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Tombstone
Three brothers and their wives, happily starting over together
One was a former lawman, searching for, not fame, but fortune
Justice was only swift if one drew his gun first, but was too slow
The Wild West after the war; guns, liquor, anger, violence, and hope
In an atmosphere of chaos, imported entertainment bandaged the pain
This story had it all; romance, adventure, entrepreneurship, and gangsters
There was little room for cowardice in these parts; but loyalty was priceless
All were possessors of guns; the good men, the lawmen, and the lawless men
There was a vicious coward who along with the ‘Cowboy Gang’ was driven out
The pain of addiction, even back then, wiped out love and broke up marriages
The coward cowboy said it best when he uttered, “Law don’t work round here”.
Destroying the gang was best summarized, “It’s not revenge;it’s a reckoning”.
Ex Lawman and a dying gambler renewed their relationship of prior years, places, times
I cannot think of a movie that has given me more satisfaction than this cowboy legend
Watching “Tombstone” always deeply moves me; I think I’m drawn by the “friendship factor
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As ravens, Pharisees were filled with destructive pleasures.
Termites of Puritanism had been eating up their minds?
They thought they had fallen from heaven as truth possessors.
Each of their ape-like actions, had endless evil designs.
Poor humans, unlike these, worked six days physically hard.
Shouldn't they rest to vitalize their physique and psyche?
The Sabbath was a day of rest. It's a day to thank God
This day too, they loaded the poor with rules that were sickly
Carrying one's cot is wrong. Grassing the cattle is wrong.
Picking heads of grain to eat, is equal to harvesting.
Helping is wrong. Healing is wrong. The list grew very long.
We are right, and not you—that's the sense they were harboring
Sly laws, like elephant-calf pits, put the poor in danger.
It's then that Jesus came as the trend-setter and game changer.
The intoxicator of even the wisest
The desire of every man and woman
Pursuit with burning passion
That sometimes led to ultimate destruction
Oh power!
Is it because you are the ability to make others do
What they don’t want to do
That you are making your possessors do
Even things they are not supposed to do?
In some you have planted cruelty
While others you have taken away their intellectual sagacity
Oh possessors of power!
Only if you know that the law karma is real
Only if you know that six feet is real
Only if you know that hell is real
Only if you know that the only thing that lasts forever is nothing
Maybe then…
Thou will not abuse that which is in thy hand by privilege…
Power!
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OF SOUL OVER MIND: A SHARED PERSPECTIVE
Sitting here in the womb of mind,
deep in contemplation, it’s soon realized
that although the mind knows and reveals all,
the power of decision is always left to the possessor:-
The agony of such is that it often seems as if
the possessor’s mind itself is streaming court
that is collectively, a trial scene of opposing
barristers, jury, and chief justice, all in one:
Such is the nature of frustration.
Thus, the mind’s possessor realizes
that the mind is only the revelator,
rather than the decision maker;
and being so, it’s revealed
that the mind’s possessor
must seek wisdom from
its spiritual sources:
Thus, the nature of divine guidance:-
In realizing such, it’s then profoundly realized
that in trustworthy true pleading, we should
ask the Giver to strengthen us with such divine
wisdom and guidance that strengthens us against
the temptations of the nemesis as we spiritual wave
toward the shores of decisions with frothing assurance:
Thus is the nature of our blessed assurance:-
Once decisions are made with divine wisdom and guidance,
the mind merely has to accept and provide the mental GPS
navigation of the spiritual routing of the arrived decisions; therefore,
it must finally be realized that we control the mind, as opposed
to the mind controlling us; for, we are the mind’s possessors:
Thus, be the true nature of mind and its solace, spiritual soul:-
Mind now, this is all in reference to mine,
and not necessarily yours; yet, it is deemed
that we each control our individual minds, rather
than our individual minds imprisoning and controlling us;
for the mental mind is of the physical being, but the spiritual soul
is, and always will be, in and of the spiritual guidance of the Lord:
Thus be the divine, decisive spiritual power of my sharing soul:-
N.B./P.S.: In the onderful oneness
of one the onement
of us, peace and love:
Thus be God’s nature:-
Broken Hearted Wings
They fled, those who retained their wings,
from darkness’ foul and fetid stench
pursued by evil’s endless lust for – wings
to raise its yellowed eyes above the clouds.
