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My mother and father never wavered in their routine. After each one of my siblings sprang into life, my father sat on the porch and spit ‘Day’s Work’ tobacco juice down his chin while my mother snapped beans, hummed softly, and smiled. Even throughout the years, as old friends passed on, they whittled and spit or hummed and snapped. As one-by-one each of their children found lovers and moved away, they remained steadfast. They refused to yield to sorrow. They paid no attention to poverty. They ignored the propaganda of government officials and world potentates. I can’t help but wonder if they ever had dreams of city lights and all-night diners; of drive-through this and 50% off that? Did they fantasize about having a dollar in their pocket, more meat on the table, or just being able to visit a doctor when ailments became more than home-made remedies could fix? Or were they way too busy to worry about such things.
Change those things you can
Don’t worry about the rest
Take life as it comes
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
in the colour of a big bird to look masterful became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief they could
take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war a million other birds killed who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance looked like a carpet
for kings and potentates.
From Eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
to get the big crow and the preening sparrow off their territory.
The crow flew home, the sparrow took a bath to look common.
It did not help the sparrow it had done crow´s bidding
was shunned and had to fly from suburban gardens to another
and sleepless sit under a bush.
Russia has indefensible missiles
that can carry a nuclear warhead.
And climate change triggers bells and whistles,
for future predictions look bad, filled with dread.
Kim Jong-un has built a nuclear bomb
threatening to nuke the United States.
And ISIS kills in the name of Islam,
thriving in the shadows of our misstates.
While the free world’s led by President Trump,
allies are insulted and potentates kissed.
And the market's heading into a slump
that's sure to place poverty on this list.
Today’s spicy news bits are food for thought
should these fail to frighten, I’ve got a lot.
(Sonnet)
Jan. 3, 2019
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow that had painted itself
In the colour of a big bird to look masterful, they became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief that they could
Take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war, a million other birds killed, who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance, looking like a carpet
for kings and potentates.
From Eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
to get the big crow and the preening sparrow off their territory.
The crow flew home, and the sparrow took a bath to look common.
It did not help the sparrow; it had done the crow´s bidding,
was shunned, and had to fly from suburban gardens to another
and sleepless sit under a bush.
Listening is the most
beautiful things, I have
ever experience in my
entire existence.
Given unto me the
power of silent
by the silencer.
As the blackness removes
the colors from my eyes,
my intuition and instincts
are completely replied upon
as they guide me in
the shadows of my own thoughts.
So many hidden
emotions, my thoughts
became the shadows of
my feelings and those
feelings, became
potentates of my mind.
Being subjected to my feelings, I was
impotent to erect effective actions,
and inadequate to construct intellectual choices,
due to my own ignorance, desires,
fears, and anxiety that has
tortured the deepest depths
of my inner thoughts.
Corruption, murky, desolated,
and feeble-minded all became
acquainted with one another as
I constitutionally, allowed them
to control the authenticity
of my purely mind
been caged, suppressed,
extorted and mocked.
Consumed in my suffering,
drowning in my guilt,
the dark spaces become
full of dreadful chaos voices.
Wiggling like waves,
but never makes it
to the shores.
Buried in the deep,
hidden from the light.
Expressing the deepest
depth of me, I found
the meaning to my suffering.
With a deep understanding,
I now accept this beauty.
The very image that was
created in the image of an
burning bush,
flame was once buried
and now unearthed.
As that silence continues to grow,
I begin to regain inner
strength and wisdom,
by being in a state of
being wise of my
everyday experiences.
Germinating, growing, harvesting,
and progressing,
my intellectual mind has been
flourishing like the
Olmecs, Mayans,
and the Nasca civilizations that
were flourishing back
in those ancient times.
Conquering all feelings
and balancing the
emotions has never
felt so refreshing and
reviving and yet electrifying.
Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.*
Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless.
Righteousness exalts nations, and its departure automatically engenders humiliation.
Rebellion is in the heart of man, and redemption lies at the core of the heart of God.
Yesterday, The Savior's birth; today, He lives; tomorrow, King of Kings-Lord of Lords returns.
Countries, emperors, kings, queens, presidents, premiers, dictators, Caesars, or czars.
History repeats itself because rulers seem unable to do things differently; God's way.
Reasons and rhymes, crimes and times keep turning like the globe of the world.
I do not anticipate nor expect lasting peace until the coming of The Prince Of Peace.
So it is written, so shall it be done; every knee shall bow to The Virgin born Christ Child.
The fulness of time is rapidly approaching, and neither your vote nor mine will stop it.
Mortal men, the whole breed of Adam's seed, have constantly fought against God.
And we are getting closer to the end than we ever realized, when Christ will rule.
Saints and sinners, popes and potentates, elects and elites; all will submit to Christ.
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*I pray that we will let nothing, absolutely nothing, take 'The Merry' out of our '2020 Christmas'
Eps-spine..Is a serious condition' currently afflicting
The white house, and many world
potentates..Aquired due to close proximity to the
Walking death ( most commonly known')
As epstein jeff..I am afraid.? No.! Pleased
To diagnose' removal from drugs; radical surgery, by laser if
Required? Also, denial of access to social
Media platforms for all affected, immediate removal of funding, coupled with exposure to Biblical
proportianal purging regularly.!
Maybe also? a two year stint in sewer
cleansing? At citys of the incumbent peoples choice.? With a review at the end
And re-employment if they have not learned to a sufficent standard, and the
Same if they have proffiancy.' I beleive that they would un-derstand that rationale?
So i'd employ it to reduce any chance of
Trauma.'
People voted for chaos:
democracy is struggling.
Worldwide ideologies lean far right:
dictators, potentates, and tyrants rule
unconstrained by any semblance of law.
Our youth don't know real war:
nor what their fathers fought for.
Politicians sell fear, packaged as hope,
through accusations and false promises,
till the downtrodden elect their jailers.
Like sheep to a hungry wolf:
weak minds are easy pickings.
I've lived in a bubble of misplaced trust;
out of touch with the anger of our youth,
ignoring the homelessness on our streets.
But bubbles pop over time:
and illusions, get exposed.
Aggressive nations are pushing for war
and allies align, as they've done before;
fueled by pure propaganda and greed.
I hoped I’d never see war:
but, I fear, one is coming.
The world is changing in a profound way,
through the exploitation of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists who destabilize:
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Like God amassing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh,
vain potentates, possessed by pride that riches will confer,
depleted pillaged villages in pagan days of old…
With penetration privileges, their fortunes were foretold.
In feudal times, chaste clerics, cloaked, wrapped rings around the mind
with hymns of magic, mystic myths and figurines enshrined,
while blessing bayonet-like blades that mutilate and maim…
With penetration privileges, believers bore no blame.
In search of caramel colonies, some sailors set their sails
to conquer puppet provinces, for sovereignty prevails,
purloining wicked treasure troves which others claimed their own…
With penetration privileges, such sins sustained the throne.
Well, nowadays the quest proceeds, this time for ebon oil,
so peoples once again are caught within the serpent’s coil
and, pierced by fangs of greed and lust, death yields benign escape…
With penetration privileges, you’re free to rip and rape.
We wave the flags and beat the drums and often kneel to pray
to glorify our victories, bold, that happen far away;
but none salute the severed souls impaled upon a pike…
With penetration privileges, the riffraff look alike.
One day the moguls won’t agree on how to slice the pie;
they’ll spit and spat and, tit-for-tat, atomic barbs will fly -
but when the button’s finally pressed, they too will grace the heap…
With penetration privileges, the hole that’s hewn is deep.