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Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to the ice core logic
frozen articles burning coldly hot blooded with faith
Emotions dressed in white pure as the driven snow cleans the tracks
truth dares to challenge the opposite opinion in reverse
When a veil falls seeing some not having got their affairs in order
its hard to find or hide that we do not tread on familiar grounds
The path your on harbours destruction canvassing with hate chosen
self appointed bigot such rules boycott everything honest in favour of the liar
This anger towards right surely is heading towards something sinister
condemning wrong has a twisted view out from the mirrors
blind darkness hidden ugliness has no shape always lost invisible
without a shadow or a second opinion that would hold no ground
will the wolf cry without a moon picturing it's existence alive
pitch black nothingness is the empty space between the ears filled with lead
Seems like RightWing angry reds
are clueless anthrosupremacists
who joke they'd be better off dead
than organically well fed
Despite indigenous faith in sacred EarthJustice
now rewritten as salvation by capital colonization
redeemer aspirations
falling militantly fascist apart
While blue LeftWing
non-green
more secularly cooperative corporate leaders
advertise redemption
while at best blushing over past miscalculations
extractive and capital divesting,
hedgefund abusive
by investing against cooperatively-owned Earth,
equity binding sustainable
multicultural health.
Both partisan cheerleaders
for AnthroOnly commodity futures,
coldly continuing win/lose corporate,
nationalistic
anthrosupremacist hubris
And Earth unpatriotic enough
to efficiently kill
other species' great grandchildren,
and, unfortunately our own
not so anthro-supremely resilient
when left hungrily alone,
thirsting for earlier healthcare proficiency
of industrial
militarized Elders.
We obsessively file our grasping nails
while debating how best
to learn to tolerate
lack of future therapeutic commitment
to Mother Eartha's whole-sum
awesome
multicultural health care
nutritional values
Giving up on hostile
too hot reds
and receiving too much blues
bad news
to safely calculate long-term
life-care reviews
While distracted
by counting the number of re-election dollars
able to cohabitate
on the dying head
of a supremely self-appointed pin.
Many problems in the world
Church is one
Self-appointed kings are Founders
Of non-existent Kingdom
Heaven is our kingdom
The King is Jesus Christ
He started it and only Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Be sure before you die, you're a Roman Catholic
Your God, is my God
Only one in 3 different Divine persons
Men and women are able to know the truth
We thought we'll be in our Kingdom
Disappointed when we knew the truth
We expected but we're cut with the double edge sword
First good impression is can be a lie
Hard to change a reputation
Our God is Jesus Christ
Cooperate with the grace He gives
To not sin
We ignore Jesus in our side
Just cooperate in His Church
He grants you to be very careful of sinning
Pay back what you owe
Unless each of you forgives your brother from your heart
Form:
caught in the same gale force winds
they eyed the storm drenched in tears
the epicenter had been an outpour
of sadness rejection and unresolved fear
to weather inevitable flood gates of change
torrential delusions of anger denial and fear
shadowed by a solar eclipse of two lost souls
faced the same need for healing and love
all self-appointed weather men and women
family and friends surrounded them in scepsis
warnings unwanted advice and discouragement
can you not see the hurricane brewing they said
do not get involved but save your own skins
but they walked quietly to the next beach
drew a line in the sand and entered the tides
propelled by the moon passion desire togetherness
circumstances seemed apocalyptic and hopeless
yet faith made them swim out into the ocean
not to silence the wicked prophets of doom but
to bathe in salt water cleansing the mis-adventurous past
despite all odds they floated happily on the surface
all they could see was adoration and the miracle of life
one with themselves and with each other in peace
Earth left shattered, broken ground
Call of duty raised the dead
Screams are felt, no need for sound
Blazing orange spotted red
Douse the fires with blood shed
Pillaged homes and raided farms
Burning bush may well have said
All men rise when called to arms
Self appointed judge condemns
Sinner’s mind admits defeat
Inner torment from which stems
The need to kiss the judge’s feet
Criminals don’t need to eat
Let them perish, do no harm
Vengeful wrath salivates sweet
All men rise when called to arms
We have the right to hatred blind
Protect our treasures from the sway
We have the right to silence kind
Determined not to go astray
Careful planning day by day
No surprises, no alarms
Denial is the only way
All men rise when called to arms
Sleeping children dream of love
Clutching talismans and charms
The time has come to rise above
All men rise when called to arms
I hear things right side down
and bottom left side up
as I get older
so consider the source.
Anyway,
I hear Colchester Connecticut Democrats,
and some cross-registering Republicans,
want to establish
a multicultural health commission
concerned about military
and local police mercenaries
feeling discriminated against,
picked on,
unloved,
left out,
under-valued,
ignored,
neglected,
abused,
shot at.
T Rocko is concerned
such a vast investment
in multicultural respect,
solidarity of resonance,
integrity of long-term resiience
through commitment to public dialogue
rather than contentious debate,
could only be justified
with quantitative data
Adding up how much
anti-militarism
and anti-police brutality prejudice
exists
and costs
in Colchester.
In this political
and economic moment
of social cooperative distancing,
dissociation,
scape-goating,
rabid polarization,
toxic partisanship
We need a baseline,
says he,
of mutual disregard,
to measure regenerative progress
and/or degenerative retrenchment
from community integral investments
in health remediation,
inclusive wealth
for future cooperative governing generations.
