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Lady Wisdom shouts in the streets
and cries out in the public square
telling the crowds along Main Street
to run from evil’s deadly snare.
“How long will you remain as fools
and find delight in your mocking?
Listen to me, come to my school
Or your life’s end will be shocking.”
Those who are foolish fight the facts
and invent schemes to skirt the rules.
They then try to cover their tracks
and boast that rules are only for fools.
Listen to her, she’ll make you wise
Wisdom’s ways add joy to your days.
Those who are wise in their own eyes
often end up with their minds crazed.
Embrace her as you would your wife
Wisdom’s worth exceeds earthly measures,
In her right hand, she offers life
in her left, honor and treasures.
Wisdom leads down delightful ways
Her gifts will satisfy your soul.
Wisdom’s ways lead to length of days
Embrace her, she will make you whole.
If you want to know who I am,
Before you will follow my script
Be assured, I am not a sham
I am God’s Spirit typified.
This shadow that I see with my back turned to the sun.
He represents me without fault and does not show my thinning hair
or blemish on my skin that's there, or any hidden thing,
or any other secret thing that's hiding deep within.
My shadow is the perfect mimic, knowing what it means to show the one who'd rather not be seen, who knows the look of squeaky clean,
and how to represent his Christ in just the way his Christ would like.
A disguising life, a respected man of God, and wife.
And while my back is turned my back is burned by scorching sun
'til midday cast will mean my shadow's fast retreat,
until my shadow's last deceit, until my shadow's full defeat,
and I and it are one.
And so I turn my face, I turn to face the Son,
a work of grace that won't relent 'til darkest shadow fades
and softens in that light of grace, that grace now long begun,
revealing not the dark within,
but beloved all along.
"The Meaning of Life"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As Life Was Given To Adam, He Was Never To Know Death
Jealousy caused satan to approach him through stealth
It was Adam's blunder that spawned the race of man
And The Gift Of Free Will means that we can choose to Eternally Stand
Under God's Merciful Protection, you can't even imagine a better place to be
Accepting The Sacrifice Of Christ, That's The Meaning Of Life to me
Reincarnation is a sham....how much trust can truly be placed in another's breath
I won't try to sell you on God Because I Felt His Touch for myself
And that is all the Proof I need to understand that Only With Him Is There Life
You Have To Find That For self, otherwise, you're as helpless as a puppet under the knife
I want to write you a love note
for the entire universe to see
But the love I had for you is gone
It came out of me like a river of blood
Yesterday I saw forever in your eyes
Today all I see is broken promises
If I stay with you I will lose myself
I will be no more, I will surely die
Why try to hold on to the memory of yesterday
This relationship is dead and it's just a mirage
It would take a miracle to resurrect this sham
Yesterday I believed in us and miracles
Today I don't believe in anything at all
Because I found that it's a waste of time
I stare at this blank piece of paper
but the ink that have is blood
Alexis Y.
9-25-17
No, she said, it just wasn’t worth a try.
Her life, she said, it must come to an end.
Goddess Latona of the darkness said goodbye.
Mother enigmatic could no longer pretend.
Her children caught in advancing adulthood,
we never clearly understood her daily anguish.
She exposed parts of her hidden to us by motherhood.
How dare she bring her life to an enfeebled finish!
At 84, her joyless life racked with chronic trauma.
We sat feigning dispassionate deliberation,
Hearing her date with death, we tried displaying no drama,
a surreal sham, as our mother declared her termination.
Shocked readers must think we should have done more.
Surely, she suffered from Alzheimer’s, or some sudden dementia.
Mother lucid, clearly contented in family, but resolute to her core.
Venerating her dignity compelled our deference to her enigma.
Inviting us around her final table, she said goodbye.
Her gesture of honesty to us intended to make it easier.
As she stripped us of family grounding, I did not know how to cry.
With everything in her death choreographed, I was an awkward actor.
Some of my siblings were quite confused
but seemed willing to take it in stride.
One, in particular, went off the rails, feeling quite abused.
Indeed, the cavity left in hungry hearts could never be denied.
Afghanistan! would anybody give a damn
perhaps had a chance, under Uncle Sam
They gave them weapons, to fight Talibans
enslavers of women, for pleasures of man
Kabul was thriving, the west brought calm
young ladies attend school, sitting exams
Mullahs hid in exile, with extremist Imams
Allowed back in, by surrendering Afghans
Another failed state, turns hardline Islam
say they've changed, nah just a big scam
The door was opened, they choose to slam
right back to poverty, from where it began
Religious fanatics, resume same old sham
beheadings, torturing, cut off some hands
Warped Sharia law, interpretation of Koran
no A la carte, only one recipe, Allah flambe *
US couldn't stay forever, done all they can
must watch Russia, China, Nth Korea, Iran
In tragic war situations, there's no exit plan
want to point a finger, start with bin laden
* Play on (A la Flambe) no offence intended
to moderate peaceful Muslims*
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
25/08/2021
Heaven quote-unquote existed...pre-the universe’s birth...
