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like some sorority or fraternity house
left the sanctified righteous West Wing
with powder puffs sans canisters
of pepper spray, whereby
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art
at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks
against libertarian rubric that made America great
wantonly reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers
getting water boarded and aching
deigning to implement dictatorship
of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic
twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries
with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except
to keep Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.
Form:
Time is ticking, where do you stand
Oblivious to who really controls your land
Working class… working fast
While working many perform crafty tasks
Promises for peace, truth and understanding
The undertone requires sacrifice and branding
What will you do on that day?
The bible says many will go astray
What will you think when there’s no order?
And you find out they regulate all your borders
Greed consumes the majority
It’s as if you’re already in their sorority
Fallen into the webs and traps
Inside media, hip hop and rap
So many sink into the lies
Of hypocrisy and compromise
Judgment comes within the church first
Many of Gods people seem to live the worst
You can manipulate people and alternative places
But I pity the day the lord rebukes all those faces
Repent while you can, turn from sinful desires
To save yourselves from the eternal fires
Seek Godly counsel, surrender your will
So your life’s purpose can actually be fulfilled.
By: Sabina Nicole
"Never Settle"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Never settle for disrespect
Because that's exactly what you will get
Never settle for inferiority
Because, of all, that's the worst sorority
Never settle for the player's game
Because, at most, all you could ever be is lame
Never settle for the lies
Because they will cause your heart so many cries
Never settle for a cheater
Because that word means repeater
Never settle for casual, unprotected sex
Because it usually leads to many regrets
Never settle for any abuse
Because, for that, there just IS no excuse
Never settle for second rate
Because, with that, there can be no debate
Never ever settle for less
Because if you do, you can never be your best
Dear Thom the Train
Attorney Page,
Defender of all Creatures
here below
in these DisUniting States
of throwback uncivil disunion,
What is your root foundation
for a constitutional argument
that all living residents
of these remaining United Democratic States
have a right
to restoring healthy justice,
to resiliently retaining healthy life?
Is this sacred democratic Source
inter-related with values
like well-being
prosperity
liberty
public health optimization,
declarations of defensive rights
for all Creation
to freely seek democratic empowerment
and liberating enlightenment?
Non-royalist
non-fascist
non-authoritarian
non-patriarchal
non-colonizing
non-racist
non-demonizing
non-anthropocentric,
non-xenophobic
non-narcissistic
non-egocentric
and, thereby, pro-green new and ancient win/win deals.
I am not a lawyer,
as you can clearly already hear,
but more of a constitutional
polycultural historian,
So, how do you briefly argue
in courts of your licit choosing,
an evolutionary theory
of democracy still healthily emergent?
Starting with straight
white
patriarchal property owners
of
African and Native American
domesticated and feminized
economic and political
natural and spiritual slaves,
Moving multiculturally out
to include prisoners
and homeless shelter dwellers,
human
and now our imprisoned
and life-endangered dogs
and cats,
horses
and cattle,
birds
and guines pigs
of democratic tensions
intentions
extensions
of dominating fraternity
and liberating sorority.
History shows
where our constitutional democratic story began
with white straight male slave-owner privilege,
But, how do you predict where
and when this evolving
expanding
emergent cooperative health-wealthing
cooperative reality
should
or could
or would globally end?
Or,
it is your brief courtship win/win position
that we must expect no such end
to this multiculturally revolutionary
democratic 20/20 revolution?
Moving from more Straight White Patriarchal
independence days
toward more resiliently fulfilling
Earth InterDependence Days
and sensory moonlit nights
Of freely orbiting stars
and planets
from democratizing Positive/Negative
Yang/Yin Energy
Empowering health,
Enlightening true and beautiful
polycultural
trans-historic
epic green
democratic wealth.
Window cleaning is my trade and I want to tell my story
Like the time I saw the Vicars wife in the bath in all her glory
Or when I saw the Vicar tied up, I thought there'd been a slaying
I called the police but it turned out, t'was a game that they were playing.
