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Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy
Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly severely uprooted, me
knowledge of ancestry
truncated, denuded..., bereft
any extended offshoots you see,
thus without doubt earned a priori
gene nee us award for peopling bee
silly decorative swallowtail and
wild asparagus coat of arms motif,
but particularly her artistry
paternal branch Harris and
maternal Russian limb named Kuritsky,
yet now unwittingly feel stumped
I ruminate, speculate, tabulate..., re:
garding one or more descendent did trumpet
objectionable bent with bias, decadent,
flagrant... haughty jarring averse trait
invariably patriarchal heir arch key
impossible impossible to hold figurative tongue
and rebuke stereotypical tendency
resigning, excluding, kraaling..., privileges
to any persons except Caucasian wealth thee
males, who fathered established, commandeered...
western civilization paradigm, I smart
with displeasure at gross injustice curtailed free
choice to acquire unshackled life, liberty,
and pursuit amidst avast booming population,
whose supposed inalienable rights blithely
usurped and denigrated creed, ethnicity,
and indisputably those with frizzy
hair still evident this late date two thousand
nineteen, I decry, grieve, lament,... particular lee
how women haint got no choice - chattel
to grand poobahs - to terminate pregnant sea
really irksome, when predicted on incest, rape
non viable offspring...violation this
garden variety poetaster recoils with knee
jerk loathsome, how young females jailed
if they undergo abortion
(with unwanted, unloved, unborn..., bay bee
thru no fault in their own stars),
punishment nasty, brutal and abhorrent
essentially enslaving the gentler sex lee
ving terror and horror, when peering into mirror
ogre looming ready to strangle gal lest she
obey mandate else...
Oh whiskey.Why have you come here tonight?
What door was opened for you to enter?
Leave!So I may not taste your cruel delight.
As I quit.You will not be my mentor
Strength is taken when you are my shaman.
No healer are you, feasting on weekness.
How do I heal when I'm preyed upon?
And succumb to your evil cold bleakness.
Go!With remorse, for I won't embrace you.
I've no need to feel the emptiness you bring.
A harlot to broken hearts, you witch's brew.
The payment you ask is a costly thing.
I rebuke you!I'll fight you alone.
I'll measure my healing with time, I own
contest Addictive Poetry
Frederic Parker
8/21/14
Beloved God and I need you well
in this I'm inquired
it's my soul felt desire
I need you to be always okay
in all and every kind of way
I pray Beloved the daily visual I pray
the loved love I need you to be okay
Okay for the Father
Okay for yourself
Okay for your sons and daughters
Beloved God and I need you well
There is no sickness
no infirmities sticking I rebuke
and I refuse to accept
anything not of Him
for hearing healing shall we decree
by His stripes we are healed
the love God and I need you well
ALWAYS
AMEN
12/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons
continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness;
images of the past clout me on the head
and rebuke me for having failed to use
more shrewdness and applied more sense:
many pitfalls and grievances I would have avoided!
My ideas were empirically estranged from reality,
no egotism was meant to underestimate pity;
frailty was a sign of vulnerability and confined
my thinking that wasn't clear but hypothetical,
endless times I sat down and pondered how pathetical
I seemed to bellow in self-doubt, being unhindered!
Is hindrance an obstacle or a warning to safeguard?
Is indulgence a pleasure or a condemnable sin?
Not using more shrewdness is a definite sentence
that will make life a wreck, not a paradise instead;
would one rather be unblemished or show a frown?
Only buffoons embrace idiocy and adopt pretense!
Having an inflated ego is detrimental to living a good life
It's a self-serving trait that can lead to tragedy and strife
One who's overconfident is arrogant, his hubris is rife
Overplaying his hand will cut like the blade of a knife
Some think they're better than the rest but should beware
of what happened in the race between tortoise and hare
When a hand is overplayed, there are screams, "Not fair!"
