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O The Pestilence ripens in the fields
as pest harvests the shops and till
Harvesting of diminished yields
To !REAL CONSPIRACY!
Sovereignty-PIRACY, tips the scales of justice,
feilty, unity, irony
A question mark with its answer
Written on the wall with pen of blood
and filth of ashened wills
and cheaply boughten thrills
Civil Wars and silencing to seal the deal
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and the
Crows counting the cost
Line by line
into perdition we go
Design upon design our Statement
of Mission creep O Ord
Bony fingers, Blood Drawing Board
Like Moths to a drain
Of
Energy
Of misconceived pipings; O synergy;
creams never veined
Of suave salves,
dealings of those that have only vain,
not the have nots but
Hearth-wicked flames
Unwritten names
half hooved of Thoth-Baphomet and the
Long-Toothed of his stage
The storm born, they,
Catching mud in your eye
Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway,
mucked dry
Are we rebirthed anew, awry
Eating our own tale of condensation
A trail of compensation trys
O The Pestilence ripens in the fields
as pest harvests the till
of diminished yields
To !REAL CONSPIRACY!
tipping the scales of justice,
feilty
The Treacherous Dealer deals Treacherously
Swat at your reality again,
Shew it away, once upon a dream
Fly off the handle,
do not debate rationality
Buzz in the garbage of backalley deeds,
lift up your back wings
Carrion to 1984 vid-19
Green screen
transitioning-to the scheme
Tampered, temper in lock step fashion
"we won't remember"
Country by Country,
seamless as its been, lock, stock and barrel
full of fun, funk, funking, really?!
SINS
O Unanimous consent!
Magnanimous, calamitous,
NO surrender NO repent!
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted lots
amongst the spit and gradually heated pots
crows, counted among the cost,
counting zeros,
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
Line by line
into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots
Into
Penitance, no
Penance, yes
Lusts succulent-grows
In laboratory tests
We
Like Moths to a drain
Of
Energy unsleeved
Perceived
Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy;
creams never veined
Of suave salves, dealings of those
that have only vain, not the have nots but
half wicked flames
Unwritten names
half hooved of Baphomet and the
Long-Toothed of his stage and scream
The storm born, we shall ride
that dark ride
In the precipitation of filth,
catching mud in our eye
Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway,
of breastly milk
of I am soaked wet in a dream
Of the Worlds reasonings why Apathy and Pride
are foolish runway brides
of souls Holiday-Window faux scene;
dressing-undressing after the honeymoon
of ignorance, arrogance blessing
Design upon design our Statement of Mission creep O Ord
Ordinance
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted sheeps,
crows, counted among the cost,
counting Warlords, drones left with money packed.
helicopters and jeeps
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
To self, a barrier in microscopic scop
A true Virus inbred by DNA STD of
a sinful nature and closed mind
To all but skeaze
Are we rebirthed anew, awry
Eating our own tale of condensation carriers,
pack mules
on the trail of compensation trys
Death Terriers of the ratio of phi
A Victim of the war
*
Steve L. Siegel
December 2, 2014
Once there lived a fine young city boy,
once so brave, true and Restless, filled with
energy And somewhat foolish too He went to join
the US Army Adventure filled his mind He knew that
for a soldier's life, all of this he was destined.
He did his training in a camp at Ft. Ord Calif.
Than on to Ft Benning GA, home of the jump school.
Where he became a member of the 101 First Airborne
Oh, man did he ever wear those silver jump wings proud
and the Wings of the 101 First, Screaming Eagles.
He did not know it at the time, but maybe he did,
for he was destiny was Vietnam.
They stole his feelings, taught him how to kill
and walk those jungle trails And taught him
that the enemy were the evil men
Then he went off to fight a war that he might not
of believed in but the call went out, now
he'll serve his country's need; just as his dad
had done in the last great war.
Now the old young man of what was,
Only now he's a shell of a man,
A victim of the war now too.
He can't seem to find himself in this world.
His own nation has turned against him,
the nightmares never seem to go away.
His next door neighbor that he knew forever
called him a baby-killer. Don't that beat all?
