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Eluding My Ressurection
Eluding the proposition of more work to be done
Prelude to the inquisition that is blocking out the sun
I can only conclude that the ammunition was hard fought and won
While the interlude for the intermission has only just begun
Statutory situations from behind a judges bench presiding
Defamatory imitations that aren’t worth justifying
Auditory insinuations that see a person testifying
Crematory conflagrations that are somewhat death defying
Intercontinental ballistic missiles heading for a major city
Coincidental trajectories on the inside that are the opposite of pretty
Environmental projectiles that leave humans loitering in complicity
Developmental officials that stunt the growth of those without pity
Acrimonious altercations that leave you shocked and stunned
Parsimonious purification that has men reaching for their guns
Disharmonious communications that make you feel inclined to run
Sanctimonious salutations that remove the laughter from the fun
Aberrations of contemplations that leave my thinking incomplete
Abdications of compensations that keep you working on your feet
Complications of innovations that seem to be headed for defeat
Combinations of annotations that keep your words strong enough to compete
Augmentation of technological conversations altered for their privilege and stature
Conflagrations of mythological consternations that have people waiting for the rapture
Insinuations of psychological manifestations that make you feel like you are captured
Constellations of astronomical configurations that engender awe and enrapture
I’m hoping that the tides will flow in favour of my direction
While eloping from the slides that show my wanting predilection
For downward sloping motions that grow upward in their redirection
As they live while coping in the know of my resurrection
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
When I say that I'm going to kill you, there is no doubt.
You've angered me once too often and I'm going to rub you out.
Three years ago, you stole my valuable coin collection.
You should get a bodyguard because you need protection.
You lied to Social Services when you told them that I'm an unfit dad.
I almost lost my children and you have damn nearly driven me mad.
But the last straw came when you impregnated my teenage daughter.
You've crossed the line and you are a man who I intend to slaughter.
I could have you arrested for statutory rape but I want you to be dead.
You just fell to the floor because I used my shotgun to blow off your head.
(This is a fictional poem. In real life, violence never solves anything. Please never take the law into your own hands.)
In commemoration of America's upcoming birthday, I dedicate this Acrostic poem.
UNITY is foundational
NO kings
INDIVIDUAL rights
TYRANNY no more
EQUALITY of access for all
DOMESTIC tranquility
SLAVERY was acrosus
TAXATION with representation
ASSEMBLY for redress of grievances
TRAIL of tears
EVERY legal vote must be counted
STATUTORY government
OPPORTUNITY for all citizens
FAILURE is not an option
ASSSIMULATION, not separation
MAGNANAMOUS nation and people
ECONOMIC power house
RELIGIOUS freedom
IMAGINATION, dreams, and vision
COMPASSION for the poor and weak
ALL for one and one for all
The 'Golden Rule' is an eternal principle for all mankind.*
Righteousness cannot exist without the presence of justice**
Universal fairness and respect are required for human coexistence
Evil expresses itself in the form of power hunger for control of others.
Juries are often utilized to render justice to individual citizens
Unjust judges and the entire justice system can be an evil stench
Statutory laws can be designed and passed for purposes of 'the select'
Tolerance must exist for the weak, the aged, the handicapped, and the poor
Independence that excludes, breeds corruption and disunity among men
Communities become strong by bonds of equality, unity, and understanding
Equality under the law is the least any society should require of its existence
12192018PoSoupContest, Justice, Carolyn Devonshire * So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets. Jesus, Matthew 7:12 NIV
** “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from the Birmingham ; 4P
You say that I only can see the bad parts. You can tell by the rhyme that I wrote. If food you call good, was all that it should, why'd it have to be shoved down my throat?
Suppose I should tote
a dead scroll or an apochraphyctic lamb skin. Apocalyptic man skins, get walked on like crudely made danskins, and ever presence ever yields to ancient peasantry in fields. Will we ever get a shield from that son?
Will standing laws, or laws of nature, sanitize a mind set to statutory rape her, when she comes to my Mom's house in shorts?
Sanctified codifications, waxed melodic like the Haitians, remove the curses I hurl watching sports.
But what of the blade, be it metal or not, that slices skin, and pierces the chest?
Slice an apple open, and shove a hard candy in it. The harvest is over, and new winter soldiers shall propagate indirect witness.
The world is one giant cake bowl staring at you until you grow old. It’s has its mischief’s and its tricks and pumpkin pie swirling in the dish.
You are going to bake a cake a day for all the hungry people far away; you will put lots of cream on top and cherry to form the dots.
You will sell it at half price to the merchant on the other side; he will order a million cake a day to deliver to the people living a thousand miles away.
