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Plights Fought Tomorrow Known

PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!)

As days transpires, better we focus.
As life transgress, better our voice.
A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness.
Via the Founding Fathers we separated church and state.
Socio-political and socio-religious are the floodgates.
As we remember, tears may drop, 
Is it the strength we possess that ruminates us? 
We overcame our struggles and we are abreast to our accomplishments.
We are the United States of North America.3

Analysis of our external environment let us know 
that we are a strong workforce.
That we are no more separated by the color of our skin.
That our unity is our identity of different nations of human beings.
That our mien is our self-image of economy – 
the” big picture” of demeanor.
When we falter, we recoup.
We do not assume we will fall from what others do.
We are the people of our regions that are vast and wide.
We are negotiators of our lives.2

As we celebrate today in our mind-sets,
we know what may overwhelm us.
This could be how far we have come.
Or, it could be how far we will continue to go -
to climb the mountains that we must peak -
to deplete human suffering from the illness we perceive.
That is what is known and all the possibilities.
We have witnessed many tragedies from the 
time of formation to present day.
But oh, we can find glory just as well in our beliefs,
creeds, and unity.1

Envois is this discourse.
Pro-activism edifice verbalized.
But to no idiom this loll.
We are all part of the same universe.
Each has his or her role to play.
All are formidable when the goal is stated.
May one be easier than the other?
May we strive to be a part of the same country?
Where we are awe-inspiring but together.
That is on the same page.
Where our lives are the similarity, and the same is our home front.
This is right outside our front door.4

The plight is fought and tomorrow is known!5
_____________________________________________________________|
Written January 16, 2016!


When Will You Leave Me

A tormented soul
No peace, no solace
Just uncertainity lies here
Because I always think
About the day that you
Will leave me behind
So many before have
Promised to always
Love me and be my fortress
But, in the end they walk
Out the door never to return
Sometimes without even saying goodbye
They leave like I never existed

These tales of romance
Are all reminscent of one another
We make each other's acquaintance
We feel an attraction for one another
From there our infatuation blossoms
Into love that constantly grows in it's intensity 
We share our innermost thoughts and secrets
A frenzy of passion is ignited by just a glance
In an enchanted wonderland we roam and
Dance under the moonlight, kissing under the
Midnight sky, wishing upon the stars that shine so brightly

The magic between us eventually fades
Just like in Cinderella the clock has struck midnight
The time is up for the spell that we were under
We return to the reality that was always waiting for us
The one that we were trying to escape from

Cruelty knows me well
Felt so much wrath
From my loves
Twisted logic
Acidic words
So often forgotten
So often neglected
Unfathomable sins
Committed by my love
Receive my forgiveness
But, my trangressions are 
Dealt with so harshly
Instead of a pardon
Only judgment is received
My unconditional love
Was given in vain

So when all I hear is silence
I dread every minute until
I am with my love again
For when we are apart
I fear that the day has come
When I will cry out for your
Love and never find it again
I need to feel my love's warm embrace
Or hear the sound of your gentle voice
For I need the reassurance only you can give
But, even then my mind ruminates about our
Last day because no one ever stays around
My lonely past has taught me to always
Prepare for the day that you abandon me
But, in my heart I hold onto the dream of
You being my soul mate that I can journey
Through life with for all of eternity

Reclusive Rhymester Ruminates

Alone within emotional wilderness
(mine) biding leisure time
January 19th, 2020
without reason nor rhyme,
yet woke with sublime

pained acute awareness,
how once prime
merrily rightful autochthonous occupants
their land stole equivalent value
not much more'n dime.

Simple man dwells admiring
mother nature's architrave
home of the free land of the brave
usurped with exacting vengeance
aboriginal happy hunting grounds,
yours truly cloistered within man cave
small medium at large eremite doth crave
indigenous tribes Europeans

did wantonly annihilate
and/or make deprave
viciously slaughtering Native Americans
nsync brutality wrecking
their idyllic enclave
foreigners forcibly corralling
subsequently did enslave
ruthlessly employing sacrilegious travesty

scattered smite stricken survivors
formidable invaders (countless
demoniacal explorers) rendered desolate
pristine unbroken woodland
deceit, guile, iniquitous
jawboning flavor flav,
whether or not ancestors (mine)
even tangentially linkedin

egregious mockery, travesty
yours truly never forgave
horrendous genocide early settlers
wrought onto indigenous peoples
hoodwinked, notoriously
thrashed "noble savage"
feigning burying hatchet until
last proud redman buried in his grave.

