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Gazing across the Trailer Park morning dew glistens on overgrown lawns, as the sun rises, empties strewn randomly in the grass sparkle like jewels in this dawn of day. Saturday night has past, Hank Sr has fallen silent, distant echoes of Stand by your Man and the wailing of police sirens, shouting and gun fire ebb from my mind. The prayers of the neighbors wife heard through the walls at 3am "oh god-oh god-oh god" have apparently been answered, silence stills this morning.
Hot coffee flows and warms my tired bones as the roaches scurry across the kitchen floor seeking refuge from the invasive light into the dark recesses of a cockroach underworld. A constant flurry of church vans pass by my window, come to gather those that have repentance for their sins of the previous Saturday night. A house-coated neighbor groans as she reaches for her morning paper, the folds of her belly fat strain the vertebrae that have given her the gift to walk upright to the kitchen for yet another jelly roll.
Some would see this community as a melting pot of emotional turmoil but what lies within this spiced stew is nothing less then life at it's purest form. Instinct, or whats left of man after crawling from that slime pool of life. There is no pretense of society or false empathy, nothing less then want and need. The establishment of being ruler of a 30X80 tract of land, King of all that their drug and alcohol induced visions might encompass.
I watch from the window of my kingdom, It is the dawning of a new day and life begins again.
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In her grand fantasy’s territory
Freely emerges beauteous Twinkle Fairy
Opening great provisions' granary ---
Gifts* for her wondrous birthday flurry
As a good girl, giving home no worry.
Twinkle Fairy grants her food-dowry:
Sweet delights flavored with strawberry
Midst pies whipped by apple and cheery
There’s also veggie meat, indeed savory
Likewise nutritious chips of zero calorie.
Basking under her dream’s victory
She’s awakened, hearing Mom’s “Hurry!”
In her room, vibrant and glittery
Are loved ones, singing; oh, how merry
With their presents wrapped by prayer’s glory.
Thanking God, she winks at Twinkle Fairy:
That's Mom along her virtuous story
Miracle-filled; sometimes, a mystery
Strengthening her faith, despite fatal injury
This blessed feast in the infirmary.
*Romans 11:29 For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.
November 1, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND no 650 any theme any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/19/2020.
I remember
a young child in Sunday School
wondering what Jesus meant
when he said,
I have come out
into Earth's narrative
to turn Her repentance upside down.
How could this be true,
when he also taught that those who receive more
will get more,
and vice versa;
less worthy grace
for less valued face.
This didn't sound right,
yet it did seem reviving,
Like something to hope for
even though Jesus didn't really get the job done,
or at least not here
where I was
and not now
when I am.
It has taken a lifetime
of wondering about that curious and courageous,
audacious and admonishing claim
to realize Earth's nutritional narrative
isn't about turning planets
or people
or plants
or even energy and health systems
upside down,
But is all about returning Earth evolutions inside out,
back forth
reverse forward,
principles for reverting revival revolutions.
For example,
Indigenous wisdom originally understood
we are here as one people,
one sacred empowered Tribe
to serve the health needs
and wealth wants
of EarthMother.
Just as Western patriarchal capitalism misunderstands
Earth is here
as our anthropocentric commodity,
one secular planet
to excavate
exploit
extract
rape
enslave
colonize
market
discount
clearance sale
to sever Her health needs
from our capital-hoarding wealth wants
before She inevitably dies.
What Jesus calls upside down
and inside out,
Laotse's listeners call
a Principle of Reversion
back to when Yin induced Yang
so Yang would compassionately deduce Yintegrity
for humane wealth Truth
serving Earth's health-revolutionary Beauty,
With many more cooperative
economically thriving outcomes
than leftbrain dominant
competitive
political survivalist incomes.
