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Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
Into The Splendiferous, Shining Sector!
To The Spiritual Site Where Ultra-Love Glows
by the Vibrant, Blindingly-Brilliant Light-Vector
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
GOD Has Invited Us Into HIS Kingdom!
The Resplendent, Royal City of Emerald Rainbows
& Radiant Pearl & Gold & Glass-Sheen-Domes
… Where Thunders, Horns & Harp String Tones
Join With Angels & Kings In Hallelujahs’ Choir-Songs!
and Residents Greet Citizens In True Fashion ‘Shalom’
and Are Welcomed Like Beloved Children Come Home
& Share The Fruit of Trees – Sweetest Ever Known
A Righteous Reaping & Keeping Paradise Beautifully Grown
as Crystal Fountains & Rivers, Bubble Forth & Shone
… in The Sparkling Waters of Life’ Gleaming Zone!
… O’ Let Us Gaze In Awe – In Meek Gratitude
At The Greatness & Grandeur of GOD’s Estate!
Let Us Whisper In Respect-Muted Admiration
with Wiped Feet As We Walk A Street Called Faith
Let Us Gather ‘Round Devotedly – As A Great Crowd
Read Inscriptions On The Precious-Gem Cornerstone
of The City’s Foundation, As Opened Fortress Beckons
To Jeweled Temple & Ancient of Days, Treasure-Throne!
Walk With Baited Breath & Bowed Hearts & Heads
As Joyful Tears Pool In Our Beaming Eyes!
As Into The Godly Realm … We Have Ventured
& Entered ‘The Archway’ Supports For All Skies
O’ My Brothers, My Sisters, My Family & My Friends
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
Where We Have Been Invited To HIS Garden Party
Where Each One of Us Will Get To Speak … with HIM!
All You HIS Faithful Ones – Who Awaited Kingdom Come
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
To The Place Where The Holy of Holies Is Situated
O’ Get A Glimpse of Heavenly, New Jerusalem!
Into The Glorious Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go!
Up To Clouds & Zion’s Mountain-Top Location
As Earth Becomes – The Global Promised Land
Yes, Humans’ Own Homefront, Habitat Space-Station
(Yes, This World’s First Honorable United Human Nations)
… and Into The Godly Realm … GOD Will Let Us Go
… into The Splendiferous, Spectacular Sector!
Into The Spiritual Area – Where Eternity Roams
Close To The Vibrant & Blindingly-Brilliant, Light-Vector
Written & ©: 7/13/2013
By: The MoonBee
Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?
My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain
so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason
for living gone in a spasm of violence to be forgotten
never by survivors. This fear could become real as no movie
is surreal enough to distract attention from the certainty
you did not do enough to deflect man's trajectory.
All could be well in the end but history portends
a periodic bloodletting followed by a quietus
without mercy. What's the best that can be said:
he died beside his friends and buddies. Steady
on to your own inquest and rest. A perfect rest
that improves upon the inadequacy of your efforts.
What solace can be found in the remains of marriage.
So you better fight back now even if that means
war comes sooner. At least you're fighting back, but how?
Take a minute to meditate on purpose. Science
cannot save you, neither can religion. Abstaining
from violence with love, letting prisoners go, detaining
no one at the border, inviting Chinese and Russian
scientists to our shores, defusing your own anger before it detonates,
none may be enough to save your sons.
A war president needs war, whatever. A trained
and deadly warfighter. You become what history wants
you to become. You survive if you're lucky, if not
so what, your old parents will be alive only briefly to mourn.
Then they too go to their good graves and the pain dies down.
In the meantime a new generation builds a new space station.
Since the vortex will be sucking up the poor,
let's not let the rich escape untouched. All go down
together, no one hoards gold or gets away with fiction.
If we have to fight let's make sure we fight as one,
the sons of the rich side by side with the poor's sons
and their daughters. You want slaughter? Then
let every city and back road know the new order.
I would rather watch Lalaland ten times over than have
to write this poem. I can leave home and live
in a tent or bunkhouse, eat dinner out of a tin cup
and drink water from a wooden bowl, give up
music and most of my memories to save my sons,
to save the world and avoid this war.
But that rarely happens. One is lost and found in what happens.
