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Blue collared of the swindled lot, cannot resent just brace
Credibility so easily slapped for rough hide when pieces put into place
Daybreak compels list of chores into focus
Semblance to rain faberge for owners of circus
Stolid apparell for hauling load, a sanctioned acrostic of strength
Entered by destiny but no exit even if they desire from this labyrinth
Justice a joke in fractal trigonometry
Law a limbered warble for rich but austere for those in poverty
Dusk time in regailing assortment of means to satiate hunger pangs
Overlooking the shoulders, for the voted cult may suck scraps over tax returns
Samiha's serpentine gaze keeps vigil for mendacious ritual by rich perennially every May
Sustainance on others ration will ensnare them in a time warp of condemn and ruin someday
wonderful fimagery
a fibulation of truth
a frenetic shark-tooth
puncturing the carotid
artery, artistically
fandom of fibs
will coddle your desperation,
lean into your fabulous
collection of fables, fry
the fish according to recipe
mendacious media robots
move their mechanical jaws
plainly stating the news -
the words they choose
according to choice list
listless and yawning
it’s never dawning on them
that the puppet master
controls the strings
of jaws, eyelids and
applause
plausible lies
they’re after
laughter in the rafters
hell’s forever after
8/15/2022
Exodus 20:16, 23:1; Matthew 15:19; Revelation 21:8
The two rulers were King Ahab and Queen Jezebel
from the city Jezreel, in the land of Israel.
A vineyard owned by another man in the city
became a very coveted piece of property.
This is a plot of ground stationed in propinquity
to the royal couple’s palatial facility.
King Ahab sought a vegetable garden for the land.
He’d pay any price, no matter how great the demand.
The man owning the property was Naboth by name.
He was a prominent subject of Jezreel with fame.
Always a proud man forever loyal to his king,
Naboth declined the king’s great offer for everything.
“I cannot sell the land of my fathers,” he would say.
Therefore, dejected Ahab got up and went away.
Later that night, the king and queen were in the palace.
The king’s presence invoked the queen’s inherent malice.
Queen Jezebel noticed the king’s languid sullenness.
She asked, “Why do you have this sudden unhappiness?”
Ahab told her of the unfortunate happening.
Hearing this made her question the power of the king:
“What you have told me is the most ridiculous thing
The words you have spoken have an unfamiliar ring.
I‘ll show you how it‘s done. I can handle everything!”
She wrote a letter to the officials of Jezreel
told what they had to do, and affixed the king’s seal.
The message told them to place Naboth in position.
Two mendacious accusers in a situation
will remark of Naboth’s unfaithfulness and treason.
Once you do this, before Naboth takes another breath,
all of you shall take him outside, and stone him to death.
With the mission accomplished, the queen received the word.
Here was the brief evil speech of the queen the king heard:
“Naboth is dead my king; I said it would not be hard.
Therefore, go king of Israel and claim your vineyard.”
The prophet Elijah soon appeared before the king,
This man of God conveyed the Lord’s message he did bring.
“Your blood shall be spilled here, and also that of the queen.
Dogs will consume Jezebel, and little will be seen.”
There are many kinds of wars some make you die some make you cry
when your far away suffused in gunpowder, you learn to live and lie
A red letter day arrived, their baby was born blue, cold and stillborn
he sat in the bunker away from atomic blasts grief soaked and forlorn
Jim walked in and released his gunny sack " dam the war " what you got
stoic and in shock he wheezed, coughed took a drag of cigarette, wot?
There are many kinds of wars, some make you die some make you cry
today was not a day for tears, with a mendacious smile he prayed to die .
July 20, 2022
Sponsor Faraz Ajmal
Contest Name Tears of a Valiant Soldier
The doctor asked, “Any bizarre thoughts occurred to you?”
Mr. Trexler, the patient, had many since age two.
However, as he would mention with hesitation,
“Bizarre” was the psychiatrist’s reiteration.
The patient noticed the analyst’s keen scrutiny.
Despite all the thoughts, there was no spontaneity.
