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Oh!God! Are you really there?
Then why cannot you come here?
Atheist has no problem
He preaches rejecticism.
You made him strong to believe in non-believing.
He acknowledges your creation brought by man's and his sensing
Theist too not has any problem for everything he blames you
For he delights in salvation that you have created.
Tells my brain to reject
Teaches my heart to accept
Something in me hints 'you must be there'
If so, "Why all evil here?" asks my skepticism.
Believe or to reject? Horns of dilemma.
I believe you when trouble added.
My science arises above all when at ease.
Sometimes I feel my 'education' does make you rejected
I need you I only know, when dejected.
My liberalism and some other 'ism' together flow
The colour, creed, rich, poor, good, bad
Why existing, when you created every blind hallow.
Thou created the evil too to balancing to Nil
I am convinced with your Supreme existence
because I believe (not fully so) the all-powerful entity.
Then who created the Religious persistence?
You? Or the one who created your identity?
Must I believe in creator's creations or creation's creator?
Neither a believer nor a non-believer be
I decided to be an Agnostic
I have no problem whether to believe or to reject.
Penning my thoughts is an important part of who I've become.
Some memories hit me hard, like they're beating on a drum
forcing me to acknowledge them, and a poem is the outcome.
Others make me smile, and to write of them I gladly succumb.
There are moments when my emotions inundate me with rage.
Flames ignite inside me that I fear could singe or burn the page.
That pent up angst against someone or thing I have to assuage
and writing poetry frees me from rancor when I must disengage.
Not all I write is of personal experiences in which I've had a role
I'm a bit too private to compose an intricate blueprint of my soul,
but I open my thoughts when creating idyllic imagery is my goal
and reveal heartache when writing of lost love and I lose control.
I write because when my heart is broken, I allow myself to cry
If my wounds have need to bleed, I offer no excuses as to why.
I can break Cupid's arrows, and clip his wings so he'll never fly
near me again, for love hurts too much to ever say 'good-bye.'
My poetry can sing a mourning song or take flights of fantasy
In verses I can choose to be anyone or anything I desire to be
The power of my pen can turn a fallacy into the truth and reality,
and change a pending tragedy into one that ends quite happily.
Authorship of verses gives me liberalism to pen with expression
Sometimes I concede my guilt and write a repentant confession
As a poet, I think composing is a catharsis to bouts of depression,
without exposing everything during a psychoanalyzing session.
I express my feelings when I view the beauty of a moonlit night
or when I witness sunrise paint the sky with glorious pastel light.
I scribe romantic sonnets about a princess and her white knight.
This gift of writing provides me with pleasure. and thus, I write.
Submitted on August 30, 2022
For the contest: I Write Because... Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
A change is coming here!
It will be announced when.
As of this moment, dear!
It's a chance for you to stop
being frightened by all the
leftist pens!
So make space, come out of
your closets, I implore you.
Plenty of blood was lost for you,
years ago.
So you would be free to express
yourself.
By a Creator who created and
loves you.
There is space for all sides.
Who listen and who love.
But you do nothing by hiding
your truth.
Don't be part of a dark sky,
Where there is no sun!
Do not soupmail me with
answers that lively spark.
Please stop hiding here in
your closet, Conservative,
Let go your idealogical sparks!
True, most poets favor the
leftist ideal.
Nothing wrong with that, but
time to hear both sides, for once
and for real.
No Conservative should be
shaking in their boots.
Let it all hang out, have a real hoot!
Stop cowtowing to liberalism!
Your heart is not in it, makes for a
patriotic soul schism.
Stand up openly in Open post for the
babies that will be killed.
Otherwise, you are nothing but a
Conservative shill.
We can all be friends, whether Left
or Right.
It has always been so in America.
Time to take on deadly forces of
Big Tech and fight!
Both sides will lose, if all our freedom
is gone.
All you will hear is goose steps and
propaganda's malicious song.
Stop being a chicken, saying
you will write of nothing political.
