Long Liberators Poems
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We bind the wounded
Encourage the hurted
Rebuke the wayward
Enjoin the truthful...
Rejoice in the Just...
Prosper in elect ones
Goes the adage.. in time..
..Winds are tied up...
..In hope for The Dawn...
...Yester's liberators
Are they not today's
Most feared tyrants....
.....Were we not all in the trenches....
..Tree of my liberty was shed mine blood..
..Rooted in them veins crimson in color.
..Them leaves colored green after worlds..
..Crowned with a royal shade of blackness...
Cast off yet you the ONE that waters
That they shine and abide in peace...
They that enjoin and hope in love...
They that desire to walk in The Truth..
Trampled like a rag
You took the fall
Why do I yet nag..
You my redeemer..
The Path chose Me
You lifteth from the ashes
Making them princes...
Yet your soul Ya Rakbii
Was it not with them
Them sons of Men
Hear them ask of me
Where are you chariots
Mighty warrior where
Are your armies why...
We made a sacrifice
You are enjoying freedoms
That full of message beat
Was worth the sacrifice
Hope in the unborn ones
Makes us soar on the edge
Lest by anger we shatter
The sacred communion
But you made I shed tears
A defender overcomes all
Bitterness loss loved ones
Yet stays true to calling
Yet do now I see the light
The dawn we so much desire
Did I hear the trumpeting jumbos
Did I behold the city of promise
Did I see you Rakbii roll in
With Myriads of Holy ones Reign
Making your home among-st us
Is it not at hand Ooh.. Yah Karima
Emissaries now do send Rahman..
Go swift messengers send a dove
Make way for His The Majesties Rule...
Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity
against more LeftWing integrity
of democratic hearts
for liberal humane-divine love.
Personal political experience
has taught more faith in cooperative webs of interdependent compassion
more cooperatively powerful
than competitive walls
of hostile military-industrialized
automated ballistic autonomy.
Rather than an explicitly resilient conversation
about what we hope to healthy achieve
through wealth of compassion
and co-empathic democratic powers
with all natural/spiritual
ego/eco-energetic people,
non-violent plants
and non-sectarian planet,
The candidates for WiseElder defense
of orthodox Business As Usual capitalistic Truth,
when WinWin cooperative GoldenRule confronted,
resisted,
questioned,
by actively hopeful universally democratic youth
for liberally compassionate unitarian liberty
confront a hypothetical Wall
to deny apartheid-wounded neighbors,
Walls overly defensive
for White male property enslaving owners inside
significantly contributing to further pathological sectarian divides
rooted in ignorance
suspicion,
supremacy theories
That White northern and western males
were, and are,
more clearly incarnating King James English translations
of White male God's divinely imaged inspired intentions
granting privileged grace
for evangelical BadNews WhiteMale Elders
Colonizing their weaker, but gratuitously better, half RightBrain minded women
and children
and indentured servants
until we get their Win/Lose ballistic and high-walled defenses
more right
than networking compassionately left
dismissively unmediated
through cynical detachments
more WinLose toward long-term climate LoseLose
than rapturous WinWin,
both short and long-term
ego- and eco-systemic healthy wealth.
Women have been battered and abused
Since day one
Systemic domestic violence
We are so done
A movement has started #me too
That has opened up the doors
To shine a light and give a voice to those
Who say "I ain't gonna take it no more"
No longer will women be silent
Not passive in their behavior
Dauntless and determined
Like Jesus The Christ our Saviour
It's time for all women to step up
To be bold and speak out loud
That freedom ain't free
Our lives do matter, no longer to be enshroud
Striking a blow for freedom
Against our oppression
Righteous indignation
We are so now stressing
Now focused on what we have
And not what we don't
Letting our faith empower us
Falling back we no longer won't
Faithful, fearless and fighting just to be free
No more abuse, no more battery
Destined for greatness we've always known
That one will always reap whatever one sows
Now as daring women of impact
Confident, courageous and called
Striking a blow for freedom
Our hands fisted and balled
For with God before us victory is guaranteed
Feisty and forceful yeah that's We
And like the mighty Alpine ibex goat
We will climb and scale new heights
Up the rough side of the mountain
With only one goal in sight
To eradicate our abusers
By any means at all
Women of impact # not me too
Confident,courageous and called
Stepping out on faith
Trusting in the God we all love and know
And symbolically like Jael with hammer in hand
For freedom we'll strike a blow
Striking a blow for freedom
Decisive we now act
We are women liberators
We are women of impact
Rumi said, “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.”
