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Heaven’s above, Hell’s below,
Purgatory’s in the middle,
Guess what’s on the menu,
Our souls! To solve my riddle.
Players in the mix together,
Yes actors and entire cast,
Props and stars of their show,
Entertaining up to the last.
Gods and demons, decide
our comeuppance and fate,
Tomorrow’s judgement day,
Our life, is up for debate,
Watching over our theatrics,
Deliberating all mankind,
If a hung jury, will cast us back,
into the nether, nowhere time.
Born a Roman Catholic, was
indoctrinated this spiel, in school,
Beaten and punished harshly,
if not acceding to their rules.
That’s why I’m sceptical, about
organised religion, and it’s truth,
Why use corporal punishment,
unless dishing out bad fruit.
You’ll find cynical sentiment,
in some, if not many of my poems,
I’m not trying to influence,
That’s for you, and you alone.
I apologize to others, if offended,
I’m not trying, to tempt blind faith,
My message is, don’t be duped,
by con-artists, before it’s all too late.
Question everything, without exception,
What’s the harm, if nothing’s to hide,
Meet your creators, gaze upon them,
Project ones honesty, onto Gods eyes.
Now find I’m stuck in the middle,
Agnostic, my penchant is science,
How else, could I have turned out,
Chose my own path over forced compliance.
By
David Kavanagh.
I yearn to hear your soft footfalls
Come drifting down the hall,
To feel you curling up for warmth
Beside me, to hearten and enthrall.
No saucer waited by the sink.
No fur strands upon my chair.
No yellow eyes to taunt and slink,
From shadows near the stair.
I miss your slow forgiving purr.
That mends my broken day.
The quiet weight upon my bed.
That keeps the lonely dark away.
No shredded curtains by the door.
No gifts of prey upon the shelf.
No arrogant violin-string wails,
To pull me free from myself.
I never learned your secret moods.
Your flashes of offended grace.
The language spoken without words,
Inside a cute, cocky whiskered face.
No one is to share my grief,
As I post yet another 'Want Ad'.
Which says it all, really!
Suadade 'tis the cat I never had!
True friends are kindred spirits.
You know they are true friends
When the barriers come down. . .
when nothing that you say to them
could make them like you less.
And if they feel offended or let down by you,
you only have to talk things through.
Faults are forgiven; understanding prevails.
My best friends (other than my four fantastic sisters)
I’ve mostly met through poetry.
Some of them, as my friend Frank would say,
are unlikely.
Frank is the first "guy" who welcomed me
most warmly and encouragingly to PoetrySoup
when I came here almost two years ago.
I came to learn much about my new friend:
Frank Herrerra was born ten years before me
in an environment much different from my own.
When I was a small child, quiet and withdrawn,
Frank was out carousing, and when he was in school,
he was strutting down its hallways like a king.
I know this, for he told me.
True friends let their conversations take them
to any place at all. . . . and it’s all good.
He’s told me things sometimes I couldn’t quite believe
and later confessed he had been joking.
I guess I’m gullible, but I don’t mind.
I never had a teasing older brother,
but if he’d been my brother,
I’m sure that he’d have been the very best!
Despite all Frank’s bravado,
he’s compassionate and sensitive -
those qualities of the poet with heart and soul.
Best of all, he is sincere.
Unlikely friends - maybe.
True friends - I hope forevermore.
(inspired by the sweet poem Frank wrote for me today)
(This is only my opinion, only written to promote calm discussion or debate. I know nothing, am not an expert on anything. If you are easily Religiously riled, spiritually offended, do not read this. Period.)
The Devil is smart, subtle; he can control one without the controlled being remotely aware. He can appear beautiful and angelic like, surrounded by dazzling light. He is content with making some simply complacent, not believing in his existence. Complacency means that you will not consciously, prayerfully battle negative influences in the world. He doesn’t need a lot of active foot soldiers. He can make you financially secure, a weekend content church goer, as he does many, when it prevents you from deeper scrutiny and higher spiritual growth. Complacency helps him indirectly perpetuate evil influence in the world. Pop Culture: meditation is good...but meditation should not be approached and practiced as a touchy-feelgood, New-age fad. Without knowledgeable instructional understanding of mind, body, and spirit, meditation can lead to demonic possession. When one puts his mind and body into trance, if not protected properly, if not first being in the presence of God (the importance of understanding shallow meditation vs deeper meditation~ Omnipresence) one opens himself up to demonic possession. Possessed often do not know it. It’s very seldom like the movies. Psychic powers, psychic centers of the Cosmic Form, should not be stimulated unless one is totally prepared to become a priest of God, totally committed to selfless service of humanity 24/7. One should not mess with Mysticism as though it were another hobby, or simply an occasional pastime. Two scoop day or one. Subjects like Kundalini, spiritual fire for purification and transformation, should not be attempted without proper groundwork, without spiritual training – dedication involving total, complete surrender to Christ Principal (Son of God), otherwise it is tantamount to giving a 4 year old a loaded gun to play with. Am I suggesting then, that one should not Meditate? Absolutely not. And everyone starts as a novice. Psalm 19 verse 14: Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.” All meditation, whether done by novice or otherwise, should begin and end in God’s presence.
JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991.
We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction,
In which we both were in a win-win situation.
Since then, we became close friends,
Every week, she travelled a long way to see me,
Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts.
Which she made and delivered to many shops,
Displayed closed to the cashiers
And available for purchasing by the shoppers.
Once, she moved from North West inner city,
To South East outer suburban's villiage.
That did not stop her from visiting me.
That was how good she had treated and loved me as a friend.
The last time we spent going holiday together,
Travelling to Sydney with her partner.
It was nearly two decades ago.
Since then, as time went pass,
Our relationship gradually torn apart.
From time to time, she promised we would meet,
Eventually she broke all her promises,
But at least she rang to apologise,
After letting me waited at the meeting places.
Once, I waited for one hour
While working in the front garden of my house,
She called to tell me she was in Overseas.
Since then, I promised myself,
I never believe or trust her again.
One decade has gone,
She continued calling me,
I tactfully made excuses.
That I was very busy which was true.
I had no more time to wait on her.
Eventually, her partner disclosed to me,
She suffered Bipolar, a mental disease.
When she were happy and functioned normally,
She always made promises to people,
Genuinely thinking of pleasing them,
Then, when her moods were affected,
She forgot all her promises,
And unintentionally offended people including me.
Ever since I learned about her mental health issue,
I understood better and never
Angry or blamed her any more.
Each time she called and suggested we meet,
I just politely thanked for her offer,
Claiming I was busy with my daily activities.
Like playing piano, swim, travel, embroidery,
Poem writings and now A.I. helping
To make music and songs from my own poems.
This year, I met JC,
He behaved and resembled so much of my friend,
But I was unsure, if he suffered the same kind of mental illness.
Then, I would treat him accordingly without bitterness.
I stood on the steps
To look at a Girraffe
Enormous eyelashes
Soon caused me to laugh
She seemed some what offended
As She batted her eyes
She never had this affect
On any other guys
The oxygen must be thin
All of a sudden she could talk
She said if I kept laughing
She would turn around and walk
If any one was funny
She said it had to be me
A neck so short an scrawny
must make it really hard to see
She took her very long tongue
Started licking my ear
She said she'd never seen one
That was so small and so dear
I was a little surprised
As I took a short step back
I tripped and fell through the air
Then I landed with a wack
She could not help herself
It's her that had the last laugh
As for the butt bruised me
I seen a laughing Girraffe
She said so long shorty
I'm more into tall guys
She turned and away
As I yelled my goodbyes
My priorities to flow free
connect rhymes like 4G
collecting the glory
like no one before me.
Record it cus I can,
with technology at hand,
make my own brand,
that so hard to understand?
You're adjacent to the testicle,
and you're not the other ball,
you hang and you dangle
redundant of mantle.
Actions indefensible leaving me offended,
while these rhymes I extract through my pencil are splendid,
you did what he did and he did what she did,
and that's how the sheep live.
We've herd it before,
you just reword it and bore,
your poetry is traditional,
I map out the additional.
The expectations should expect
the exceptional next step,
the evolution I project
is here to accept.
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
The question is, why did he die?
Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.
His stance on peace, did fan the flame.
The assassin said that John did lie.
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
Mark shot him down, then seeking fame,
He read 'The Catcher in the Rye'.
Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.
New York had staged it's 'national game'.
Conspiracy was a theory, 'why'
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
With rumours rife, some gave a name,
As coded transcripts did imply.
Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.
By exploitation, did they frame
A mindless act, whoever by?
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
Psychotic dreams were said to blame.
I wrote this in march 2014. but i thought it might upset some people.
If so my apologies to anyone offended
She neither valued or appreciated his
love for her. She saw it as a means and opportunity.
Keeping a lot of men at her disposal were she was neither loyal to one or the other
: but centered her concern to herself and finding those who thought like her to make excuses to be as vain as she wished.She became uncomfortable not being the center of attention. She made her game clear, in view of all.
When the gentlemen she allowed to date her became interested in another woman. She played it cool until one day at a party her friends throw, she and her male friend sat and in came the drama. His ex and her new woman freind and her new Male friend. Everything was cool until. someone asked if provolone would be alright for the burgers, everyone agreed and everyone wished there pinkish. Well during the conversation about the kiwi,lime and gin drinks, someone said refreshing, everyone laughed and no one knew why. it offended the drinker who asked why the laughter. Oh knowthing, it's just something someone here say's all the time. Who he said, your date. Pausing yeah she say's that when we are intamate. she say's it quite often mind you said one guest. Thats when the fist were ah flying. Dude jumped the table and pounded dude like he was rowan C. Morehead or somebody. we broke them up and sent them ah packing. Later on Ole gal said guess I'll freshin up and everybody fell to the floor laughing!
Falling from cloud 10 (a self rejection collaboration)
King Mandalay!
Poet Destroyer, I want to tell you this
My heart is not ready to sing
I will always seal my love to you with a final kiss
So you can always feel you were once my everything
I am sorry I was too much for you on your lonely night
My ego is too strong for you to be with someone like me
Sorry, my heart beat will set you on cloud five away from the light
It's not you my love I need more dots to see
PD, It is not easy to feel overzealous
I became paranoid with this system that glistens
A friendship I destroyed by the thought that made me jealous
P.D., I don't think we could ever be friends I never did listens
My ways ruined the perfect expression of a perfect emotion
Once again what could have been a nurtured affection I ended
You will never again see the moon to my ocean
I will leave you now on cloud 5 hoping you don't feel offended
_________________________________________________
Poet Destroyer
King Mandalay, you’re my love and will always be my desire
With an endless world of possibilities you will forever own my heart
My heart for you will always burn with an eternal fire
I place my hand on my broken heart to another lonely street
Never will my heart beat feel complete
You were such a gift I did not want to live without
Without you I will go back to my cloud 5 the abyss of delete
I gave you my heart to the fullest, now why so much doubt?
King Mandalay, you spin my head round and round
Like a kaleidoscope ever color will crash above
You dropped my heart from cloud 10 right into the ground
Our friendship connected our fate into a promise of broken love
The gravity between me and you was really true in my heart
My lost emotions will break my unity to survive
You are the devil who ripped out my best body part
My energy will dive back into cloud 5 where life in no longer alive
CLOUD 5
COLLABORATION