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Imagine feeling helpless, defenseless and alone.
Imagine behind each dark door new terrors
of the unknown.
Imagine looking forward to the years ahead
With secret, silent brooding, and paralyzing dread.
Now, interject a smile, and a hand held out in love;
The warmth of acceptance, security and trust.
Chase away the demons, the terror and the night.
Let love bring out the brilliance of one small soul's light.
Bring out creativity, intelligence and fun.
Fill that life with goodness, encouragement and success.
Chase away the demons, the terror and the night.
Let Love bring out the brilliance of one small soul's light.
Copyright Chula Fleming May 17, 1983
MariAutumn was perched on an oak root, one of a kind.
It had formed into the perfect seat this October, a comfy notch.
Her pet ladybug Luggburger and she were debating their latest find.
Necklace said MariAutumn. Luggbuger thought it was a watch.
How could it be a watch? MariAutumn argued. It does not tell time.
Ladybug did not know, but something told her it was.
A pine cone came along and tried to interject, but he was a mime.
Turn it over, Luggburger told MariAutumn, and there it was!
A face with numbers, and two hands attached to the middle.
They were delighted; now deciding to keep it forever and a day.
Don’t play with it! Truly! Don’t fiddle, dawdle or diddle!
Along came a human though who promptly took it away.
The world is changing in a profound way,
through the exploitation of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists who destabilize:
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.
Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull lee brief life, nonetheless
made a lasting contribution,
a psalm burr tune folks across webbed
wide world sing to grieve
of recent sorrows past, plus pay
homage to joys summoned from
deep within core of soul bellowed
forth with an exultant heave
perhaps unbeknownst to most Robert Burns
(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) did leave
his lasting legacy, sans (as national poet
of Scotland celebrated worldwide)
particularly the classic traditional chestnut
auld lang syne rendered in many versions
waving white capping
New Year's eve celebration proud
accomplishments one did achieve.
Coincidentally, "Auld Lang Syne"
and "America the Beautiful"
at which juncture, I interject
a historical grace note to mull
how latter named above patriotic
song in the United States,
(lyrics written by Katharine Lee
Bates saw many occasions
after music composed by church organist
and choirmaster Samuel
A. Ward at Grace Episcopal Church
in Newark, New Jersey) dull
lighting oomph and pizazz, extant
since early 1900s, origin gin null
intent format arranged as poem,
"Pikes Peak first published
Fourth of July full
edition of the church periodical
The Congregationalist in 1895,
now sung by mull teat hoods at Super Bowl
every year since 2009, and appeared pull
say ting stadiums at some sports events
after the 9/11 terror attack hull
lob bell loo in 2001.
The song comprises four verses,
one of isung before kick-off
in NFL's showpiece game.
Just by giving cerebral activity free rein,
this inquisitive mind of mine
learned how twenty first century New Year's
celebration include auld lang syne
linkedin with feted mid eighteenth poet
laureate, whose death at thirty seven, his spine
tingling spirit issues forth to give
him immortality almost divine
everlasting longevity within the pantheon
of August artists who humanity did assign
an eternal place future generations will
revere such metrical design.
The disclosure project and Dr Stephen Greer
He claims he's debreifed almost a thousand
On U F O events through the last twenty years?
I have listened to testimony that challenged
My mind.? Is some part hallucination.? What
Will we find, a president, or presidents pushed
Away, silenced deleted.? In many ways.? How
Much aligns with Bible verse? I'm looking at
Bad; and fearing..? Even worse?? I will now dig
Deeper, it must be done, alls not new under the
Sun, determination and practice best.' Only for
The people we must invest ' a clear field of
Vision we all deserve, if you know of happenings
That may at first sound absurd.' If there has
Been deception in your military life? Why push
Things under? Why with reality strive? If at your
Core you beleive (serve and protect) would it
Be more viable, to interject.? I beleive the majority
Would cover your back.' If they sense true
Freedom is under attack.' I'll follow this project
Maybe its the result of deeo sin ? Resultant of
Demon descendents we are told of as the early
nephilim.?