And how ancient tales can still feel true.
The odyssey of my heart began with barely a clue—
then there you were on stage,
and then… then I knew:
my searching ended with you.
Vivacious Vee, rare as a golden diamond you are to me.
Your presence is sweet ambrosia nourishing my soul;
with you, the future feels already foretold.
You are the oxygen sustaining my flaming coal.
“I” is for inimitable—my phenomenal frau.
I could search high and low,
wade through sand and snow,
and still find no wonder on this earth
with a smile as beautiful, as luminous as yours.
Confidence is what your mind and body exude—
never one to stagnate or brood.
To understand, you display presidential patience;
to forgive, you wield wisdom that extinguishes every feud.
Taste sweet as philter’d wine with an addicting scent,
like a whisper of vanilla drifting through a vineyard at sunset.
If I could bottle your essence,
I’d promise to keep it
and label it Victoria’s Secret.
Omnipresent is the connection of our yearning souls,
waiting to unite and once again be set ablaze.
Our highest moments are still untold;
The Great Liberators will be our hymns in future days.
Ravenous is my heart when your energy stokes its conflagration,
burning inside me, shaping new cosmic creations.
A passion even time will never sate—
only tamed by the sweet taste of your sun-kissed nape.
Impossible… maybe forever ineffable to describe
these heart-strings of enigma
that overwhelm my chest with warmth and purpose—
the greatest phenomenon unobservable by the eyes.
At times I ponder
what magnanimous deeds
my past life must have done
for God to bless me with your heavenly presence.
Rumi… I did it. I found the one.
Fin.
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vacant control tower hisses in static~
a Morse code signaling the absence of departing flights.
B-24s dissolve into prairie stars,
fuel streaks fading like old film burns.
Midnight mechanics still roll toolbox shadows
across tarmacs swallowed by prairie crabgrass.
a windsock flaps—empty, always empty~
counting dead radio waves as prayer beads.
barracks hum with old Glenn Miller,
though the record needle’s been stuck for decades.
midnight taxi lights still trace the runway,
guiding no one home.
airfield ghosts wear leather bomber jackets,
not shrouds, sighing at how quietly war forgets.
*“The southwest corner of Kansas was once home to Liberal Army Airfield. For 27 months, from April 1943 to September 1945, the desolate plains of Kansas were alive with the deep throaty roar of the B-24 Liberator. The Liberal Army Airfield trained approximately one-quarter of all B-24 commanders. Residents of the area recall few days and nights in which they did not hear the familiar roar of the big Pratt & Whitney engines flying overhead. What was once a wheat field, a symbol of peace, became thousands of feet of concrete runways used to train pilots for vital World War II missions. To this day, many of the runways and structures of the base still survive. Years have passed since the inception and closure of the base, but its history will always be a part of Liberal, Kansas. (Source: frugalfrigate.com/book/9781467162289)”
The Liberal Army Airfield was also where my father spent his wartime years servicing the B-24 Liberators. My mother was working as a civil service clerk at the airfield. The two of them met in August 1944 and were married in November 1944 at the Airfield Chapel.
you may read the related memoir vignette at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/ill_be_seeing_you_13598
ALL RISE!!!
All rise
Let's make welcome
The brightest son of our land
Whose industrious lifestyle
Has paved, pave and paving ways
For our liberation and spiritual growth.
