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this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
considered (with an eye blink)
positing the following blurb
for a very short while
asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
oaf fish shill offal
continuous, indecorous,
and poisonous barbs doth re vile
me, an anonymous middle aged
concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
unfairly debase creatures such as
snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators,
whose aggressive acceptable modes,
one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
mawkish philistine (YES,
I MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)
figuratively roasting
respectable people analogous
to rake them over hot coals
then, burn them at the stake,
which witch trial characters assassination
with point blank expletives
found an introspective chap (yours truly)
responds to broadcast
unflattering sentiments,
albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,
said brief explanation motive enough
(occurred within a split second)
after gleaning most recent denigrating,
hurtful, lambasting puerile
verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
(MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed
at venal wickedness by thee ->
President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,
cringeworthy diurnal,
and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
or smother mental illness,
ye would immediately refute,
and be in din aisle.
oh my Good Lord for Christ’s sake who have you become
a well-known carpenter who suffered on his own cross
put nails in his own coffin a shepherd who lost to his flock
beggar man in rags once caring and sharing kindness and love
so the story goes but you caved in to prolonged abuse
misrepresented disavowed on the altar of religious deceit
you presided over wars subjugation poverty and holocaust
must have cried thousands of tears in horrible agony
dying all over the planet again once more and forever
they made you a star a celebrity icon poster boy idol
forgot in the process that actions shout louder than words
attached hypocrisy bigotry philistine culture to your name
now you dwell unrecognisably in bourgeoise falsification
in a shallow grave of history that spits on your genius
you were once so great had such wonderful ambition
so much so that if you had not existed we’d have created
a human being with such vision to ease self-imposed pain
your thorny crown has wilted on the spread sheet of time
a relic and artifact an illustration of vast compassion
we lost you in the fields of Flanders on our crusades
in the chambers of Auschwitz when we showed truths
about humankind and the punitive evil of our souls
yet a statue of the Madonna rests next to a lean Buddha
on the fireplace surround in my heart and the hearth
hellfire maybe but I have not forgotten your meaning
04th Amy 2021
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I am in the middle of nowhere without a gun, bullets, bow or spear, the philistine are coming upon me and an angry crowd is moving towards the square.
You have got to help me to get out of here, for the second judgment is drawing near and nothing on the island will be speared; prepare your evacuation route and get a comfortable pair of walking shoes.
Daylight greets me like dew dripping from a motionless tree
And the sun with its candid smile emerges from its resting place and in seconds it starts to blaze. I walked in circles to purge the heat from my body, but it kept filtering out in the street and a big celebration began in the square.
This is the irony that I never fear, I know that something good was going to happen but I could tell where, and when the sun came out my spirit began to shout and the crowd in the square reminds me that destiny was near.
The desert heat spreads its warmth all over the city and anger
Turn into a smile and the big band was standing by, the food trucks start rolling in and the vendor start to sing, the people kept coming and the desert was filled with canopy.
It is the magic that sometimes happens when life takes you on a winding journey, the fragility of the wind fizzle out when you move about and the pleasure of life takes you where you wants to go, you never could imagine that you could be part of the show.
Can you feel what I feel the moment is real, just listen to the flute and it will remind you of your youth, when you climb the hills and valleys and the elements in the sky whispers a sweet lullaby.
I am standing on real earth and gravity is under my feet
It is where we ought to be, close to the fish that swims in the sea.
And when the vastness of life surrounds you and night falls
You will leave the desert wall and take a ride out to the middle of sea and the moonlight will have a dialogue with thee. Just I and you sitting there absorbing the pleasure of the salty air.
I am nowhere in the middle of nowhere because you are here
And the moon sprinkle its light over the calm sea and the desert heat melt with passion for thee, and it all came together without a doubt and at last we could celebrate history.
Come and join the desert crew something special is waiting for you.
