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I keep hearing them say it
in the media these days,
we need representation,
it’s the only thing they say!
Now if they say it that much
they must be quite serious,
so I looked on into it,
and ended up quite non-plussed.
’Cause based on demographics
it seems to me rather plain
that if we’re to make progress
then we’ll have to make a change.
You see I’ve noticed on screen
a third of people look black,
and for the longest time I
thought nothing was wrong with that.
But then I say the census
and I was rather amazed
that blacks were thirteen percent
of this country’s modern day,
which means there are too many
getting jobs in Hollywood,
overrepresentation
I assume is not that good.
what people have lost their shot
of being portrayed in film
because of miscalculation,
how many folks never will?
So if we are to be fair,
represent folks properly,
start firing black actors,
or you hate diversity!
But even more worrisome,
and even more out of whack,
are the percentages of gay
characters that people act.
The way our TV shows it
one-fifth of the people are gay,
but according to surveys
only three percent feel that way!
Which means what’s on the TV
does not represent real life,
and if we cannot see ourselves
how can we develop right?
To balance out the numbers
means drastic measures, I fear,
to correct representation
means less stories about ‘*****.’
But that’s not the start of it,
look at the folks some call ‘trans,’
cause celebre in Hollywood,
are they woman, are they man?
See so many in movies,
but if we’re to represent
then I will have to point out
they’re.02 percent.
Once again they’re too many,
and something has to be done,
since being represented
is vital to everyone!
To cast so many trans folk
can really do lots of harm,
you’re underrepresenting
all of the people who aren’t!
Unless, of course, these crusades
are only a load of bull,
nothing more than a charade,
a chance to virtue signal,
so shallow people feel special
without having to do work,
a chance to puff themselves up,
look down on others as jerks.
There’s nothing people like more
then feeling they’re somehow great,
and if the truth impedes that
then reality becomes ‘hate.’
I suppose we could go back
to hiring on merit,
but they’re not gonna do that…
someone might call them ’bigot.’
From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds unto their souls, they are afraid of the outside world, afraid that death could be their bane at least there was a sorcerer to tell Merlin what Arthur's bane would look like, I lived among these people, the only survivor of my family who were captured and butchered like pieces of meat. For me, the attitude of fear was untraceable in my soul like pieces of heroine, vengeance was the objective I seeked for like the legend of the seeker I sought my own path, my own journey to the outside world to avenge my family but the spirit of assistance was crying out to me like the voices of the hummingbird echoing across the dark forest. In our world, almost everyonelacked the determination and courage to stand up for one another, fear had tortured them for so long, a leader was missing but now found like the prodigal son because I availed myself. I supplied to them the spirit of bravery and confidence, everyone would gather to lend me their listening ears and watch me, both old and young, for a long time we lived in fear, but the time to stand together like the walls of Jericho had arrived. The spirit of guts over fear was very essential at that moment, if only Julio Caesar was still alive, I would hsve learnt more from him, we were seen by the outside world as aliens but that narrative was about to change, the tides of the tsunami were about to turn like a compass, a new wave of strong blood run through our veins like a fountain, we were on a mission, like soldiers we marched like army worms into the outside world seeking redemption of our identity, at least the idea of the silo was wrong because there was life outside, it was a different atmosphere compared to the environment in our world. The citizens were afraid of us, we had worn masks due to our fear then, but no more they were off our faces like the unveiling of a secret, the people saw us for who we were, we scarred but that was the representation of our people, a war could have ensued, my vengeance would be successful, but I remembered what my late father told me, "Every human being, be it tribe, language, ethnicity are all one and so we united with the people, after all were all made from the same creator.