It's always sad & sorrowful when
someone is taking so young from this world
whether it be murder or rape victims
children that disappeared years ago missing it's sickening
but...it's the world we live in yeah I know
death is a given but when it's taken from
the youth it's a tragedy a travesty
so every life that's lost...it feels like I...
knew them personally like one of my own family
you see I wear my emotions on my sleeves
so tell me while you're reading my
facial expression...what do you see
can you see it the anger hatred & turmoil
as a people how far we've fallen tell me
who's gonna catch us I know we live reckless oh Lord
but please have mercy on this nation
yes we are waiting to be taken from this place and
I can relate I lost a few comrades
it's like we writing off our own fate
when we let this world consume us
because we grew up with single mothers
& dads it's a sad site and we in the fight
of our life to stay alive overcome the temptations
of hardships and wanting to commit suicide or be a homicide victim
so I beg of you oh Lord throw us down some
comfort help us to rebuke the demons
help us to never overlook repentance
so that you never hear our prayers talking about
yet another death sentence
In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography.
On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses, but also the selfishness of their spiritual benefits in the face of the imposture of the supposed crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
The eloquence of my silence allowed my innocence to resist the violence of arrogance.
The tyranny of hegemony and the xenophobia of foreigners breed racial savagery and imperialist barbarism, while Western supremacy is transformed into a burlesque comedy trivializing negrophobia.
Suffering generates sentences, but sometimes repentance opens the way to independence, so that insolence can never turn into condescension.
Between the medals and the funerals, between the reunions and the reprisals, battles grip the rudder of my destiny, with a range of tortures.
My emotions oscillate between devotion to justice and the promotion of disbelief, urgently seeking remission of my transgressions, before the purification of the flames of hell plunges my divine spark into the furnaces of illumination.
The liberation of my ambitions contributed to the strengthening of my convictions, so that my determination unleashed the full extent of my potential.
My distance from dementia is minimal, even if the angel of death exempts me for the moment from the penances of the eternal abyss, my blasphemies sow the seeds of a new hope.
The history of my people is the memory of its victories and the grimoire of its disappointments,
Despite the decline of the pharaohs, the savagery of slavery and the barbarity of colonization, she taught me saving lessons so that my Africanness could flourish throughout the Earth.
In the permanent search for truth and sincerity, I aspire to freedom, equality and fraternity,
To a serenity, far from the vanities that humanity loves to adulate to forget its fragilities.
Between my feelings and their punishments, stands the sanctuary of the last judgment, their compliments obscure the lights of my cosmic atom.
In the quarrels of my past, the aftereffects persist, recalling the rebellious periods of my tormented soul.
I will never trust human beings, even if immortal love challenges my conscience.
Shadows creeping in darkness
with blue shades
melting stars falling into still oceans
quite expectant awaiting a mid-night sun.
Witches and their magical brooms
the wild and their deadly claws
fiction and corresponding reality
exchanging their expressions
for edgy moments.
Gigantic umbrellas with heavy trunks
interact with fast migrating sands
the skies frown, the waters sleep
earth is depressed and weak
anything at anytime can happen
but Life stays sober and survives.
Natures repentance not in conformity
to the signatory of wishes and aspirations
every minute seems accidental
the next- opaque and unknown.
Life on ten similar locks
requiring same number of keys
from a group of a thousand more.
Patient tries increase the chance to succeed
in a cycle with so many big gates
each having its own puzzle to decipher.
Luck and fate become sorted gods
to help stay in the good side
of Life’s changing Cartesian plane.
The apostles were brought in and made to appear before the Sanhedrin to be questioned by the High Priest. "We gave you strict orders not to teach in this name," he said. "Yet you have filled Jerusalem with your teaching and are determined to make us guilty of this man's blood." Acts 5:27-28
Peter and the other apostles replied: "We must obey God rather than human beings! The God of our ancestors raised Jesus from the dead--whom you killed by hanging him on a cross. God exalted him to his own right hand as Prince and Savior that he might bring Israel to repentance and forgive their sins. We are witnesses of those things and so is the Holy Spirit, whom God has given to those who obey him." Acts 29-32.
