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Who do you trust least
Preacher..teacher or literal beseecher
Ethereal spiritual feast or visceral ritual beast
Funereal foibles & surreal baubles
Of a Priest
Plead to heed with every deed to the creed
Erratic didactic tactic is tragic
There is no such thing as magic
Demagogic not pedagogic logic
Subjugation to the screed or damnation indeed
Survival battered by books tattered
The seedier leaders flattered
Primal tribal rival bible revival
Media…things that mattered…shattered
Connives..contrives yet thrives
Bet everyone everywhere writhes
Let’s not forget to pay our tithes
Had enough of this guff
Before you’ve blinked
Off the cuff
You’ve been hoodwinked
In a huff
You’ve been sinked
By the bluff
Scary skits & lairy fits
Notoriety..wary of
The gobbits & gambits
Entirety of Society in bits.
The palpable culprits
At the heart of it
Twits in culpable pulpits
Totemic hysteric polemics
Sinister vicar & minister
Systemic Cleric relics
Tire of entire dire quagmire
Of the liar denier empire
Cast asunder by another blunder
Besmirch on a pedant’s perch
Tone of brimstone, thunder & fire
Prone to lurch under the church spire
What do you expect
Cause and effect
Have always been suspect
When a Rector gives a lecture
On the spectre of conjecture
This institution ain’t the solution to destitution
Why does all religious passion
Ration rather than fashion compassion
More moral blindness than kindness
Cerebral lobe flashing
Surely all we need from above
Across the globe
Is liberal lashings of love
My grandad was asked on his death bed
“Pray tell Harry…you going to heaven or hell?”
“To be frank…don’t give a monkeys” he said
“I’ve got mates in both ..so all’s well that ends well (or swell for our American cousins)”
They say I'm lucky, and maybe they're right,
You'd give me the sun if you knew how to fight.
You carried your wounds with a smile on your face,
And taught me to find a home in hard days.
But love came tangled, stitched with the blame,
Too many comparisons dressed up as shame.
And I learned real young what children can do,
How to make excuses for someone they love too.
Cause I know your story, I know your scars,
I know you gave me more than you had.
But knowing the reason don't soften the bruise,
It just makes it harder to tell you the truth.
And I love you, I do, I do,
God, I'd go through hell with you.
But there's a side of you I quietly hide,
A side I've forgiven a thousand times.
And maybe that's why I can't say you're wrong,
Cause I've been defending you all along.
But if love wasn't mine before I knew,
I wouldn't wish your storms on someone new.
You'd hold me close, then pull me apart,
Leave little cracks in a growing heart.
A slap, a lecture, a hurtful compare,
Then tell me it's love and I'd find it there.
And maybe it was, in the best way you knew,
But love shouldn't hurt just because it loves you.
Still I swallowed the parts that I couldn't refuse,
Cus children don't leave, they just learn what to lose.
So if another child asked me one day,
"Is she a good mother?" What would I say?
Id tell them you're funny, I'd tell them you're kind,
Id tell them your heart's been broken by life.
Id tell them you tried, I'd tell them it's true,
Then quietly pray they never meet you
Not because I hate you,
Not because I don't
Not because I forgot all the good.
But because I know you.
And maybe the saddest thing I've ever known
Is I'd choose you again...
only becus u were already home
as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"
the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching
but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life
to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags
so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ
Rest my friend truly you deserve some peace
Life sometimes hard but you always did maintain
Your friends carry a memory of you that won't cease
A peculiar fellow quickly your anger could increase
How adamantly you would continue to explain
Rest my friend you deserve to get some peace
Your passion for life could never decrease
Even after suffering so much agony and pain
Your friends carry a memory ofyou that won't cease
From every lecture I could take away a piece
Always knowing there was something to gain
Rest my friend trulyyou deserve some peace
I continue on now still searching for my crease
We have a friendship that death cannot contain
Yes I'll carry a memory of you that won't cease
Truly our friendship never faltered in the least
Even now I can still hear you complain and complain
Rest now my friend truly you deserve some peace
Your friends carry a memory of you that won't cease
R. I. P. ARTHUR GLOVER
(for Charles)
The son also rises
He must needs greet the day
He reaffirms the challenge
That will not go away
People gettin’ ready to curse about what’s been ailin’ ‘em
Don’t they understand it’s just an echo in a canyon?
But Uriel Jackson
He’s still rollin’ along
The son and the father
Embedded in each other’s self
Suddenly each understands
There ain’t no book
There ain’t no shelf
People gettin’ ready to lecture ‘bout how to behave
Don’t they understand it’s just a shadow in a cave?
But Uriel Jackson
He’ll keep hummin’ his song
Keep on mixin’ those colors
Keep that canvas pure
See that void in your brothers
This cross one forever endures
‘Cause the sun also rises
For now, it ain’t goin’ nowhere
The world’s half-baked words and superficial disguises
I do declare
But Uriel Jackson
He’s still bangin’ that gong
He’s still turning up strong
He’s still bangin’ that gong
Yeah, get it on
Her child was in need
So she gave him all she had
It was not enough....
