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MY SINGING STAR
Annual days in our University existed before too, only in annals,
Until the day, she on the ramp thrilled our hearts that came to the ears;
We had ‘Abbey Road on the River’; we lived in our souls and became ears,
That heard the first time ‘unheard melodies’ reverberating through Lit annals.
The Nightingale of India would’ve left her oriole and put her in musical panels;
The roaring Moor would’ve left Desdemona to live, riveting his ears for years,
The brooding Ruth would’ve left her diffidence to dance sprightly for years,
To the thrill of her voice, sounding end to sittings of juries, forever in annals.
She could’ve sung ‘they’re gonna make a big star out of me,’
But, that would’ve rivaled the great Beatles; she could’ve her ‘Jai Ho’
That would’ve made Mozart of Madras again dedicate glory to Him.
Lyrics she required not, for, it’s in the listeners’ glee;
Lyres she required not, her voice throbs humans in harmony, robbing ego;
Life is un-lived, if you have no ears for my singing star, not even Him.
If the big bad wolf had evil eyes or looked the part
Scary and frightening, with an obviously mean heart
We would not be fooled, and life would be fine
But Big Bad Wolf camouflages himself, completely out of line.
He has a handsome face, and clean manicured hands.
He dances a slow methodical foxtrot to popular bands.
He opens the doors, and uses polite words like please.
So unsuspecting innocents do not spot his sleaze.
Juries let him off over and over again.
Because his smile charmed them or their kin.
He looks contrite, some say, we could not convict him.
Thus, the Big Bad Wolf gets to murder innocents once again.
Never Compete
with Artificial intelligence
but instead focus
On developing Unique human Intelligence
Because If you continue
to teach today
as you taught yesterday
then you rob us students of tomorrow
for you can lead a horse to water
but you can’t force it
Neither Can you make it drink
In the future we will need
more passion and compassion,
people with inspired heart
and wisdom to uplift this planet
but remember how do want us Children
to succeed
When we can’t even have proper nutrition,
How do you want us children to succeed
when we are always treated like machines,
Receiving 19 homework’s due the Next day,
So In other words depriving us from our sleep
Remember First
The Biggest factor For Childhood Success
is it’s never I.Q,
it is the family Meals,
Don’t take way my family time
and offer me Facebook
Because at a time
it becomes to hard to face that book
Don’t tell me to go Pinterest
because it hard sometimes to pin that interest
Don’t lie to me you were always top of your class
or tell me to be like x and y because,
the truth is
I am sick of been told to be someone am not
When I fall I need love not judgment
I need counselors not a juries
I need a Family not a court
You Know
The Best Feeling In the world
Is to Know That Your Own Parent Get You
For your Children’s Are Not Your Children’s
they are the sons and daughters
of life longing for itself,
they come through you,
but not from you
and though they are with you,
They don’t belong to you
You may give them your love,
but not your thoughts
For they have their own thoughts
You may House their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow
So Please My Dear Teachers And Beloved Parents
Don’t transform My Child Hood
into a robotic recommendation
Because the Truth I can’t be Upgraded
But I Can Learn for the absolute better
Police Me Not
Written By: D. Collins 12/3/14
Thanks to Rodney, Trayvon, Eric, and Michael Brown.
The world has a glimpse of how policing goes down.
They shoot-to-kill, or strangle a man to death.
Stand over a body until it’s dying breath.
They’ve blown up babies sleeping in their crib.
Killed a homeless man sleeping in the hills.
They were decent people who were sacrificed.
So that the world could see, paid with their life.
Like the twelve year old shot down in Cleveland.
All black men should know its now open season.
Each cop involved didn’t do a day in jail.
I wonder if Grand Juries are now the Holy Grail.
Police me not, if this is how it is.
Avoiding their presence is how we’ll continue to live.
They have bad intensions when the block gets hot.
Just the same, I’d rather they police me not.
'Reverends' Sharpton and Jackson are the leading Fomenters In Chief,
And as usual are spewing racial nonsense, adding to the nation's grief.
It would certainly be novel if they would find more productive things to do,
Like preaching God's love, peace and tolerance to people in their pew!
Most cops take their jobs seriously and perform dedicated service.
Alas, some are outright bullies and they should make us nervous.
But they must take appropriate action when faced with those,
Who think the rules don't apply to them and I think that is apropos.
True, 'tis so sad that two young men lost their lives the other day.
If they hadn't resisted the cops, it wouldn't have turned out that way .
What is to be gained by looting and rioting if things don't go your way,
Robbing innocent shop owners and me as well since its taxes I must pay!
If youth were disciplined and taught respect for authority at Mothers' knee,
Perhaps they'd save themselves a ton of grief and I'd hope you would agree.
Two Grand Juries held cops blameless tho' their ruling many folks reject.
I come down on the side of the cops who I was always taught to respect!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
A man broke into my house and killed my entire family.
Because of his corrupt lawyer, he was found not guilty.
He killed another family and was found not guilty a second time.
His lawyer convinced the juries to find him innocent of the crimes.
I was going to have vengeance by killing him and I was really going to do it.
But God was just as angry as I was and he beat me to it.
The killer got third degree burns all over his body when he was engulfed by flames.
God made him pay because he was an abomination who brought nothing but shame.
I went through hell when he was found not guilty, it was too much to sustain.
He survived for four days after being burned and he was in excruciating pain.
I was working on night shift and that's why I wasn't able to protect my family.
God's vengeance was worse than my own, that's why the killer died in agony.
(Even though this poem is fictional, God really does have vengeance from time to time.)
