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Covid spread throughout the kingdom –
the people inside the elite compounds,
if they heard the many sounds of the
ill falling dead, did not seem troubled,
not a single head – besides, it was, for
them a special day, 60th birthday of
their consecrated God and his Queen,
to whom all will homage pay –
Politicians and Hollywood celebs alike
will take numbered turn fawning accolades
at the podium mike. Tables strategically set,
armed security carefully to vet every
privileged guest before passing the Walled
Castle-door, so not to allow Covid
to take flight and soar, spreading deadly
spore through the air – over His Majesty's
Red-carpet-floor...
There are plates with gold trim, not the
painted kind – of Twenty-four Karat as their
goblets of wine, precious silver from royal
chambers, billionaire vaults, brimming over
with champagne from prized cellars, vintage
of all sorts, tribute paid by appeasing, complicit
European Courts, with thousand dollar a-bottle
highly acclaimed ports. There will be classical
music combined with White Shaming Hip Hop Rap –
diamonds and precious other gems abundantly given
for gifts, the nation having been well sapped,
American's Treasury criminally tapped,
for the king and queen's off-road treats – while
theft and murder rages in the commoner's streets –
shortages developing to the point masses of
people will soon have little food to break-bread
and manage – to the ruling devils, simply
collateral damage....
There once was man of means, who owned land that yielded a great harvest.
Thus caused the tearing down of a small storage house, to building a greater storage house.
Over time, he spent much of it being merry, selling small portions to fill his treasure house, whilst still yielding a great harvest keeping the great storage house full beyond measure, equally so, his treasury.
*As scriptured.
Jesus was asked to be an arbiter (an adjudicator, one who settles disputes) by a young man in the midst who wanted a fair portion belonging to his brother, whom 'twas given by virtue of birthright being the first born/eldest, according to the Laws of Israel. The younger brother wanted a fair portion of that that was given to his elder brother according to the birthright Laws of Israel. Therefore, the parable was a foreboding of covetousness, that what Heaven hast blest, thou shouldn't hoard as thine own, but to the furtherance of the teachings of Heaven. For what does it purposeth, when no one knoweth the hour when their life becomes forfeit and whatever has been gained, will go to those who had not earned it by labour, nor to those who have no need of it, nor to those who will sell off all your once prized possessions, at less than its true worth and squander it all away. Accumulation of wealth, is necessary but do not imprison thine heart to it and enrich self, but instead, enrich others, both physically and spiritually.
Date: 06/22/2019
Here by this lake
Cotton clouds quest,
Colours now take
A festive zest.
Misty moods float
As kin and kind
Gather to gloat
Fond peace of mind.
On earthly grounds
Mid-autumn comes,
Moon glow floods round
As laughter sums.
Rapture and feast
Grand harvest reaps,
Love floods the gist
Of feelings deep.
Culture floods more
To anchor will,
Mid-autumn shores
As moon glow thrills.
Old folk lore shows
An esteemed way,
Hearts seem to know
How purpose pays.
Moon cakes and food
Move fond delight,
Meet gracious good
With warm hearts bright.
Watch children play
Prized lanterns here,
Old chorus sways
Such happy cheer.
Bright sparkles show
A profound touch,
Love as we know
Blooms joy so much.
Falling leaves tell
Of changing times,
Mid-autumn gels
Such lovely chimes.
Moonlit lake bright
Enchants that heart,
A spellbound night
Love arrows dart.
Mystic moods glow
In tale and myth,
Autumn now shows
The moon gate drift.
Now here we sit
With hearts at ease,
Share pun and wit
Sip teacup bliss.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2017
Singapore
"I dived into the cauldron of magic potion-
and pay tribute to God's Galactic Soup."
_by Poet
Galactic soup, the Lord wished for,
one day when he felt empty, bored;
some nutrients to give him more
alternatives to be explored.
With hydrogen and helium,
He then stirred in some oxygen;
mixed carbon next then added some
neon, iron, and nitrogen.
He tasted it- but still not done.
The flavor needed silicon,
some sulfur and magnesium;
enough, for now, to work upon.
His soup was done and it was grand;
created by his expertise,
a perfect flavor, strong not bland.
And so the Lord felt quite at peace.
But he had stewed a giant bowl;
this was too much for him to hold.
To share it was His brand new goal;
so next, He managed something bold.
He flung his prized galactic soup
into the void in which He lay;
with a big bang, eternal swoop,
His Universe was born that day.
And from His soup, all life emerged
from gentle lambs to sharks that bite.
And likewise, humans, He diverged
to yellow, brown, red, black, and white.
Not valued as gold which still glitters when covered with dust,
honesty is the most prized of all virtues that define one's spirituality;
and if all practiced it, others would give many glances of trust:
who has known an honest person who was actually deceived by vanity?
Abraham Lincoln was one of those people,
and our society should follow his example;
if something is not earned, it can't be enjoyed...
conscience is a voice that cannot be ignored.
A thief knocks down an old lady and snatches her purse;
he runs to hide where nobody finds him to avoid prison...
whatever made him do it, he will not escape from justice,
or his conscience that will make him weep as children.
Be fair in everything you do, keep your honesty and try to be wise;
you will be surely remembered as someone who didn't cheat to rise.
Cham gave away
his most prized possessions
his video games
his PS2
his TV set
His new friends are happy recipients
They have only known him a couple of weeks
It is amazing
An answer to prayer for two of them
They needed money
for their drug habit.
Jay, his best friend back “home”
would have been extremely worried
He was already a little concerned
that Cham had not answered his texts
for two months.
They had been besties for eleven years
but Cham’s parents moved Cham
three states away for his dad’s
new job, six months back.
Knowing the extra money
is what the family needed
Away from their family,
friends, church, and the
town they had lived in since
Cham was born.
They knew he would
adjust. He would be
in college in a couple of
years. They wanted him
to have the best.
His parents had no idea
that when you are a sophomore
in high school, the only peers who
might give you a glimmer of a glimpse
of a glance for a year or two are
the drug pushers, who need a new sale.
Jay was horrified when he got a phone
call that his best friend Cham was
gone, dead from a drug overdose.
A drug overdose!
He argued Cham would have
NEVER used drugs.
Not in his old town with his
support system and his happy life,
and friends from football, baseball,
and track, he would not have.
But Cham was not even able to give
warning signs to those who loved him.
Because they lived three states away.
And his parents were too busy trying
to find new friends, a church they liked,
and a new support system to notice.
fertilization upon ovule
via spermatozoa automatically
gearing linkedin anticipated birth
especially upon confirmation conception
did sex seed
after numerous attempts dispelled dearth
as probable odds
finally wrought hardy sea men
to stoke the womb
spelling biological chances
that, fecund female will evince swollen girth
the longest time tested oven since humans
found warmth
amidst flint stoned sparked hearth
and fraught with utmost joy
at prospective parent hood
which, (lemme here
collective soulful sigh of relief)
that *****Sapiens
durability foretold tubby good
thenceforth extra mouth
to feed necessitated larder of food
which harvests
must be plenti full to appease gods,
and bank on siblings
to beget appreciable brood
hence existence extant for millennia
fastened tight like umbilical cord
sustaining potential life in utero
in due time dilating cervix will a ford
signal (predicated on natural bio rhythms),
whence that cub hoard will be a saving grace
(amazingly innate survival skills) noel lord
could ever conceive,
an instinctual attribute moored
within early forebears of modern mankind,
an explicit genetic haversack
microscopically pitch perfect (NON GMO,
gluten free trade) blend poured
with just the exact consistency,
flexibility, and resiliency
(in case a lion, tiger or bear roared)
as adrenaline pumped woman within family way
to escape let incubating progeny shored
when time and tide informed clandestine
cherished, fortified, prized oh ward
whence healthy birth of baby feted,
festooned with garlands engineered ahead
reflecting golden halo
akin to a ring of bright waters
thence new born and maternal figure
ferreted nested in feathered bed
which, didst double up when dread
locked spar ring human,
whence grim reaper got fed
another mortal, which body froze
with rigor mortis heavier like a led
zeppelin versus when person alive in stead
no heroic measures extant
when grim reaper came quick
advent chore of early primates could not treat nor trick
the scythe lent hooded body snatcher
as candle box didst flickr
burning down tallowed wick.
Peeping down through
the closed blind,
reflecting moon spy-tease
the created mind;
manipulating the running
of ebony-hued time,
trying to canvas a poem
with lines that rhyme.
Now if you knew how to rap,
this would be a snap
but it’s not so easy
in the wee hours, without a nap.
Yet, when you’ve survived
the trials of another day,
It’s not really that hard to scribe
what you need to say.
Here in the home of the brave
and the land of the free,
we have yet to cave
racism and abject bigotry.
While cold war debates
continue their drum major runs,
sacred lives remain victims of hate
and free-firing lawless guns.
No longer can we let the fearful minority
keep us in such dire calamity.
Like the ancestors dead and gone,
we too must fight against evil and wrong;
rising up and claiming our prized liberty.
Let us not leave coming generations
without worthiness and high hope.
Let us not insult our ancestral patrons
who fought and won the right to vote.
A MOON TUNING RAP
Peeping down
Through the closed blinds
Reflecting moon spy-tease
The created mind
Manipulating the running
Of ebony-hued time
Trying to canvass a poem
With lines that rhyme…
Now if you knew how to rap
This would be a snap
But it’s not so easy
In the wee hours
without a nap
Yet when you’ve survived
The trials of another day
It’s not really that hard
To scribe what to say…
Here in the home of the brave
And land of the free
We have to cave
Racism and abject bigotry
And while cold war debates
Continue their drum majoring runs
Sacred lives remain victims of hate
And it's free-firing, murdering, bloody guns…
No longer can we let the fearful majority
Keep us in such a dire calamity
For like the ancestors dead and gone
We too must fight against evil and wrong–
Rising up and claiming our prized liberty…
We can’t leave coming generations
Without worthiness and high hopes
And must not insult our ancestors
Who fought and won the right to vote…
I've received numerous honors and certificates o'er the years,
And for just doing my job received nice accolades from my peers!
Many are displayed on the family room "bragging wall",
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
There hangs a Certificate of Merit for something or other.
There's A Cold War Recognition Certificate, reads another.
There are Honorable Discharge Certificates for answering the call,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Nicely framed is a Chaplaincy Certificate awarded to a select few.
Near that is displayed a hard-won College Certificate too.
There are Promotion Certificates my commanders did install,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
One I prize is a Certificate from the State Supreme Court.
Also, an Air Force Appreciation Certificate for my wife's support.
My Air Force Retirement Certificate is proudly posted on the wall,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Hanging side-by-side are two prized military certifications,
For the Meritorious Service and Commendation Medal decorations.
Tho' these fancy accolades and honors do somewhat enthrall,
Our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)