I held the torch high for you
so you might understand
the depth of our Love
In the reports I highlighted
every perfect principle
I have set before you
many examples
and the supreme flawless one
ultimately complete in every aspect
impeccably presented a picture
easy to understand
It was painted so the beauty
of it’s form
might be seen from any position
and I ask myself why is it hard for you to see
I gave you time for the examinations
I passed them on to you
that you might make them
your own
I laid out the Words
as I was told them
I gave them to you exactly
as I was given them
The instructions I have clarified
alongside their understandings
I handed them over to you
that you might possess
all the wisdom and all the wonderful
that you might trace them out
and follow the threads
a tapestry woven in time
that reaches every space
and covers every matter
I have made them a gift
to everyone who will open them
Your vision of it is assured
you must make them your own
the gift of one mind
to change the nations
one heart to love them all
and one body to enact
it’s instructions
to carry them into every
darkened place
so that they can see
Light
and walk in it’s Ways
and seek their Truths
The Love of God
and the dispensation by Christ Jesus
PoetryofProvidence
C Michael Miller
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Hebrews (NIV)
1 In the past God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets at many times and in various ways, 2 but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom also he made the universe. 3 The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven.?
There Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream
Long after that ripe golden sunset gleam
Cool silvery tones, wavering light;
Then winter lonely fallows deeply dream
Into the grayish ghostliness of night.
Far off, yet looming bold and strangely near,
Within starry heavens they are aureoled,
Forested mountain-ranges far westward rear
Their high guardian towers as of old.
And lo! above their ancient stormy deeps,
In pensive grandeur, icy frozen browed,
One glorious forest summit there keeps
Transcendent vigil alone, pure and proud.
And we who see that shining symbol turn
A moment's while from its lone transient mood;
From that brief moment we clearly discern
Our lost souls within Nature's solitude.
Robert J. Lindley
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https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=fallows+meaning
fal·low1
'falo/
noun
plural noun: fallows
1.
a piece of fallow or uncultivated land.
verb
3rd person present: fallows
1.
leave (land) fallow.
Origin
Old English fealgian ‘to break up land for sowing,’ of Germanic origin; related to Low German falgen .
fal·low2
'falo/
noun
plural noun: fallows
a pale brown or reddish yellow color.
Origin
Old English falu, fealu .
Translate fallows to
Use over time for: fallows
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/aureole
Aureole
noun au·re·ole \'o?r-e-?ol\
Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
Definition of aureole
1
a : a radiant light around the head or body of a representation of a sacred personage b : something resembling an aureole UNSUPPORTED CODE
2
: radiance, aura UNSUPPORTED CODE
3
: the luminous area surrounding the sun or other bright light when seen through thin cloud or mist : corona
4
: a ring-shaped zone around an igneous intrusion
aureole transitive verb
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Note- Sorry my friend- I know I promised you a sonnet on winter and Nature written today but my muse insisted on two more verses.
I learned long ago. my muse is a very vindictive beast when disobeyed.
Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done?
Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone.
I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone.
The horror of a dying man reverberates in my bones..
That look sinks into my soul with his plea of, WHY!
His pleas of why, I cannot live, why must I die?
As his eyes of his soul fade away into lifelessness.
I feel the authority gently pull my arms and cuff both my wrists.
I wanted no representation at my hearing the following day.
The Judge took pity on me for I was trying to keep my crying at bay.
He sentenced me to five years for DUI and 10 for vehicle manslaughter.
Now I sit in solitude, withering away and not living, why bother.
I usually keep my cell door closed, I want no company
But in my melancholy of self-pity, I left it open this day.
A joyful youth of red hair came bounding in with a beautiful smile.
His noble intentions startled me for a while.
He offered me his ration of delicious smelling bread.
I was distraught over this death with deep sorrow and dread.
I gently refused his kind offer and told him I want no life.
He warmly smiled at me which put a pause in my strife.
You have me transfixed and wanting to know more.
“I see the pain in your eyes, do you want release?” he implore.
I told him that it hurts so much that I do not want to Live.
He said, “Have you considered an alternative that I am willing to give?”
What is it? I stated, what do you have for I know I am condemned.
Let me tell you about our brother that he wants you to mend.
I am an only child and I have no brother, you speak of him, who’s he?