Lust has such a bad press
one of the seven deadly sins
of course people die in bed
but they may as well be happy
when it is indeed the grim reaper
who is greedy and gluttonous
L Lush divine coupling
U Underwear on the floor
S Senses on naked skin
H Heaven and pleasure
yearning for joyful release
desire and sexual yearning
passion coveting and craving
to be totally one with an other
petite mort rebirth of devotion
culmination of living and Love
L Lavender fragrance
O Olives’s tender juice
V Void of conception
E Engulfing sweet fire
foreplay and imagination
creative positioning
climax crescendo
an altar of union
satisfied longing
culmination of life
H Hailed be our fun
Y Yielding restraint
P Piety discarded
O Ovations unfold
C Crisp tenderness
R Rivulets of flow
I Indigo Kama Sutra
S Sex at its best
Y Yardstick coupling
you hypocritical purveyors of sin
heretic lowbrow Philistine oafs
minds loin clothed in denial
cross eyed spoil sports
probably don’t get enough
and envy my rapture
02nd July 2020
Spider-man crawls in your life with is blind eyes gazing
You hate spiders but chose to spare the spider man
webs start rolling and rolling around you
Until you are the addict of the web
You are the prey
Some how you pull yourself out of the web
And then Bat man arrives
With his cunning trickery
What does this blind spirit want?
You see good as evil
And you like it
Somehow you cant overcome
This giant with wings
He takes you from this to that
Even when he cant see where he is flying to
Then one day he knocks a moving truck
And you fall in the hands of superman
the hypocrite one
He comes to rescue you
Then throws you down the cliff
and holds you before you reach the ground
until you get a heart attack
And he just disappears
To allow Iron man hold you with
A twist of a wolf
And you cant move
each born starts breaking with in
even boneless muscles break
The heart breaks
The spirit breaks down
You break down
And this iron giants hands you
In the arms of the great hulk
The bully we all know
he smashes you at anything
And with anything
And then places you in a battle field
To face some Philistine Champion
Face to face you meet Goliath
The big mouth
Who can talk you out for forty days
After you discover
The secret behind
The stone of courage
You slay your giant
And wait to meet another uncircumcised giant
This time it wont be the matrix
It will be the cocaine
It wont be Jack sparrow
It will be malice
It wont be another giant
But another addiction
Another bully
Another vampire to slay
The sacred locks severed
and with them, the thunder of heaven’s covenant fled.
Power, once a roaring mantle upon his shoulders,
dissipates like incense in a profane wind.
Empty, he stumbles forward,
a hollow colossus stripped of divine fire,
mere mortal clay now,
wandering the scorched corridors of purposeless days.
Once a man of destiny, forged in the womb for glory,
he grinds at the Philistine mill like a beast of burden,
blind eyes staring into eternal night,
while revelry drags him deeper into stupor
a drunken dance with shadows.
Years roll by like indifferent stones,
crushing the altars of remembrance.
He ignores the signposts blazing along the path of return,
scorns the still small voice that once thundered in his bones.
Conscience, once a vigilant flame
he smothers beneath layers of willful night.
Soul-searching reflection lies severed,
a broken sword rusting in the dust.
There, upon Delilah’s treacherous lap,
like a witless fool surrendering the keys of empire,
he bartered his anointing for the fleeting nectar of lust.
Strength poured out as water upon desert sand.
Youthful days raced away on swift, merciless wings
those tender whispers of promise now distant echoes of yore.
The heart hardens into flint,
the conscience sears shut like a branded wound,
the will withers, brittle as autumn leaves.
Vices take root deeper than ancient cedars,
their thorns twisting into the marrow of the soul.
Habits form iron chains forged in secret furnaces
invisible fetters that bind tighter than any Philistine bronze.
Imprisoned without walls,
he walks the earth a free man in name alone,
yet enslaved to appetites that devour from within.
They go on.
On they go still
the hollow procession of days,
a vain, endless caravan searching for peace
in the ruins of a fallen Nazarite vow.
I fancied myself growing up a free spirit
kind of crazy
unpredictable…you know what I mean
but as I’ve grown a little older I find…I like a good routine.
A routine that is predictable and filled with my favorite things…
Like waking up early and taking a walk as the birds begin to sing.
A routine that is relaxed
kind of cozy,
comfortable and stable...
like eating my favorite breakfast
in my favorite spot…next to Deborah at our table.