And Mrs Smith from two doors down, well she is kind of hot
Always leaves big gaps in her drapes just to show me what she's got
Next door to her a stripper lives, well she just doesn't care
She walks around as I try to clean and yes she's totally bare.
Then across from her a nymphomaniac lives, she's always wanting more
Whenever I call to clean her glass there's men queueing at her door
I always cringe when I knock her door to ask her for my money
She always offers payment in flesh; winks and calls me honey.
Next door to her is 'Dirty Pete' watches movies all day long
Not Hollywood films you understand but titles like King Dong
Well I'm no prude each to his own but quadrophonic sound!
The first time that he blasted it, I fell off my ladder to the ground.
Round the corner is Jim and Sue, she always calls me handsome
I heard it from the man next door they want me for a threesome
Well maybe to some weirdy folk, it is their fantasy
Not my thing I assure you 'cos she is eighty three.
The sorority house I'd leave till last ' cos I found it hard to cope
They always leave the windows ajar to let out the fumes of dope
Then the world around me, would turn colourful and bright
My eyes would see some very strange things and I'd fly high as a kite.
See that's what I have to endure, to make an honest living
I never tell my wife you know, she'd be so unforgiving
When I get home she always asks, "Darling how was your day?"
I tell her each time same old same old, but it helps me pay my way.
Written on the 8th November 2020
A SNIPPET FROM MY TESTIMONY
God tapped me on the shoulder:
Did you hear this one?
Actually I was in proximity
And I overheard:
Jesus’ mother and brothers were at the door...
Curiosity bit my ear
Just that quick
I wanted to know more
Boy, do His words lift
This sorority and fraternity
Is open to all
Bible study took my breath away
Still does
I have had three bibles show up at my door.
You see, causality of thought burns heaven’s ears.
Because dear Jesus hears,
When YOU have ears to hear.
So just like that in the generosity
Of a new friend,
Who’d only heard what God said
I received my first
Full-length revelation
And I soaked in the ink
Years later my sister remembered
The one time I had spoken
Of my Grandmother’s red-leather,
art-infused family bible.
She brought it home from her travels —
I unwrapped the blanket covered gift.
So good is God, and then my husband,
Who has a strange family history
Received his grandmother’s too —
All the way from Germany.
He was adopted by his mother
And also into the family of God.
How good God is!
He leaves no one out.
No religiosity brings
Good tidings,
But a childlike faith —
God remembers everything.
12/6/2018
We pledged brother and sister organizations that spring. We saw each other
frequently at fraternity/sorority functions, and, in the cafeteria, of course. She
dated a friend of mine and I watched from the sidelines, hoping for another
chance to make a play for her heart. Then while dining and socializing one
evening, a senior member of the fraternity requested that we dance together in
the cafeteria! I know it sounds like an odd request for the cafeteria, but Hatchet
was known for trying to humiliate pledges and didn’t really care about others who
were trying to dine and return to their studies. For me, it was the greatest dance
of my life! Hatchet and about a dozen cronies crooned ‘Frauline’, and I was
dancing with Vicki. And, for that dance, she was “my pretty frauline”. I felt like
Bobby Helms had written that song just for me; for us!
I held her close and asked,” Do you know how to turn?”
“No,” she replied.
“Well, you’re fixin’ to learn!” And I felt like I’d been fooled as we successfully
made a full turn in the aisle between the tables and the milk dispenser. I didn’t
want to let her go!
To this day, I smile when I hear the song!
Opportunity knocks
Wanting investment stock
Offering salary positions
Full-time committed commissions
Benefits are great
For you and a mate
Travelling collegiate towns
Going down
Alpha Beta Road
Enduring wintry cold
First place opportunity went
House fraternity rent
Brothers answered knock
Calculated the luring stock
Requested a brochure
When opportunity stepped off the floor
Accepting escort to the door
Finding another place
Hoping to receive a smiling face
Innocent and bright
Wearing wedding white
And engagement ring from her knight
Both ready for the real-life fight
Opportunity gave the door a tap
Woke the Sorority sister from a between class nap
Throwing a pitch
Sounding quick and rich
She exclaimed
Not playing a game
“A.I.