He is Jesus, our brother who extends a welcoming hand and want you to see.
See what? I asked as my heart started to warm as if he’s there.
Suddenly our brother appeared in radiant light and sat in a chair.
I fell to my knees and bowed to him crying, why me brother?
I feel your pain of a contrite heart for you are my child like no other.
Please listen to me for I and one who has died forgive you for what you have done.
Now, child, please forgive yourself, when you do your life will shine like the sun.
Still kneeling at my brother's feet and I forgave myself over and over again.
Thanks to my redheaded friend and brother, my new life began.
THEY SAID HE HAD A POOR ATTITUDE
HE WAS A SORE LOSER
A PERSON WHO TRAINED HARD
AND FOLLOWED COACHES INSTRUCTION
BUT WOULD SELDON TAKE DEFEAT IN STRIDE
HE WAS SEEN BY HIS FOOLOW COMRADS AS
A PERSON YOU WANT ON YOUR SIDE
BUT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO COMPETE DIRECTLY WITH HIM
BECAUSE HE LACKED A MORAL SENCE OF OBLIGATION
HE WHIND LIKE A BRAT.
HE'D CAUSE HIS PARTNERSHIPS TO LACK FOCUS
HE'D OFTEN BE SEEN WITH
FOES OF HIS FREINDS
CAUSING THEM TO NEVER REALLY TRUST HIM
HE LACKED A SENSE OF DIRECTION
AND WHEN THOSE WHO SAW COLLABORATIVE EFFORTS
WOULD BENEFIT BOTH
HE'D DO SOMETHING TO CAUSE VICTORY: BUT HE LACKED
THE STAY-IT-IST THAT TEAM WORK NEEDS
TO HAVE A COHESIVE GELLING.
WE CELEBRATED HIM AS BEST IN THE WORLD
THIS WAS DONE WHEN HE BECAME THE
FIVE TROPHY CHAMPION DEFEATING
A MAN WHO WAS SMARTER, TALLER, FASTER, MORE AGILE
AND SOME SAID MORE CUNNING.
HE SAW PAST HIS FAULTS AND DECIDED HE WAS THE BEST IN THE WORLD
AND ALL HE NEEDED TO DO WAS DEFEAT THE CHAMPION TO DO SO.
HE DID: SEVERAL PEOPLE WISHED HIM DEFEATED
THEY CONSORTED, PLOTTED, SCHEMED, AND EVEN CHALLENGED HIM
BUT ONE MAN SAID HE WAS EQUAL IN STANDINGS TO
THE MAN THE WORLD CALLED CHAMPION. a FELLA THAT REPRESENTED THREE COMPANIES AS CHAMPION, WON HIS SIXTH CHAMPIONSHIP FUSSING THE TITLES CREATING
A NEW NAME FOR HIS REPRESENTATION. SIX COMPANIES CALLED HIM CHAMPION,
HE REFUSE TO DEFEND THE BELTS SEPARATELY, AND HE
PUT IN HIS CONTRACT UNLESS HIS COMPANIES WOULD FULLY TRY ON NATIONAL TELEVISION TO SUPPORT HIS EFFORTS AS THE ONLY
AND TRUE COMBINED CHAMPION, HE WOULD FORFEIT THE TITLES CAUSING ALL SIX COMPANIES TO HAVE TO DEVELOP TOURNAMENTS.
WELL IT WORKED
SOMEONE SAW A PROFIT IN WHAT WAS HAPPENING
AND 11 COMPANIES CAN TOGETHER FOR ONE NIGHT IN COSTA RICO.
THEY CALLED THE EVENT
"NTAEUS'S CROWNING" THE MAIN EVENT WAS CALLED CROWNING ARTAEUS" THEY WRESTLED FOR 56:59 MINUTES WHEN THE TIME KEEPER RANG THE BELL.
HIS CLOCK HAD BEEN OFF SET. SOME CITED INTERFERENCE. bUT THE TIMEKEEPER HAD BEEN SWORN TO A CERTAIN LEVEL OF MORAL CODING.