Similar saga countless instances played across
four corners of globe,
white man self anointed himself boss
subsequently slaying innocent lives
all in name of Christ crucified on cross
denying original rightful inhabitants
their preexisting misnamed

new found lands
invaders justified execrable massacres
on par with clearing away dross
trumpeting art of the deal (albeit) gross
and unfair, whereat decimated loss
lovely bones long since
covered over with moss.

Premium Member Musical Chairs

What I appreciate about playing musical chairs

This game is less about sitting around in chairs
and more about the traumatic absence 
of safe secure chairs

And these chairs are silent as a conspiracy;
not the least bit musical,
as curiously advertised.

What I like about musicals

Song and dance musicals
re-image
re-frame sacred liturgical refrains,
ancient sensory investment strains
and quieter gospel remains

Not LeftBrain dominant analysis
of either factually True
or predictably
inevitably False
betrays a pious paucity
of heart-song feelings,
hungry to become wellness fed
and wealthy watered

RightBrain muse ruminates
illuminates a sacred music Chorus
of happy singing
dancing stars
emerging in sudden godlike baritones
magic deep rooted
in manhood bases

And EarthMother ferocious
feminist
flirtatious faces
wise to know felt resonance
origins of praise
and dirges,
comedic and traumatic operas
dark staged demanding despair
while circle singing 
in splattering rain

Earth's sacred show
goes on dawn through dusk refrains
while liturgically dancing
life's win/lose tragic evolutions
and win/win comedic revolutions.

Maybe birds first sang sacred heart songs
with highly secular
transparent flight
and vulnerable frights
mindful might choreographed
lexicon of morning spirited 
mourning natured EarthMuse

Waiting for our next healthy highest
and wealthy best unconditional warm
co-passionate use
for a win/win sexy/sacred
therapeutic music comedy

Wherein everyone deeply moves
to-gather harvest
and widely means
to spring out and up
what we most sacred voice
as sensual dancing
EarthFirst Musical Choice

To stop pulling chairs
out from song
and dancing Other.

Holocaustum I a Horror

OF THE NEW FLESH

A returned to open channels 
Open to the unknown the beyond 
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows 
The whispers come through the void
Humming in the open channel 
Of an ancient television set 
Like a cryptic monolith, alive

The noise to signals, burning voices 
Scream and chant arcane rights 
That pushes n pulls the soul of things 
Never dreamt of before, unseen 

There in the dark the halogen arc light, bright 
Blares its pure hot hollow holy light 
Laying before me was a stark image of chrome
Of gears springs and electric circuitry.

Gracing suicidal insight
wickedly sharp blade
Mad for flesh and bone, 
blood baptize in its righteous 
fury for the masses to cut the cancer, away

Of the new flesh
this covenant of mechanical arts
And malice
A calculus of angels and insane
The insane idle smiles hide the dark shame
covered in a thin facade of normalcy 

They hide lies that drip from those smiles
The hate so deep it blinds the eyes of tranquility 
The secret lives of the damned 
Burn, blares the new blade of silver
Bone n gears; the product of death

As the mechanical heart reimagined 
ruminates and redefines 
In heaven hollow facade 
Silence of the holy realm 
The static of Valhallas Halls
Sits a cathode ray tube 
Full of angry hornets, fiery angels…

Humming into the sacred night
a blade flickers in delicate light 
Dancing into shadows 
from burning sacraments 
A holocaustic humanity 
Mad for flesh and bone
Baptize in blood 

Born of righteous fury for the masses
To cut away the cancer 
voices whisper 
scream
call and demand:

“Long live the new flesh!”


Premium Member A Quiet Day of Rest

A quiet Sunday, with its first sun rays and shadows,
Ceasing to be such by a whirring of implements.
The tools wielded by the day of rest sideshows.
Pushers and blowers of the bible’s antithesis.
Not
      To
         Be
             Judgmental
                               But
                                     Imagine

The birds tweeting under cloudy or flaming skies;
Oaks, maples, and pines in quiescent sublimity;
And the bees buzzing, honeys stirring at sunrise.
All doors open, air out busy week, neighbors in unanimity.
Just
      Imagine
                  The
                        Bee
                              Line
                                     For
                                          Church

The perfect didn’t wake up on the good side of the bed,
But they gather for Living Waters and the Bread of Life.
Down the street, in old-fashioned promenade, led
To listen to the Word of truth, praise God, let go of strife.
Gather
          Like
                The
                      Sons
                              Of
                                  God
                                         At
                                            Dawn