Senior replied
Wrote you are a lie
We have Wi-Fi
Don't even try"
Rejected
Dejected
Opportunity still acted cool
Not being a fool
Walked over to where there's brew
Needed a break
Find out how much students want to make
Discovering academics at stake
Opportunity pondered a bit
Thinking what would fit
When Honesty walked in
Knowing how to win
One over
When scholars mature, get older
"You look hot
Join me in my spot"
Opportunity did knock
Wanting investment stocks
"Only if you speak the truth
Or honesty will hit the roof
You see opportunity when you knock
Your stock
Better be real
Or it's a no deal
There are many fakes
And hate
Out there
Our new generation is aware
And they do care
Future should be filled with dreams
Not angry computerized screams
You must love thy neighbor
And the waiter
Since they could be the one
When success is done"
"Honesty, you should not be ignored
May I open the door
And share
Ideas, creative and fair"
"I got this,"
Honesty blew opportunity a kiss
"We maybe broke
But still can joke
Reality is on our side
A light that guides
Showing vigilant nerve
Until we get what we deserve
A true blessen
Confronting political recession
Since deception
That is not our fault
Should be caught
And will haunt
Those doing wrong
Singing our campus fight song"
Opportunity figured day end arrived
And said goodbye
Leaving the course
Feeling remorse
Without freedom of LeftSing soulful
and RightWing sacred
copassionate expression
And without freedom
of multiculturally mediated
contextually intelligent press
and bicameral push
and bipartisan pull of ecopolitical
ecofeminist critical analysis
We will continue Business As Usual
StraightWhiteMale privileged
LeftBrain prejudice
that War is more powerful
than unenlightened
benighted EarthPeace
and bihemispheric Love
and Health/Wealth Integrity
And deeply, widely synergetic
PolyPathic
PolyMathic
PolyPhonic
PolyVagal
NonViolent Win/Win Communicating CoRelationships.
So kinda difficult
to successfully promote interdependent
restorative justice fraternity
And even more unlikely
to successfully promote intersectional
integral
Open WholeSystemic
indigenous EarthWisdom
green inter-religious sorority
Between competing nations
of Anthro-MonoSupremacists
MonoTheistically enculturing
and colonizing PatriCapitalist
MonoCultures
of Win/Lose HiStoric Aggression.
Without Win/Win freedom
and copassionate bicameral funding priorities
for multicultural healthcare mediation,
Disarmament
and a wealthier
indigenously wiser
EarthView health resonant
robust order
are unlikely to
wealth resiliently succeed
Within this Here and Now
nonviolently communicating EarthTribe
trying to keep our ecofeminist dreams
of surviving,
possibly even green thriving,
war climate RightWinging v LeftRinging
Spacious
spectral singing
Great ReWeaving
EarthPeace Anthems
climbing
embracing
absorbing
transforming
transubstantiating
this rapidly
vapidly climate climaxing
aggressively viral challenging
War Proposing
we all sink apart
rather than sing to gather
in this
our PureWhite
Patriarchal Propaganda Pandemonic
Time.
The plaid couch was well-built in 1972.
We purchased it brand new from a ritzy furniture store.
I was not fond of the plaid, but it was fairly inexpensive.
Little Plaid could tell stories about my potato chip binges.
Many of them ended up in bits under her cushions.
Her Scotch guard was remarkable.
She is fifty-one years old now.
Sitting in my granddaughter’s sorority house.
They needed a couch.
It’s so comfy, we fight over it, she told me.
They had dolled it up with pillows and artwork.
It looks better there than it ever looked in my house.
Fifty-one and you have never aged, I tell her.
Plaid never looked so welcoming!