BOTH CHAMPIONS THINK THE BOUT WAS AT A DRAW WERE SUPRISED TO HEAR, THE THE ATHLETIC COMMISSION SPEAK THE WORDS aNTAEUS vECTOR" WHICH MEANT A RESOLUTION HAD TO BE MADE. THEY DECIDED ON A TEN MINUTE CONTEST.
BOTH COMATANTS WRESTLED TO A DRAW.
Powerful Little Bird
Powerful
little bird
flow-now flies
has flown away
quietly yet loudly invoked
Tangled Dove fries away
Birth 5 children
from the womb, now
Father's Love Each has his own light
Now has taken flight
From lifes tree
She's here in side of each of us rejoice for she is
Mama has thrown away from her vessel
Yet she's still here
Inside of each of her blessed special beloved children
Shhh! can't you hear her she's inside each of us
The rhythm of her heart breath she shared with us
Our Fathers powerful little Bird
A poignant and uplifting tribute
to the enduring spirit of motherly love!
12/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Beautifully captures the essence of a mother's legacy, transcending physical boundaries and continuing to nurture and inspire her children. The imagery of the "Powerful Little Bird" is a stunning representation of the mother's transformative journey.
Motherly love and legacy "Mama has thrown away from her vessel Yet she's still here Inside of each of us"
Transformation and growth "Powerful little bird flow-now flies has flown away quietly yet loudly invoked"
Interconnectedness "The rhythm of her heart breath she shared with us"
Spiritual connection "Our Father's powerful little ??Bird"
Inspiring interpretations
We're encourages to cherish the memories and lessons from their mothers.
Reminds us that a mother's love and influence can continue to inspire and guide us, even beyond physical presence.
We've shown gratitude for the sacrifices and gifts mothers bring to our lives.
We so appreciate our mothers and mother figures in your life.
We reflect on the lessons and values they've instilled in you.
We celebrate the transformative power of motherly love and its enduring presence in your life.
Scriptural reinforcement:
Proverbs 31:28: "Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her."
Isaiah 66:13: "As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem."
John 19:26-27: "When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, 'Woman, here is your son,' and to the disciple, 'Here is your mother.'"
In what one may think as a final hour
Tense vessels tighten to squeeze out any blood that may be left
To supply an already weakened body
Suppressed by lack of freedom
Surprised by the intense unpredictability of life
Attacked from all angles in a moment’s notice
without relent.
No light shall shine today nor tomorrow
A pot full of hot water can only boil so much until
An eruption.
It has happened.
But instead of a release,
The water keeps on burning
Until soon there will be no more water
The pot, empty, left to melt if it’s plastic
It is plastic.
Cheaply made and inexpensive
A perfect representation of our government
Oozing from flames beneath
Causing an awful, unavoidable stench
Toxic…
This time the vessel cramps in the calf
She knows now this is not minor stress
A thousand bricks upon her chest
And so, each day she rises, not to know
But hopeful, that another problem thrown her way
Will be the final one today.
Quickly move, it’s late
Another day to pretend she’s okay
Why ask how are you?
The answer will always be the same.
“I’m doing well, are you okay?”
She doesn’t ask that anymore
She knows and says nothing of the sort
Because reality is far from “doing well”
She’s drinking from a poisoned well.
A poison that she didn’t know
Until,
She fell.
Head first she hit the cold, hard bottom
Filled with black sludge and centipedes
How they crawl up the walls in a hurry
The dark, thickened water splashes
All sides of an infestation
There is no way out
Perhaps try to climb some rocks
Slippery little rocks aren’t meant for climbing
Unless you have 100 legs
Only thing she has
Is 100 different types of pain
The tunnel becomes her escape.
Slip away
Into the dark side of a hole in which will briefly be your last home
Feel the bottom of the earth
Swallow it whole.
You have nowhere else to go.
