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A time of strong demands from noble Kings
Chosen; mentor “The One” altering things
Stood by his side wholly subservience
In day’s dusk end and bend to his defence
That I mere prophet son of an angel
To honor these guardianship faithful
Shrouding magical powers to behold
Among the young, I never to grow old
Beyond the chambers heap Kilgharrah sleeps
in a cave deep within the tower’s keep
A lone; Survivor of a thousand years
And a thousand more populace will fear
Deceived, imprisoned his bellow thunders
No one could free the world’s greatest wonder
To purge magic from the realm that admires
To sever burn in the heavenly fires
Whispers his name as he slumbers, “Emrys”
Warlock charmed by dragon’s lore and riddles
A wise, trusted counselor and brother
Destined to mentor and guard King Arthur
2/24/2017
Poetry Contest: Form I - Contest(with a theme)
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
caught or accused; arrested
handcuffed, fingerprinted, mugshot
processed through, bunk or cot
cell, cellmate(s), population
will there be a bond or nah?
anticipation for hearing: fearing
postponed rescheduled new date
appointed public defender
no communication, no information
questions about the charge(s)
finally, court date with appearance
innocent or guilty, what do you plea?
case go to trial; more waiting
apprehension of being held captive
creates or awakes a something within
enduring abuse of all kind and levels
disturb the mind body and soul
following rules and command of fools
activities, classes, books: brief solitude
a system gain while the humanness is lost
psychologically, emotionally, and mentally
used as commodity, mules, subservience
if sober when entered, forced habits/acts
can't beat them, join them become thought
one of the ways of protection for most
wondering and praying for that Heavenly GOD
this circumstance is detrimental for some
those that can't endure, lose their mind
contemplating life or death for anyway out
survivor from a safe guarded emotional state
released back in a world familiar by habits
cell shocked within the subconscious mind
enclosed in a profitable injustice system
that has no correctness at all; SCAM
guilty or innocent hearing or trial
the CRIME is during the imprisonment
short or long term.
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights
And waring tribes a bully on the block
To kick you when your down
The ones meek and mild
But can stand tall n defend their ground.
So hay now, now, sing to me a man of fragility
Of many means and wants all and nothing more
But to have dominion over the land, you wanted a war
now you can't win, you have not a war but a massacre
A genocide, you are your only suicide
If you want a war WE can bring you your war a jihad
If the cultural empire strikes
You will know war, but why fight return
To your frozen land of winter waste before its to, to late
Leave this sovereign nation
Let your people rise up
Throw off the yoke of opposition
Put down your guns
and turn and run no one will get hurt
So sing, now, hay now, now to me of this dominion
Sing of a white house in a red square of mother Russia, your dispair
Of white wastes, throw down your oppressor
As we bring the Rain to wash away his stain
You are better than one
A little pale pathetic man
A man-made of a killer in a high place
OH! Mother Russia!
Sing down, down, down this oblivion...
You have nothing to lose
We said it once will say it before
Cast down the crown of a ruined nation
Time to cast off the chains of subservience
Rise up and be free
END THIS WAR!
Before it's too, too late...
for the Ukraine
I recall
from Catholic seminal
seminary daze,
Frocked monastic gaze
vowed nerve-systemic chastity,
self-sacrificing poverty,
political obedience
to a Great StraightMale Master
of God's paradise reclusive House
filled with sacred humane
Men's Room Only vocations.
Yet I experienced these three
Green Commons commitments
in reverse Taoistic
NonZeroistic chronology
of sacramental EarthCentric interest:
Without fully embodying
sensory-neural obedience,
trust
good faith
good humor
LeftBrain healthy secular Truth
as also
RightBrain safe sacred Beauty,
Then poverty of spirit
is a bitter
exploitive pill to
MonoCapitalistically swallow
before too many competitive weeks
and months pass anxiously by
Without neuro-sensory chastity
invoking my healthy regenerative compassion
only when informed
by universal climax wealth experience
of sacred
nature-spirited poverty
of co-invested
co-infesting
cooperatively creolizing Light
and Power;
Theologically ecological poverty
of StraightWhiteMale divinely-endowed
anthrosupremacism
could best be re-invited
into WinWin cooperative co-investment
when transparently vulnerable
through healthy matriarchal prime Attachment,
Further reinforced
by post-pubescent
sensory-neural sacred climax
worship
and praise,
silent awe
and verbalized
and verbalizing
and reverberating wonder,
Obedience to Taoistically balanced
ego-patrilinear LeftBrain verbalized
through nonviolently, multiculturally felt
wants,
healthy co-invested thrusts,
trusts,
truths
As also EcoWomanist
RightBrain sacred felt silence,
integral reception
Green cooperative unitarian communion
Deep listening for empowering
sacred information
inhalation
Also enlightening
dusty secularized disobedience,
pathological need for win/lose subservience,
posturing as win/win obedient
Earth Healers,
Regenerative repairers
of active nonzeroistic healthy ego-hope
from EcoMotherly masters
vowing past
and present
and future
green/blue EarthWealth
revolving compassion.
