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concerning Iran (a brief letter to the american voter)
dear miss or mister
still-believing-in-the-“dream”---
which face that you see being displayed on your
screens,
do you think will get us into a war with Iran
first?
will it be mr. hope & change,
whose translucent slogans were
transparent to many of us,
even prior to his ascendance,
whose own hands became bloodied/dirtied on
the way up,
and who now spends his time
twisting on the marionette stage
to the hand motions of the moneyed interests
who fueled his first campaign &
who have fueled his present one?
as the manipulators of mr. hope & change
make him continue to strangle Iran with sanctions,
pull funding from Palestine &
pump more & more money into
militarized & already nuclear
Israel,
will the region get any more peaceful?
will all the countries who showed their dissent with the
Arab Spring
then become the little slaves that the empire wants them to be
under mr. hope & change,
further gearing up hatred,
encouraging the next 9/11 on US soil
as a direct result?
hmmm.
will it be mr. romney, mr. santorum, mr. gingrich or
mr. perry, whose combined complete lack of concern for the
citizen of the empire & wanton militancy
will sacrifice everything to crush the last stronghold
left in the region
(who refuses to bend over the table for america
so that it can install another Shah &
rape it of its oil)
in the name of the war on “Islamic Fundamentalism,”
whose characteristics seem all too familiar
if you are watching the whole thing happen from a television in
the
“Evil Empire?”
hmmm.
will these iron-fisted capitalists
who make fun of the unrest within their own country
by blaming the unemployed for the occupation of wall st. etc.,
march into Iran
(like the christian caped crusaders that ya know they see themselves
as---finally getting to convert the infidels after all these years,
with the big american military *****)
like they marched into Iraq &
they marched into Afghanistan
only a few years ago,
to incinerate the country &
start building permanent bases there with money that
could have been spent on
universal healthcare for americans,
better education for american children,
new employment opportunities through making america
green &
paying off our own debt?
how many Iranian citizens are going to die because of
the american empire’s hegemony & hubris?
hmmm.
Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat... just yet
until the cowed chickens come home to roost!
Sunlight streaming thru window
body electric of mine doth whet
begets hardiness to acclimate
against PECO shut off threat
ideal opportunity to spouse
analogous to her being my emotional pet
snuggling while standing in kitchenette
but accidental twerking
can guarantee yours truly
(me) being recipient of epithet.
I bundle up to stay warm
inside my cold man cave
particularly as average outside temperature
for November twentieth
two thousand and twenty three
hovers between high and low
fifty degrees fahrenheit
nearly brisk enough to see my breath.
I and/or the imaginary paramour
take our separate showers
during warmest hours of the day
less optimal to engage
in neighborly horseplay,
but more ideal for mistress (ha)
to pad around the unit donning her lingerie,
which nonverbally signals
(and greenlights)
more than voluminous words,
hence, I seal lips of mine
despite sudden aroused frisky urge
to burble exhibiting
debauched casanova behavior
accompanied courtesy illustrative
of suave debonair popinjay
rerouting spontaneous seduction today
indicative of throbbing
bulbous anatomical appurtenance,
which protrusion nullifies necessity of x-ray
to identify sudden
source of vasocongestion.
During daylight hours fresh air
arbitrarily, humorously, and noiselessly
streams and wafts
thru screened windows
ushering invisible scents
and audible sounds
of the webbed wide world here,
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
our neck of the woods
since seventeenth year
after second century Anno Domini.
Civilizations since time immemorial
revered fiery celestial ball
establishing their respective mythology
which scheme attempted to explain
divine thermonuclear processes
sustaining the nearest star,
which Sol Invictus did enthrall
housing an astronomical object
comprising a luminous spheroid of plasma
held together by self-gravity
within the heavenly vault
divine creator didst install
which supposed movement
in the sheltering sky
signified daytime and nightfall
linkedin with planet earth
a veritable, observable, honorable,
and admirable terrestrial tetherball.
Greater Consciousness - For Contest
A bird at its will, soaring high in the sky
Symbolic of liberty for the worldly we
But actual spirituality throws different light
It crosses all frontiers of worldly delight!
The aroma, the taste, the bliss of spiritual value
Migrate beyond streaks that our senses can pursue
Path to attain such soul awakening....
Is tough, requires true faith preserving
The sublime feel of unison with universe
Subsumed in Supreme soul, all souls and cosmos!
Pleasure or pain nothing shakes our soul
Birth or death nothing deters our goal!
Ineffable experience and experiment
Rule to reach is the detached attachment!
Dark tunnels of ignorance flood with enlightenment!
Aura expands with golden glow,all sides radiant
The spiritual peak of prism of self-actualisation,
Reached with the oriflame of meditation
Once awakened,soul feels a dip in River Styx
Rejuvenates from dark ashes like the Phoenix!