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
What is, true love
Love is what does;
and how do you know you love someone;
Did you forgive your enemy;
Did you give a charity;
Did you do more than show me;
show me that you know me;
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
And that you know what true love is
Man says it's a melting feeling an essence;
I say it's beyond the every vision;
A thought within love sense of peace;
A look a warm embrace;
A gentle peck, a kiss on the face
What is love
Is it a verb;
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
And do you, will you show me
Will you love me like the Father God says you ought too;
Let me interject. . . .
is love kindness, does it understand, is it supported, comforts forgiving receiving is this love is this love;
is love respected, believed patent, judgmental, is it trusting, dearest warmth and beloved;
Are any of these things love;
What does God say love is;
Like Christ would you die for your
Friend, your sister, your brother,
Your father, your mother, any other fellow human;
Always Forgiveness, Always Obedience,
Could these be the meaning of Love as Per God;What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
08/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology "True love as per God"
Picking imprints from everywhere,
Let all the woods your footprint bear,
Take off, nag at no rutted tract,
What if some rickety ways stare.
Throw to winds every needless care,
Let no head wind unduly dare,
Let the worse worsen, worst to get,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
Mind not eastward you go or west,
If north, let not south ever jest,
Let no alien thought you attract,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
Root out doubts as you’d thorny weeds,
Walk, brave only to their hearts heeds,
Let eastern nor west wind distract,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
Letting no stumbling blocks scare,
Sparing none any endeavour,
Pricks of no space-time interject,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
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Quatrain |14.11.2024|traveller
What happens when it happens
do you throw a fit
get so angry you can't spit
burst inside till you split
scream and curse like a dimwit
hurt anyone you deem not legit
crawl into a bottomless pit
burn your brains to forget
be an ugly and unkind nitwit
hate and foam at the bit
destroy and damage to object
ramp and rave on the net
your view forcefully interject
truth and reason reject
scorn and mock for kicks
law and order wreck
hide and cry in panic
embrace extreme fanatics
afraid to listen to critic
fake is real cynic
worry yourself sick
go down on your personal Titanic
What happens when it happens
Be an adult and face it
Imagine feeling helpless, defenseless and alone.
Imagine behind each door new terrors of the unknown.
Imagine looking forward to the coming years ahead,
With secret, silent brooding and paralyzing dread.
My Inner Child has not recovered from pain buried deep inside,
She refuses even glimpses of the past we must forever hide.
More often now, I search my mirrored aging face
For signs of her once bright and open blue-grey gaze.
Deep wonder in a sea of secrets, where sleeps the child I use to be?
Grieving moments of lost innocence are also known to me.
Life could have been so different; could have been sublime;
Would have been loving, filled with joy but now is lost to time.
But interject a smile; a hand held out in love, not lust
And the warmth of acceptance, security and trust.
Chase away the demons, the terror and the night.
Let love bring out the brilliance of one small soul's hidden light.
Praise creativity, deep intelligence, sweet wonder for life's gifts;
Fill that mind with goodness, and freedom for the heart it lifts.
Chase away the demons, the terror, and the night.
Let love bring out the brilliance of one small soul's hidden light.
Chula Fleming© 11/16/2017
Time can go by quickly when we’re having a good time
Or feel like an eternity when we’re trying to make a dime
In childhood days seemed to be so long and carefree
Not realizing as adults our days are now a daily gift to see
Time is often captured and displayed in our homes with flair
As beautiful clocks and watches or jewelry timepieces to wear
Time can be a difficult thing to grasp, understand and respect
Knowing we can’t stop its progression, change it or interject
Time can also be captured in beautiful pictures on the wall
Sometimes a bittersweet memory of a time we had it all
Years have passed and now our time has become a precious gift
Knowing that time has an expiration date, and our fate may shift
Time can be a powerful reality and a phenomenon in our lives
We never really know after it begins when the ending will arrive
Hopefully, memories of us will live on in our poetry, pictures and art
And treasured pieces of our time will be preserved before we depart