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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.
Santa Claus is coming.
This isn’t a luck situation.
He knows things, like if you’re sleeping.
Which is kind of creepy if you think about it.
I suppose I’m an open book.
It’s an implacable reality.
oops, better rhyme something.. let’s see..
“Santa, that elf commanda
will bring you all a panda
fresh from the jungles of Uganda
straight to your verandah”
Whew.. art is hard work.
Leeza has a small aluminum-tinsel Christmas tree in her room with a new-age LED-star topper. It slowly prisms through the color spectrum, breaking down light, like modern jazz. Small things can still enchant, if you’re open.
I was sipping dark-chocolate coffee while Lisa rearranged the ornaments on the tree - again (as head-elf, the tree is her purview). She was humming to herself unconsciously as she worked, like a finch in a beautifully lit, evergreen garden. There was no real melody to it, it was just happiness.
Peter (my bf) is here, he arrived last night - we’re workshopping instant gratification.
Even if things have been tough - I hope you have a joyous holiday - that you chose it, like an option in an app. Nothing’s sweeter than the bruised joy of someone who’s known sorrow.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
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**CORRECTION: Pandas live in a few mountain provinces of south central China.
coming out enchanting
a harp playing
bewitching music
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean
dressed in her forty shades of green
her lush finery
from the land of the leprechaun
king of the fairies
tales of a land of forever young in the fianna
magical blossoms shades her beauty
classical in her name eire
modern irish emerald green
jewel of her color
arising from the land
of eternal winter
geographers strabo
pomponius melba
quoting describes a cold chilling land
inhabitated by a bunch
of wild savages
who feast on the flesh
of their dead fathers
despite the cold
the grazing was so tasty
very lush sweet
that cattle exploded fat
if allowed to eat unchecked
in a new kingdom
penunnular broach
used to fasten her shawl
son of the high king
fiacha finnfolaidh
his father was overthrown
killed in a revolt
by the king of ulster
tutathal's mother
who was daughter
of king of alba
britian at the time
because alba became
the name for scotland
later on fled to britain
with her son 20 years later
he returns to eire
defeating his father's enemies
turns in history
subduing the
entire country
he became the high king
of tara
there he conveyed
in a conference
were he established
himself law in the land
he annexed territory
for each four provinces
creating central control
in the province of meath
four fortresses where built
one for each our green fields
span an irish republic
Like nations many, at Central South Asian seam,
With its roots in the Paleolithic time stream;
Home of cultures, habitats, and martial movements,
Lounge of Arab, Muslim, British, Greek amusements...
Empires many, like spiders, yearned to spin in; Failed!
On this graveyard of states, like cruise of pride, it sailed;
Through tempests, there were Taliban-tornados too,
Like bones in flesh, these turned, Afghan's unending woe...
Hospice of faiths like Zoroastrianism grew,
Great Islam, yet, like an umpire, sharp whistles blew;
Resurgences, like monsoon rains, showered and tried,
Goondaism, like winter-sun, its nature did hide...
Like vampires, bloodthirsty; powers ever to gain,
Inflicting Afghanistan, never-ending pain;
Traps of Taliban, hidden, grew long hate-stretching,
Provinces fell free in their hands fast, fear-fetching...
Afghan, like day's dew, turns the Islam Emirates,
Ethics... morals, like thieves or thugs, exit the gates;
Intruder hounds enjoy the game like wild hunting,
Citizens, emptied, exist like footballs, punting...
Curses of drought, flood, pandemic, and betrayals,
Innocents, like born debtors, suffer defrayals.
Let's not blame God or heaven or kismet or fate,
The cause of human fall is the human hate-skate.
Power-mongers, like leeches, suck blood and strive, thrive,
Powerless, like wrecked vessels, will ever survive?
Afghan, to the world nations, is a large lesson:
Tyranny, like Taliban, is troublous treason!
28 August 2021
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June nineteenth one hundred and fifty years ago
Juneteenth hint: three hundred
and sixty six days
after eighteen sixty four.
Major General Gordon Granger
led the Union Soldiers to Galveston, Texas,
to announce the end of the Civil war
and the freedom of all enslaved people.
Jim Crow sat perched
over the event horizon
waiting in the wings,
which brought darkened
(non-sheltering) skies
not only for the hot pocket
of suddenly emancipated
persons of color,
who would subsequently experience
immense prejudice
upon their embarkation
as (no pun intended)
"masters" of their own selves
while attempting to eke out a living
dirt poor, yet resourceful
hunkering down on plantations,
which property eminent domain
of federal government,
(a political entity
characterized by union
of partially self-governing provinces,
states, or other regions),
whereby said body electric
codified, fortified, and indemnified
manifest destiny, a phrase
coined in 1845, the idea
that United States destined—
by God advocates believed—
to expand its dominion
and spread democracy and capitalism
across the entire North American continent.
Though institution of slavery
supposedly rendered null and void
at the stroke of a pen
(courtesy Abraham Lincoln)
well actual legislation
passed by Congress on January 31, 1865,
and ratified on December 6, 1865,
the 13th Amendment abolished slavery
in the United States.
Nevertheless merciless abuse
heaped upon the *****
despite their legal status
being Granted leeway
to persevere life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness.
Recognition as equal brethren
among collective soul of American
fraught with bitter aversion,
condemnation, and ejaculation
of physical and verbal violence
against people of color,
whose melanin enriched complexion
birthrights rendered hidebound
severely limited
inalienable rights as declared
in Declaration of Independence,
now still utter abhorrence
regarding treatment
of those proud enterprising people,
whose once storied
African past left in tatters
leaving sparse threads
woven together by diligent dogged research
nsync with twenty first century technology
to allow, enable and provide opportunity
to stitch together a more complete tapestry
and spiritual fusion with shackled ancestors.
Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race,
Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space,
There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place,
A place of peace and goodwill, hosting heavenly grace,
Where pavements glittering gold beautify every street
Surrounding ornate, walled, mega-mansions of elite,
Where people garbed in fabled attire gather and greet
Grooving to exotic melodies, extolling tempo upbeat,
Echoing sounds of mirth celebrating Shangri-La aglow
Reveling on prairies and streams, glinting angelic glow,
On pristine banks of paradise where rivers of elixir flow
Blossoming beauty of Eden, gardens utopian bestow.
There we meet, relishing dreams, musing in our fairy-tale,
Beyond drudgery, beyond worries, beyond mortal pain,
Lauding courtesies of nirvana fantasies mythical unveil
Elated in enchantment of exhilarating, paradisal domain,
Ecstatic of your fervid stance, inviting fervor of romance,
Caressing embrace of love holding me close to your heart
Proffering gestures esoteric in seductive tease of glance
Synchronizing beats-melodic, passions euphoric impart.
It has been frequently said, that fervent prayers make a world of difference!
I am thereby calling upon the God of the heavens and the earth, to heal our people and our divided lands. And let not our enemies triumphant over us!
It is all too sad but none the less true! People in positions of wealth, power and influence have sold out our countries to powerful enemy nations!***
They have betrayed the very people, who elected them.
They have betrayed the very people by misinformation.
They have betrayed the very people who they educate. ***
They have betrayed the very people, whose money they
invested. They have sold out their medical resource systems.
They have betrayed the very people, who are their employees.
They have betrayed the very people, who they entertain. etc. ***
They have done far more than to sell out their countries' populations! They have sold out their souls to the very devil himself! "For what is a man profited, if he should gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" Matthew 16:26. The same general rule of thumb applies for the feminine gender as well.
What must we do, but pray that God Almighty prevents them from further selling their own countries down the river to a certain rich communist country! This country has world dominion on its very mind! In fact they even consider the European nation of France as one its provinces. If they completely succeed in taking over the United States of America? What chance do other countries have in retaining their own freedoms! Only the Lord God will be able to stand in their way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 14, 2020
11/14/20
Philippine is the shining Pearl of the Orient Sea,
Famous for its boundless natural wealth and beauty;
Land where many noble heroes bravely fought for us to be free,
I'm proud to embrace my beloved homeland’s great history.