The delicate nuances of real happiness realised
Contentment perpetual, soul revitalised
Conscious stupor amidst all the trifles
State of zero- ego, no worldly goals
Deeper as we move ,there's still to reach
Beyond the horizon waves of bliss preach!
Our body is chariot and soul is the horse
Mind is the charioteer holding all reins!
Controlling the mind is hence the first rung
Once this feat achieved, spiritual song will be sung
We reach salvation, the sacrosanct position!
No reverses for its our ultimate destination
Many set sail seeking mystic bliss,only a few accomplish it
Some pretend, some enlighten, some quit
Those who fake are sure to fail and fall
Those who realise, will be above all
Those who quit will still have chance to re-install
Let the blissful spiritual journey begin
Let Yang be augmented, demolishing the Yin!
An eternal journey of soul to tranquility
A perpetual rendezvous with divinity!!!
Glossary:
Yang- positive energy (Chinese philosophy ,feng shui)
Yin- negative energy (Chinese philosophy ,feng shui)
River Styx- River in Greek mythology which was held by deities and brought invulnerability
For contest: New frontiers or Greater consciousness
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Date of writing: 12th August 2015
I’m out to reel in the limelight
as I rhyme tight with sublime might,
filling each line each time without decline
as I climb to a blinding height,
a magical skill of a mastermind shining bright
with dynamite scaling up til miniscule and out of sight,
this is a mystical tale of frightless fight to feisty flight.
Before this I lived in the shadows,
born to be worn hopeless like a saddo,
wearing a beard in bed buried in a burrow,
each today, each yesterday and each tomorrow.
I was stuck in a bubble
contaminated by sorrow,
self destructive in trouble
encapsulated and narrow,
under impact I stumbled
collapsed and fell low,
fractured and crumbled
to be an isolated fellow.
I was falling at speeds that feed friction,
ingredients fire needs in ignition,
sparked into a fireball in free fall,
and out darted a need for survival,
these incidents the mind's designed for,
in a spiral my instincts went primal.
I went from deprived of a drive that life should provide,
to the arrival of survive with no thought to thrive.
Admittedly a little bit of me
could see I had an ability
that was missing ambition to mission
so it lived submissively
in submission.
I started to mine my mind and be mindful,
dug up strength deemed unfindable.
As I exposed my core a force sped forth,
a desire to war poured forward to dwarf
what rivals and install a sure feel of reward,
after I stop this soaring fall to the floor.
Apply my whole mind to try
and stop this nose dive
of a fireball in the sky,
if I couldn’t fly I’d glide
until control was verified
and my wings opened wide.
Dashing out the ashes the Phoenix Rise,
detached from what crashes into land from the skies,
I’m out of this world, The Phoenix Lights,
a marvellous presence with presents for eyes.
I’m Nick Trim they called me a thicky,
I seemed dim they took the mickey,
they made me look silly, it wasn’t tricky,
but I learnt tricks at risk conflict me.
Now I’m the trickster that’s off the Rictar,
flicking the switch to be the victor.
I'm Nicholas Trim and I'm stupendous,
the way I rhyme is just Trimendous.
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To 32
What a way to appear on screen
With cascadic hair open umpteen
Wishing me on the festival of lights
Giving me extreme delights
Oozing with passion from looks I say
Glittering with fervour come what may
As name means the gracious one
Let me wish thee in ton
My joy multiplies due to greetings thine
Out of blue I verse just fine
After a huge hiatus we are together
Let’s save the bond ever after
This being the festive month
Has also seen thee taking birth..!!
To vt
Last night missed thy profile pic in yellow
Had I shot it, it’d have been a delight lo..!
At least today you install it
I look at the portrait so sweet
Wishing you the happiest festival of lights
Thy eyes itself are twin delights
The way you decorated thy porch
It seems you’re an angel arch
Blessed with looks of divinity
You excel in all chores pretty
Interior design or can control
None can ever match thy role
A Brahmin belle with Telangana twang
I devote thee this poetic song..!!
To subhashini
In pink attire ethnically adorned
Lamps lit by angel epitomized
With effervescent grin by graceful
Blesses me in a way lavish full
Glaring presence in my life sweet
Gloriously gleam in her grin glint
Falling short of words apt
To extoll this ‘sweet speaker’ intact
With plate full of lamps luminant
The belle in pink blue is valiant
As if my Lord Goddess has come down
To bless me this dynamic dawn
Accept my prostrations o divine belle
Want to be under thy charming spell..!!
