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Two renaissance artists . . .
Leonardo Da Vinci created enduring works during his lifetime,
too many to list but perhaps the most well known is the Mona Lisa.
Born April 15, 1452 and died May 2, 1519 at only 67 years old.
Considered the greatest painter of all time. Born out of wedlock.
At 14 he apprenticed with a master and soon was more skillful,
and at the age of 20, he was a master himself.
Michelangelo Buonarroti also created amazing works in his life,
one I love is the Pietra, so lifelike it makes me want to weep.
Born, March 6, 1475 and he died February 18, 1584, an old man.
His skill as a sculptor and painter is famous, and always loved.
The Sistine Chapel, his statues, his frescoes are stunning to view.
At 13, he too apprenticed with a master and soon was skillful,
and went on to be a master artist.
There was a public battle Leonardo vs Michelangelo and their art,
David vs Mona Lisa. There was 2 years of public competition.
A huge man who stands with a grimace vs a sitting woman smiling.
Even before this they were rivals, hated each other, jealous of each.
The loser left crossing the Alps to sulk in France taking his painting,
today she smiles at her fans, like a star to be idolized by the public.
And Michelangelo's works are treasures he left with us forever.
There was such an intense dislike between the two artists always,
but really they were so similar.... perhaps it WAS all jealousy,
because I have read they were both a bit odd.
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July 7, 2016
Epic
For the contest, Historical Rivalry, Part 1
Leonardo vs Michelangelo, sponsor, Marugu Mo
Sixth Place
I’m at the age where
I’ve grown really long hair
And I don’t denim care
That the trend is to cut it
No longer wearing high heels
Just for a flex or a thrill
More about how my feet feel
And they don’t love it
I don’t have many pink plans
Flying by seat of peach pants
Keeping my praying hands
I am blessed with contentment
Becoming a red recluse
Enjoying sandy solitude
Embracing my various moods
Without any raspberry resentment
I wonder of me what they say
Am I now an old onyx maid
Because there’s no wedding day
It tickles me pink to think
That my out of wedlock birth
Gave my life priceless worth
Despite sermon of online church
I entertain purple pondering
The other Church
Kai - Pembrokeshire
Way back beyond the crested waves that spill the ocean
‘Church Rock’ towers with puffins and seagulls singing
the tune of nature how many times have I prayed to God
Tai - Southbroom
When times are rough she takes the image and sits on
the rocks in silent meditation where the tussle of spray
paints her sorrows with birdsong and healing embrace
When the surf had taken me below rocks and foundations
I asked to help out at the soup kitchen to lighten my load
emerge from darkness but ‘sorry we do not need you here'
When she had her first child out of wedlock the pastor
said ‘you are evil this must be Satan’s child’ and again
there was no meagre space at the inn for illegitimate joy
The Buddha rocked me gently into a cumbersome slumber
and Tai was embraced by the Jewish community and showered
with food and clothes for the miracle child starred with David
Tai and Kai – the Universe
There is love beyond borders and the sky is the limit the waters
flow freely from source to the sea and when hypocrisy beckons
there is elsewhere a church called kindness compassion and love
15th February 2017
Music moves your whole being
Today, my day is gray
I lost someone very special
Hearing sad songs is a recollection
To this love one who's dear to me
We once separated due to fragile emotion
We were young then when we're in love
She was young and beautiful and is tempting
A third party cause our separation
We had a daughter out of wedlock
But love is strong she was truth with marriage
I work abroad to forget my past sad love
Loneliness marries me late at 30's
Life was hard but still manageable
I had forget her till our teen age daughter
Appear to me by coincidence through Facebook
We met to tell me sad story the passing of her mother
There was a scar in my heart still linger her
For she was part of my life once tender and true
But fate is playful sometimes you can't avoid
I am at peace now, praying God to accept her soul
Through music is a healing tool for me
To go on the next chapter of my life
Whatever happens life must go on.
~esoteric~
The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war
The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide
Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing
Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy
Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people
Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it
Who Am I?
Because I was born out of wedlock,
My mum and dad taught me that the poor were good,
And that so many just needed a doctor,
To understand them when they were crook.
No-one else had ever treated them,
Doctors in Israel only attended rich people’s houses,
And the prestige of being wealthy,
Was derived from our interest in their happiness.
It was imbued into me that love was given,
From the heart by acts of kindness, not by money,
And that you could love somebody, anybody, anytime,
Out with social rhetoric or rhyme.
I was good at joinery,
But my inquisitive mind took me into medicine,
Into making people better, healthier, fit and able,
Not paralysed, dying or suffering from epileptic seizures.
Day one, and I just hoped I would have a cold,
But that was not to be you see,
So I took a deep breath and grit my teeth,
And in humility treated the first poor person ever.
Shock and horror and the neighbours talking,
Nobody there to wipe my slightly embarrassed sweated brow,
Only John my best friend hung around outside,
Whilst I bandaged up the labourer’s lacerated leg.