I have my favorite old TV shows
I love to watch when they repeat
Like Leave it to Beaver
Andy Griffith
and that one with Della Street
I have my favorite foods
I always smile when I greet them
I even have my favorite utensils
and my favorite way to eat them.
Wait! I don’t want you to get the wrong impression
I’m still ready to start something new
a new challenge
a new dare
It’s just now I usually consider my options
from the comfort of my favorite chair…
Where I contemplate how my free-spiritedness
(after all…I’m not a philistine!)
can fit in between my dinner at 6:00…
and my bedtime—9:15
David & Goliath
And it came to pass that Philistia
and Israel waged war between them in
the Valley of Elah, where a compromise
was agreed to (one on one)
with the spoils of war
forfeited to the victorious.
And so, Saul asked, “How many behind me?”
And his general replied,
“With the Lord on our side,
there’s no need to count,
but there is one,
a shepherd willing to sacrifice his life.”
And so stepped forth David
clad in sheepskin, supporting a staff,
and Saul (grasping at straws) said,
“Dress the boy at the Lord’s behest,
and let it be known throughout Israel,
no greater hero is found.”
But David rejected Saul’s armour
and went out with a pouch of stones
and a sling to meet Goliath
and smote the Philistine,
and all Israel rejoiced,
for the Lord was on their side.
***
Reference:
Old Testament: 1 Samuel 17:1-58
I was playing near a college town,
people pay money to hear my jokes,
when back-clad fools charged upon stage,
at first I thought it was a hoax.
Then they said my jokes about dating
were ‘Patriarchal Misogyny,’
everyone’s good time was ruined
by those god damned NPCs.
A few days later, when online,
I posted about a new book
written by my favorite author,
figured that it was worth a look.
But outrage mobs went barking mad
over his fun in younger days,
what that had to do with his ideas
they did not bother to say.
The next week an actor friend of mine
told me he’d gone out with this girl,
she’d taken him home and the sex
had rocked his entire world.
But my friend had just broken big,
and feminists convinced his date
that she could ‘win one for the team,’
so she accused him of rape!
When he showed the texts she sent before,
some claim that he ‘hated women,’
as if being good means sitting back
and just watching your career end.
None care about his innocence,
the media still pimped her tale,
even if he were no rapist
he was guilty of being male.
Tired of all this crazed nonsense
I searched for my favorite pod-cast,
didn’t always agree with the host,
but his interviews were a blast.
Yet the website had booted him,
they weren’t fond of non-leftist thought,
to be popular with ‘outside’ views
broke their Truth Council's latest laws.
Then came my dear cousin’s wedding,
which my activist sister deplored,
she growled,”Marriage is such a lie,
they will know nothing but divorce.
It’s always rape when with a woman
a sex-hungry man does lay,
some day she’ll realize her mistake,
hopefully it will not be too late.”
Realizing why we didn’t talk,
I gratefully caught a jet home,
and saw they were building something
in the big lot next to my own.
It was a hideous, iron blob,
and when I pointed this fact out,
the architect screamed,”Philistine!”
then proceeded to holler and pout...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
David is small teenage boy from Israel
A son of Jesse whose king named Saul
He carried a slingshot on his side for protection
Used it for work with a matching pouch of stones
There’s a war between Israel and Philistine
Takes forty days for them to initiate how to begin
David knew about the giant called Goliath
Not afraid to fight him without any mask
He only carried with him his faith to defeat
The mighty giant whom every man is afraid
One day David saw Goliath at the battlefield
Ready to fight, so he closed his eyes and prayed
The giant move forward for a great kill
David reached his bag and used his skills
The stone hit the giant straight in the forehead
He fell face down on the ground and really beg
David took Goliath sword, killed him and cut his head
He did it finally and triumphantly makes the giant dead
I compare this story of faith and bravery to our dear David the poet
With his powerful poems makes us inspired even if we didn't meet yet
Enjoy your long vacation together with your beautiful wife
I know you are happy sharing unforgettable moments in life
October 24, 2012
By: Maria Paz
For Cyndi's "A David For David" Contest
1st Place Winner