All rise
A sentence of honor and horror
For the hour of aquital and sentencing
When hope is elated or dashed.
All rise
To the son of the soil
Whose activities are channel
Towards bringing us out of slavery
And fought our battles for independence dependence
Making us vulnerable to Gs.
Daily give credence to the Gs for loans
And highly security system in blessing our minerals
All hail the Gs for fatting on us
While we are daily shrinking.
A step to liberation
Is a threat to the peace of the world
Gadaffi, Ibrahim and others
Are the villains of Africa
While the Gs are our heroes
Just like CBEX and MMM
Served as the last hope of the Poor.
All rise
To the black
Whose belly is never filled up
Like Oliver's twist to bless the Gs
That education on his land
Is not worth attending
The health facilities are not worth its use
Justice system is seen to be outdated
Yet Black's life matters
In convention or in reality?
Nothing is seen to be wrong
Not supporting the liberators
That the Gs are making to be our foes.
We need messiahs
To open the veil off our faces
But how soon will this be?
Life and time will not delay
Time is running fast away
Life is now today, today
Up! And On!
What a lovely sound from C.M.S. Grammar school!
Could the hope of liberty be lost?
No, never.
An affirmation is laid in our heart by Alma Mater
Africa will surely rise
Fail we not in high emprise
Hidden here the secret lies
Up! And On!
No matter how much we rise
In your honor to our dishonored
It will come to pass
That in your colours
You'll say,
All rise to us
©?Olorunleke Olorode
They are the fruits
of our sown seeds
in the womb of life;
They are the foot-stepped
followers of today’s times
and its challenges;
They are the precious gifts
that our Creator’s love
has given us to cherish;
They are the navel travelers
whose pathway we must palisade
with love’s wisdom and guidance:-
Let us daily remind them
God has gifted them worthily
To overcome life’s challenges:-
Let us daily remind them
That in the challenges of life,
“Don’t be sorry; be aware:-”
Let’s daily African Proverb them:
“To not know is bad;
To not wish to know is worst:-”
Let us daily aware them:
NI & divine wisdom seeks liberty;
AI can deviously stream shackling:-
Remember, they are our heirs;
The blessed liberators we’ve waited for
To ensure our eyes’ mountaintop prize:-
I heard the promise of freedom,
Became an eager volunteer,
Welcomed you to my country
When you arrived here.
Now, my world is in ashes.
My life in despair
I worked in your cause
But you just don’t care.
You came here as liberators
Stayed here for twenty years
Then like all schoolyard bullies
Upped sticks and disappeared.
A chaotic withdrawal
But that’s what you do,
Turn tail and run when
The going gets hard for you.
You broke all your commitments
As you left most of us behind
It seems to be a case of
Out of sight out of mind.
I am one of the very many
Victims of your thoughtless wars
Who believed in your intentions
And fought in your cause.
Disillusioned and in danger
I ask my self the question why
What did I do do wrong that
You left me here possibly to die.
All over so very quickly when
You decided it was time to go
And my world so very quickly
Returned to a previous Status Quo
Put not your faith in fine words
Because when all said and done
You seem to know no diplomacy
Other than that of bullet and gun.
And we join the millions of victims
Of yet another unfinished cause
As you return to Fortress America
From yet another unfinished war.
This poem does not in anyway disrespect the American Forces with whom I worked in the past, or the American people, just your crazy politicians, who like mine, will fight to the last drop of somebody else’s blood.
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit
supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading
liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
The heart of a man thrives wholly
with the respect of a woman whose nurturing
soul is not threatened by his strength
but finds comfort in his protective care.
The love of a woman is won completely
by a man willing to lay bare his vulnerability
at the mere sight of her approving smile
or the touch of her healing hands.
And neither is threatened by the role of the other,
but are wise in the ways of their creator,
in whose infinite wisdom
endowed each with opposite strengths
so they may be equal partners
walking forth solidly hand in hand
as co-conquerers of challenge
and liberators of love.