Long Reform Poems
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Can I be your divine love like his Dharani?
Can I be another reason why you're happy?
Can I be why you live more meaningfully?
Can I be the one who knows you truly?
Can you be my god in human form?
Can you be why my romance shall reform?
Can you be the one who calms my storm?
Can you be what becomes the new norm?
Can you and I be together beyond forever?
Can you and I learn to be better, together?
Can you and I always be filled with fervor?
Can you and I also unite in the hereafter?
Can we continue being teacher and student?
Can we love without being codependent?
Can we thrive on being lovingly transparent?
We can: because our love is Godsent.
The tick of the clock drives me mad
The passage of time makes me sad
Sand trickling like blood through the hourglass
I grab the handle made of varnished brass
Tears blossom and parade from my eyes
Eerie echoes filling my ears with lies
Life was not supposed to be rife with strife
Yet deep into my flesh is buried a knife
My whole life I've just been a creep
Meek, perhaps, all I could do was meep
The clouds form a dull iron curtain
Separating me from Heaven I am certain
The rain falls upon my head
Like the tears I've longed to shed
Nothing matters and the hourglass shatters
And upon the concrete blood splatters
Sand seeps from my empty eye sockets
And vines erupt from my pockets
My hair falls out and wiggles into the ground
My mouth is open screaming but without sound
But there is a ringing throughout my head
A million voices uttering things I never said
And I burst sending sand flying everywhere
As people stop and begin to stare
The hourglass shards begin to reform
My blood has made the sand dark and warm
Perhaps I'm just a naughty nautical knave
Death is the thrashing traumatic wave
From which my soul could not be saved
And upon my tombstone it shall be engraved
The tick of the clock drove me mad
The passage of time made me sad
Everything inside me was broken
And in death I was finally outspoken
Misplaced peg squirms to fit locales unfamiliar
Illformed tumbleweed pauses then departs
Traits assessed on somewhere else's charts
Easily establishes enemies, little gypsy peculiar
Streets of secrecy, social strategy a stranger
Rolls from Rockdale, Rockingham, Rockhampton
Unaided operation sketches a champion
Bulging solo aptitude, high tolerance to danger
Drifting past family structures, clutches chances
Data disposed of overflows in memory shredder
Fresh beginnings fail friendships, bewilder her
New girl novel melts before meaningful advances
Perpetually caught in premature adulthood
Intake span of someone far her senior
Gypsy next city glee denies daddy anemia
Escape keeps temptation stability should
Mystique of psychic crystal ball rub predicts
Bored people thrown on her path, until overawed
They resume stock standard sequence, abhorred
At how she moves undeterred, her hasty skips
Deliver Duke Travel, a compulsory companion
Collar stiff against any threatening storm
Gaping heart swaps masks, instant reform
Road ahead bound in belonging she imagines
23rd May
Bird flown away
At every turn in time, I wish to live the best dream
The best wish everyone could have
That caress the precious grace per luck
Which colors achievement
And can be counted on as reinforcement cum hard work
Which pave ways, wings soar peacefully
That bottoms sit back to reminisce,
Counting blessings worthy of thanksgiving
Many are dreams you once had in gleam
The ones that would've continue to live
But with the dragging of time, you chuck
Thinking when will you be old enough to have its fulfilment
Despite all the prayers you build like a bulwark
Just as the sun fuels the moon's speed
And its light determines its brightness
The florals get human lives' breath feed
And beautifies environment and its forthrightness
Dreams cage plans towards fulfilment
And bless efforts for passions many rewards
Goal is the root of focus connecting achievement
Aiming high at globally recognized awards
I once wish to be a doctor
For the sake of saving lives
But one thing I admired most
Is the smart look of the uniform
On the ones I have come across
I can't figure out how I become a proctor
Many are lazy students I practically forgives
Who have over the years been undiagnosed
And abandoned for the higher institution to reform
How will they be able to bear the cross?
At a point in life, I wanna become a football player
Either I get to feature or not, no cease payment
The profession I referred to as "money making machine"
More than any other on weekly basis
To get life going well visiting places
At another point, I wanna be a bricklayer
Who has never been exposed to an underpayment
But they spend much on colchicine
To make sure the system is active
Then watch to avoid being addictive
In the ancient world…
Temples were places that kept people’s treasures,
Not just places to do a god’s pleasures.
They were secure,
For the rich or the poor.
Hard to rob,
Safe from all but a mob.
In the ancient world…
So many animals were as sacrifices, killed,
And the carcasses, afterwards, were delightfully grilled.
Bar-B-Q it was for worshipper and priest,
A good time for all and a satisfying feast.
(But not so great for the poor dead beast.)
In the ancient world…
In the Hebrew Scriptures there is no hell.
And there was no heaven as well.
Everyone went to sheol, the place of the dead.
Whether righteous or not, there was nothing to dread.
But that wouldn’t work for the Christian book.
An afterlife reward made a better life hook.
In the modern world…
Planned Parenthood says they serve many a function.
But pro-life people say this is just unction.
Margaret Sanger was a person, pro-life people adhere,
Who wanted to see minorites disappear.
But what of Martin Luther and his great reform?
He wanted to kill Jews who would not conform.
Burning their synagogues, that was just fine.
They would not accept Luther nor follow his line.
(Hypocrites should have their own level in hell.
Their self righteousness wreaks of a disgusting smell.)