If’s God’s really real, it’s Him that Made it, just for what it’s worth...
That would mean this life’s illusion...Manufactured, something ‘other’...
How on earth are we supposed to know what’s real or just a Cover?...
That’s just it!...It can’t be answered!...No mere man can say for sure...
Where’d’ya draw the line when space and time are cogs in God’s Design?...
Who can say the world existed...pre-the day you came to be?...
Since we know it’s all illusion...who can prove that ‘they’ can see?...
Maybe some of us are Chosen? Maybe only you or me?...
We can’t say for certain so we’ll treat each other beautifully...
Either way, it’s God’s Design...Avoid the risk of spiritual fine!...
Time, they say’s eternal though I thought they said that God’s Exempt...
He Exists outside the structure...that we quote-unquote enjoy...
Everything is Planned...’Add’, understand and don’t ‘destroy’...
I am...The source of consciousness comes from outside of the body...This suggests, if not, say, proves, that ‘thoughts’ are all, say, channeled...’...“I make known the end(, my friend) from(, say,) the (start or, say,) beginning...what is still to come. I say, ‘My...will (is not ‘my’ own)”’...
God ‘Removed’ the dark from light. That’s right! The two were once as one... while ‘Darkness’(, some say ‘evil’,) is all God. The doctor’s wrong!...Song was first inspired by silence...Love is noticed most through hate...God Made men...believe in ‘evil’...Beasts will meet at Moses’ gate...Just wait until you hear what’s in your DNA...It’s Yahweh’s Name!...Why, we are but Machines of sorts...His naughts and ones, I am...A shameless sham; free will’s illusion...Logic sticks to ‘my’ conclusion...All ‘our’ thoughts and science must make sense within The Plan...If channeling is, indeed, a thing, which gives the voice box things to sing, say, how can any thought be free within Set-destiny?...When we factor in the theory; butterflies meet sliding doors; each tidal wave’s a steppingstone-pre- Planned-perpetually...Time does not exist, in truth...The dawn of time is always now...The universe is screaming ‘Trust!’...just please don’t ask me how...I am...A(re )men(?)...my friend or, in fact, foe...The soul’s a sort of software so know nothing that ‘they’ say today can prove that God’s not there...I swear...I am..
Prick me with your vivid green awareness
Let the white pins that needle me
Diminish into their foggy sham
The bridal wreath that scented our commitment
Now doused in unkept hopes and promises
Moss sprouting venom from hurts battled
Like a fish floating in space with no oxygen
I swam in currents without you
The tank occupied with endless dark clouds
Fraught with fear and loneliness
Love now submerged deep in the recess of my mind
Unclear what is sacred what is trash
I prayed you would see the light
That my white knight would return
This battle is fierce and yours to fight
I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my vicious vitality,
Just a beating heart I am
bleached bright by the balm of calm kisses,
quickened by the kick of Passion's lick, thick on the senses,
I get fattened on fast lust, valves bulging, arteries divulging my truest wishes
drenched I am in cherry jam, as Love's current cracks the dam
the gush and rush, pooling plushly, a sweet span
learn to share I know I can,
Just a beating heart I am
wrenched by the warfare of savage offenses, demonic curses,
a pillar of flame in the face of Hate's hurricane, avenging abuses,
of lies and lynchings I have no use, with a Rebel beat I use no ruses,
for all I've done no sham excuses, totally loyal to my Divine Muses,
I have survived artful assassins and the gravest depressions, felt how anger bemuses,
of others' I have punctured and captured without desire to harm,
and I have been ruptured, fluttered and raptured by the sexiest charm,
I am a beating heart, like you,
wet and red, defying dread, blessed with you, Beauty full fed -
J.A.B.
Taking a class at university
Being taught virtues of diversity
I bristle at mindless complacency
Of all the thoughtless imbecility
That holds to the ridiculous conception
Race is more than a human invention
Different race based on color of face
A construct used to keep people in place
A powerful tool used by those who rule
To justify and divide all the fools
That have fallen for the absurd notion
Melanin is some mystical potion
That defines the very essence of man
Repugnant and appalling their race plan
Awake my friends and come into the light
Put an end to the awful racism blight
Reject governments continuing sham
Dividing humans by skin tone be damned