"Silence to me
says it exists"
retorts our First SelectWoman
Rudko,
self-appointed sole guardian
of our public health investment purse,
responds,
Supporters of Armed Lives Matter Most
are "making a generalization...
not based on facts"
that silence means discontent,
speaks echo-chamberly
of feeling an unhealthy
lack of mutually fulfilling safety
Too risky
for speaking up transparently
to listen vulnerably
to all cooperative opportunity "Other"
and "Alien"
and "Immigrant"
And silently listening especially
for Not Straight Male Dominant
voices,
whispered narratives
about aggressive predation stories
of relentless win/lose debate
rather than cooperative win/win dialogue
with pro-social attachment,
multiculturally nonsupremacist intelligence.
I had not been on another poetry site even a week
And l had already crossed paths with a bully
A self appointed “Professor of Poetry” it seems
Who spewed out rude comments regularly
Now, I don’t know your name
So I will call you Richard
(DICK for short!)
Insulting and belittling
Others poems and effort
Is not called advice or support!
Now DICK, some of us just like to write poems
Simple though that may be
Not for judgement or accolades
Just for the joy of poetry
Being hurtful , rude and insensitive
Arrogant, intimidating and just unkind
Does not make you knowledgeable or gifted
Or a poet of any kind
DICK ….your words have no impact on me
I am strong and your words meaningless and weak
My concern is for the young or vulnerable
Who may be affected or scarred by this garbage you speak
DICK ….. I suspect you think you are superior
Intelligent and of a better class
But DICK I think you are doing a handstand
And talking out your ar*e
Who gave you the right to be so judgemental
To think it’s ok to humiliate and be cruel
DICK you just make yourself look like
An absolute DICK fool …..
Perhaps the most inane entities contrived by the human race,
(Leaving folks wondering why they must meet in the first place),
Are the interminable meetings of committee, panel and board,
Convening for hours leaving participants bleary-eyed and bored!
For many boards, committees and panels, alas, I was drafted,
Sitting through them with eyes glazed as my mind drifted and wafted,
Listening to self-appointed experts spewing their hide-bound views.
What they were babbling on about I had no interest nor any clues!
We could take a few lessons from some of God's creatures.
The lowly ant could be one of our greatest teachers.
Legions of those little fellers get the job done with precision,
Without convening a commission or panel for every decision!
Observe the busy honey bees toiling in the fields and hives.
They have no useless commissions or boards obfuscating their lives!
With precision and organization they go about their employ,
Producing delectable cones of honey for us to steal and enjoy!
If thinking of me for a meeting, include me out, don't call!
For I am not the least bit interested and am not inclined at all,
To sit and hash over useless stuff that usually doesn't matter,
And listening to hours and hours of inane and vacuous patter!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
We are badgered by the media most every other day,
Blaring that self-appointed conjurors want to take our God away!
Maybe they should be challenged with more productive things to do,
Like caring for the hungry and homeless, ceasing such hullabaloo!
Seems that most folks find The Creator comforting and consoling,
And can do without others' jaundiced views and constant cajoling.
It wouldn't harm our youth to respect The Ruler of this celestial ball,
Or they might grow to adulthood respecting little or nothing at all!
A few misguided souls tout the First Amendment and free speech,
When any mention of God is made, thinking it an alarming breach!
Did they ever consider they are infringing on another person's right,
When they want to cease the mention of God in things we say or write!
Prayer is out of schools, they want to change the Pledge of Allegiance,
Deleting all references to God and His much needed munificence!
The Ten Commandments are no longer desired for general public view.
How dare they presume that they are offensive to me and you!
Great civilizations have crumbled from far less than we condone.
The vast majority of folks believe there is a God yet on His throne,
Praying that one day to this great nation sanity will be restored.
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Whisper of Conscience
Because of the canticle of everlasting love
Like a sunlit lyric sung upon a path
Life’s essence sheds freckles of pacing anxiety
That echo through catacombs of consternation
In a whisper of untranslated dots of braille.
Because of the breath of everlasting love
This gift wrapped in conscience speaks -
Sets up residence in delicate sounds of memory,
Censor of ambivalence toppling self-appointed righteous,
In dulcet tenored tones finally seeing compassion.
Because of the paean of everlasting love
Justification slips through the layers of juxtaposition
Revelation revealed in flimsy layers of ghostly lyrics -
In ruptured rhapsodies of rasping thin spirits quandaries
Bears the binding moniker of unexamined shoulds.
Because of the murmur of everlasting love
Like breath on a mirror the babble of turmoil’s uninvited wind
Deafens in dizziness - binds in triads of twirling debate,
Exposing measures with whitened bones of reason,
To bend innuendo’s deafness.
Because of the concerto of everlasting love
Stark whispers weighed in consequence’s scales
Hear wild bramble canes of tangled rationalization
Spread underground to push aside
The root scale of love’s pure aria.
Because of the perpetual sigh of everlasting love
Embraced humble penance, intended to soar on crumpled wings,
Reverberates in benediction’s faithful voice of pilgrimage
Plain song no longer stutters – shame refrains from stammering -
As lines blend in chords of serene resolution’s clarity.
6-3-21
Contest: Voice of Conscience
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker