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To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/
Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/
A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/
In sadistic trials, our fate does show/
A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/
A mind consumed by power, it would seem/
In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/
A God who craves our praise, eternally/
If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/
One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/
A paradox in words, where love and wrath/
Seem intertwined on a narrow path/
Communistic echoes in divine decree/
Where worship is forced/
And freedom can not be/
A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/
But by iron hands of theological tyranny/
The question lingers, in the silent night/
Can love be true/
When governed by such might/
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
Colorful bombs light up the sky
Honoring the day America said goodbye
Like a Father letting go to his daughter
Freedom was the groom on the other side of the water
An investment in searching the unknown
Ship sailing centuries setting an egotistical tone
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria were together
As per Spanish- Italian royal contract agreement letter
From the banks who put up the money to make humankind better
No one dropped off the earth
Only discovering a new land and giving birth
Risking lives
In studying the native active hive
Maybe taunting them when they arrived
Soon exploring took control
Europeans acting very bold
Surviving the warmth and the cold
Intellect stepped in
Too smart at home deciding to escape their sin
Accepting to start something new
Sparking guerrilla warfare style feuds
A civil ending
Breeding the national anthem in the defending
Soon a quick mending
South then separated from the north
Country was trying to go forth
Being a mixing pot
Everybody who wanted giving a shot
World proclaimed US a super power
Idea goes to our heads blooming like a flower
Two international wars and police actions
Tested the technology driven generated military attraction
Today there is an invisible enemy
Challenging trust from the buck to the penny
Silencing the sporting life
Entertaining spectacle that played like a fife
Waiting and hoping recreational gaming finds its social contribution
Subtly dealing with anger issues as a solution
Canned fans now make a sound
Probably the excuse television executives found
Reflection can be made
On the athletic trade
Concluding with reason
For every year having a season
Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a path of pandemonium.
Reluctantly he ventures forward with
vengeance portrayed through embers
engulfed within his frenzied eyes -
reflecting his mother's irreversible tears.
He is no mercenary nor a moneymaker,
just a repentant drifter, preparing for bedlam.
His purpose in sight, he closes his eyes,
but struggles to erase his thoughts,
as the sins of his ancestry inflict his mind.
Angels attempt to light his path with harmonic chords,
but demons cause havoc strumming broken strings.
Entering the kingdom of dry fountains,
where God has no influence,
he is afraid to inhale its corrupt pollutant air.
Charcoal clouds rumble,
before horizons shed unwelcome tears.
Before him platinum priests preach,
as court jesters dance with sly grins,
hiding metaphorical daggers behind their backs.
To his right overfull hospitals have no beds,
as penniless patients plead to be cured.
To his left the self proclaimed vain king
sits on his cardboard throne,
throwing dollars into a blazing fire place.
To his side his tyrannical hypocritical queen
hides behind her simulated smile,
oblivious to her narcissistic prince's incest desires
towards her clueless imbecilic princess.
It's an endless loop of greed cultivating corrupt seed,
which continues to breed nefarious creed.
Miserable masses attempt to break free,
but their liberation is dissected by cretinous henchmen.
In the marketplace of Machiavellian thieves,
merchant pawns auction fragmented dreams.
Sold to the biggest idiot!
His eyes full of disbelief, now rage with anarchy!
Intoxicated knights raise their half empty glasses,
as he calmly walks into this man made sand castle.
Gifts the cunning conniving cook some cyanide,
which he empties into his delectable broth.
Both watch as the elevated ones savour it like dogs,
perishing dramatically to their deserved downfall.
Beyond his childhood playground,
now with rusty swings and slides,
he places a crimson rose upon his mother's grave,
kissing her untouched headstone.
Expressionless he walks into the distance,
as storms wash away weak foundations.
Silent One
25 July 2018
Entrusted with divine oracles
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
of wondrous historical chronicles
proclaimed as “Thy Word”...
you documented sovereign miracles
on scrolls, through frayed, cannot be vanquished by evil sword.
Hence, you are honoured with your diligence
along heavenly vision-iridescence
to publish the Creator’s statements
not using any pen, but crude scribbling implements.
Inditing* blessed Scriptures
you are ancient writers of spiritual calling
endowed with wisdom of grandfathers' scribe-features
exposing Genesis patriarchs in their faith fulfilling
never under desk lamp but upon the Holy Ghost’s illumining ventures
assured by God’s power, never failing.
Thus, your devotion is commended indeed
by what you’ve done, many souls have been freed
reached with the Almighty’s love and grace
blessed while reading His living Book with trust and praise.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
July 9, 2020
I’d just finished reading a story to my daughter and as I tucked her into bed…she looked at me with her wide eyes, “Mommy, what is love.” She said.
And so I did what parents do when they’re not sure what to say…I took a deep breath and dove right in…hoping to find my way.
I leaned in close while searching for an answer somewhere in my brain…
“Love,” I said holding her hand, “is not so easy to explain”.
“Love is everywhere,” I started. “It glides upon the wind…it floats upon the sea…it’s in every creature great or small…it’s in you and it’s in me.”
There is this amazing power to love…of this I have no doubt…the more love that goes into a person…the more love that will come out.”
“Love forms somewhere within our soul…it is the music of our heart…it can be felt between two people…even when they are apart.”
“Love, when you are young, is different than love when you are grown…love is caring about someone else’s happiness more than you care about your own.”
“Love is beautiful, compassionate, forgiving, wonderful and kind…and love can only blossom when two lives are intertwined.”
“Love is just as wonderful when it is old as it is when it was new…I believe, when it comes to love, it’s what we were put on Earth to do.”