Bewitched
Bewitched into subservience all over again
Casted spells vapor up in through the skin
Drifting through the thoughts of no direction
Tampering with insight of shattered protection
Eternally to replace hope with nothing to mind
Forever falling, faster, father eyes watered blind
Following my dreams succeeds the nightmare
Bewitched into worthlessness of all my despair
bmdavey@10/05/17
On the banks of river folks gathered solemnly
Where in repose lay the body of his father;
Dry dead-wood was stacked in layers they built,
Fire was crackling, burning, heads were bowing,
Memorializing deeds in voices of the elders--
That is how cremation was done in his village.
He recalls now how they walked river’s edge
Where wildflowers bloomed, animals grazed
As farmers tilled rice fields in dawn’s silence,
Much as his father did until he died that day.
Frozen he stood there, thousand burns unseen,
Inflamed in veins as he looked to his mother
Gasping for words choking youthful innocence
As tearfully they hugged fearful of the burden
Bewildering his mother into stilled unknown.
Look at him, for a glimpse of child-subjugated
Who parted in hopes of altering course of fate,
Grateful to those who made room for his stay,
In a city where wealth was sign of intelligence,
Poverty denigrated~ tantamount to ignorance,
And class defined by the ancestry of bigoted;
There he found shelter, offered only as a loan,
Love not included in covenant of sustenance,
And mighty price required to learn existence:
Humiliated endurance, humbled-subservience…
That even in freedom-won, never sets one free,
Suffocating still in those embers carbon-fumed,
Life robbed of childhood throttling pitied tears,
Adulthood festering wounds of acrid memories
Spurned by summers and dejected by autumns,
Parching his life’s springs, stunting his seasons,
Caging his heart where his father’s ashes burn.
March 14, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1096
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Festering Wound
Subservience, domination,
a foot on the throat,
religion taught them that, did it?
oppression, decapitation,
suffering, death through starvation,
divine ordinance they have, do they?
symbols of their belief on their faces,
books from heaven they read,
fountain of their education, is it?
prescriptive attire, deny women education,
breed through them future,
yet slave them in God’s name, will they?
every man is born of a woman,
nourished in her womb,
yet he deems himself superior, does he?
time for civilisation to reject these notions,
bury untruth, burn beliefs of such bigots,
let life flow as nature chose, shall we?
I reject religious symbols that chain me,
reject all lies sold as words of God!
I am a free person today! Are you?
written 29/10/2022
free verse
Mystic Rose sponsored
Tell it as it is contest
in support of the many who are not as lucky as some of us!!
away with capitalistic free market enterprise
where the concomitant features of greed, power and wealth
fuse to form a pact of unrestrained mass-consumerism
while simultaneously obliterating any shred of a humanistic ethic.
the hollow emptiness of a hedonistic philosophy
representative of the western civilization
rings with the sound of falseness
from the belfry of commodification.
debunk the myth of the supremacy of man
where the less sophisticated species
remain in a role of subservience
while religion upholds this point of view.
the travesty of contemporary existence
epitomized by the crass characteristics
endemic in the advertisements
prior to the advent of a holiday or sale.
opinions about significant political issues
and the general emotions toward the processes of life
trivialized into a farcical sport
by the producers of commercial goods.
renounce the superficiality of the make-believe world
and also the stamp of mass production
that transforms a creative human being into an obsolete soul!
Form:
Rain rushed in like a concert audience.
There’s nothing calm about Spring’s arrival.
The specter gusts regrets and survival,
Strip limbs for whips — a sore obedience.
A path cut through, a cold subservience.
The robin’s heavy breast with cheep revival.*
A rose depressed in past Spring’s archival.
Absence of warmth, enrages audience.
A sip of dandelion wine — desire
spurs wholesome cheat, complete with snowy seeds.
Remembrance of unwrinkled hands - youth’s lore,
A marshmallow on spit, and rosy fire.
Enhance the peace and love of daisy beads.
Unwind the twister’s coil, unleash Spring’s core.
3/21/2018
Greg Cornish’s Petrarchan Sonnet contest
cheep - to utter faint shrill sounds : peep, to utter a single word or sound
(from Merriam Webster dictionary) Also mimics the word “cheap”