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Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul,
But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro,
To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control,
Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know,
Although - know; you ought to, and know you must, if we're to avoid their evil demonic end goal, by economic slavery boom and bust,
Why have the masses flocked to what is essentially an obvious Lie..
The hitherto well understood well known treachery of bribery and trickery..to the ill-informed common eye?
Real answers lie within the Agendas of those,
With high unseen well hidden authority of tyranny.. now beginning to be exposed,
The blame so far as we can see for this all pervasive idiocy,
Fits squarely into Ancient Babylonian Occult vile Crypto Supremacy,
An unmentionable taboo for Society, though cleverly socially arranged,
Covertly hostile toward Humanity and our creative force..
By a certain inferiority complexed minority so deranged..
Ah yes - but of course!
A true Dictatorship and Tyranny
can and always will insist..
Upon those that have become uber-Liberal all accepting pacifists..
Those yet behind an otherwise obvious - facade of devious fallacy, don't want you to learn the reasons for the lie,
The mondane so often belies what is hidden within our words; within a sound,
The truth disguised as anything unprofound,
Explanation enough as to the premise of why..
The countless masses are now clearly and sadly being systematically psychologically, reduced to a pitiful state of abhorrent dependency,
We would certainly have to mention and be sure to say,
Please wake up a friend a colleague or a family member now, or at least today,
It is therefore clear that;
an in-depth searching root cause analysis, apparently can be,
Brought about and shared through some insightful poetry..
The written and the spoken word,
Do justice to those that cannot nor would never ever be heard,
So we might then listen in careful piety,
Or do not then be surprised to now find, that there are..
So Many Seduced by Rhythmic Pendulum of Trauma & Absurd Normalcy..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
28th February 2023
Our soul is in constant wonder of how often, Holy Father you have blessed us.
Delivering us through all the torrent storms of iniquity, in thee we trust.
Oh, how wonderful, Holy Father are your powerful healing and loving grace.
Oh, how grateful we are that you were the source of helping us to prevail against the evil dark shadows and how you placed our feet on solid ground and in a sunny place.
Your presence in our life leads us shaken and amazed by the wonderment of your great creations, the opening, and closing of the day.
The galaxy and the spiraling and bright luminous stars of the Milkyway.
Oh how magnificent and inspiring it is to see the thriving and blooming grassland with the variable perennials all a glow, systematically blanketing the incredible miles of plateau.
How superb, in your makings of the African pigmy squirrel.
How great was your plan for its survival during the diurnal and nocturnal hours in peril.
Oh, how great Heavenly Father, in all your bliss, is the design of the Paedocypris.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, you with no blemish of creation and grace.
Thank you Holy Father, for your hands and loving grace in creating different hues of the human race. Amen
Book of Johb 12;7.8.9 But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the air and they will tell you, speak to the earth, and it will teach you and the fish of the sea will declare unto thee.
copyright 10/15/22
Sometimes ya get the unction
To systematically function
In the footsteps where giants have been
Delegation, infiltration
Ruling a sovereign nation
Where time runs the gambit, again, and again
Deliberation, legislation, intonation
Singing the melody of the Shun
We will not bow, nor give allegiance
To the entity that causes us grievance
Stiff-necked, proud ridden thugs
Treading the roman way
Banners high, waving to the sky
We will squash your rule over us like a ladybug
Land, territory, nations, world
Not a clue that He has a girl
Rising from the south
With TRUTH in her mouth
.....silencing the SHUN
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/16/2021
Inside, rage sufficiently evolves and simmers
It sprawls systematically, abrading my dinkum mind,
The eager embers are zealously veeled by Satan
Until his fierce rage and evil seep into my veins
My mind and thinking are comatose
A fierce ache for blood has me quite oblivious
As yet, I'm on the verge of yielding to the blaze
By the dazzling haze, a radiant voice screams
Let promptly withdraw of umbrages
Afterward, you shall hoist the flaming mantle
My stern eyes are bared by the keen timbre
When I've excused, shout whip, and escape
Forgiveness arises the way to waiving the past
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 21, 2022
A Brian Strand 1093 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I'd find nirvana, if I could,
on distant coast by lapping bay,
far from all strain of daunting day.
Sustain no drama, as I should,
an ataraxis of my mind
that is a spot I'd wish to find.
If I ask you to join, you would
find full placidity flows not
from finding an idyllic spot.
Unlock this truth that long has stood:
it's good to know tranquility,
pursuing kind civility.
Concordant harmony is good;
it's worth our diamonds and bankroll
to own it in our inmost soul.
I'd find nirvana, if I could,
sustain no drama, as I should.
If I ask you to join, you would
unlock this truth that long has stood:
concordant harmony is good.
Lipogram
A lipogram is a composition from which the writer systematically omits a certain letter or letters of the alphabet (in this case, the letter 'e').
Constanza
Created by Soup's own Connie Marcum Wong, a Constanza consists of 3-line stanzas of 8-syllable lines, where the first lines of each stanza are monorhymed and combined to form the final stanza. The remaining lines of each stanza are rhymed couplets.