We have the power of the pen....
Its very real and hardly mythical.
Perhaps it's because we never lived
in a big war on our land?
I know many who look down
on a war...
Don't you get it?
Hitler or his cruel henchman
would now rule many lands!
Hitler demanded obedience
from all.
Do not let it become today's
clarion call.
We need not all be thinking like
twins.
If you keep your pen quiet,
nobody wins!
Comments to a poem like this
may be absent or few.
But I care for liberty?
What about you?
3/20/2021
~2~
Iron laws that rust corroded souls
Hold up society in liberalism water
Wash cultures down to their bare bones
Welcome to the new improved
History has no time to lose
Rules have no place in truth
Life is too precious for the living
Breathing is a lost commodity
No oxygen left in the rooms of reason
Hospitals are out of order as of today
There is technology to consume
To fix the stars in their alignment
The universe must pay for awful crimes
Committed on society without permission
Opinion systems now predict the future
Broadcast news becomes our only hope
To advance you must return to Earth
Allow the sun to spin around it
Where we are at center of the holy host
We must focus on our feelings
Teach success by killing common sense
Throw it out the window if it offends
You are the only thing that matters
Just ask the sun which revolves around itself
And remember, it also orbits you and only you
To forget the past, to find the future
There is no reason to obey the law
But you must honor the news you find
Which is broadcast local and nationwide
With truth you can use if so inclined
Iron laws that rust corroded souls
Hold up society in liberalism water
Wash cultures down to their bare bones
Welcome to the new improved
Broadcasting nationwide
One answer to Patrick Deneen's question,
Why Liberalism Failed,
not necessarily opposed to Deneen's own
more LeftBrain position,
yet considerably shorter,
is:
Profoundly democratic liberalism,
like Christianity,
has failed because it has not been multiculturally tried,
to paraphrase anti-colonizing
and non-violent communicating
Mahatma Gandhi.
Strangely,
this may also be a kind of corollary
to respond to a different title,
How the West was Won,
which would thereby postulate
How the West was Lost
by Win/Lose capitalist pretensions
to overpower Win/Win resilient integrity.
If progress is the transformation of oppression,
And the human condition one of
Primordial oppression - due to the inherent limits of our physical, emotional and mental nature -
Then human progress has been with us all along,
Albeit in very human fits and starts.
So progress is liberty
And liberty, inherently progressive.
But that’s not the progress being pushed today.
The progress of 21st century America
Is one of greater authority,
Lesser autonomy,
As an all-knowing Nanny State
So compassionately helps us less knowing.
What is real progress?
Freedom, from the master/slave dynamic
Which has been the human lot from the beginning.
What is being done in the name of progress today?
The relationship of master and slave cemented
In not just custom and law,
But personal habits and ideals.
Thou shalt obey what your master tells you,
It’s in your DNA after all to follow the shepherd
For the greater good of the herd.
It doesn’t matter that the shepherd has changed,
It’s the nature of all religion.
Thou shalt obey,
Because obedience is next to godliness,
Especially the godliness of Marx’s
Anointed disciples, the masters
Of not only their destiny
But increasingly every slave’s as well.
Thou shalt obey,
Because some things - collective wellbeing,
Social justice, environmental stewardship -
Require individual sacrifice
For the greater security of the herd
And of course, the enshrined status of the master.
(9/4/26)
“History repeats itself” maxim left on the shelf
No need for stealth just heft of greed for wealth
No mystery the majority indeed bereft in ill health
Impropriety & notoriety prism creates a schism
Entirety debunked by a flunked junk catechism
Society sobriety shrunk by punch drunk fascism
Train wreck of tech titans us brassic just terrorism
Insane vortex vexes our cortexes classic botulism
Tyrannosaurus rex in vain Jurassic park tourism
Anxiety rapacious due to mendacious barbarism
Fiefdoms harbinger of doom & noxious nepotism
Not a hunch us all sunk crunch time for exorcism
Evangelist narcissist mist does persist the gist
Not a balm or spreading alms just a call to arms
In true fashion religion does ration compassion
America in flux the crux once more is Klu Klux
Ice trucks of vice blunder shoot lame ducks
Plunder and cast asunder all about the bucks
Prioritise unity of community blunts vicious stunts
Demonise pernicious lies and their power blunts
Criticise avaricious demise that liberalism shunts
Scores of grunts from EU being treated like runts
Learn fast the answers are in the past Europe hunts
History bores are right don’t fight wars on 2 fronts
This life
Raised with absolute values, rules and regulations
Questioning them constantly, expecting to be killed for it.