"For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time of my departure is near. I have fought the good fight, I have fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge will award me on that day--and not only to me, but to all who have longed for his appearing. 2 Timothy 4:6-8.
...But he has appeared once for all at the culmination of the ages to do away with sin by the sacrifice of himself. Just as people are destined to die once, and after that face the judgement, so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him." Hebrews 9:26-28.
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on the earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father. Phillip pans 2:8-11. 3/27/23
Hear Him
I am a returning pilot,
Climbing home from days of yore.
I sit in vast arraignment,
A fresh host unit to deploy.
My life on earth a test.
Fearless work to reap the spoil.
An open time upon investment,
Eternal millennia to rejoice.
I love to be with kindred friends,
Who did first their time employ,
In suffering their crosses to all ends,
In recourse of reasons we all enjoy.
So many acts of love, and tests won.
The thoughts of my heart His,
My mind’s intents, in the Son.
His will my core, my anthem, “He lives!”
In us His royal essence does reside.
As His ministers and grateful servants,
We the children of God in Him abide,
In blessings of righteous observance.
The meek inherit commandments with great delight.
Faithful endurance welcomes in eternal light.
Charity opens our spirit’s eyes to glorious, loving insight.
Forgiveness is the gift of our salvation’s highest right.
Through covenant living, realizing the price and prize,
With repentance, baptism; receiving Gift of Holy Spirit.
Broken, contrite, sweetly remembering our Lord’s sacrifice.
Dining with Him in solemn, sacred sacrament rite, “Hear ye Him!”
Reluctant Rogue Redo?
By Mark Stucky
If Jonah, reluctant rogue of a prophet,
had desired to visit Ninevah,
instead of fleeing the other direction,
how different would his story have been?
More succinct but less interesting?
No stormy maritime mishap?
No hard-to-swallow fish story?
No prayer in the belly of the beast?
Just marching through streets,
preaching his pithy prediction?
Would Ninevah still have repented?
Or did the whale-of-a-tale
add conviction to his message?
Jonah was not unlike me,
a spiritual rogue of today,
refusing to answer my call,
enduring intolerable storms,
crying in the belly of my beast.
Like Jonah, reversing direction,
might I yet find my path
and emerge from the depths?
(First published in Poetica Magazine, 3 March 2022. See also my poem “Whale Wayfarers,” telling two cautionary whale tales about hazardous opposite extremes in following one’s “calling.”)
(Image by anonymous on Pixabay.com.)
These are the unredeemed
Unredeemed and unrelieved
In their souls in pain
Trapped in cycles without end
In many a violent place they spend
Unbearable time in mindless space insane
Sinning badly which no repentance
Prayers have freed
Nor opened a crack
In their selfish flow of greed
Darkness and humiliation cover
Every suffering creature over.
And in the black dusty dirt
Of the cemetery’s earth
Of every stupid town and city
There is a raging spirit of death
Remaining smiling and mute
Without compassion or pity
Returning from this land of dead
Dead again dead again
Where we found these lost
Empty sacks of human flesh
With hearts still beating but unfeeling
In the frozen bone white of winter’s frost
From an eternal winter of unknowing
The embers and fires of human love
In these valleys of earth
Are quenched by numbing
Social blizzards of hate
And civil indifference.
In desert sands their skeletal shells
Ambulate towards prepared graves
And faces of shifting suspicious stares
Pierce down unconscious of other’s cares
Falling raw into the rough trenches unsaved
Filled to overflowing with unredeemed blood
Surely these are the damned
Living in merciless mental swamps
With shoes soaked in dog excrement
And streets strewn with cigarette butts
A land haunted by roaming demons
In obedience to masters of rage and ignorance.
And the rare and precious and glorious
In the natural world of righteousness
Is left abandoned
Forever outside in a frozen wasteland
Of a world cursing God and His creation
And confirming forever a commitment to evil
Feeling “O how awful goodness is “
Away, away out of this madness
Fly us back, back into the brilliance
Of the precious and the glorious
Of the present Earthly Paradise
Hidden from view but always His