Now he is on his fourth marriage, and they wonder
why he can not stay put, his wife wonders why
she end up going to bed alone most nights?
It's because he has to make sure that
everything is in place before
he goes to bed; Yes,
It's hell being a Victim of the damn war...
For my bother who was killed in May of 68 and
myself who I think sometimes part of me died
at Albany with the 120 brothers of mine who
did answer the roll call the next day in Oct of 65.
And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common
You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue,
Straddling on the Eros of vindication
Your sandpaper hands
Reach for an assaulted tenderness
Embracing lambasted lyric
Another tenor’s proclamation
That their oxidized octaves
Are legitimately sound
…
Nobody is listening.
…
So, you try to rectify your ill-erect
Compass
Only heading south
Bound
By meandering prophecies,
Unwritten
Undeclared
Just another pre-historic fool
Believing the Jamaican grass is greener on
The other side
Puff your corrupted beliefs
Toward laundered Benjamins
While I soak in the bloodied joy,
That I remain priceless
…
Approach me
While you suffer tiny warden syndrome
In High Definition
Be the insignificant syllable that
Becomes, you, a fragmented figment
Of your re-imagination
Call in your slobbering pinchers and
Convince them why dethroning my smile
Will be that change you conspire,
Because I stood taller than the arrogant
Umbilical c(h)ord that breastfeeds your high horse
For I am you
I am you
Every kick, every punch, every verbal attack
Every overcompensating, born-again glare
You blasphemously portray
But, it is not me you scar.
IT IS NOT ME THAT YOU SCAR!
…
Your one-night stand with perception
Succumbs your third-eye
Keep drinking from your bloodied, rustic w(h)ine glass,
As you drown in your declarations of dependence
Screaming to be louder than love
Louder than your ordained intentions
To become a speck of importance
To be worth something,
Something more,
Than the lunging foot you believe
Will keep me down
©D.J.E.
That’s how she saw me
A lying jerk
Filled with mal-intent
And inebriated twist of the devil’s tongue
She removed my smile
My patience
My need for her
She was a professor
with a Masters Degree in Investigative Drama
Drinking shots of animosity and scorn
From half-empty glass
Layered in a syllable abused tint
Sucking accountability, dry
She removed my smile
My patience
My want for her
Vials of sadness
Broken over mattress
Where I entered her
Into innocence realm
She begged for more
She begged me to stay
But, I was already marked from argument’s first revelation
Because even when I held her hand
Even when I welcomed her into my arms
After being beaten for being her diamond ring’s shadow
Even when I brought her closer to peace
It wouldn’t ever be enough
My smallest mistakes would become Armageddon’s cry
My apologies
The tissue
She removed my smile
My patience
My trust for her
Because I
Was a piece of crap
An irregular painting titled: “The Bad Guy”
Messages of sangre coated angst
Going to wrong number
Her errors
Still made me see her as a precious woman
Waiting to regain her peace
Her identity
But I
Was a liar
A screw up
Our finish line had no ribbons
For she had already cut my c(h)ord
Silence
Cold shoulder
My only way to hold this peace
She thought she could leave me
But I
Was already gone
Her tears’ contempt made me let go
Fears’ discontent helped me confirm my Western sunsets
To
Fly
Fly
High
Fly
HIGH
For serenity’s wing behooves me to sway
Towards these winds of change
Solace will hold me on palm
As I wish with final prayer
That Karma
Goes easy on her
© Drake J. Eszes
BIRTHDAY POEM DEDICATED TO MAM MISHAEL
My God to me matters most
Illumining my mind; my heart inspiring
Securing me with His salvation steadfastness
Hoisting my soul toward pursuits, holy and high
Assuring His love amidst attacking anxieties
Exhorting me to exalt Him and His excellency
Lord of my life; on Him I can steadfastly lean.
Listening to my calls, granting my prayer lists
Answering me with His wisdom’s authority
Upholding my faith to be firmly unswerving
Rejuvenating me for fruitful stewardship revival
Enabling my service by His might’s enthusiasm
Nourishing me with His Word, starving me never
Almighty Christ always attends to me; in Him I abide.
Surely, forever, my soul stays in Jesus my Saviour
I’m freed from condemnation toward eternal joy indeed
Blessed with His wondrous provisions of contentment bounty
Undaunted to please Him by His mercy unfailing…
Great, and gracious* is my GOD whom my spirit seeks to glorify.
Mam Mishael, God be thanked and praised for granting you another year to experience His faithfulness in your life. Thanks likewise for your life. You are a blessing. A very blessed birthday to you.
*Psalm 111:4 He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the LORD is gracious and full of compassion.
October 3, 2020
King of my life is God my Saviour*, graciously kind
Imparting to me divine nature of spiritual impact
Making me His child to enjoy His mercy and might
Satisfying my soul with His contentment-sustenance
Assuring me of His great redeeming authority
Nurturing me by His Word of truth’s nourishment
Uupholding my faith against trials’ troubling upheaval
Enabling me to obey Him as my spirit He empowers
Liberating me from sin-entanglement by His great love
Llistening to my prayer; guiding me through His leading
Eendowing me blessings to share and give earnestly.
Lord is the Christ Who deserves my complete loyalty
Everyday I seek Him midst fellowship’s enthusiasm
Exalting His name while thanking Him with eagerness.
*2Samuel 22:3 The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower,and my refuge, my saviour ...
Dear KIM,
God be thanked and praised for the privilege He has granted me to be your Sunday School teacher. It's my prayer that by His grace, you will spend your New Year days for His glory, through His goodness. A very blessed birthday to you. I love you in the Lord.
In Christ,
Ma'am Bhee
Lord of my life is God*, granting me genuine liberty
Endowing me blessings to share and give earnestly
Imparting to me divine nature of spiritual impact
Loving me so much; guiding me through His leading
Assured am I of His presence, affirmatively available.
Lifter of my soul --- Jesus Christ deserves my loyalty
Almighty is He, my breath-Source and faith’s Author
Cheering me constantly by His compassion and care
Satisfying my spirit with His abundant sustenance
Instilling in my heart His Word toward godly influence
Nurturing me by His grace and mercy’s nourishment
Affirmed with His goodness, I am grateful to Him always.
*Psalm 18:2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
Dear Leila,
God be praised for granting you another year to experience His goodness, graciousness, and greatness in your life. A very blessed birthday to you. Thanks for being a blessing. I love you in the Lord.
December 21, 2021
Lord of my life governs me by His loving leadership
Unlimited grace He supplies beyond my understanding
Daily He strengthens my soul with His compassion’s devotion…
Yielded am I to His might, entrusting to Him all of my yearnings.
Merciful is my God as well as miraculously marvellous*
Offering to me opportunities for stewardship optimization
Nourishing my spirit with His Word’s constant nourishment
Toward triumphant worship along earnest thanksgiving…
Aassured of His secured life eternal, in His work I abound
Nestling in His fellowship, while to His heart, drawing nigh
Enabled to serve Him by faith through His ready empowerment
Zealously doing His will, rejoicing in His peace of blessings’ zest.
*Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
January 31, 2020
Dear Ludy, God be praised and thanked for your life devoted for the Lord---by His grace, through His power, and for His glory! Belated blessed birthday to you.
A bsurd and foolish it might be
B ut it’s my nature, you’ll agree;
C annot ignore what I go through
D espite the help I get from you.
E ach time a stranger comes in sight
F ragile emotions turn to fright
G et me excited at one glance
H opelessly standing in a trance.
I ndeed I tremble, break in sweat
J ittery feelings that I get
K nocking together both my knees
L ord, I go thinking, save me please!
M aybe the problem can be solved
N eeding a pro to get involved
O ut of the groove I have to move
P erhaps in time I will improve.
Q uestions and answers are at hand
R eally I want to understand
S ome of the things that haunt my mind
T he doubts that I have to unwind.
U nless I act before it’s late
V enom of thought will seal my fate.
W ish that the phobia will now end
X eno reverting to a friend.
Y earning to welcome all mankind
Z ealous to foster peace of mind.
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This poetic form is called “Abecedarian”.
This is an Acrostic where all the consecutive
letters of the alphabet are used.
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30th Aug 2014
Contest: Abecedarian
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placing: 1st