“dashing” when he was younger,
with muscles ripped & a razor sharp intellect,
a sense of humor that could make the room roar &
the demeanor of a man on the way to certain
success,
whatever path he took.
and some hands are played just perfectly at the table,
some shine just like he did,
with absolutely every move gaining envy &
the ability to make a mistake that would not end up in some way
profitable for him,
just not a factor in the game.
now so “distinguished” &
reveling in the rewards of his early right moves,
he walks with a head held high &
an air about him that lets the world know
that he understands his place in it,
as one to be looked up to
when needing an example of one who has
“made something of himself”---
but just a few minutes ago,
his sky fell &
when it happened, he had to keep his composure,
saving face on the outside,
while fumbling in a brand new state of confusion.
burning up inside &
grasping for the quickest way to improve
his newfound state of affairs,
he looks upon the face of a man who is
more distinguished &
in meeting him,
he understands that it would take another lifetime to
become greater than this man &
the fact that he will never be able to do so
crushes his pride &
fills him with a sense of discomfort, vulnerability &
anger,
the kind of which he has never known before.
a second punch to the gut much worse than the first,
is when the outshined man
undergoes the process in public,
that is, when he sees the more distinguished man
take something that he himself wanted
with more ease & possibility
than he ever could have imagined &
when it happens,
other people watch him
(and now he feels all the eyes changing from adoration to
something else)---
be it a patch of land, a bundle of stocks, a new
toy, a trip to the new space station just built,
a beautiful woman or a beautiful man,
all it takes is one thing that this man who thought that he could have
everything,
to know that there are now limits on how far he can rise,
that there are limits on how much he will be worshiped by others for
his success,
because he has been
outshined.
Floriography
Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by Hermes, but
Dead Nettle is hardly so dead with her fuschia coloured flowers on tall stalks
Early Star Of Bethlehem awaits for snow to melt and to be reborn to bless
Freesias that innocently rest atop wedding cakes with their snowy icing buds as
Glory Lily with reflexed pink petals look like a turkish cap in a showstopper
Hyacinth clusters ease tension while boasting off its colourful array of petals
Irises' three petals looking heavenwards and one downwards links us to gods
Jasmine's pristine beauty rests in my bun, leaving a trail of fragrance in morns
Knife Acacia's drooping yellow clusters add beauty to xeriscape landscaping
Larkspur's purple petals are like curtains displaying an open light heart while
Mountain Laurel in translucent white with pink accents are humbled before
Narcissus smiling from above the rockery at its reflected beauty in the pond below
Orchids, rare and royal, flourish in moss and add grandeur to pinned coats
Portulaca overhangs my flower pots on boundary walls in appeasing hues
Queen of nights likens to a creamy lotus on a cactus, blooms but once annually
Red Hot Poker's stand like tall red candies in clusters attracting children
Spring Snowflakes are reversed scalloped white cups dangling with breeze
Teddy dahlias in naughty bonniness wear the brightest sunny hoods
Ursinia fields wave in the spring breeze like floating islands in an orange sea
Virginia Bluebells ring in the spring, chiming in nooks till silenced by the rains
Wake Robin is stemless and sits on leaves with its fetid aroma to attract flies
Xeranthemum is purpled in royalty to favour love and changes its owner's life
Yellow Star of Bethlehem grows wildest in landscapes, yet aspiring to help
Zinnia blossom as space-flower in its debut aboard the NASA space station
April 26, 2016
For Shadow Hamilton
Abecedarian
I watch it grow from a plant into a tree, I watch it grow to rescue you and me, I water it with my sweat and nurture it with my breath and in the early morning I absorb its substance in my knee.
See them growing in the wild bearing the penalty for that painful sacrifice; they are there to shelter you and me from the sun, the rain and the miserable pain, and when life gets troublesome and the tides rises above your head, you can reach for its branch to take you across the land.
The morning comes alive with the grinding machine in my ears bellowing through the wall and penetrating my ear drum, while the music shouts from the top of the hill.
The black bird mating in the coconut tree flies into the ackee tree and then back into the coconut balling out with a wired sound that I could not figure out .Although they were mating they were trying to tell me something but I could not understand only a bird watcher could tell me what it is about.