I pretend to believe, for my own sake, when I am a child.
As an adult, question things in Sunday School, and feel wrath of others.
Doublethink belief, I am a liberalism wanting liberty and equality.
Whereas capitalization and socialization is impressed upon me with iron hands.
I wiggle out and escape, remembering that I rooted for the Indians
as a child in the sixties, feeling an empathy for them as every TV show
allowed the cowboys to dominate and rule.
My Next Life
I hope to take my New Age beliefs with me into my next life
Sure, I have incorporated a bit of Christianity, mostly the New Testament.
I hope to remember how to hypnotize myself, and to meditate.
It has served me almost better than prayers which are answered quickly.
I hope to incorporate my open-minded attitude, and my need to know.
Whatever comes will be up to my angels and spirit guides, of course.
They know the messages and knowledge I have learned in other lifetimes.
I hope to retain my imagination, and be allowed the childlike freedom to play.
As my breath flows, here and now
I plan to dabble in life with a toe full of chocolate.
A heart full of mirth, which is not directed toward others.
But rather full of hope and optimism that this might be one of my last incarnations
For I think the ultimate goal is to give away my ego and my individuality
And become one with Godmind, encouraging and inspiring the ones who struggle
to maintain hope, inspiration, enthusiasm and confidence.
I cannot imagine any position more worthwhile.
I believe this is the quintessential goal and I look forward to it.
Written 12/27/2021
Contest: Doublethink Beliefs
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Whenever beliefs are placed
above any worthless things
they affirm the essence of true ideals,
that sparked visions in people's minds.
Hold on those beliefs and assert feelings,
if brave men stand by them and resist
the menacing shouts of despairing ideas;
in such a brutal way: shouldn't we react?
Beliefs can express liberalism or conservatism,
they both define a character ready comfirm it
in deeds that opponents them infused with alruism;
do you divulge them with brashness or intellect?
Some wealthy men gave everything to the needy and hopeless,.
they lived a humble life renouncing to all comforting luxuries;
who comes to mind if notTostoi who saw many human miseries?
His beilef reiforced the existance of faith in acts of kindness.
My Life is Sin
My life wasn’t a sin, just independent
My life is a sin, because I respect
Traditions, religions, and pasts
European youth and early middle age (mine)
Eastern European, Hungarian
The moral was different
And the morale was different than the present
Then I met with Western liberalism
Now my tradition is the sin (In the West)
Those are the traditions that I respected
Love of God, church, nation, woman
I like women, so I’ll be arrested
This is a kind of Western moral psychology
Watching a woman on a train is sexual harassment
But an almost naked woman on a train is not a problem
(Direct sexual exhibitionism can also be sexual harassment.
If a man watches a woman like this, then he is a sexual criminal.
Oh, where is the truth? I think this is a very good question.)
I am using public transportation in London every day
I don’t watch women there, never. Because of English psychology and law
Oh, my friends! I am vomiting now! I feel dead bad!
I stay away from English women because of English psychology and law. And I respect the English law. I don't watch. Never!
I don't look at women of any ethnicity. And I don't talk to them!
I respect the law!
(Sorry, self-censorship.)
Where is the Beginning?
Where are Eve and Adam??
My sin is my tradition
My sin is my grandparents
My sin is my parents
My sin is the ancient principles
My sin is
Not accepting
Here
The psychology