It was in the water
Where receptors were numbed
As currents of pain and pleasure
Were systematically being gummed
Blinded eyes gazed at silence
Forked tongues hissed at words
The machine making adjustments
Were the loud sounds players heard
Not for me, can't have
Move along little doggie, just get through
Suffering is your lot in life
Precious Blue can't always find, and rescue you
Words, sentences, mantra, belief
My narrative was alive......without....ME
Must hide self in the crowd
Where evil is not allowed
...........but where to hide
.................................when I must ABIDE
.......................................................in NOT.....ME!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08/29/2020
Note: I swear, the healing process never ends. LOVE is always revealing areas in the heart that are cold and need the warm touch of caring love to make it whole and new again. This process is very difficult for me, but I will do the work so that I can be healed and maybe others can benefit from my journey. Wow! See!?! Melodrama....Lord, help me!
"I believe through any trial
there is always a way"
Such profound belief
in powers of love
is hard for my hands
to honestly sing
and not shyly wave away
With integrity of my final
truthful say
But, still
I do silently believe
as polyvagal Health Theorists
systematically play
Through any win/lose
or lose/lose trauma trial
we always do our best
in a more resonant
win/win therapeutic
co-arising way
To both sing and standing dance
our most resiliently harmonic day
To withstand a more resistant
wounded child's lack of nurtured
healthy nature spirited way
to robustly pray
In this
our cooperative
co-invested circle
of soulful gospel
sacred spacetime stay
I believe through alarming
Othering trauma
of disabling marginalization,
criminalization,
commodification,
AnthroSupremacist colonization
Nonviolent multicultural compassion
is always our healthiest
act of win/win co-invested action
loving our wealthiest resonation
Drumming indigenously wise
thrumming interdependent nations
restoring our humming
resilient
EarthJustice folkway.
Judgment Is Coming
By: Tom Wright
12-2-04
Life is like a book,
with a beginning, plots and subplots,
climax, and end.
Pretty non eventful at the start,
mostly just laying around
whining about one thing or another.
(some remain in this mode)
But as we get into it,
it becomes more meaningful.
Each page is an unknown,
a day filled with new events, acquaintances,
and new things to be accomplished.
Some are x-rated while others we dog-ear
and remember forever.
As the sun sets on each day that page
is systematically recorded, until finally,
though even a slow reader,
the remaining pages are fewer,
and soon will come the page that says,
The End.
What a joyous time for a child of God.
Society veiw of beauty
Beauty lies on the eye
of the Beholder
They say
Like the society
Design it own way
Of beauty
Society view of beauty
Too many depression
All over places
As no notice in the media
Neither do eyes see to care
Too many insecurity
All over places
For this society view
Of beauty many can't
Fit in
Too many illness from
Stress as doctors grow
In jobs all over places
For the beauty so many earn
Don't matter not at all
As life mean less to them
Society view of beauty
Shola was a big girl
As fat as she is
She Is ugly to her society
As she was isolated
Cos of her size
Society view if beauty
At school her name
Is never mentioned
But with the mention
Of the fat girl
That serve as her name
Shola felt issolated
As skinny ladies muck her
Well as the boys
At street shola is double
Looked as a stranger
As shola could not handle
It any more
Just as life is beautiful
At a book shop
She meet a man
Who saw her beyond the
Society view of beauty
Society view of beauty
On a beautiful day
Shola loves novels
As she do practices
All it take to slim down
Yet to no avail
No kilo lost
No waist loss
On this day just as shola
Walk in a shop
Searching for a novel again
Here come this young
Handsome guy
As he liked all about
Shola
With time
They feel in love
Finally got married
With the love from
This man
Shola became free
From the captive of the
society veiw of beauty
Society veiw of beauty
Beauty lies on the eye
Of the beholder not
The society
How you see yourself
Is the beauty that count
The trends of beauty today
Reduce many to fear of self
As reality reveal It damage
The image on high promotion
The trends invoke
The fast push of style
From our media
Is killing nature
As systematically
It secretly drains our soul
To vanity
Above all
See yourself right
And that will do you good
For on your eye is the real
Beauty of you
Not the
Society view of beauty
History cried out at a heinous cost
'Twas when millions of Jews their lives had lost
Dead bodies in concentration camps filled
In the name of Anti-Semitism, killed
Pogroms, mass shootings to annihilate
Gas chambers and vans to asphyxiate
Germans, they thought they were superior
Slew the Jews with motives ulterior
Forced to work in extermination camps
Labour till death his sickle around tramps
God's chosen race fighting for every breath
Nazis became the harbingers of death
{The Holocaust, also known as the Shoah, was the World War II genocide of the European Jews. Between 1941 and 1945, across German-occupied Europe, Nazi Germany and its collaborators systematically murdered some six million Jews, around two-thirds of Europe's Jewish population. The murders were carried out in pogroms and mass shootings; by a policy of extermination through work in concentration camps; and in gas chambers and gas vans in German extermination camps, chiefly Auschwitz, Belzec, Chelmno, Majdanek, Sobibór, and Treblinka in occupied Poland}
09.19.2020
For William Kekaula's "A Historic Event" poetry contest