Today is a special day and I hope that blessing will come your way. I keep all my thoughts together and try desperately to figure out this chapter before the next natural disaster.
There is a special time in space that is flying all over the place, they have not gotten the grip of time and it keeps slipping on the ship. They must focus on the lightening and the thunder and the wind will come after, then the message will be clear on the direction and the position that is hanging over there.
You didn’t do it right this time or everyone would be standing in line, with a plate and a dish looking at the horizon and the rivers breaking its banks.
There is a little hole on the side of the space station, it looks like a valve that can open and close, when its open you get the wind and when its closed you get the water., you have got do it all over again for no one will be speared except mercy flow from heaven. they will never change unless heaven breaks through the gate.
Two days wrapped in one singing a happy song, two hearts joined together listening to the weather. Come and amuse me today.
Ayo, Once upon a time..
There was a absurd world we called it planet earth
The poor people in the dirt, and the rich that didn't work
What's even worse, is I don't even see our worth
Is it to be cursed, burned and have to hurt?
Or are we mere serpents upon this earths surface
Or am I the first person beyond this earths furnace?
Or do I just see my perfect purpose, and I realize I'm not a perfect person?
It's the often urges found in cold churches
Riddled with worry, and never ending nervousness
Maybe cause I've seen what true beauty is
And I've seen a true beauteous, broken and brutal, but still such a beauty miss...
But back to the realness, even if love to me is the realest
To me the trajectory of imagery is so intricately infinite
To you it's something innocently insignificant
You'd have to be an ignorant idiot, to ignore something so brilliant
I have such a diligent different difference, For an instance, I'm truly militant
And I dream of the green trees, that help us all breathe
The oxygen we need, but the trees are falling like leaves
Why can't we concede to see that this will make us weak?
Mother earth is deserving a dedication
She didn't care about the inflation that spread vast upon the nations
She's the foundation of our airs filtration, I see the frustration
Cause every earths rotation, is another days donation
But through the duration, is another dictation, we'll be endangered like the "Dalmatian"
I see the causation of our peoples starvation, and they'll run to a space station
Cause they won't take the adaptation, or the activation of mother earths decoration
Decorating and declaring she's tired of earth devastation
She's tired of the dehydration, so with a demonstration, she'll fix it all with her divination
A supernatural separation, Sustaining the earths suffocation...
It's a revelation of peoples resignation, I'm ready for the renovation and restoration
Of earths situation, it's desecration, and complications will disappear with no explanation.....
Winter is hiding around the bend and forcing its way towards the center, it is carrying a hundred thousand shovels in a boat and generators pile up to its throat.
Hundreds of snow boots, gloves and battery made heaters lay flat on top, snow blowers galore and insulators to line the floor. Hundreds of wheel barrows and bags of barbecue coal to heat the house and everything you need for winter was on the boat.
It is docked around the corner with an elephant standing guard waiting on the signal to move.
The weather pattern is not right; you have got to roll the dice to get the weather pattern back on track to ripen the fruits and furnish the ingredients for the one pot soup.
You must go back to the international space station and check the angle of the moon and position the weather spoon, before the sun rises, then place a snow bait on top of the gate, before day break.
Something has shifted up there and is causing chaos down here, you must find it and repair it before noon. Observe where the rain is falling and where the fire is burning. Place a tag over it and mend it with your spit.
The year is coming to a close, and you have got to tie up the loose ends and get everyone back in line to cooperate with the divine. You have to examine all the countries on the list and make an offer that they cannot resist.
Once the list is clear and everyone must draw near, those who refuse to join will be cut out off permanently from the divine. You will recall your ambassador and cut off all international flight that go to their land and cancel all foreign aid, trade and business transaction.
And withdraw the multitude from their land the multitude will leave before dawn.
