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when a parent of a child
experiences
with an odd mixture of shame,
humor & wonder,
that very first lie
which their children tells them,
does this parent experience the same feeling that they
themselves did
when they found out that
santa
wasn’t real?
like the slim difference between
a hysterical laughing face
&
a hysterical crying face,
that flipside reflection
of being let down by
reality,
comes swinging in your direction,
cornering you in the ring---
and do you believe in some kind of
creator?
as a parent who will lie to their child about
santa,
will you continue to conjure,
piggybacking on that greatest of great lies---
passing it on like an
std of the heart & mind?
in remembering the insignificance of
praying to a work of fiction,
why do you perpetuate that same
dissatisfaction that comes in perpetuating
your own perceived societal obligation
to
believe,
when in all honestly,
you are lying to yourself every day of your
life?
paraphrasing mr. maher in his work of genius,
“religulous,”
certainly, not believing that a fat man with a beard
could possibly deliver presents to every good little
boy & girl on this planet
in one night,
has a familiar ring to it,
when you consider the possibility of an
omniscient being
answering all the prayers of everyone that is
praying
on this planet,
every single time they ring in.
in a related
tangent:
it seems justifiable that when churches, temples
& mosques get tax breaks,
that in return,
the believers who attend weekly,
should have to wear some kind of prophylactic suit that would
keep their children from being
infected with
disease
before they have a chance to protect themselves
with rational
inquiry.
Jesus Spends the Day Slitting Gizzards
By Elton Camp
Jesus came to this town one month ago.
At first he found the going rather slow.
What he said made no sense to most.
Little accomplishment could he boast.
Were it not for a flophouse bed,
He’d have no place to lay his head.
If the authorities knew he was around,
They would have run him out of town.
Places where Jesus offered his help
Said, “Away from here please step.
We aren’t interested in the likes of you.
To be seen in your company won’t do.”
His clothes came from the thrift store
Cast-off things others came to abhor.
And when Jesus needed to eat,
Soup kitchen couldn’t be beat.
A downtown church he tried to attend,
But found he wasn’t wanted as friend.
“You must please go to some other place.
Your presence here would be a disgrace.”
The pastor looked at him with all scorn.
“It’d be better if you’d never been born.
You’ll never be welcome in this town,
To our church no more come around.”
Jesus sadly shook his head.
“The gospel you’ll not spread?”
Preacher said, “It may be a little rude,”
For our church you are far too crude.”
“But I think that it could be fine
In chicken plant to work the line.
They take folks of your type
If about pay you don’t gripe.”
Jesus found it not so very hard
To get a job without a green card
“Okay, Hey-Soos, start to work today
And in two weeks you draw your pay,
But if the INS comes around
To Mexico you will be bound
For you must not to them deny:
About citizenship you told a lie.”
So that is how it came to be.
Jesus working seven to three.
A place where he couldn’t be seen.
Using the gizzard slitting machine.
Some time ago
A late night supper
Was set for me
Steaming dishes
Plates
Glasses
Solitary salt and pepper
In silver trim
All waited for me
On white linen.
Finished
I sat back
Drink in hand
Remembering
Life takes many roads
Some twisted
Others narrow and endless
Signs
Glowing in the night
Dot the lonely highway
Pointing in different directions.
Take nothing for granted
Until it’s done
Take what you need
And need what you take
Compromise
Half of something is better than all of nothing
Keep your life simple
You need only one home
If you choose the monastic life
You need less than that
Pace yourself
Only a reckless fool lives like
They’ll die tomorrow
No one can go back
To start a new beginning
But everyone can start today
And make a new ending.
Keep your word
People work hard for their money
Count yours carefully
And spend it wisely
Love all
Trust few
Believe only God
An enemy can never betray you
Only a friend can.
Your family is all you have
Provide for them
And they will stay with you.
Every mistake tells a story
Be willing to learn
Experience is hard to come by
Book learning is good
But hard work and talent
Will unlock your dreams.
In the quiet of night
When the beating of your pulse
Is all you hear
Be honest
Know the difference of
Following your heart
And reading between the lines.
when a christian is laughing along with you
&
enjoying your presence,
at work or while in a social context
&
then somehow by some random comment
the fact that you do not believe in the work of fiction they abide by
or
worship that infamous underdeveloped dramatic character from
nazareth
as they do,
you may get to see a human face quickly wrinkle up in disgust or anger
as if a pug
was crossbred with some kind of wild boar
whose snarling would wake up the neighbors
& whose filthy idiotic grumblings
are made only with the
purest absolute self-righteous certainty,
with a dash of condescension &
a couple handfuls of hope that there is in fact a
place where everybody who doesn’t believe as they do
will
one
day
finally
burn.
you may get to even see them turn completely around,
walking away from you as if you have suddenly lost
all substance as a human being &
while from out of the woodwork will come those that say
“we are not all like that,”
the fact remains,
they believe in the same ridiculous
fairytales.
they have read the book of revelation
they hope in their hearts that when their savior comes
that he will wash the earth clean of
scum like you
so that they will no longer have to answer any questions
about the validity of their claims &
they can all live happily ever after
baaaaaaa-ing in unison
& relishing in the fact that their enemies got their just desserts.
What do you do when you walk into a Pizza Place? You order, wait at least 30 minutes,
right? Yes, and then the only other option is to listen, never dreaming you can also learn.
The delivery lady, a young, black who is exhausted bolts through the door carrying the same
large pizza warmers that she left with an hour ago. Bedragled and void of smile, she stops at
the counter saying, "Whew,what a night I done had!"
"Girl, what chew doin back here? You still got dem pizzas? What happened"?
"It wuzn't on the boulevard. It was down dis gravel road and my car bumped all over all dem
holes. Dey ain't on the boulevard, dey ain't! Aint no people dere"!
"Girl, Waz da matter wit you? I gave yew a map"!
"Yeah, I knowed but dey didn't have no money to pay me wit"
"Girl, dey done paid by credit card. You gotta go back dere now!"
An older delivery man is sitting at a table waiting to pick up his order to deliver
it "somewhere" and he shouts loud, "Girl, Welcome to my world!" then he adds
"I gotta go pick up my daughter but if I can work an extra hour, I'll get a friend to pick her
up."
OMG, I can feel their pain but do they really have any pain? This is a normal work week for
them and they are grateful for that extra hour of work to get that pay.
This is the real world. I don't live in the real world and I don't think that I ever did.
Talk to me..
In this modern day world where being average is applauded,
Wannabe’s and the fame hungry incomprehensibly rewarded.
These days it seems the talent less succeed,
Their lack of skills, and humility, beaten by only their greed.
The young and indulgent, saying ‘I want to be different’,
If only they could see their words inconsistent,
For if they truly meant what they said,
Then they surely would do something else instead,
A doctor, a scientist, an architect maybe,
These jobs are ‘different’!…or perhaps that’s just me?!!
Wouldn’t it be great to find a cure for cancer,
‘nah’ say these kids, ‘I wannabe a dancer’,
Well then how about being the next Albert Einstein,
‘no thanks, I’ll marry a footballer, his money will be mine!‘.
‘Celebrities’ intelligence, seemingly minimal,
Look at their lifestyles, their luxuries criminal,
And just how do they go about getting these things,
Often by showing their breast and belly button rings.
These comments harsh…in some cases untrue,
Some have skill and work hard at what they do,
But watching the news brings total frustration,
Gone are the days when I was proud of my nation.
.
Go out get a job, work hard and graft,
Not like so many, living off mum’s overdraft,
Kids and benefits, a modern day goal,
No wonder my country has lost its soul….
Bobby comes home from work to screaming kids and a nagging wife;
Feeling as if he hasn’t had a moment of peace in his entire life.
Jackson comes home from work to a dark and empty house;
Longing to fill the void of it all with offspring and a spouse.
Betty changes a dirty diaper and wipes a running nose;
The last time she pampered herself, only heaven knows.
Janet fixes another meal made especially just for one;
Wondering if her eligible days have all come and gone.
Each of them looks deep inside not liking what they see;
Convinced that everyone else in the world has a better reality.
Bobby watches his kids score a goal and his wife fixes him supper;
The pride he feels and love he shares works like a natural upper.
Jackson relaxes with a good book and listens to his favorite musician;
Comfortable with the freedom to do what he wants without any imposition.
Betty gets a big hug and a kiss from kids who say they love her;
The times she feels happiest is when she is helping out another.
Janet shares time with wonderful friends without any sexual tension;
And feels sorry for those unhappily married whose choices they often question.
Each of them looks deep inside and are happy with their destination;
Some days are good and some days are bad no matter our life situation.
All ye who enter here
despairing statues of salted liberty,
merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger
to range free falling Victorian bricks
and mal-bourne sticks
to land here with now
with all arrived before you
prepared to grace Earth’s healthy breathing space
and time of BrickWork connecting sacred place,
restructuring minds co-infesting recomposing bodies,
bay to mountain swinging resonant designs
recycling Earth’s health-bourne habitation,
celebration
with all entering good humored here
with bad tumored now
climates of each day’s great dissonant transition.
LifeWork EcoLogic draws history written by our stars.
BrickWorld Cathedrals incarnate Earth’s green musings
sung by sunlight’s empowering designers
of MultiCultural ReGenesis.
Seek within our lower reaches
to resolve with sensory roots
reforming crowns
searching hidden ex cathedra gold,
deep beneath not-so-rushing,
lead headed crushing stone.
Conjoin these bricks
of nature’s rich vocation light,
regenerous
religious enbrightenment
to guide our humbled exodus
until we enter here once more
to sing and dance
among Earth’s ReGenerate Cathedrals.
There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she
She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea
Poured another cup, ......she should get up!
for chores and roll her sleeves
She had much work to do, but her good intentions flew
like feathers in a breeze
Instead of mops and brooms, she would sing a cheery tune...
while she danced around the room..
Sudsy dish pans full....but Mother Nature pulled
her to the sunshine for a stroll
Her bed unmade, her bills unpaid,
But instead she picked a daisy
Beneath a sunny sky
......she heard the lullaby
of the birds that sing on high
She had meals to cook
but would rather look
at the snowtop hills nearby
So much work undone, and the dinner?......NONE!
But she fed her soul instead!
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For Linda Marie's Contest "I Am Bored With _______
By Carrie Richards
When disrespect is given
Never expect generosity
When fakeness is proven
Never expect the same treat
When a sorry is said but not taken in action
Don’t ever imagine or wait for forgiveness
In this case it is never granted
Cold frosty rude looks should be from the person
Who got no respect?
Not the other way round
Life is there; don’t wait for good things to come
Go running after them
Take each opportunity
Strengthen each relationship
Hard work is the key for every success
Organize your life
Schedule each day
Live with gratefulness for being alive
Live with hope for what good to come
Never expect happiness is in your house
Unless you open its door
Cover your sadness
Never show you’re weak
Communicate and socialize
Meet new friends
And never forget old ones
Never rely or depend on anyone
Be independent
Don’t beg for any needs
Live and work
Earn and buy
If you want something
Do it your self
Feel some pride
Ignore silly mistakes
Always remind yourself
Of how a greater person you would be
For doing something an ordinary couldn’t…