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I have yearned to breathe new air,
explore new worlds and new suns that shined;
I have longed for eyes with the spark of trust
inciting me and giving a name to a flower that bloomed;
have I found any of these: is it love or lust?
Am I looking for someone to cuddle
gentler than an adorable teddy bear
and fall asleep holding a double?
Can an ambitious dreamer live free,
get rid of his dreams and ride on clouds,
not knowing where they'll take him?
Can an ambitious dreamer give up everything
when that woman comes along and imprisons him,
and he can't find a way to flee,
or hide inside fast-moving crowds?
I have felt a longing for freedom,
not to hold arms and kiss lips;
it's something bigger than yearning...
turning into that eagle fearless of winds
and aware of dangers searching for another sky,
to discover where the Seventh Heaven is
and allow this repentant sinner to hum
hymns with angels while tears multiply!
Can an ambitious dreamer
do what he has never done
and conquer his worst fear?
Can an ambitious dreamer
get by without any aspiration
and nullify what kept him afloat
in rising water relying on faith alone?
His testament attests he was mocked a lot
for his unrealistic ideas, but he won:
kneeling down and praising Heaven!
Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
Our Dreams from Times Before
Dreams that come to us from times before,
Oft tease our minds inciting images galore.
Speaking to us psyche-deep, in our deep-sleep,
They nudge us gently to take that ethereal leap!
Dreams may surely incite past emotions very sad,
Causing us wicked thoughts that are mad and bad!
These dreams may also bring us even to Heaven’s gate,
Ensuring we see what glorious images there so await!
Angels may come to us in our dreams from times before,
Telling us of God’s love as our souls seeketh His door.
Our souls shall find an eternity-true beyond God’s door;
What a wonder awaits us in our dreams from times before!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 14, 2018 (Couplet)
This is a sacred and vibrant site of people clustering.
Inferable from the amazement and awe, it is invigorating.
Is this asylum of genuine warmth and enthusiasm inciting?
There is a sturdy feeling of community at the PS meeting.
As though we were biologically related were keening.
As it were, blood has defined us all, allowing for sharing.
Notwithstanding kinfolk in the profound wing calling.
They merely say we're the best people, all overexciting.
We barely support each other when life rattles us, curving.
And when hardship looms ahead, same as desert heating.
A refreshing summer downpour, that's what we are being.
My plush little Starflyer at pause in her play.
Your doorway to happiness a glance.
A spirit to conquer your independence.
A start, if there ever a chance.
The tote bag you carry
drawn on by it's swings.
The loads that you carry
in briefs and your things.
Excitement ahead.
Your joy bubbling out.
The workout you crave
and spirit on rout.
A time for occasion.
Your remedy now.
A hope for it's future
inciting your vow.
A place to remember.
Your time to move on.
A current behind you
left back till your gone.
Come home for the evening.
Exerting your force.
Spontaneous feelings
as time runs it's course.
The love you have family.
An evening of faith.
The night moving on
to morning and wraith.
Another new day.
You leave to your own.
Your memories left
with the ones you have sown.
Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - inciting appetite.
Her tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
Entreating you to take your fill, she whispers in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
As you imbibe her and consume her,
your feeding frenzy peaks
when she offers from her fingers- sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie upon your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
she slides her body carefully off yours,
slips back into her gossamer gown,
hastens on tiptoes to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
steps into the blackness of the night.
You'll waken and want to feast again
but find that she has parted.
(to banquets such as hers,
one rarely is invited more than once).
And so you'll live and love,
knowing that you can never resume -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess
who takes from men again. . . and again
But the nourishment that she requires
must always be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains her.
A Revised Oldie for the Heart of Seduction Poetry Contest of Justin Bordner
In the spring mist of renewal when life bursts free
And the gentle mother, patient in her earthly stillness offers a tree
Jutting from the velvety lush ground spawning its sleepy dormancy
The sweet summer stickiness of drooling kindling heat
Nuzzles the budding sapling to adorn it in blanket of wheat
As it pokes its head above this golden place thwarting its infancy
Then the willful winds of autumn blow headstrong to havoc its home
Urging tiny trunks to bend like the supple change within a poem
Burdening youthful branches inciting its malleable vitality
And bearing the tides of winters cold and frost
No longer a seedling it peeks above the snow covered moss
Raising itself like phantoms in the midst of vacancy
So soon the seasons change a legion times more
The song of Spring sings, the warmth of Summer adorns,
The altruistic Autumn falls in peace and Winter hibernates its clarity
In it ripened state of perfect persuasion full blown
A Titan Tree has found its sacred mountain home
As struggle has pledged its successor to its destiny
The seasons of life bring us to the wisdom we learn and share
The love of strife and the courage it bears
Is the lesson of our hearts purity
The Sapling is simply to be set free
Released in its yearning and passion to "be"
To cast its shadow over you and I immaculately
July 9, 2019
Tri-Con Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
We are quarreling over a graveyard of great ideas
Wandering under skies filled with flying political spears
Ideas are rotting under the soils dug by the unscrupulous
We buried our true identity and our mourning is pretentious
The commoners with good intentions are called riffraffs
The undereducated with concerns are labeled bellyachers
The elite have a sense of entitlement that exceeds their competency
The clergy have cloaks covering hands reaching out for the treasury
When Jesus tells us to pray in private, that’s when we fill up stadiums
Or that “Lord! Lord!” won’t get us to heaven, we still climb the podiums
Our inaction disguised as faith and oblivious to the endowment of freewill
We are blind to nature's blessings and God’s delegation of power for us to realise his earthly will
Amidst the vastness of our resources, blossoms a narrowness of minds
If challenges delay our goals, a compromise sprouts, as success gets undermined
Our failures don’t roll up our sleeves for more efforts but for belligerence
Our tongues have become viperous easily inciting division and violence
We are guilty of killing the messengers
We have silenced voices that threaten our favours and status
We prefer fellow tribesmen and forego what statesmanship seeks
Distrusting progress of shared thought and embracing the selfishness of cliques
More deceit continue to deface our identity
Take heed of the manipulation of verities
Individualism is not selfishness
Patriotism is not self-praise
Salvation is not prosperity
Electability is not authority
Our leaders are just a reflection of society
Changing the mirror won’t cure their corruptibility
Could we ignore those heroes and heroines,
who fought for freedom and gave us many choices?
Every country has them and their valor we should revere!
I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare!
More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet,
and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword...
even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so!
O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace?
How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness,
if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice?
All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise!
I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice!
O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased?
Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised!
Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound,
bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?