Pompous are those who are caught in their own snare
People who are uppity and conceited are easily derailed,
throwing a hissy fit when they find their ship has sailed
Dealing themselves a hand, but overplayed, it failed
They'd not be in a fool's paradise if modesty had prevailed
Narcissistic egotists seldom change. They don't understand
that when losing cards lie on the table, openly fanned,
they'd have been better off if they hadn't acted so grand
Those who overplay a hand, need a rebuke of reprimand
Taking everything for granted, with pleasure they boast
With excessive vanity, they need attention more than most,
but if I were to lift a glass, as if to honor them with a toast,
it would obviously be satirical and more indicative of a roast
November 21, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Contest
Sponsored by Eward Ibeh
May 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 38-42
Key Verse – Psalm 38:1 A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance. O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SIN REBUKER
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my disciplinary chastening
Thank You for making me repentant of my pride and corruption-pining---
My Creator, please forgive my iniquities that cause my mourning
May I always desire Your presence midst my affliction-groaning.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my reproofs toward maturity
Thank You for molding me to grow along Your Word’s authority---
My Teacher, please continue to instruct my heart to learn with humility
May I always seek Your wisdom of perfect certainty.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my testimony’s building
Thank You for measuring me of my frailty to follow Your guiding---
My Saviour, please cheer up my spirit by Your constant upholding
May I always rejoice in Your redemption with gladness You are sending.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my daily patience
Thank You for moving me out from miry clay of guilty conscience---
My Master, please lead my steps toward Your wondrous will’s magnificence
May I always delight in Your lovingkindness of gracious iridescence.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my righteous living
Thank You for melting me against worldliness by Your holy preserving---
My Ruler, propel my commitment for Your ministry along prayerful driving
May I always depend on Your power since to Your strength I’m cleaving.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my blessed victory
Thank You for mortifying me from evil deeds to conquer wickedness’ injury---
My King, please raise my devotion to triumph in Your glory
May I always enjoy sharing Your biblical Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my worshipful praising
Thank You for meeting me whenever my hope in You seems to be losing---
My Friend, please hear my supplications against unbelief’s oppressing
May I always trust in Your assurance which is surely a great blessing.
May 28, 2023
~May God~
(Anaphora)
May God always care for you
May God keep you standing tall
May God whisper in your ears words of wisdom
May God show you what you need to know
May God always have an angel for you
May God send an angel by your side
May God be there to catch you fast every time you fall
May God give you someone wonderful to love
May God teach you love untold
May God give you lots of love and hopes to keep you happy and warm
May God grant you with many gifts and long life
May God keep his eyes always on you
May God guide every single step of your way
May God keep you from each and all harm each day
May God always send an angel beside you
May God bless you with lots of wisdom and good health
May God always speak to your heart mind and soul.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.12.2016
~ Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
Descending,
I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
Spluttering,
I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
Flapping,
I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
Plunging,
I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
Tumbling,
I twist, turn and turbulate, ... then the thudding thump
Gasping,
I groan and exhale, a noiseless moan
Curling,
I recoil as innards become outward form
Emerging,
a base inside-out creature crawls and creeps
Tasting,
the tongue-tied intestines and the unseeing socket eyes
Groping,
a gruesome grub befriends the worm and slurps the slug-slime
Engorging,
as flaunted members flail blood and flick licky, sticky fluid
Reforming,
dim visions populate carnal shapes with awful movement
Gaping,
a fearful half-formed and startled face averts its gaze
Residing,
in deep gutter niches... these are my companion dwellers
Wallowing,
I sniff a redolent upswell of dank fissured earth
Disturbing,
I scrape, cleave and wipe away a smear of covering soil
Trembling,
I sense a warmth of body, a stretching of exotic wings
Enquiring,
I mutter clumsy overtures and crude enticements
Retreating,
I hear unmistaken rebuke and a sigh of disappointment
Imploring,
I elevate my utterances and seek a further hearing
Caressing,
I feel a welcoming and forgiving response
Pulsing,
the creature's cocoon gives way to nebulous female form
Ascending,
at first a cherub woman smiles playfully down on me
Transforming,
a stimulating and sensuous siren cavorts and teases
Uplifting,
wings gather me in for a swooping flight of fancy
Revealing,
from above, her intimate view of dwellers in the hinterland
Coaxing,
she fills me now with empathy and understanding
Alighting,
my body-mind lies prone beneath her
Tingling,
I feel her form and thoughts slowly enter and encompass me
Exploring,
I arouse and we gently probe between lips and sphincter
Delving,
I follow our rhythm of kiss, taste, touch and thrust
Wandering,
I experience our ambiguous male and female desire
Playing,
I laugh at how we tickle our innocence and sophistication
Loving,
I know for delirious moments what it is to be another
Consumed,
lost in coexistence with a like- but more extraordinary- mind
“Be of good courage.*” Such declares God’s sovereignty
Along His leadership as the supreme Almighty Deity---
Bowing to Him with humility
Submitting myself to His authority
Keeps me strengthened against my own debility.