The one pot soup is easier to cook; the one pot soup is in my playbook, read it carefully and gathers the ingredients from every culture on the list and combine them together and give everyone a bowl to partake of the one pot soup.
remember when JFK
wanted to show the Soviets
just how big our dick was
before the end of the 60’s
by shooting our load deep
into space, so as to be the
first to ever land a man on
the moon?
mr. Kennedy’s time, we all
know, was fatally cut short---
he did not get to see Neil step
out onto the surface & mumble
his now completely whored-out
sound bite,
many people who were too
young then to know what
was happening, or those of
us who hadn’t even been
born yet, never got the chance
to understand what it was like
to feel like the empire,
whose belly you lived in,
was at the tip tip tippity top
of all civilization,
despite the mass of citizens
who were being denied
fundamental human rights
within the country &
of course, despite all those
unfortunate folks, living in
countries that we didn’t like,
that we didn’t like having a
relationship with the Soviets,
that we saw natural resources
in which we were gonna TAKE
one way or the other, or
that we just wanted to exploit
the labor of to make the ****
that we buy domestically even
cheaper, taking away jobs from
those citizens staring up at the
sky, waiting for Neil to babble---
things have changed &
now, as the empire sends much of its
military weight to the Asia-Pacific,
in a last bid to throw its testosterone
around, flailing madly in the face of
China,
China itself has sprung a big one &
with the docking of the Shenzhou 9
only a few days ago,
with a goal of having a space station
fully functional, by 2020---
holding up a hand
with that special finger flipped,
in the direction of the aging policeman
of the world,
still sitting at the diner counter,
stuffing himself with doughnuts,
hoping everybody else is gonna just
do what they are told,
despite the fact that one day
his attempt at running &
getting em’, so as to dispel the
proper disciplinary measures,
just ain’t gonna fly anymore---
it will leave him breathless &
his heart will give out.
From the beginning of time there has been exploration
To undiscovered places by every rich nation
Mans great love for exploring has moved up a gear
He has accepted a new challenge; the final frontier.
Nineteen fifty seven saw the launch of sputnik one
Followed by sputnik two, the space race had begun
Russia was the first off the starting block
America was busy working around the clock.
The following year America entered the race
By sending explorer one up into space
Russia then sent up their first cosmonaut
America then followed with an astronaut.
America was now leading in the race for space
President Kennedy’s wanted a man, on the moons surface
The whole world was watching, they were eager to see
Eagle Landers touchdown in the sea of tranquillity.
Research and development is now taking place
To establish planet Mars as a forwarding base
Future missions will refuel and take on supplies
So astronauts can venture out into darker skies.
Look up on a clear night and look for the space station
Manned by astronauts from more than one nation
Mankind has shown that he has the capability
By developing spacecraft that was once fantasy.
There have been many celebrations and even some tears
Accidents have caused deaths of some brave pioneers
Two NASA space shuttles, Colombia and Challenger
Both exploded above the earth a tragic disaster.
Our sun will die out and mankind needs to survive
A new home is needed so humans can thrive
Mankind will colonise planets that’s a certainty
Using great minds to develop new technology.
Space exploration is new and is painfully slow
In the big scheme of things, we’ve a long way to go
But one day these dreams will become reality
As man ventures further out, beyond our own galaxy.
Written 30th March 2018.
Guion Stewart Bluford Jr.
Most noted
(born November 22, 1942)
is an American aerospace engineer, retired U.S. Air Force officer
and fighter pilot,
and former NASA astronaut,
He who is the first African American
and the second person of African descent to go to space.
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This is no much fun to know it’s so great
Bluford was selected to become a NASA astronaut in January 1978
As a part of NASA astronaut group 8.
Trained for a year
Officially designated as astronaut in August 1979
His technical assignments have included working with Space Station operations
In 2002, scholar Molefi Kete Asante listed Bluford on his list of 100 Greatest African Americans
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Bluford left NASA and retired from the Air Force in July 1993 to take the post of Vice President/General Manager,
Engineering Services Division of NYMA, Greenbelt, Maryland.
a Corporation and in October 2000, became the Vice President of Microgravity R&D
and Operations for the Northrop Grumman Corporation.
He retired from Northrop Grumman in September 2002
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to become the President of Aerospace Technology, an engineering consulting organization in Cleveland, Ohio.
Bluford was inducted into the International Space Hall of Fame
in 1997,[7] the United States Astronaut Hall of Fame in 2010 and the National Aviation Hall of Fame in 2019
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Fly brother Fly up and beyond the heavenly skies
2/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©