When Spaniards came first to our beloved archipelago,
Enamored by great sources of spices and goods in richness’ flow,
Spanish Jesuits priest named it, “Perla Del Mar De Oriente,”
For its lands’ treasures and sea pearls, wasn’t it dolce?
Its beautiful name keeps echoing from east to west,
Along with other, “the region of the rising sun caressed”
Written and portrayed in one of the poems of Dr. Jose Rizal,
Our national hero whose achievements and patriotism were colossal.
Philippine is the sweetest land of the morning,
Its biodiversity's generous provision is fervor burning;
With its most hospitable, very friendly and hardworking people,
All visitors are welcome to sojourn in our land as home for all.
Come and visit many tourist’s wonders and amazing sceneries,
In Island of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, both provinces and cities;
It's more fun in the Philippines, so you all come,
We offer best places for holidays- so relaxing, fabulous and awesome!
Chocolate hills now blanketed by snow*
Hinder crystals from their cascading flow
As water falls freeze for a vibrant glow
With wondrous icy displays of great show.
Winter’s beauty is magnificent sight
Since nature displays grandeur of pure white
Elegantly covering greens, once bright
Since heaven showers blessings of delight.
Midst attacking coldness** that does assail
Sparks of fireplace still serenely prevail
Though chills cleave despite thick sweater and veil
Fellowship’s love, grace and warmth never fail.
*Job 37:6 For he (God) saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth…
**I live in the Tropics where there is no Winter Season. However, my family resides in one of the coldest provinces of our country, and we wear thick jackets to combat coldness from December to February.
January 18, 2023
4th place, "12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/24/2023
Three Score and Fifteen Years Ago
By Franklin Price
11/14/2020
Three score and fifteen years ago
I was born upon this earth
Joined a family of eight,
Was the ninth, for what it's worth
Four sisters and two brothers
A mother, father there for me
I was to be the last of them
That nevermore would be
Was brought home to my siblings
Who were shown I was a boy
They were told it was not Christmas
That I was not a little toy
Spread of ages, ten long years
Stuart Taylor to begin
Then, Nancy Ruth and Shirley Lou
Stopping then, would be a sin
Earl Joseph, Laura Gertrude
Were the next ones in the game
Judith Carol just before me
Franklin Arthur is my name
Brought home to Merritt Island
Yes, the one of lunar lore
Was then a growing citrus place
Barely had a country store
We had no city water
No AC then, you know
No TV there for watching
Listened to the radio
Milk brought by the milkman
Port Canaveral had no cruise
Truman was the president
The local paper brought the news
Many years have gone by
Helped shoot man to the moon
My father and my mother gone
Some siblings, way to soon
Nancy Ruth and Laura Gertrude
And myself are still around
They're now octogenarians
Five more years and I'll be crowned
My life has been exceptional
The best wife for fifty years
In seven days it's fifty-one
Can still remember that from here
Left High School in sixty four
Sixty- eight in Vietnam
Sixty-nine sent man off to the moon
It's great to be the who I am
Married, November, sixty-nine
To my wife and daughter too
They were the rocks within my life
For the things that I would do
Involved with start up ventures
Traveled all around the globe
Collected hotel ashtrays
Lots of shampoo and a robe
Had my own small business
A little longer than a score
Rode on Harley cycles
Three hundred thousand miles and more
Rode all the lower forty-eight
Three provinces above
A thousand miles in Africa
All of these with my true love
So you see it's been a great life
And I'm only seven- five
I got up this fine morning
It's still great to be alive
Friends and family, who read this
And know of these things I say
Know you helped to make it great
As I traveled on the way
Here's a toast to all of us
And the passed days since our birth
I'm sending love to all of you
For all that may be worth