When I thought I’d said enough…when my disjointed ramblings were through…I smiled at my daughter and asked, “By the way…what is love to you?”
Her face lit up and without hesitation…with a child’s innocence she proclaimed, “Love is what makes me smile every time I see you…and every time you say my name.”
I was a little befuddled when she asked me ‘What is love’ at the end of a beautiful day…but the next time I am asked…
I’ll be ready
I know exactly what I’m going to say.
The Wuhan experiment concealed,
A cunning craft, deliberate, devised.
A multitude, unwitting, marked as prey,
An agenda slowly unmasked.
The air grew thick with engineered fear,
Ideas forged to crown a viceroy of control.
“Mask up.” “Keep distance.” “Isolate.”
Thus began the reign of measured command.
Servants of the people turned to tyrants,
A chorus of unlearned voices in authority
Sudden experts in unseen sciences,
Breeding speculation without end.
Puppets stood as figureheads,
Echoing dictates to lesser thrones.
One continent acted, another imitated,
And others teetered on ideological cliffs.
Even distant lands bore the weight
A pressure felt like knees upon the neck.
Africa, cast as a waiting consumer,
Led by compliant and weakened hands.
Autonomy of body dismissed,
Leaders eager in their zeal
More devoted than doctrine itself.
A cure proclaimed for the unbroken,
Euphoria bottled, a patented promise.
Names were given like rites of passage:
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Omicron
Each a chapter in a calculated tale.
Profit saw its moment and seized it,
Shielded by laws from consequence.
Masses, unknowing, became the trial,
While the poison crossed all borders freely.
No sanctions. No reckoning.
Even as the architects gathered in celebration.
Dissenting voices swept aside,
Silenced beneath the weight of narrative.
Casualties mounted in quiet numbers,
While institutions aligned in silent accord.
A fragile illusion of safety endured,
Signed off by those unversed yet compliant.
The gullible stood in endless lines,
Welcoming the swiftest remedy ever known
An experimental vial dressed as salvation,
A gift disguised in polished deceit.
History’s warnings cast aside,
Reason surrendered to fear.
Humanity, stripped of its questioning mind,
Chose the needle over uncertainty.
Division followed swiftly:
The vaccinated cleansed and accepted,
The unvaccinated branded and confined.
Then came Omicron
A turning tide, defying design,
Unraveling the script as demand declined.
Billions amassed in silent gain,
Lives reduced to collateral cost.
And in the end, a quiet refrain remained:
No apology. No justice.
No recourse.
You cannot sue.
I've seen the reaction on your face now,
I've heard all you have to say to my ears.
I'll allow them to sink into this Stony heart;
Not to breed hatred,not to lower my esteem.
I'll save them into my weak memory,
Not to forget them,not to keep grudge.
You have read your letter perfectly,a letter you wrote;
Talking about the real version of the story you told me,
Clearly bringing out the truth about the life of lies you lived.
You have said it all,you have proclaimed to me the future;
You have prophecied that tomorrow is better with us apart,
And I will accept it the way it is.
Because I have no more words for you,
Watch my finger point to the door,directing you out of my home.
And when you've taken your leave, allow me shut the doors,
I want to take time off,so that I may ghost you.
I want to forget your fancy promises,I want to forget everything.
I want to forget your sweet lies,I want to forget everything.
I want to forget the day we met,I want to forget everything.
I want to forget that I was once in love with you,I want to forget everything.
I want to forget today, and it's events,I want to forget everything.
I want to forget all about you,I want to forget everything.
And when I'm done with forgetting,I want to meet you again,
And hold you so tight, and feel the warmth I once felt.
I want to have you back,I'll open up again to you.
I want to forget everything that has happened,
But I don't want to lose you forever, like I am today.
I want to forget everything,but I don't want to lose it all.
Ampurire Anitah
Galilee to Golgotha
He came as a Babe in a lowly manger
In Bethlehem from Galilee
Annals of time had prophesied
Messiah would come to set man free
Not through the realms of royalty
But by meager and modest means
Free from pollution of humanity
Untainted by mankind's genes
As a youth, He marveled the elite
When in the temple, He appeared
Rulers who once felt secure
Now, their position - - they feared
Hostility and fury, soon would follow
As law and tradition, He did negate
When their hierarchy was challenged
They knew their position, it did abate
Evil forces became more intense
Until "away with Him," they cried
"We'll not have Him rule over us"
For sure, He must be crucified
A rugged cross on Golgotha's hill,
There, they proclaimed His demise
But from the tomb, He arose to reign
Soon, He ascended into the skies
"I will return," He did declare
Only then will true peace prevail
Mine own, with Me shall be secure
Evil forces, will no more assail
Colan L Hiatt = 11-24-15
© All Rights Reserved
Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly
with meager possessions, lofty dreams,
bringing hearts filled
with longings
for the familiarity of homelands
and family left behind,
they came to America.
Schowengerdt, Rabun, Mazzei,
Erickson, Keeton and Rausch.
RaGusa, Martin, Devries,
Kaplan, Renfro, Czypryzs,
Morrissey, Hartpence, Colbert,
Collier, Roth, Proia and Ward.
They came to America.
Shining through immigrant tears,
Lady Liberty’s freedom torch
beaconed the way to portals of hope.
Beyond ... the future’s golden glow
beckoned the brave to create a new America
molded out of the melting pot of diversity.
They came to America.
Standing hand in hand at Ellis’s shore,
in reverent silence,
hearts bursting with pride,
a hundred mother tongues
with single voice proclaimed
in perfect harmony,
“We are America!”