Imagine, the coming week begins with Sabbath rest.
The restless wanderer sits on the porch with lemonade,
Ruminates with kith and kin, weariness addressed.
What wonders of hope and joy, conquers the world, unafraid
With
       A
         Quiet
                  Day
                        Of
                            Rest
Form: Rhyme

Energetically Speaking

Steer here to peer at these compounded years
fierce uncried fears strangled my tears

So strong, so stoic, brave in my silence, too
no one to empower or donate my views to

Learned that I’m supposed, to trust no one, tell no one
better hold fast lest secrets will come undone

Electric our address, electric our bodies
lack of awareness, feel more like zombies 

Dead to my joy, insecure with disease 
fight, flight or freeze, trauma decrees

Just been discovered!  Solution’s found!
I walk in it all around on the ground

Key’s found in this doomed body’s feelings
Hear this, she sends me her grandly warm greetings

Addiction hides, compulsion derides
accumulates massive quantity besides

of foul smelly goo that it slowly oozes
All this goo morphs, brims over, then it fuses

with lies that they told me and I told myself
It cools and it hardens to a huge gnarly shelf

of trauma’s junk rooted in every cell through
cram up my throat-dam until I go blue 

How can I feel it; huge loada crap’s in the way
Love pulses through sorrow, betrayal, and plain ol’ dismay

Rather than think hard, analyze, theorize
feel it beat, healing seat, never terrorize

Mind speculates, worries, and ruminates
unending intrigue, more dead ends to designate

Breathe consciously to observe energy’s flow
gone the throat-dam, light’s clarity I now know

Never a victim, a master in training
heart chakra focal point mindfulness reigning

Premium Member Forlorn Hope

Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.

Oh! how fervently she cherished streams
Zigzagging ebulliently on their property
Digging lanes through prairies dark green,
Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey,
Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny
Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds,
And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary.

Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal,
Nor could he allay those spaces left empty--
Between life as it is, and life that could be--
Saddled by incongruence defying harmony.

Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints:
Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling,
Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines,
Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds,
Gazed deep woods where moon was rising,
And found her there, but not her meaning.

Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time,
Staying long enough, scanning the night skies--
But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile,
Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye.

April 28, 2021
Poem of the day on April 29, 2021 
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Forlorn Hope
Form: Verse

Premium Member Tonight Is the Night

Oh! sweet verses of love, how gaily you recite tonight
Ballad of a pretty woman, lauding her knight tonight.

Rewarding entreaty, granting wish of love’s fantasy,
Tolling bells of glee, angels of bliss will alight tonight.

Thinking of romance beneath twinkles of euphoric stars,
Oh, I'm overjoyed, how quixotic feels moonlight tonight!

Pursuit of love endearing desires, anxiously inquires:
Will the blushing smile of beloved-eyes excite tonight?

On pillars of ardor, I built your castle of passions,
Will blossoms of your flowering longings delight tonight?

Voice of love that wrote our story, ruminates joyfully:
Embracing dreams of lovers, two souls will unite tonight.

Words of prophecy announce in epistle of romance:
Blazing fervor, spark of fervid hearts will ignite tonight.

Exulting in ardent kiss, as your name keeps calling me,
Existence of this prince vows to melt in your sight tonight.

Dazzling my zeal, seducing me in your sexy appeal;
Burning flame of my heart, your flirting eyes invite tonight.

Ah! our night shines in divine halo of Aphrodite,
Saluting love’s promise, epic fable we write tonight.

September 12, 2020
Placed 1st: Ghazal poetry contest by Silent One
Fourteen syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Form: Ghazal

From the Run

Verse 1
My anger is sulking and silent
as your harm ruminates
heightening by your sharp intent
the fruit by which concentrates

it hurt me that you try to hurt me
and your forward seeds more than your book
my perception reads your avidity
the look takes more than what it took

Chorus:
I need to see you heal me
So, I get passed what's done
then I can forgive, and live and be
and warm down from the run

Verse 2
you tried to break the bone to fix the break
one more fracture doubles the pain
can't discern your motive thru the ache
trauma often impairs from the strain

you know its your fault I know fear
and you enjoyed how you casted the dark
I saw the look in their eyes perfectly clear
now a path of dread left to embark

Chorus:
I need to see you heal me
So I get passed whats done
then I can forgive and live and be
and warm down from the run

Reprise:
you need to know fear to overcome it
purpose needs to feel a burn to know it kills
agony pushes us us to the limit
to overcome survival develops skills

Verse 3:
Yes I know but it really hurt
the remains the painfull reminder
your covert mission was really overt
its time you be a little kinder

Don't worry I forget that I forget
I forget that I forget
I forget that I forget
Form: Lyric

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