The dollar is on the run and the English pound is hopping along, the euro is breathing fresh air and the Japanese yen is hanging on in there .
The Renminbi is as old as it can be and has high esteem for the American dream, it has been like that for more than three decades and there is no indication that it will parachute to the sky.
The cakes are baking, their appetite is growing and they need money so get it to them in a hurry.
If you don’t have it you have to print it and you will meet with your economist to guide you on how to do this. You will print a specific amount to fulfill specific needs around the town; you will do the calculation and set up a statutory body to prevent inflation.
You have got to open some international project and invest some of the printed money in long-term sustainability. Buy a town in Africa from the celebrated bush doctor and build a treatment facility center for the different ailment in the culture.
You have got to spend it in order to mend it and if you don’t have it you have got to go out and borrow it.
America is playing games, the dollar is not lame, they have plenty of it and you have to use the right play book to release it, the till is not dry, they have abundance falling from the sky.Zelinsky is a genius and he knows how to get the American dollar. America has the machine but Zelinsky has the dream.
America is a milking cow, milk is flowing everywhere so get your gallon bottle ready because America is going to make some people happy.
The Russian ruble is nuff but it cannot fill the hungry man’s gut, you have to have plenty of it to buy a decent American dish.
Get the paper on the machine under the guidance of the banking governor to fulfill your dreams. Just print what you need.
I'm a woman now. I have means to be
mean and get away with it.
He died—too fast for my liking.
I’d already hired a detective,
ready to face it—
or at least harass the details of the since-me
life he must have lived.
I've never spoken about it,
the last time we talked.
He called me from a pay booth
because his wife was home.
I answered on my plastic ConAir phone
because my parents were at work:
What did you tell them?
I told them nothing.
Nothing happened when I was gathered
in the room with the same advisor
who told me to use vinegar on my underarms
to stave off the stink of puberty the year before.
Has your mother ever talked to you?
The counselor, with the vice principal and nurse—
not asking if it had happened but if I knew
what it meant. Big of them to think
I had the right words for it:
Consort, statutory, inappropriate.
It's always ok if they’re in love, I answered
like it was still a hypothetical.
It wasn’t enough
to stop them from handing it back to me—
to let me deny it, file it away,
case closed, parents informed and unconcerned.
Even the police were relieved
there was no paperwork.
(This is a true story)
A sixteen year old girl murdered her father and her mother.
She killed them because they tried to stop her from seeing her lover.
When this happened, an entire nation was horrified and stunned.
How could a teenage girl callously murder her parents with a shotgun?
Blood was splattered on the walls, the floor and in the bed and the bodies were
in a terrible shape.
She pulled the trigger when she learned they were going to have her boyfriend
arrested for statutory rape.
Her parents didn't know that their daughter was a threat.
This proves that the world is going to Hell in a hand basket.
Form:
SEIJAKU
Three hours I’ve toiled at the keyboard,
Feeding the hungry screen.
Whilst all around the air is filled
With the clackerty-clack
Of a dozen keyboards more.
The dreaded deadline looms
And God forbid that should be missed.
At last, the final summary
And a quick read-through
In case spellcheck has missed
A careless boob.
Then press the button
That will send it to the printer
In the quiet passageway.
Away from the clamour,
I sit by the printer
As it churns out the statutory copies.
I close my eyes for a few precious moments
And my thought turn to you.
To your smile; to your sparkling eyes.
Your twinkling laughter
And the anticipation of coming home to you
At the end of a stressful day.
The printer falls silent
And wakes me from my reverie.
Just two more hours to go.
"In those days there was no king in Israel:
every man did that which was right in his own eyes."
Bible, Judges 21:25
The word 'Anomie' is new to my vocabulary, but
by definition, I am well acquainted with 'Anomie'.
It is "a state or condition of individuals or society
characterized by a breakdown or absence of social
norms and values, as in the case of uprooted people".
I consider myself fortunate to be a citizen
of a country whose form of government is a
Democratic Republic. I pray that it will never
change this government for and by the people.
As a nation and people, I know from whence we came,
but presently, I dread to think where we are headed.
Yes, ours is a 'King-free' nation;
Neither dictatorial nor 'mob-rule;
A nation of laws and policies with
Statutory restrictions that are designed
to hold every person accountable.
Notwithstanding, every generation, it seems,
initiates change and a cultural revolution.
I have experienced abusive laws. Moreover,
I have also witnessed mayhem in the streets.
Human co-existence demands a standardized social order.
From a very young age, I was taught in public school
that your rights end where my rights begin. No one
benefits from a society whose social interactions
have become a narcissistic jungle.