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The psychedelic oranges and greens of the seventies
Brought scads of foils and flocks into homes that had been
Saturated before with flowered, and vined wall papers.
Nehru jackets, hippies, flower children, and Viet Nam soldiers
Permeated the news, saturating our breakfast newspapers.
Colored TV is exciting, but worth the extra expense? Not sure.
Children are joining communes, making new families.
Questioning their parents, their politicians, and the war.
A war which the young soldiers are not allowed to question.
Religion is losing her grip on the family.
Sex is no longer blatantly reserved for marriage.
A revolutionary time brought about on the heels of hero assassinations.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and the Kennedy boys glancing down
From their heavenly seats, wondering what is to become of us.
I wish I could say things got better….
often in the grand scheme of life
God will use the least
to achieve His providential purposes
to give His children relief
God doesn't rely on those
who think they know it all
He'll utilize the most unlikely
when to a mission they've been called
the majority will become the minority
until they comprehend
God doesn't regard one's station
He regards their heart within
God doesn't rely on those
who think they know it all
He'll utilize the most unlikely
when to a mission they've been called
one bold soul was Jeremiah
the prophet with the big heart
his mission to tell the people
don't forget their covenant with God
one bold soul was Moses
the Egyptian raised Hebrew
an instrument God used
to forge freedom for the Jews
In the providential purposes
of God's master plans
He will call on anyone
to take up His stance
God doesn't rely on those
who think they know it all
He'll utilize the most unlikely
when to a mission they've been called
one bold soul was
the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King
his purpose to pull down the walls of segregation
So freedom could ring
he put his life on the line
In the fight for equality
he spoke the unadulterated gospel
with courage and bravery
God doesn't rely on those
who think they know it all
He'll utilize the most unlikely
when to a mission they've been called
So many bold souls
full of humanity
Individuals saturated
with a godly propensity
God doesn't rely on those
who think they know it all
He'll utilize the most unlikely
when to His mission they've been called
Your severe terrorists threats ring out like bombs like I’m bin laden when actually you used your corrupt badge to try and extort my American poetry for my killers thee Gargano crime family obsession with my livelihood because they blew up my skull with a car bomb because Peter adored my American poetry terrorist threats because my African American grandfather was hired to protect the cardinals future pope’s catholics hiding from Hitler at Saint Sebastian church your bullying shoot to kill U66 shoot to kill represents a shoot to kill on my life to be killed because I refuse to allow gargano to extort my American poetry U66 shoot to kill civil rights activist leaders and their children no I will never ever forgive American domestic terrorist you are fake news fraud bullies terrorizing me for not allowing an imposter to extort my American poetry kill me now I’m American I am American back off Gargano crime family of corruption you are dangerous violent scum shoot me for my own poetry well I’m Medger Evers go ahead shoot I’m Mr Little shoot I’m Martin Luther King shoot me many have died for less and I have been suicidal not sure if I could go to heaven but I challenge you to shoot me Ciro Gargano Peter Gargano and your entire clan shoot me over my American poetry invest my traumatic brain injury claim go ahead shoot to kill me 1966 shoot all civil rights advocates and their families what a perfect death good idea I’m in I’m unafraid shoot to kill me you missed 8-14-2003 Rasta Andrew died coming to end my life over my American poetry so now you’re back shoot I’m here do it
God bless America
Supreme Court Justice
Civil rights advocates
Organized Crime law
"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces,
I would still plant my apple tree . . ." Quote - Martin Luther
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I have died twice,
sorry, I should be more precise;
I have twice knocked on the gate up above.
but was sent home with love.
It seems this girl still has things to do in this world,
so back to earthly living- with wings unfurled;
knowing this life is gnarled,
and today- must suffice.
Yes, today is mine,
for my tomorrow may not twine;
I have known often the sorrow- of death,
waited, weeping for a breath.
Have loved my beloved like there is no tomorrow,
and been left in today- holding only sorrow;
somehow, finding strength to borrow,
waiting for- a sign.
So, I live moments,
for in life there are no agreements;
if tomorrow does not arrive for me,
it is 'cause there was no guarantee.
Oh yes, "What if there was no tomorrow?" You wrote,
well, my answer is- that in today I will float;
setting sail for my true north in a boat,
cherishing - life's fragments.
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August 19, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Tomorrow
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1174-422-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, What If There Was No Tomorrow
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
II. Fire
Walking with you each day was a blessing as not many people can say that they were building sweetheart moments. Enjoying our walks and talks every day was something that I would always cherish until it became obvious at the end of the year. We would eat together constantly and would be so close that we were thought of as a couple. Well, that possibility ended when I asked you to the prom and you stated that your mom and you had spoken and said that you could not go as it was only for upper classmen. How little did your mom know that upperclassmen could ask anyone to the prom. You claimed that you know and that you told your mom that I could take anyone. Were you too good for me as you wasted my time for the whole year? Is it possible that you were starting to be a character that would try to have me for yourself and only for when you wanted me? Waiting for you and even thinking about in the early days of the Wolf Pack was not on my mind as I saw other women who would make a better choice when compared to you. All you wanted was to gain association points of being around an upperclassman. Well, the fire started to smolder that day of your rejection. Each time you were invited to an event you never came. Martin Luther and your Protestant rubbish as you were a child in your mind and still are a child of your mind, yet you are younger than me by four years. Being a fool that once sought her treasure through the unfamiliar waters of other men has led me to speak words of fire. The whiskey you came to drink with a fool in Illinois is a popsicle. Calling wine fermented grape juice is more insulting. When you had the chance for my love you denied it for your own gain. You have claimed that you are not pure and that you only do the deed out of recreation. You spoke of your cycle as if we were lovers. When the last person you were with passed into the void you claimed that you were sad as they were the only one who treated you like a girlfriend. With all my scars I do not see value in you as you were one of the many that wounded me. Wounded me in years to come as you would not be there. Your stories are the fantasies in your life. Love to me is no longer worth anything. It is only wasted on the undeserving and on those that lie to others. My tears are of fire and evaporate before they hit the ground. I do not love you!
Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us cry out to our Overcomer and Leader
(And daily we need our Savior because of our behavior)
“Mein Körper und mein Blut” says Martin Luther
But it’s more than just elements
But we have faith (and sin we exchange)
For our development
(It’s a spiritual imbibing of Jesus Christ
Needed for the Christians ambling through this life)
Myriads and myriads of angels
Descending and ascending on Jacob’s Ladder
For periods and periods in eternal life
We will live this faith (with each other), and for our Master
(In closing hear the pastor’s call, to all)
The Law and The Gospel, they work in tandem
As the Old Testament handed the brush, the New Testament paints
This is our faith that’s not contrary to reason
And the reason for reason is The King of the saints
Dr. Martin Luther King is one of my heroes, and a spiritual guide.
I feel he is giving me ideas from beyond the veil, and I pay attention
Our connection is real, and mystical. I knew this as a child.
I visited his church in Atlanta, Georgia and his sermons were piped in.
When I heard him, I began to cry. He has had a profound effect on me.
I remember watching him on TV as a child, and wondering why ….
Why everyone did not feel like he did.
Why some people wanted to bomb churches and kill children.
Why everyone did not want word peace?
Dr. King brought Gandhi’s teachings to our hemisphere.
He believed in doing the right thing, he was righteous.
He was faithful, and good. A marvelous man, charismatic too.
He led peaceful marches, always advocating unity, peace and love.
Maybe because he was a minister’s son.
Maybe because he was a minister.
Maybe because he was super intelligent.
But I think it was because God had his hands on his shoulders.
Leading him.
I will never forget the feelings that came over me that day.
In Dr. King’s childhood church, when I heard his voice again.
I was overcome with happiness. Pure joy. He was an angel.
On earth, and now he is one in heaven. Advocating peace.
Happy Birthday Dr. King, I love you!
I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I am the Father and Mother of past, present and future
Peacemakers, Educators, Scientists, Musicians, Scholars, Kings and Queens
I am John Love the sharpener inventor
I am Mae C. Jemison the astronaut
I am Martin Luther King the peacemaker
I am Toni Morrison a contemporary novelist.
I am Muhammad Ali the boxer
I am Wilma Rudolph the Olympic track and field champion
I am Tiger woods the golfer
I am Lucy Laney the educator.
I am Jack Johnson the heavyweight
I am Rosa Parks the segregation leader
I am Jesse Wilkins the physicist and mathematician
I am Serena Williams a tennis player.
I am Isaac Murphy the great through-bred jockey
I am Bessie Coleman the first licensed African American pilot
I am Chester Burnett the blues singer
I am Eleanor Holmes a politician and civil rights activist.
I am Thomas Dorsey the father of gospel music
I am Chadwick Boseman the famous Black Panther actor
I am Barack Obama the forty-four first
Black Afro-American president, we are the future.
We are the hope for the lost and forgotten generation.
I tell you in all of this, this and that.
There is a thesis, an antithesis, and a synthesis.
I tell you in all of this, this and that.
There is a thesis, an antithesis, and a synthesis.
Black, White, Brown.
Good, Evil, Salvation.
Right, Wrong, Humility.
Free Market, Communism, Sharing.
Afrocentrism, Feminism, Womanism.
Love, Hatred, Transformation.
Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis.
Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis.
My King was a Luther, though not Lutheran.
And he believed in thesis, antithesis, synthesis.
And I serve him.
My Queen was a slave, and she was raped over and over yet survived to raise her
children.
And she believed in thesis, antithesis, synthesis.
And I serve HER.
My Savior was a Jew and a Gentile.
Jew by birth, Gentile by acceptance.
And he believed in thesis, antithesis, and synthesis.
My Lord is a Woman and a Man.
And She believes in thesis, antithesis, synthesis.
My heart is tormented and joyful, empowered and defeated.
And it believes in thesis, antithesis, synthesis.
We are the children of insanity.
But we, the brown, the black, the beautiful rejected.
We are chosen to bring balance.
Through thesis, antithesis, and synthesis.
Because in the end. There is a sound.
Because in the end. There is a sound. A sound of truth that will not be denied.
And that will lead us to the other side.
Open your mind, as I rekindle an old fire,
of a great man's dream, a great man's desire
Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream he said,
in an era, in which many people he had led
He envisioned a new world in his minds eye,
dying for that vision, yet his dream didn't die
Dreams of a new world where kindness is not new
Where loving thy neighbor was, the thing to do
Every culture, and color could live as one
No wars to fight, because all have been won
Different is normal, no longer being bad
None fear the unknown, the knowledge is had
No one is perfect, and none feels hate
Each of us are in control, of our very own fate
With all men being equal, with no more unjust
Transforming, all mankinds hatred into trust
A great man dreamed, dying showing us how
Only we can achieve his dream for him now
An older poem posted now for M.L.K. JR's birthday