He felt pressured to produce answers in a hurry
Trexler’s mull would be, “How about the rhesus monkey?”
This patient had realized the doctor’s time was short.
He wondered which item might elicit a retort.
The Madison Avenue bus incident would stall
any possible response from the patient at all.
Mr. Trexler responded to the doctor’s question.
“No bizarre ones” he said with some slight inhibition.
This patient’s session dragged on for twenty minutes more.
At the end, the psychiatrist let him know the score.
“You’re scared,” said the doctor. “Do you want to know what for?
You have pushed your chair away from me across the floor.
Moving back a few inches is an indication
that you are overcome with a slight trepidation.”
They shook hands as the patient showed a mendacious grin.
As Mr. Trexler left, the next patient entered in.
A previous experience would pass in review:
This was riding the bus on Madison Avenue.
A week later, Trexler was back in the patient’s chair.
For many weeks thereafter, he would find himself there.
He began each session with thick vapors in his mind.
Other physiological symptoms he would find.
This man harbored neurotic feelings of the worst kind.
They were all too common and each rendered him resigned.
The doctor asked, “Have you found something giving relief?”
Trexler replied, “Yes, a drink” was his answer quite brief.
The patient saw each time had almost no difference.
He would soon assume psychological transference.
By placing himself within the psychiatrist’s stance,
Mr. Trexler soon discovered pattern resemblance.
This proved to be nothing new to this doctor’s patient.
Vicarious events came from things that were latent.
Trexler might see himself in other occupations
as a barber, cab driver, or priest with oblations.
To be continued
So, like I said
awhile ago,
I'm reading until totally dead
"Systems Thinking for Social Change."
With four primal turning and returning seasons
of natural yet spiritual developments
between dusk of where we disenchantedly are,
and dawn of where we would become re-enchanted
cooperatively together.
Unfortunately,
I cannot see past systemic Stage Zero
Notice resilient integrity
especially by engaging key disabled stakeholders
in our current disenchanting dusk.
The usual dust
stereotypically non-elite,
Stage Zero invites each disabling unity
to re-enchant ecstatic dreams of belonging
restorations with hurting sources of hope
yet fractured
wounded
sick
diseased
criminalized
victimized
raped
purchased way too cheaply,
abused
neglected
feared
angered
insane
hearing voices of souls and soils and species endangered
disenchantments inside primal green reforesting
Turtle Island
sacred naked Space
for a stone-soup fire-circle re-commitment celebration.
Green SkyWoman's revolutionary choir-room
for naming mendacious chirps
and labeling disenchanting bleats,
pecks
and hammers,
bites
and thrusts,
cooks
and eats,
twitters
and tweets
our songs
and danced enchanting journeys
west and east
with any systemically disabled ecstatic species
In MotherEarth's continuing reforesting project
for healthier DNA wealth
through futures cooperative
global through local systemic resonance.
Change
re-establishing StageZero
outside common RealTime sacred ground
creates inside resonant revisions
of what healthy polypathic regenerators want
to cooperatively achieve.
To less conservatively grasp continuing disenchantments
with where we remain deconstructively stuck
competing for ultra-violet enlightenment
multicultural ecstasy
of polycultural polyphonic blessing
WinWin ZeroZones
for Ego-EcoLogical Resonance.
Here Yang ultra-nonviolent
With Now Yin at least not not green
through aquamarine
Integrity's stone-soup ancient Paradise Lost,
now new reborn enchantment found
and bound toward NighTime's ecstatic integrity.
The law teachers, and the elders, arrested Jesus.
They went to see the high priest whose name was Caiaphas.
Peter followed into the courtyard at a distance.
The chief priests and Sanhedrin tried to get evidence.
They looked for it in order to give a death sentence.
Two men would appear to render mendacious comments.
They said, “The temple of God this man wants to raze.
He claims he can rebuild it all in only three days!”
Caiaphas spoke, “Do you hear the men’s testimony?
Why don’t you answer? You maintain taciturnity!