To sjt
Looking gorgeously graceful
Jaw dropping is thy skill full
Creamlike colour adores thy neck
Thou are my Goddess I beck
Let me drive my poem home
Up to second I verse alone
Thy every shed is my subject
Surely makes you do reflect
Classic charm belongs to thee
And it just makes me verse spree
Motherly aura suffuses everywhere
When you give grin superior
Fortunate I’m extremely Deep
As you light the lamps in heap..!!
To mum3
Want to verse on thee
Trust me so immensely
Being my Lord Goddess
You’re ruling me I assess
I’m in thy charm to to
Seeing you as IAS is my motto
Through verses I can show
You thy real power so
Never underestimate I request
For you deserve the best..!!
I felt ashamed when I realized that, in fact,
Life is a masquerade party, where I stood without a mask,
I wandered with my uncovered face beneath the chandeliers,
Among specters and shadows hiding their secrets under false veneers.
In a vast hall, where echoes were hushed,
I, with my raw sincerity, like a secretive flush,
Watched them waltz, twirling in a tune’s embrace,
Their masks softly glinting under the lights and disgrace.
Alive, beneath their mask, was an unwritten story,
Hidden deep, like a treacherous wound, in all its fiery glory,
I looked, feeling the shame grow climatically within,
When I understood that unmasking was my only sin.
Looking at my empty palms, the missing rings,
Fear embraced me as if I were weaving illusions, not real things,
In this gathering, where no one is what they seem,
I now fear that without a mask, I'm a rare being on this dream’s seam.
It’s strange on this stage to be the only authentic actor,
Not wearing the same charm as the elastic imposters,
They play scripts they have no intention to write,
While I bleed dreams on the planks, in an act of bravery, without hypocrisy, stark and bright.
It’s hard to understand that, indeed, people adore the ball,
They dance a fake tango, a feigned happiness they install,
But I am bare, transparent, unmade-up, and warm,
I’ve revealed my heart in rhythms of undiluted sincerity’s form.
And the shame I feel blooms in my chest like a wound,
Seeing how everyone wears makeup and they seem to me so misaligned,
I now long to wear a mask too, though I’d be just a feather,
Flying through the vast halls, where facades dance together, all tethered.
I leave the party, thoughtful and with a leaden silence,
I retreat behind the curtains of night, to watch the stars, the moon's dalliance,
And yet, in my discreet darkness, I hope to find her,
Who, maybe, also hides behind a mask, waiting to lay it aside, to be surer.
Should I return, don a mask, or remain with an open face?
Should I play a role or always be raw and unchased?
I watch as the dawn unfolds and The Question within me remains unresolved,
While the rising sun illuminates an actor with body and soul unaltered.
Spring
A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
The burst of an orange, a tulip in bloom
Infusion of flowers, by meadow's festoon
The shine of an orchid, ever so stark,
It stays on my mind, long after dark
The Rose brings her beauty, as I swift appraise
And summer goes trailing with fever, her blaze
Summer
Heat waves arrive, wearing red flaming scarves
Bronzed cherub angels, by cool fountain spout
Yellow kissed flowers by summer's head count
The dahlias in love, with passions, don't starve
Bikinis and tank tops with summer tanned legs
Atop the hot board walk, skip trampling keds
Bleach blonds and ravens in tune with the fair
Coasters and bolsters and times without care
It's all in the season of sunshine and thrills
Where fireworks burst, o'er emerald hills!
Autumn
The seasons pass as my eyes behold
Soft change in hues when bending limbs grow bare
As colored leaves turn brown begin to fold
To finally scatter into Autumn's air
These days remembered on a road of leaves
Traveling aspen groves ablaze in gold
A Winter's chill before the Autumn grieves
Reminds that all life ends before its cold
And calls in voice its yearly subtle dance
As songs from birds now give a quiet note
While those in love hope colors will enhance
To feel chill from Winter when color dies
To bless the fallen leaves with sadder eyes
Winter
The Winter's cold comes dressed in velvet white
And spills its unique flakes upon the Earth
Scenes of beauty calm, open eye's delight
And cleanse the ground before the Spring's rebirth
I'll walk upon the freshest fallen snow
And see the trail of prints I leave behind
While knowing it reveals the path I go
I'll make a snowy Angel some will find
To cross the banks of white where depth is low
And sit among the quiet, Winter's brought
To see the landscape clean with softest glow
Shall bring to me another gentle thought
I'll lift my eyes to find a pictured scene
And marvel at the white that is pristine
written by Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker
9/20/14
Revival from the Lord comes from His Word, perfectly right
Always exalting the Saviour Jesus Christ, the way, the truth and light
To grant redemption to sinners by His compassion’s might
With the promise of eternal life and divine inheritance wherein to delight.
Revival radiates through His Scriptures of great assurance
Always declaring the sacrifice of Christ that vanquished hell’s endurance
To rescue those struggling from transgression-ignorance
With the acquittal from sin’s penalty and self-righteous arrogance.