June 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 63-67
Key Verse – Psalm 63:1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL SATISFIER
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
refreshing me of my heavenly longing
Thank You for reviving my spirit with Your power for vibrant singing
Reveal to me what Your loving kindness is bringing…
Rehearse unto me Your awesome marvels for my eternal belonging.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
replenishing me by Your preservation
Thank You for reinforcing my faith by Your counsel’s instruction
Remind to me Your wise declaration…
Restate unto me Your assurance for my upright determination.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
reinvigorating me with blissful praising
Thank You for renewing my prayer life through Your bountiful blessing
Restrain me from indulging in foolishness and grievous transgressing…
Reform me by Your powerful progressing.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
restricting me of my vanity’s noise
Thank You for rebuking my arrogance while in Your meekness I rejoice
Release me from worldliness’ deceitful choice…
Reprove me with Your admonition’s correcting voice.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
redirecting me toward glorious honouring
Thank You for reviewing my works I present in my worship-gearing
Rule over me by Your unconditional caring…
Repair me along Your proven stirring.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
regarding me midst my afflictions’ difficulties
Thank You for reshaping my personality along Your sacrifices’ entreaties
Rescue me from iniquities’ afflicting infirmities…
Restore me by Your merciful security to combat uncertainties.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
raising me up toward heavenly shining
Thank You for rejuvenating my health for my kingdom-service refining
Recreate me against my stubbornness by Your sovereign governing…
Ready me for Your glorious returning along my divine yearning.
June 2, 2023
(September (from Latin septem, "seven") was originally the seventh of ten months in the oldest known Roman calendar, the calendar of Romulus?750 BC, with March (Latin Martius) the first month of the year until perhaps as late as 451 BC. After the calendar reform that added January and February to the beginning of the year, September became the ninth month but retained its name. September's birthstone is the sapphire. The birth flowers are the forget-me-not, morning glory and aster.) Source: Wikipedia.
September.
In south, March is spring
and September in north, fall
springy blue sapphire
Why do we aim hot hate at each other
causing further cracks and craters in dried-up deserted Earthers,
when we could choose to heal and recreate
formerly fertile forested and grassland soils
to reform and rejuvenate subclimates of therapy?
ReCreating springs and filters of and for clean rich waters,
together restoring healthy air
to breath more deeply together
as we plan Earth's further fun and happier rejuvenation,
yet another pronoia year, and season,
decade and win/win millennium.
We retain polyculturing subclimates
of good cooperative potential
so urgently needed.
We have no sacred time left for anti-organic guns and missiles.
We have so much labor-neglected waste and inhumane depreciation
for labor-intensive machetes and rakes and shovels.
No time left for any isms short of multiculturally rich Earthism.
For this we bicamerally emerged
and to this co-empathic center we each return
happier together,
more peace prosperous,
co-mentoring ecopolitical therapy.
Those who choose revenge and terror
do not believe they have been given a healthy choice;
that they have been born into a trauma triggering mess
out of which they can only compete to explode first and best.
And, who among us
has never known this victim of Earth's vast apathetic despair
darkly smoldering for protagonistic revenge?
Who are those most worthy of catching this compelling vision?
for co-redemptive healing nursing landscapes and nurturing rivers,
within as without,
purifying our formerly chaste seas and skies
all perpetually
polyculturally
polypathically
revolving around and with one another
in hope of further resonant resolutions,
resilient fertile regeneration.
Pathologies of paranoid win/lose eviL
less than more
than healthy pronoia Live
as spelled-out
swelled-up
in win/win regeneration
reverse of lose/lose degeneration.
"You have to be taught to learn how to hate before you are five, six, seven or
Eight. To hate all the people your relatives hate, you have to be carefully taught in your dear little head...." South Pacific song. ***
The word is all out in the city streets.
To reform society you have to learn
To hate the police. The police target
And profile people of color. And
Practice racism!
What is the solution? Defund the
Police by 50% and give certain jobs
Over to civilians and mental health
Professionals. Take their money
And put it into community housing
And community projects.
The police department of Toronto
Canada went on strike the year
I turned 15! What happened?
An increase in violence and crime!
Toronto passed a law right away
Forbidding their police departments
The rights to strike!
I lived in a housing project in their
Shoreline school district Ballinger
Homes housing Project. My
Life and my family's was in
Constant double jeopardy!
They made us an offer we
Couldn't refuse. "We said go
To hell we will blow your brains
Out! "You will wish to God you
Were dead!" They replied.
We did not want to become drug
Addicts and prostitutes!"
I am not against more affordable
Housing. I l myself am on
Section 8! I just am telling
You these people tried to
Kill my family with rocks!
We need the police department!!!
We need to all get together right
Now. We need both justice and
peace!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July, 23, 2020
Victorian Era
~Victorian Era~
I think that the Victorian age would have suited me
The ingenuity fashion the great exhibition
Would all have been fascinating for me to see.
Not a child up chimneys, that’s not my mission
Not a Debtors Prison or Blacking factory.
None of these I’d do, that’s not my ambition.
I want to invent and better things for all,
The Victorian era was when inventors had a ball.
From Steam ships to sewers, lighting, and heating.
Bazalgette cleaned the streets Pettit and Smith made us warm
Lister invented antiseptic which we now use after eating.
Anaesthetic was invented, which is now the norm.
Science and technology all the greats were meeting
But prostitution and destitution were in need of reform.
A great Victorian lady I would have liked to be
But I am quite happy, with the twenty-first century me.
For: A Moment In Another Time by: Mandy Tams~GG~