But soon after, when I had set my practise,
Luke befriended me bold and stalwartly,
Because he was just a normal Nazareth doctor,
And I’d been predicted as the people’s saviour from bad health.
Not noted as the original national health service,
But respected thereafter ‘cos they said I’d resurrected,
They gave me a voice when I was dead and long gone,
Said that they believed in me with everything they had.
Everyone knew what was meant when they admitted,
“I believe in Jesus!” because it was a stand,
For the freedom and life of the poor, for a just society,
Which gave these supposed sinners access to medical doctors. Grand.
CYRUS "THE VIRUS" IS EVERYWHERE.
WREAKING HAVOC WITHOUT ANY CARE.
BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK BETWEEN SLIME AND MOLD.
MORPHS HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE I'M TOLD.
BIRDS AND PLANTS, TREES AND PEOPLE.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS TO TURN ALL INTO FECAL.
WICKEDLY MEAN, TREACHEROUS DISEASE.
TRAVELS THE WORLD AND DO AS HE PLEASE.
HE'LL INFECT A NATION AND THEN HE'LL FLEE.
APPEAR SOMEWHERE ELSE AS A TICK OR A BEE.
MASTER OF DISGUISE, MANY DIFFERENT FACES.
ALL OVER THE WORLD IN ODD AND STRANGE PLACES.
HOT ON HIS HEELS IS THE WORLD CDC.
THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND AND ASK HOW CAN THIS BE.
HE CONTAMINATES WATER, INFECTS YOUR MIND.
DON'T TURN YOUR BACK, HE'LL INFECT YOUR BEHIND.
HE THINKS IT'S A JOKE.
TO HIM IT'S A GAME.
HE EVEN APPEARED IN THE FORM ACID RAIN.
CDC, WILL CATCH HIM ONE DAY.
UNTIL THAT TIME COMES, HE'LL HAVE HIS OWN WAY.
THEY'LL CATCH HIM ONE DAY AND BOTTLE HIM TIGHT.
THAT SHOULD SUFFICE AND SERVE HIS CRIMES RIGHT.
They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.
But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in the inner cities.
With welfare checks coming in
there was no need for a man,
didn’t matter if you worked or not,
you’d still have cash in hand.
And the more kids you had alone,
the more money they’d send you,
incentivizing single parenthood,
a horrible thing to do.
Thus the families fell apart,
and for children it sucked,
starting from a broken home
leaves the youth out of luck.
Seventy percent of urban children,
born out of wedlock,
the foundations of society
this situation rocked.
The teenage boys had it the worse,
unchecked masculinity,
with no fathers to reign it in,
leads to criminality
And, of course, these violent gangs
prey on business and shops,
so most just up and moved away,
taking with them the jobs.
Even if you want to work hard
and fight for your escape,
there’s few places left to punch a clock
and earn your daily pay.
All of this the consequence
of an old desire to help,
point out the vicious cycle
and the P.C. crowd all yelps.
They have to see the futility,
yes, I think that they know,
but their only way into office
lies in bribing for votes.
Get a person hooked on hand-outs,
gives you leverage and sway,
“Vote for me on election night,
or the money goes away…”
Well all know this is detestable,
that free men don’t do this,
but long ago some decided it
was a ‘small’ price for office.
The endless cycle now created
is one of grinding pain,
they made cities vote plantations,
and gave people longer chains.
But the future does not have to
be miserable, bereft,
to end this man-made travesty,
turn your backs on the left.
You lick your lips;
Cause you in lust;
Will just so happens;
You're not gonna git none of this;
Cause it's just never, never gonna happen;
Cause I'm God's daughter
and I'm already married to the Father;
So if you want me
You'll have to come clean;
For Him my Father to loan me to ya;
You don't understand;
Takes more than laying down;
if you love me like God's said;
You'd first give me a wedding day;
I'll follow you to the moon, I'll even die for you;
Be in love with you here on earth and in heaven;
But for me to be your wife
You must first save your life and follow Christ;
You kick the bricks
And you insist it's OK, tho! we're not married;
Every one young doing it, only the elderly marry;
There's is no reason to honor me so;
It's ok if we have kids out of wedlock OH!
But no, no, no, no, no,
(WHAT IF THIS WERE TO BE YOUR DAUGTHER )
(WHAT IF IT WERE YOUR MOTHER)
You don't understand;
Takes more than laying down;
if you love me like God's said;
You'd first give me a wedding day;
Cause I'm God's daughter
and I'm already married to the Father;
So if you want me
You'll have to come clean;
For Him my Father to loan me to ya;
You don't understand;
Takes more than laying down;
if you love me like God's said;
You'd first give me a wedding day;
So I said all this to say that;
if you still think you want me;
You gonna have ta' follow Christ and God;
then if you think you still want me;
You gonna have to wed me
AMEN
08/27/17
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
From anthology "True Love As Per God"
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016