Revival shines by His precepts along His revelation
Always asserting the resurrection of Christ that subdued damnation
To install genuine believers in their eternal royal position
With the subjugation of death’s sting and its fatal destruction.
Revival upon His Book of hope brings sure victory
Always manifesting His holiness that exudes His glory
To uphold His servants who are steadfast in sharing the Gospel story
With His justice amidst moral standards throughout history.
Revival ignited by His truth sustains joyfulness
Always showing the work of the Father that magnifies His loving kindness
To mold His children striving toward maturity’s completeness
With the guidance of His wisdom and prudence for growth’s fullness.
Revival in the power of His statutes overcomes doubt and uncertainty
Always exposing the might of the Holy Spirit that seals His authority
To keep His called-out ones to stay in His will’s protective security
With the answers to fervent prayers and earnest supplications’ entreaty.
Revival* preached through His testimony brightens triumphant moment
Always reminding the arrival of the Master toward prophecy’s fulfillment
To ensure Christians of their rewards for their good accomplishment
With the commendation for their approved faithfulness and commitment.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
October 17, 2021
In shadows deep around the world,
here and there where thoughts converge,
A poem stirs, with words emerge,
To shed light on the dangers found,
When religion's cloak is tightly bound.
Religion, a force both ancient and grand,
Can unite hearts, make spirits expand,
Yet in its depths, a peril hides,
That can fracture love, and reason divide.
Humanity's quest for solace and hope,
Gave birth to faith, with ways to cope,
But zealotry lurks, its venomous fangs,
Injecting discord, where harmony hangs.
Dogma's grip, relentless and tight,
Blinds eyes to truth, distorts the light,
When beliefs become walls, shutting doors,
Exclusion breeds hatred, igniting wars.
Throughout history's tapestry bold,
Religion's bloodstains, their storys told,
Crusades, jihads, battles untamed,
Innocence lost, lives forever maimed.
Divisions deepen, as doctrines entwine,
Judgments and bias, no room to align,
Oppression thrives, on fervor's flame,
Suppressing freedoms, tarnishing each name.
The dangers lie not in faith alone,
But when control seeks an iron throne,
For those in power, the righteous few,
Manipulating truths, distorting views.
Science's wonders, held at bay,
Reason and progress, they seek to sway,
When dogma prevails, stifling the quest,
Innovation falters, and growth is suppressed.
But let not these words condemn the whole,
For within faith's sphere, great hearts console,
Compassion and love, its bedrock true,
When used as tools, can heal renew.
Let us embrace the wisdom we find,
In the essence of faith, to bind,
Not to divide or claim supremacy,
But to uplift, and set our spirits free.
The dangers that religion presents to all,
Lie in the hands of those who install,
Their narrow visions as eternal truth,
Neglecting the essence, and its golden youth.
So let us tread with care and insight,
Embrace the sacred, with minds alight,
Seek unity within diversity's grace,
Embrace the beauty of every faith.
For in the end, it's not faith alone,
That causes the dangers we've ever known,
But the frailty of hearts that sway,
From love's true path, thus led astray.
Computer girls?
There all kind of women
All over the world
But it has some now
The call them the computer girls
They are all new age
With I pad, laptop and cell phone
They are like a walking office
When they leave their home
I was absorbing some of them
My conclusions is so far
These girl today
Live their life like a computer
It has the EMAIL girls
Their words full of suspense
Every ten things she says,
Eight does make no sense.
We have the CD-ROM girls
See them in their fancy car
Honking their horn in traffic
They just want to go faster
We have the HARD DISK girls
They are so smart and clever
Everything you tell these girls
They will remember it forever
And some are INTERNET girls
If face book can’t be access
They walking around whole day
Feeling sad and depress
It’s just what I notice so far
But I have some more research to do
As I continue to write my report
Will pass some information on to you
Then we have the MULTIMEDIA girls
They really are a sight to see
They will wear a horrible dress
And turn it into a thing of beauty
And now the SCREENSAVER girls
They have many sides of beauty
They just have to stand up there
And they are so fun to see
Then I see a lot of RAM girls
They have not interest in love
They will forget about you
The minute their lights turn off
This is just my theory
And I make my concussion
if you don’t think its practical
There’s no need for confusion
Just look at the WINDOWS girls
She so full of character
Even if she cant do anything
We could never live with her
And how bout the SERVER girls
Close but always far
And she is busy all the time
When you really need her
Then it has the VIRUS girls
Some also calls their: wife””
Install herself and take everything
If you delete her form your life
Now don’t get me wrong
Have some good wife’s out there
But if you mess with them
Your resources will disappear
I hope no one are offend
By this little poem
It’s just my philosophy
I like to share with them