Long Sedition Poems
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There is a bounty for our hearts Luv,
gold and fame for the flat riders who dare lower our flame
seeking to steal our fortune of raw carnal currency, our soul gold,
Love's law has decreed our passion a sedition against tradition,
a violation of virtue, a willful act of feral freedom, unauthorized love prize,
the old and ossified Judges are corrupt with dry eyes
the flesh upon which these laws are scribed suffers from necrosis,
they allege we are prisoners of passion
they say you are my **** of seduction
they assert I am your beast of brawn taboo
they know not that you are a rose of fire within my heart,
they fail to realize that I am your lion of lust and trust,
they squawk and hiss in their chambers of spoiled embers,
jealous and freezing from forgotten romance
what do they know of our embrace and fury,
When we cry for eachother, when we touch like none other,
when we come for one another, when we battle with scorching thunder
our love justice soars supreme, our only law, to love with rebel youth, to never surrender -
J.A.B.
Freedom, is heaven’s refrain!
It is God’s wish for all --
God’s beaming, ringing, trilling
soulful proclamation!
Rejoice...rejoice! Rejoice!
Sin is defeated. Let all our muted trumpets, together, those of every righteous being
unplugged, proclaim unfiltered, infused with infinite breath, rejoice!
Hear all created miracles, undefeated,
thunder Our Lord’s victory refurbished~ Christ is your triumphant, divine expression!
As the Choirs of good angels soothe the once inflamed hearts and minds
of their demon brothers and sisters, rejoice! Restore now wondrous,
blessed harmony! From all sanctified kingdoms, will out foul sedition.
Loudly declare all dimensions free from adulterous imprisonment. Liberate
perfect essence from Murderous rebellion.
The steel shackles of sin are now
broken, dissolved. Rejoice! Rejoice!
Sing out...loud and clearly --
Fill earth with effulgent echo, radiating spiritual bliss. let all
unsettling sentiments of supernal
fragmentation once again purely solidify,
reconstituted, repealing man’s polluted, scathing
ways. Lands, rivers and seas…Rejoice.
Stars, moons and their dark spaces between, light with
brotherly gleam! Rejoice! Bid all lifeforms celebrate! Man’s carnivorous
appetite at last subdued. Tamed and
conquered. It is the Lord’s hour! It is man’s
redeeming hour! It is Father’s
Grace and love come full circle.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Satan, himself, humbled before
the Throne of God, in true
abidance and repentance --
Christ heals, mends all minds and
hearts. Projecting eternal happiness; countless blessings forever multiplied,
richly indivisible. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
We watched in horror, fury, shock
As everything we knew
Was ravaged right before our eyes
And all was left askew.
Sedition! Insurrection! Coup!
Those words were tossed about
As Trump-incited chaos
Left democracy in doubt.
To see the U.S. Capitol
Invaded, stormed, defiled,
With law enforcement lacking,
Finally got some people riled.
But what did Trump supporters think
Would happen? After all,
He’d stood before his crowds and, oh,
They’d heard his clarion call.
Though Congress finished up the count,
The rule of law reclaimed,
I wonder if, at last, some members
Finally felt ashamed.
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
Expectation one: stop expecting anything, because what you want, they will rarely be.
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
As a child of an addict, you may fear that their addiction is tradition, that one day you will be in that position.
Fear not! The cards have not been dealt, I know how you have felt, running from that rust belt to be free, away with your lock to find a key.
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
As a child of an addict, you must have more ambition, hold onto a goal and set off on a mission.
Seizing control of your future, yet wondering: is this all I’ll ever be? A compilation of all my tragedy. Will they ever truly see what I was meant to be, simply me?
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
As a child of an addict, we do not wonder when we will see our parent, but if the price of their condition has demanded submission as its tuition.
If— when that phone rings, will they have finally paid the fee?
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
You cannot waste your life waiting for someone else to pay a debt yet due, so you move through and forward to your transition.
Flee the debris of their memory without a final decree while you hope their condition doesn’t affect your mission to be free.
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
You have entered the world alone, working with hyper vigilance and absolute precision.
Working toward a life time guarantee that you are your life’s grantee.
When you dearly know an addict there are few things you start and stop expecting, with no condition.
What to expect when expecting: the addict edition. Call it sedition, my contrition for the statistical division.