“Be of good courage.” Such affirms God’s greatness
Along His omnipotence while manifesting gentleness---
Shining through His goodness
Consecrating myself to His graciousness
Frees me from arrogance of destructive stubbornness.
“Be of good courage.” Such reverberates God’s warning
Along His rebuke against unbelief, doubting, and complaining---
Repenting with sincerity’s well-meaning
Yielding myself to His reigning
Helps me win against selfishness so draining.
“Be of good courage.” Such speaks of God’s demand
Along His precept attesting promises so grand---
Meditating His Word whereupon I stand
Dedicating myself to follow His command
Guards me from entanglement of worldliness' pleasure-wand.
“Be of good courage.” Such asserts God’s compassion
Along His mercy upon me in my affliction---
Abiding in His will midst challenging situation
Laying myself to His perfect and wise action
Upholds me against oppressive dysfunction.
“Be of good courage.” Such announces God’s requirement
Along His statute for me to show my joyous fulfillment---
Complying to His faith-building agreement
Committing myself to His service-empowerment
Fortifies me toward faithful reaching-out commitment.
“Be of good courage.” Such assures God’s victory
Along His triumph in my obedience to proclaim Gospel story---
Relying on His might while praying to overcome worry
Surrendering myself to His control for His glory
Enables me to share His love, smiting fear's misery.
* Psalm 31:24 Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.
September 10, 2020
10th place, "Courage" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/10/2020.
Agape brain, there is a deep abyss, dull and endless.
But, I'm falling, acquiring whatever may be blessedness.
Conversely, there is only a void, and I am doomed.
Daily life's pull resembles a tornado baiting my wound.
Even though there is no sound, I am ill-suited to scream.
Feel no insight to view and discern nothing how to deem.
Geared on a rugged edge, gazing down into despair.
Hence, it occurred; it concealed my hopes; the grave is drear.
Icily stare at a bettor way of never-ending sadness.
Joined arms reaching blurring light in a dying awareness.
Keep Plunge pale pungent earthquake whirlwind.
Lower your prospering limbs into the swaying water bind.
Masterpiece danced through the corridors alike a butterfly.
Nettle-picking and stone-pounding on a blustery pathway
Obscured in the shadows, the gold gust lines are blurring.
Prepared for shivering haggles and raging lightning.
Quiet sound of trees swinging and branches underneath.
Rebuke mayhem would not include a flower wreath.
Sailing on foamy waves, under wrapping arm of windless.
Through the sand, grains climb a hole of nothingness.
Underneath, a dark opening has dove into the obscurity.
Vituperations venoms are heaped by shadow melancholy.
When the nightfall bar sparkles with a silver shine.
Xylene's pit dubs me currently, similar to alarm's whine.
Yield not too eerie dangers concealed in evil dream trend.
Zone time limit point of life warns I am drawn to my end.
Written: December 07, 2021
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France