Long Reviling Poems
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Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavill - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who whiz squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
T I N Y T H O U G H T
I wonder if
over the cliff
was it hard
reviling the card
it never was
usually does
look my way
make it go away
don't want to do
hurt you
reasons gone
we don't belong
I better run
stick around for fun
open mind
color blind
our time
is now doing the crime
should I
or shouldn't I
stick around
you won't frown
play my tricks
love can't be fix
perfect never
maybe clever
hear me out
leave you in doubt
my soul will not comply
holding back the tears
today passes 6 years
handled what I got
something that was not
giving my best shot
to a tiny thought
(p.d.)
Storms glistening sporadically
Inspiration wavering dramatically
I can’t move like I should!
I am fighting against the reveling, reviling flood
Evidence of many spawning deaths cannot stop me
And the zombie maggots grow as they are left rotting
I can’t stop now—but I have no particular place to go
Mentally merrily on my slithering way
Into creepy caves of my intellect and hemorrhage
The saliva of its mouth and the cruelty of its teeth
Ensnares me into multitudinous quicksand of truth
Raining in this cave is the vile that will keep me working
I watch others drink it and it drives me to fury
Take of me what you may—but don’t take me all away!
I will remain in the inspirations of time!
I will remain like the grime on the succulent wine
Like gathered dust on the ivory keys
The music will always stick to me
Your words will plant a grave into my lines
As my madness entwines and bewitches their minds
Weathered in the snowing wrath of immortal sorrow
I cannot wish for a bloodier tomorrow
I will glisten like blue fires as long as it storms
And the rest will shred into dumped, plumped worms
Infecting everyone in the inspired malevolence
Of pure, sick false innocence
Braid your way if you dare
Encircle me to your snare
But do not drink of me within a fathomed rig
Or I will turn you into the stone of a pig
The heavenly gift
I received from the Unseen
Covering me - head to toes
Had turn tumult, bringing me foes.
The beautiful colour
In which I was wrapped by God
Lauding His craftsmanship
Had turn twine, fetching me enemies.
Intimidations that never seems to stop
Discriminations and reviling words
Maltreatments born of different race
Are daily battles which I continue to face.
My existence they relegate to naught
If I was made to live, they fueled my doubt
In me they plant racial fears
As their chants keeps provoking my tears.
Racists, never choose to forget;
That black or white shell,
Same yolk we’ve got to produce
In our veins, same blood runs through.
Your white, you never chose
My black, a divine gift
Pleasing and beautiful are both
Why then the racial discriminations and rifts?
In harmony that knows no culture
In unity that mocks no race
In love that ridicules no colour
We can all build humanity and set the pace.
Let's leave the fire of rivalism quenched
For unhealthy it is for our existence
Let's take the heat of racism off its meridian
And appreciate the green grasses from the other sides.
#BlackLivesMatters
#NoToRacism
?? : LegalBard
[email protected]
Inspiration: A T-shirt held by Barrack and Michelle Obama with the message: I Did Not Choose To Be Black, I Just Got Lucky
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
July 17 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 51-55
Key Verse – Isaiah 51:1 Hearken to me, ye that follow after righteousness, ye that seek the LORD: look unto the rock whence ye are hewn, and to the hole of the pit whence ye are digged.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY RIGHTEOUSNESS’ HEWER
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your blessing
Thank You for comforting me with Your salvation bracing
Surely awakening me from sin-caused oppressing
To overcome reproaches of reviling and cursing.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your truth’s foundation
Thank You for freeing me from captivity’s destruction
Surely alerting me against iniquities’ affliction
To conquer fainting caused by fear-oppression.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your holiness
Thank You for ruling over me with Your loving kindness
Surely assuring me Your sanctification for my sublime joyousness
To fight uncleanness midst filthy worldliness.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your revelation so wondrous
Thank You for making me divinely desirous
Surely admonishing me to be heavenly prosperous
To vanquish cravings against being carnally adventurous.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your strengthening
Thank You for propping me of my faith that’s weakening
Surely alleviating me with Your mercy for my spiritual winning
To prevail over trials causing grievous straining.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your everlasting care
Thank You for keeping me in Your covenant’s welfare
Surely affirming to me Your love I must share
To remain calm against terrors of unpleasant scare.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Hewer
along Your delight
Thank You for commanding me to seek Your might
Surely attending to me with Your grace for service might
To smite futility of pride’s blight.
July 17, 2023
Caught in magnet
circle dance
from sun center
spiraling
circles cooling
as they widen
slowly
without shocking
first the cheating
dressed in lies
then the soul's
destroying
reviling
long the nights
loud the fights
with abusive libel
arguing
birthday cards
chocolate hearts
red of roses
sighing
locked in widow
dusty box
long forgotten
traveling
having borrowed
way too much
credit running out
from a heart
that tears of ice
in the dark
keeps crying
with no sign
of opening buds
melody songs
of robins
summer hugs
dancing eyes
falling tears
of autumn
caught
in chilling
soul fatigue
eyes seduction
interfere
one heart drawn
in new dance
other
toward the dark
spiraling
far from magnet
winter quiet
gold of silence
comforting
crackling sound
melting ice
raining down
compassion
circles warming
faster narrowing
God's love
light
showering
with a promise
of rebirth
joy of love
eternal
budding.
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who whiz squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
Twisted we are, staring at ourselves
Dusty on our sky scraping shelves
Reviling the imp that stares back at us
trading in love for the plunders of lust,
For idiots we must be
To cleave to a society
That dictates our pockets' depth and our heart's reach
To invite the water into our mouths when the hull is breached
As we shut out reason
For a lie that's more seasoned
And drown our grey matter
With the concoctions of another medical mad hatter
Here we are, doomed to wonder for the entirety of our lives
Why is there silence in our bee hives,
When we accept opinions as infallible truths
Choosing to conform rather than reform: an existence without roots,
Becoming faceless men and women strutting upon life's stage,
Strings pulled, lines delivered, audience engaged,
We dance to another's tune, no song of our own,
Moulded to conformity, yet we remain alone,
For we belong to those who influence us and this we cannot see,
Because thoughts are now taught and I have become We.