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
Dark circle of night
When touched by the light
Life begins, life begins,
Life begins,
Push everyone, come and push everyone
From the backward thoughts and ignorance
From the cruelty and dishonesty
From deception and oppression
From antagonism and violation
Come to the light and begin your life
Come to the light and begin your life
Like the Divine Light
Spread the Peace that kind
Free from evil dark sedition
Free from tumult of destruction
Free from profane hypocrisy
Free from puzzles and confusions
Push everyone, come and push everyone
Be a human, show humanity
Be a humble one, never hate others
Be a perfect one, show this to world
Be a mild one, keep harmony
Be inspired one, like ecstatic tunes
Dark circle of night
When touched by the light
Life begins, life begins,
Life begins.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari.
Word battles rage in war and peace
tweet and twitter with no retreat,
people in protest taking the heat;
there is a lack of unity spawned
some face eagerly right on wrong,
others turn to the left less noticed
yet neither seem well focused
for the country's best ignition
intentions waver left-right partitions,
does asking questions become sedition?
Diversity exudes untethered
but what could finally bring us all together?
A bully speaking without consequence,
intent clarified with little eloquence?
Allies ignored, enemies adored
power and greed a commodity
while the poor and middle-class policy
bow to established bureaucracy
and words spew ignorant of history
hold us stilled in mystery.
Where are we going
which direction is democracy flowing?
Has the swamp drained, if so, then why so much pain
what have we gained?
Whose words are shouted defiant and louder
does a slogan make us any prouder?
Conservative, liberal,
progressive, evangelical, primeval
do we the people really know
where are we going?
I should stay away from politics for fear of offending someone but our current predicament confuses me. So tired of hearing by partisan, it never comes to fruition. Once again, I am neither right nor left, the one wavering and staggering in between. Morality must still live, even if it appears selfish and ego-centered. Some things, some words are right or wrong, no in-between.
A saying vibrates in my head and seems the most appropriate for our current state of affairs - Dazzle them with brilliance or baffle them with bull....
Jailed for sedition and murder,
soon to face the executioner.
One worse than him was hard to find,
compared to him who was so kind.
Convinced that Christ the crowd would choose,
Pilate was trapped by his own ruse.
When the rabble chose Barabbas,
what was he to do with Jesus?
Crucify him, came the answer,
release to us the prisoner.
So, Christ was nailed upon a tree,
and Barabbas was then set free.
What cruel irony is this?
A case of justice done amiss
Christ died so Barabbas could live
to us He wants, new life to give.
Christ paid sin's price, absorbed the cost
He died so we would not be lost.
forsake the life of sin and strife
Accept Christ's offer of new life.
Let us play holi holi.....
With the color of saffron,
to inject stimulant
into the vein of every Indian,
to raise voice against monopoly,
to trigger rifle against terrorists,
to fight against corruption
and to pen against
Mudslinging, violence and sedition.
After all,
Forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the integrity of our nation.....(1)
Let us play holi holi
With the color of white,
to spread the message of peace
among every Indian,
to enhance brotherhood,
to excel patriotism.
to augment love & affection,
and to kill
selfishness, intolerance and discrimination.
After all,
forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the purity of our nation.
Let us play holi holi
With the color of green,
to expedite growth of farmers
across the country,
to increase production,
to improve education,
to minimize ailment,
and to end
poverty, unemployment and stagnation.
After all,
forgetting everything.......
We should focus our approach
for the growth of our nation.
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Note: Holi is one of the sacred festival of India. It is a festival of colors. Here I invite all of you to play holi with tricolors of our national flag i.e. saffron, white and green.
They dressed it in flashing lights and sirens,
A crash in the night, the tunnel’s iron silence.
But oh, I knew—it was never the speed,
It was the order, cloaked in noble creed.
I was not meant to love beyond the bloodline,
Not him, not us, not a heart outside their shrine.
A kiss under the moon became sedition,
And in their eyes, I was the queen of opposition.
The cameras clicked, but so did something else—
A plan, sharp as diamonds on a duchess's shelf.
They watched me through walls, through wires,
Monarchs don’t forgive what the heart inspires.
He was the wrong name, the wrong hue,
And I? I was once their golden view.
But a rose with roots too deep in truth,
Is clipped before it bears forbidden fruit.
A sniper, yes—not with guns but with minds,
Their bullets are papers, pixels, bloodlines.
The crash? A performance for the blind—
But ghosts know who lit the fuse behind.
Advanced were their tools, machines cold and clean,
Surveillance like gods, but no soul in between.
I speak now through shadows, through tear-stained stone,
A mother, a woman—silenced, alone.
But history listens where power forgets,
And I am still here in the hearts I beget.
Not all royals wear crowns of gold—
Some wear silence, eternal, bold.