood-washed Gospel story
Upon Your acceptable sacrifice offered with faith’s victory.
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your ordinance-imposition
Thank You for Your building-up redemption and sanctification
Along Your mediation with Your testament’s illumination
Upon Your lawful precepts’ instruction and direction.
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your influence-light
Thank You for Your soul-purifying power of character transformation-might
Along Your holiness propelling me to do what is right
Upon Your ready help that reaches down to me for service-height.
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your perfecting goodness
Thank You for Your offered sacrifice of humility’s graciousness
Along Your will of divine pleasure’s gentleness
Upon Your wondrous resurrection showing Your greatness.
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your daily ministering
Thank You for Your compassionate hands’ nurturing
Along Your forgiveness for my confessed murmuring
Upon Your tender mercy enabling my consecration’s rearing.
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your full assurance
Thank You for Your faithful promise of strengthening endurance
Along Your love’s exhortation with Your ready deliverance
Upon Your truth’s judgment and patient forbearance.
Lord God, You are my conscience Purger by Your well-meaning recompense
Thank You for Your teaching wisdom against doubt and pretense
Along Your Scriptures instructing me toward labour’s diligence
Upon Your precepts shielding my heart with principled defense.
December 8, 2023