Freed - at the cost of freedom’s wings – they fled.
The silence of a windless forest - idle leaves
echoed the humming of their precious wings
alerting both possessors and possessed
to the presence of the fleeing - and their quest
fan their wings and give the forest breath
awaken from sad slumbers snoring roots
summon from cold earth the depth of truth
lift the leaves to face the darkened sky
cast their welcome scent to all that fly
part the fog to clear the doubts of sun.
Darkness withered in the weak, returning glow
cringed in shadows - hid its face – in first retreat
surrendered to the heat of heightened noon
sank into the pits that spawned such gloom
shook the earth in whimpering defeat.
They returned – with stained and tattered wings
to rest upon the trees of scented peace
speak of love, and joy, and sacred things
rejoicing in the peace such freedom brings
weary soldiers and their broken hearted wings.
John G. Lawless
7/26/2015
submitted to – Epic Only – Poetry Contest
sponsor – SKAT A
Mothers, like mine,
the rarest of jewels.
The givers of life;
extending a guiding hand
to their children, leading them
to a beacon of light
when lost in the dark.
They're a constant presence
and support system, rain or shine,
through success or failure.
Mothers, like mine,
unfailingly comforting.
They're always there
to pick up the pieces;
wiping their children's tears
with a comforting smile.
Mothers, like mine,
stalwart pillars
of love and support.
Mothers greet their newborns
with joyous beaming eyes,
loving them prima facie.
Unconditionally, continually,
they love their children
From the cradle to the grave.
Mothers, like mine,
the glue that hold
households together.
Mothers give tender shoulders
to cry on, to lean on.
Possessors of hearts that beat
with patience and understanding
Possessors of arms ever ready
and eager to caress.
Mothers, like mine,
natural-born role models,
teaching their children
right from wrong, showering them
with fruitful advice and life lessons
Mothers, like mine,
fierce protectors; shielding
their children from all shades
of harm, watching them grow
and blossom into adulthood.
Mothers, like mine,
lend their children wings
to soar across troubled seas;
over seemingly insurmountable
obstacles day in, day out.
Rarest of jewels, indeed.
I'll always love and cherish
my mother
Submitted for...
Tribute To Women Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin
Date submitted: 03/26/2022
Date originally written: 04/12/2016
Some people go it alone, never considering whether it was right or wrong. Perhaps they deem themselves Superman, but I have never been that strong.
Sometimes we start out in the dark, and the path gets lighter as we go step by step. But even in such steps, I need someone within or God above to say, "It's
okay to proceed". I also believe in accepting advice, counsel, guidance, and in listening to the wise opinions of others. Of course, in the final analysis, it's my
responsibility to live with the choices I've made. Some people who may be professed atheists are also made in the image of God and are therefore
possessors of a God-consciousness whether acknowledged or not. The animal
kingdom is provided remarkable instincts, but humans are endowed with so
much more. No, I have never heard the audible voice of God, and I'm not really sure that I would want to. But yes, though not audible, I do hear His
whispering voice of assurance that 'puts me in the know'. And yes, God has also placed something within me, a witness bearer, that provides 'an inner
knowing. There are various ways that this 'inner knowing' could be defined and described via the Scriptures, but I'm not interested in becoming theological
nor am I suggesting I possess any special connections. That inner knowing is sometimes the sum total of good teaching, good parenting, and faith in God.
We need not be renowned nor deemed profound to be within the circle of knowledge. Just being alive and human will suffice.
08282018PoSoupContest, Dealer's Choice Poetry, Caren Krutsinger; Chosen theme, Inner Knowing
“And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.” Revelation 21:23 of the King James Bible
Streets of gold
welcome glorified bodies
yon unclouded firmament.
Transparent glass
of serenely crystal water
serves as mirror to saints
in their spotless robes.
Succulent twelve kinds of fruits
from the tree of life
await spirited believers.
Around fortress of gem stones
having pearly gates exuding flawless wealth
upon foundations garnished with precious jewels
there the grateful worshippers forever are secured.
Possessors of radiant eternal life
exalt the omnipotent Lord God
Who shines with His Alpha and Omega glory.
September 1, 2024
3rd place, "I Form - Imagism" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/26/2024