Please tell us, are you the Son of God? What is your plea?”
Jesus replied to the high priest, “Yes, it’s as you say.
However, to all of you, there shall soon come a day.
The Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven will be
sitting at the right hand of God; everyone will see!”
The angered high priest yelled, “He has spoken blasphemy!
Tell me; is this man worthy of the death penalty?”
They would strike him, and spit on him, and said, “Prophecy!
Tell us which ones among us hit you. What did you see?”
Peter was sitting in the courtyard where there would be
a servant girl saying to him, “You’re from Galilee!
You were one of the men with that man they call Jesus.
I know you were with that man! Why don’t you please tell us?”
“I don’t know him. I never saw him!” Peter would say.
However, another girl saw him at the gateway:
“You were with that Nazareth man earlier today.
You are from there also! Your accent gives you away”
Peter would answer her, “There’s a lot of room for doubt.
I was not there. I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
An hour later, another person would appear.
“I saw you with him, also!” is what Peter would hear.
“There is no way I was near him”, was Peter’s reply.
That was the third time knowing Jesus he would deny.
Suddenly, everyone would hear a rooster crowing.
This event would then leave Peter very well knowing
the truth of Jesus, and his earlier prophecy.
Therefore, Peter would go away weeping bitterly!
To be continued
Written for the contest: Alliteration Nursery rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: 11/6/2024 12:00:00 AM
Placement: 1st
For friends and folks of foolish forests' frogs!
Darkness deals with your dusty dirty wares,
Shadows shine, shimmering in sheering sears,
Stars twinkle topmost on the tossing trees,
To crisply cuddle the blistering breeze.
Fearless forests friends forbid foolish spies,
Listen long, lively laughter lifts no lies,
Even evenings eager to call you fools,
And shame the sour scents of your playing pools.
Ban any boot of blame from your long legs,
Many mysterious mouths mock your eggs,
Hidden hearts hum horrible haunting hymns,
While their fears for you fret on fragile limbs.
Godly ghosts guests fought fetish friends and folks,
Fresh fears then froze your frantic frenzy croaks,
Marring you from making mendacious cry,
While waiting where the worst will walk you by.
Evangelical fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Zionist or Atheist or...
turn away from gospel culture and culturally contextualized scripture
inspired by a God/dess of liberal multicultural divine love,
synergy,
regeneration,
grace,
gratitude for and of secular/sacred
nature/spirit bilateral integrity.
Evangelical chauvinists
would return back into Elite color-blind
egocentric
competitive monocultural self-promotion--
a viral xenophobic cult
nihilistically expired
by an anti-historical Negative Thunder God
of jealous retribution,
anthrocentric self-righteous violence,
punishing judgment against multiculture-loving self with elder others,
isolating evolutions
heading toward a decomposing chaotic PlanetEarth anger and fear
fascist dark-rapture hate-mongering
burning and ballistic climates
of pathological hell's eternal violently punishing capital-infested
not so Great GreyScale Devolution.
Because orthodox sacred theology
is more love-consistent with basic secular ecological interdependence,
we would be healthier graced
to exercise more conservative recycling passions
about what we PositivEnergy multiculturally hope for,
have more liberating faith in,
love with lavish green liberally nutritious integrity
more than stuck in greyscale shades of redblooded nationalism
Exegetical extract and hoard ecopolitics
of monoculturally bloated and addictive mendacity.
Evangelical cooperative Earth-ownership democrats
would turn toward GreenGospel MultiCultures
and historically informed Wisdom Literature
co-arising divinely inspired orthodox Love scripture
and DNA secular/sacred health inscription,
climate nurturing love,
synergetic wealth,
graced integrity.
A God/dess of infinite Love
could not support monocultural chauvinism.
S/he leaves that SuperElite agenda
for the wrong Fear and Anger secularists,
mendacious Hate marketers,
paranoid patriarchal reductivists.
Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made
Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back
In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets
A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory
The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice
Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity
Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered
A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion
Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been
not touching the soul properly
The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid