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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...
and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling, lobbing, and spewing lava
against backdrop of his trumpeting vitriolic
political preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation tomb mike -
(make) pence sieve lee clear,
the immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans incendiary fold
drawl (folderol) feigning migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting older than Methuselah),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
adorned, donned with (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent - bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
to flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will laughably petrify
any vigilantes dead cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
gobbledygook communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how I plan to hold
world web electronically hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark wide whirled web
cryptocurrency bitcoin blockchain trolled
under auspices, sans
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten free CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily monitoring
meant to fortify electronic threads
woven into a virtual tapestry
likened to Dickensian chain e-mail
intent to foment pandemonium
at expense to captcha totalitarianism,
whereby democracy imperiled.
Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...
For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans mock cut up fold
drawl migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting old),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank commensurate Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
donned with torn (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent – bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will happily, laughably parody
any vigilantes spot on cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
dinned communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how
Democrats plan to hold
world web hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark web bitcoin blockchain trolled
to collude with "crooked Hillary"
under Ponzi scheme auspices doled
courtesy, sans spongebobsquarepants
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily scrutinizing,
policing, monitoring and
fortifying electronic Internet scaffold.
“Some prayers are followed by silence because they are wrong, others because they are bigger than we can understand.” - Oswald Chambers
On a dark and lonely road,
She walked with purpose, she walked
So only those who saw her shadow
Knew the light that walked to guide her.
She was young.
Her soul was old.
She knew lonely like it had always been here.
She knew the shadows who were always sincere.
She knew the blackness of a doubt she could hear.
On a quiet twilight, spoken
Words who flow from those who know
What it means to see through the stars,
Glittering songs, glistening hopes, dreams
So intense, so strong, they actually weep…. On and on
She was young but she was old
Where she lived was yet unknown
Her heart was wild like the rising sun.
Her soul felt lost, without a real home.
On a distant story she foretold
The whispering grace of One so bold,
A gentle touch, a grace bringing love
He was the answer to her soul’s burning,
The reason she came to believe in the hope,
The reason He came… she was the one, lost
And alone, longing for the glimmer of His star.
She was young but from the beginning
Her heart realized she had a choice, a reason
The purpose of her life, choosing this season
To put away the dark and seek the light
In her silhouette, His love was born…
She sought the One that was the Meaning of love
She found the hope that was the reason she could hope
She renewed her faith and discovered the meaning of grace.
She left the past and began to praise….
The meaning of a love that never fades…
He came to save – Oh, yes – He is the Savior
And because He gave His life, His grace
She learned that love became the only answer.
Love came to the soul who opened its door…
To the One who is known as God’s only Son,
The One who brings love to every soul who seeks Him.
Merry Christmas, with love
Never stop seeking God’s Son!
I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.
I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end of Xanadu.
My childhood innocense was gone
along with Camelot,
Pandora's box had opened wide
because of Oswald's shot.
Our world came tumbling down that day
an avalanche of evil,
it mowed us down, unstoppable
and crushed the souls of people.
The event was filmed and broadcast
and showed repeatedly,
until the images were burned
forever, indelibly.
The coal-black steed was riderless,
a boot in stirrup reversed,
the symbolism so powerful that,
to this day, it hurts.
And John-John with his little flag,
oh, how we ached with grief,
the look on Lyndon Johnson's face,
stunned with disbelief.
Our world received a lethal wound
still gaping to this day
and evil wrapped its tentacles
and many were lead astray.
Oswald shot on live TV!
The man who killed those nurses!
The Boston Strangler whistling,
the Devil loosed his curses.
Shots rang out from campus tower,
they slayed the Reverand King,
and then they killed poor Bobby,
he would never see the Spring.
But Spring would never be the same
once evil was unleashed,
gone were the days when we were safe,
our innocense was breeched.
Then wars broke out and haven't ceased
and millions have been killed,
and poisoned minds bring guns to school
and hearts are hatred-filled.
Innocents abducted,
babies raped and slain,
mothers drowning children,
the world has gone insane.
Don't turn to church to save your kids
so priests can then molest,
the Devil's even infested them,
he's made the church his nest.
Trust no one; lock your doors at night,
don't let your kids run free,
for evil has ensconced itself
and erased humanity.
Who killed the president?
It was a fine forenoon when the pilot left the ship in Wilhelmshaven
in Curacao, bound for Maracaibo, Venezuela
the sea was like a mirror at ease being back on the ocean
Then came the news John Kennedy has been shot and brought
to the hospital, and half an hour later, a bulletin the president is dead.
For us, it was a profound shock he represented the future, young
glamorous, with a beautiful wife, we loved him like an older brother
we could look up to; peace corps and peace in the world.
Who had killed him? Our first thought was the doing of the Russians
who have the misfortune of being the harbinger of all ills in the world,
When Lee Oswald was caught, we learned he had a Russian wife
we’re not so sure could be he acted at the behest of the Mafia.
I seem to remember something about the FBI being involved, but that
is, I think, something I read later and added the story to my memory.
I picture Oswald with a beat-up face, looking triumphantly at the camera
a loser with limited capability, dreaming of doing something great
a failure in life who had gone to Russia to work at a factory and probably
disliked by his fellow workers, who thought him haughty and arrogant.
Three things have had an effect on me, my mother’s death when
I was far from home and cried alone; the Kennedy murder and learning
The last Tasmanian Tiger was killed in 1936, and there will never be
another tiger roaming in the woods.
It struck me that when I die, there will be no part of me carrying my genes
into the long future.
On a screen, I saw Jack Ruby, kill Lee and wondered why it was easy
was there something I didn’t get, a secret that shall be known one day.
As it is, Oswald was a crack shot trained in the USA’s army; as for now,
I will have to accept this as a truth, if not the final truth.
Back in '63,
I remember vividly,
only 6 years old,
and watching our
black and white tv,
showing Lee Harvey Oswald
being escorted down the hall,
handcuffed and under arrest,
when out of the blue
Jack Ruby walks up and
shoots him in the chest,
I was little, but knew in my heart
that there should have been
better security and
that dead men can't talk...
then growing up
with the Vietnam War,
still wonder to this day,
what that war was really all about,
and was it all based on money,
especially when I shop for a top,
and see that most of
the clothes are made
in some Vietnamese sweatshop,
hearing people go over
there even for a vacation,
I doubt that its people
who grew up in my generation...
then comes 9/11,
with all the buildings
coming down,
I believe they were detonated,
and that is why when they fell,
they pancaked to the ground,
thousands of innocent people,
burned alive, some jumping
from windows 100 stories high,
you just keep asking,
why, oh why?…
could it all be, just another cover up,
when they smile on tv
and then sweep everything under the rug?
Now all these recent shootings,
at all these different places,
you don't know if its real or not,
or if its a black flag operation,
alls I know is that everything
is not as it seems,
even though its like a very bad dream,
they can't pull the wool over my eyes,
seems to me they want to get rid
of many of our constitutional rights,
and like a detective I like to investigate...
especially when the news comes on
and comes across as fake!
Addendum: This Memorial Day I thank all
the brave men and women who fought in
all of our wars, although to this day I still
wonder what some of them were really
all for? God bless the U.S.A.!
Fire
Flames – destroying everything –
Flames – I felt their heat –
The whirling world – it cannot stand—
In fevered circuit melts.
Those flames traverse
Throughout my bones,
Rage, hot, across my nerves,
Consuming all the stars I see
In heaven’s stretched-out canopy.
Fire – burning in my soul –
Fire – I felt its heat—
The dervish lust was scarce concealed
When he kissed my feet.
My firm and frail virginity--
My bosom -- plucked by him,
No apples bit in Paradise
More ample with our sin.
Flames – destroying everything –
When true love caught me up
From that false vintage that I quaffed
From a false Loving Cup.
O, you burnt brighter than the lust
That, fiery, op’d my doors;
And in your passion, warm with love,
A galaxy was born.
Jan. 11, 2009 Istanbul
Background for this poem: Lee Harvey Oswald was falsely accused of killing President
Kennedy. I was in contact with Lee only 37 1/2 hours before the assassination. Don't believe
what propaganda-writing paid flunkies have written about me or about LHO. The cover-up is
real, and thinking people now have the evidence on YouTube and elsewhere. See my website
at http://www.judythvarybaker.com for more information. I'm writing this note of
explanation because other poems here also refer to Lee Oswald, such as "The Magazine
Bus," and "Lord of the Galaxies." My book, Me & Lee: How I Came to Know, Love and Lose
Lee Harvey Oswald, will be published this spring by Trine Day Publications. This is the latest
of dozens of poems written about LHO, some of which are published here at Poetr Soup.
God and love are synonymous. Love is not an attribute of God, it is God; whatever God is, love is. —Oswald Chambers
Just as the dew quiets the star’s gentle song,
Kissing away dark shadows of night
Remembering His love is so alive, so strong,
Melodious grace glistening in the light…
Softly playing, like tears on the softest snow
Whispers of joy calling from the soul
Breathing hope through the spirit who must know
What it means for God to make them whole…
Just as the reflections of a heart who believes,
Stirs the music of God’s unending peace,
Soaring on the wind just like autumn leaves,
Remembering the faith that can only increase…
Because I know Him, the One who lives above,
Silencing all doubt, amazing the earth,
With His song of faith, hope and love…
All the wonder of knowing He is worth…
Every hope, every prayer, every feeling
All the beauty that comes to those believing
He is light that shines on those who’re kneeling,
And He frees the souls who’re grieving…
Without His light, there would be no hope
Without His life, there would be no reason
Without His love, there would be no way to cope
Without His grace, our faith wouldn’t be in season…
Because He lives, I know that I am blessed
By a promise that God Himself expressed
When He gave us the way, the truth, the life
The One who is love and settles all my strife….
Without Jesus, I wouldn’t be able to say
Life is worthwhile and I look forward to that day
When I’ll meet Him in that land far away,
Where there is love that will never betray!
Flesh is subtle…vulnerable…
All scarlet-covered, under skin;
The thin, hard smile of the harlot
Tells how many have stormed in.
We are spoon-fed careful lies,
As they rewrite history, quash dissent,
Say Oswald killed The President…
Explode our towers before our eyes
Wage wars and choke off Liberty…
I cannot breathe…as you receive…
Their lies as if from God Himself…
As you stagger on, beneath the load
They, greedy, place on you, I groan.
One by one and two by two,
Truth is what they give to you…
Then a whisper -- what comes near
Floating in the atmosphere?
As a knife-edged threat is made,
So we cower, made afraid.
One by one and two by two,
Truth is what they want it to…
When they took your children away
To fight the wars they lied to wage,
You saluted the Flag, and silently
Gave up Freedom -- for Freedom’s Sake--
One by one and two by two,
Truth is what they tell you to…
When they come and handcuff you
Because you finally saw the truth
---Those Politicos playing for keeps-- who won---
They’ll slit your throat, and just move on.
One by one and two by two
What will you do,
when they come for you?
Dare a sinner aspire to saint?
(Even though It’s Out of Date?)
Armor my heart and melt the jewels
of your attention into a sword for me,
O God, that I might dare to be
Brave for truth, O Majesty!
One by one and two by two,
Truth is what can make us new…
JVB June 11, 1992 10:00 pm
I flipped the switch and it roared to life,
With gears spinning and blinking lights,
Dials with arrows swinging left and right,
And a GPS screen to track my flight.
Then I closely examined my historical map,
While holding the keyboard on my lap,
And paused to wonder, where in time to go,
But with so many choices, I just didn’t know.
Maybe to the Pyramids, to witness their building,
And to speak with the aliens about their helping,
Or to Dealey Plaza to see firsthand,
If Lee Harvey Oswald was really the man.
Or to the “56” World Series, which would be nice,
Where Don Larsen put ‘dem Bums’ on ice,
Or maybe I could warp to Normandy’s beaches,
To see what history cannot teach us.
Or possibly a journey to Independence Hall,
Where our Founding Fathers were starting it all,
And I’ve always wanted to see ancient Rome,
And the chariot races at the hippodrome.
Then it dawned on me where I should go in time,
To Jersey City - nineteen-forty-nine,
So, I typed in the coordinates and stepped inside,
And in a micro-second, I completed my ride.
And I found myself standing next to this guy,
Who had a big wide smile and a gleam in his eye,
As he gazed at a bundle all wrapped in blue,
Through a pane of glass that provided the view.
And when the spell was broken, I heard him say,
“That’s my son, right there, he was born today,”
And as we looked at each other, I’m sure he knew,
That I was that bundle wrapped in blue.