The faint light at the top
Gives way to darkness
Close your eyes
The poisoned well will soon enough be gone, you know
One day you will wake again…
Until then, another knot
Straight to the neck
Suffocates any blood
This time none comes back
Let yourself go
Let yourself go…
And in letting go
You will be reborn.
Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang gliding sparrows then. They dive to skies unseen. Whilst horses in cars kick out no fumes as fumes belong to plates of rotting peas in a disorganised kitchen. Speeches from a rhino make the bees tap dance. But when trapping an ant one must place a teaspoon to entice. Moonlit menagerie many monsters moving. *** armament aflame. *** antacid alter *** clandestine cinemas *** luminous .... Meetings part two....Circular wisdom robotic wisdom of a once well fed leaf. Orangutans race across the well placed floors of a once dusty landscapes when acrid moons sip a passing juice of sea bud. The flares from a dome can be found in worldwide chains. But never let it be said that upon mastery of sun chiming the turning flame could alter even the most dormant of chasm. Thus releasing the glows. Ejecting powerfully with great force. In a constant ever increasing united wave. Fathom not a thread. It is to be of great peril. As balance and footsteps are very carefully counted by a nine metre sea slug who buries items if antiquity on a beach. Often during a sandstorm. A reason unsaid is a goblin ghost. Woo woo nightshade collapse. So go paint a plant then. Several sheets of toilet paper are often akin to paperwork in print. Circulating a very stale air. All pop. Yogurt pots are empty. Please do fill yet no film is of the fodder of the diet of royals. And royalties are only marginally accepted by crafting a large diagram of a field to delay deliveries. Justice delivered in a strawberry jam. Strawberries are the wisest fruit. Dance with a heifer, a snake, and a very wise stripy frog. Erogenously placed power porks pickling places potently. When a free bird cackles. As a bud erupts. Volcanic arts in a sky. Xx radiation xx branches *** during dinner dance do *** culminated clapping clam xx and healing hippos plus 48% of a dangling dandelion in a sarong. Xx fashionable. *** dutiful deity. *** horsemen hounds. *** tea sedation *** representation *** oink oink oink b 4 q
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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang gliding sparrows then. They dive to skies unseen. Whilst horses in cars kick out no fumes as fumes belong to plates of rotting peas in a disorganised kitchen. Speeches from a rhino make the bees tap dance. But when trapping an ant one must place a teaspoon to entice. Moonlit menagerie many monsters moving. *** armament aflame. *** antacid alter *** clandestine cinemas *** luminous .... Meetings part two....Circular wisdom robotic wisdom of a once well fed leaf. Orangutans race across the well placed floors of a once dusty landscapes when acrid moons sip a passing juice of sea bud. The flares from a dome can be found in worldwide chains. But never let it be said that upon mastery of sun chiming the turning flame could alter even the most dormant of chasm. Thus releasing the glows. Ejecting powerfully with great force. In a constant ever increasing united wave. Fathom not a thread. It is to be of great peril. As balance and footsteps are very carefully counted by a nine metre sea slug who buries items if antiquity on a beach. Often during a sandstorm. A reason unsaid is a goblin ghost. Woo woo nightshade collapse. So go paint a plant then. Several sheets of toilet paper are often akin to paperwork in print. Circulating a very stale air. All pop. Yogurt pots are empty. Please do fill yet no film is of the fodder of the diet of royals. And royalties are only marginally accepted by crafting a large diagram of a field to delay deliveries. Justice delivered in a strawberry jam. Strawberries are the wisest fruit. Dance with a heifer, a snake, and a very wise stripy frog. Erogenously placed power porks pickling places potently. When a free bird cackles. As a bud erupts. Volcanic arts in a sky. Xx radiation xx branches *** during dinner dance do *** culminated clapping clam xx and healing hippos plus 48% of a dangling dandelion in a sarong. Xx fashionable. *** dutiful deity. *** horsemen hounds. *** tea sedation *** representation *** oink oink oink b 4 q
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