He would have to borrow from DAD
A lecture of failure
Seemed but a little to endure
For having the need met
And living quarters ensured
Her gift gift lie dormant
Eating at his soul
Her sacrificial living
Fell short of his goal
It costs him nothing
To pay the bill on credit
He requires repayment
And is happy to badger until he gets it
Her relationship altered forever
While nothing is changed with DAD
Both continue in the belief
Living like this isn't all that bad
The binder that carries us to ABBA
Is the sacrifice we can't engage
What should be reverential gratitude
Is transformed into a powerless rage
........................I must be free.............
Then choose
Be blessed, and go your way
The sacrifice remains
In every purchase....with, and without faith
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-01-2021
Background B.B King it
You'll get home alone
A Quartering as Jazz
As quart and liter
As meter and mile
Footage and reconcile
Irish Quartermasters Gaurd
Kevin J. O'Meadhra
Trace as feather
Low of ash
Bury of quill
Fide et amore
Nightingales Ergo
Send in rot
Further, borrow
Scottish wreathing
Entangled Britain
Relent
They of leave
Twined as lecture
Recital of yellow
Beckon brown
Revile of green
Tustled hearth
Baby babysit looks like
It's gonna hail
Jump and jive
As sent to the SAG
In tawdry spent
The war is lent
The establishment of thy own
A hate filled thrown
As crimes as thine
Tinkle and toast
In a entire
Only as pure
The picture as haunt
Plagiarism
Stores front
Sufferer as complaint
In stilled poverty
I law
Joan had little art
Lythed command
Hinde weeps rather as waltz
Herculean task
Wardrobe mantle black
Opening Suggestion of Betrothed
God is dead ...
but I’m here for an argument
that will cost you 30 pieces of silver
he paid for it already
that was a loan
let’s turn the table
will you throw in Mary for free
she’s not for sale
but virgins in heaven
sheep cannot fly
that is a myth
it’s a completely different premise
it’s usury
every sperm is sacred
let’s call it a tie
we haven’t started yet
I am the milkman seducer
... coconuts clapping ...
you are the icicle repair man
fake news spam with spam and spam
look at the bright side of life
not the comfy chair again
I’ll slap you with a fish
I want a dead parrot
the parrot is dead
time’s up for the argument
no it’s not over until God isn’t dead
upper class twit of the year
inbred extortion where is the cross
it’s an image his son’s a carpenter
he was a lumberjack
jackass propaganda
I’m here for an argument not for a lecture
wrong desk that is next door
this is the indoctrination department
God cheated
With whom
illegitimacy
no with the shepherds
I’m leaving
door is closed you have not paid interest
I’d rather go to hell
you just did Spanish inquisition is finished
I’ll visit Blackadder
Bloody Python
that’s an insult God has his limits
he died for you ungrateful bastard
no he didn’t that is my point
pointless blasphemy
I want my money back with interest
no you do not you gotta have faith ...
21st May 2020
264.
My 42nd Leaf
Taken thee at noon
From a living plant
Ornamental one
With pale green flowers
It's a “euphorbia”!
By RRCY
A Rehab for Youth
Maybe by lads there
Or an employee
Or social worker
About to enter
Their room for lecture
For orientation
Eleven Twenty
Before the lunch break
On fence of entrance
To the lecture room
Alongwith other
Ornamental plants
It's in Guimaras
On field trip again
But first time in there
With Crim. 2 students
A new experience
With peculiar pipz!
-04/01/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
I OPENED A DOOR OF GOLD AND SILVER.
SOMEWHAT SURPRISED AND SOMEWHAT BEWILDERED.
FLOATING IN AIR AND TURNING SLOWLY
GAVE IT A PRESENCE OF BEING HOLY
THIS WAS A SWORD OF BRILLIANT DESIGN.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF "I WISH IT WERE MINE"
FIVE FEET IN LENGTH AND TWELVE POUNDS IN WEIGHT.
I EXAMINED IT CLOSER TO DETERMINE A DATE.
A GOLDEN THROWN ENCRUSTED WITH GEMS.
DIAMONDS AND RUBIES AND PLENTY OF THEM.
ENGRAVING. EMBROIDERING AND MAGNIFICENT WIST.
THIS WAS CRAFTED BY A BRILLIANT GOLDSMITH.
CEREMONIAL OR RELIGIOUS I ASKED MYSELF.
WAS THIS CREATED FOR SOMEONE OF WEALTH.
A HEAVENLY VOICE STARTED TO SPEAK.
MORE LIKE A TEACHER WILLING TO TEACH.
BORN IN THE YEAR FIVE EIGHTY EIGHT,
ELIGIUS GREW UP AND WENT ON TO BE GREAT.
A MASTER CRAFTSMAN, THE GREATEST GOLDSMITH.
CRAFTED THIS SWORD YOU SEE EXIST.
HIS WORK CAN BE SEEN ON TOMBS OF SAINTS.
CAPTURED ON CANVAS BY CHRISTUS THE GREAT
HE WOULD GO ON TO HELP THE POOR.
HE FOUNDED CHURCHES AND SO MUCH MORE.
AFTER HIS DEATH HE WAS CONSIDERED A SAINT.
SHOWN AS A BISHOP BY THOSE WHO PAINT.
THE LECTURE WENT ON, LONG INTO THE NIGHT.
I FOUND THAT JOURNEY TO BE A DELIGHT.