Justice tendered with "Mercy,and "Love" is "True Justice" for "All of "The People" : This includes "The Police,Our Political Leaders,Our Religious Leaders,and "Regular Citizens of "The United States of America"! This is Liberty and Justice for "All American Citizens"!"The Grand Jury In Any State of "The United States Of America"should be able to "Legally Indite"Citizens,Police,Political Leaders, in "Their Specific State"!! This is realizing "Democracy at its best,and is not "Party Oriented"!We are moving in the good path in "The Democratic""Experiment" by including those in charge to undergo "Justice For All"without escape,so that we can elliminate "The Arrogance" of "Those who are blessed to have "Power"!!!!!!!They will be "Ruled By democracy,justice,mercy,and undergo "The Grand Jury"{No Matter What Their Status May Be!!!!!!!!The Attorney General Himself or Herself should and could be indited by "The Grand Jury" of "Their Specific State" or "Multi-States in "The United States of America"!!The "Combined Grand Juries of Every State in "The United States of America should be able to "Indite""The President of The United States of America,and "Remove him or her from "Office",and "Over Rule" The Senate",and The Congress" who "Practice Party Politics' to cause a "Democracy to Fail in delivering "Liberty and Justice for All"!!!!!! God has "Never Died"and "Never Will! Love "Never Dies",and "Never Will". God is love,and loves himself living alive with the knowledge of "Death"being alive!God cannot die! Are you now wise?Death knows nothing,but life is wise to see death,being alive!My "Savior "Jesus Christ","The Only Begotten Son of "The living God" died on "The Cross" to save us from "Our Sins"~!Jesus Christ died and was "Raised From The Dead"by "God His Father" who is a "Spirit",and "Never Dies"!It is "Appointed to any man or any women to die! That is an appointment that we must all keep to include "Jesus Christ"!Jesus Christ came "OUT" from "GOD"and became a man,and knew his appointment without sin!Jesus Christ came "OUT FROM GOD".God is a "Spirit" and never will be the flesh that he created!Jesus Christ went back to "GOD" as "Spirit"to be "ONE" with his "Father" who is GOD"!ONE GOD!!!!The father,son,and the holy Spirit,are "ONE GOD"!!!! In JESUS NAME I PRAY!!!! AMEN.
There's no Poetry that doesn't reach
I told a literature student
In a writing workshop
Offering him some suppositories
That contained
Verses from The Book of Good Love
La Celestina, Don Quixote, and my own
To insert through his anus
As minstrels used to do
Selling or giving them away
To the common people and kings
Through the streets, squares, and courtyards
Poetically exposing themselves
By inserting one through the anus.
Since it was a proven truth
It was natural that its main source
Was experience.
Devoted to the Poetry suppositories
The student carried them in his anus
Full of meaning and beauty
For if he entered the writing workshop
Without knowing how to make an "O" with a Straw.
Now, thanks to the effect of the suppositories
He already wanted to trade his verses
Having to go through
One or more of my modifications.
As a consequence
Of the two fundamental properties
Of poetic suppositories:
Permanence and generality
This apprentice writer and poet
Begged me, saying:
-I'm starved for fine literature
Even though it's so beautiful.
Now I want you to offer me, professor
Suppositories from the Romancero
From popular couplets
From Latin proverbs
From the Bible, from fables and tales.
Moved, I promised him that I would
That I would do it
But that he should also know
That to versify and write
It's not enough to insert a suppository
But rather the Anus
Because it's the fruit of popular wisdom
And of language
Needs oral or penile transmission
Because it's a living organism
And, as such, it is born, grows
Reproduces and dies
Like the poem or brilliant writing
Modified to hanging eggs
That, with time, change
Are modified or lose their relevance.
In closing, I would like to mention
That this author
Submitted his works to the Planeta and Nobel Prize
Admiring their juries for
His conciseness and power
The symmetrical division of his texts
His meter and rhyme.
Rain falling
Wind blowing
Snug under the duvet
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
Thought about murder
Had no motive; no reason
Needed not an opportunity; nor means
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
My feet were warm
My bladder was empty
The alarm clock was set
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
Just a thought; about murder
A thought about a perfect murder
Thought about appearances, juries and judges
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
I wasn’t ill-intentioned
No wrongs on my mind
Snug under the duvet
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
Thought about the election
Character assassination
Losing gratitude
Suddenly sleepless; under the duvet
Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship
the DING has sure been taken out of the
rama dama ding dong
No ones home, the juries out
G-d is dead?
Shell, Chevron and Texaco
have reduced the life expectancy of people in the Niger delta
to 50 years ......
The Oil companies are fracking the hell
out of the water table ....from here to Canada and back
and guess what..then they can up the price of
BOTH oil and FRESH? water??
Who are the bell ringers [Ask Jessica Ernst how the water is in her well?]
Where are the bell ringers [hmmm, Canada?]
[Strangled in the nooses of corrupt governments]
DO say! Do doubt! Do think....
Take a whistle blower home for dinner!
Blinded by the stars [lulled into limbo by Flamingo dancers]
living vicariously ..voyeurs
peeping through the key holes of ****-holes
Pull yourselves UP..OUT, declare COMMIT
re-remember what it means
to have YOUR WORD mean something
re-remember what it means to be a friend.
Free yourself, for no one else will.
Fallacies RING true to the disempowered
there DONGs removed, their clappers plucked
Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll was the mantra
of MY age, and HELL NO I WON'T GO
our calling card.
*Thank you to my muse and friend Rueben O.
for inciting this ancient ding-dong :)
Please read his excellent write [Didn't Don't]