Long Time capsule Poems
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Whats in the news today
and how much snow is on the ground
they say in the paper there is 2 600 homeless people
in my home city
but word of mouth and the people who work in the centers
estimate its more like 5000
so I ask
is this a protest of a country who has been lied to
who was led to a war that did not concern them?
who demands to have their own backyard of chemical warfares cleaned up?
Is this a protest against war of I'll never pay taxes
but I'll humble my own country
turning innocent men into serial killers
who join the smuftee killing patriots levelling a country flat
firing machine guns at innocent men listening to dance music
not to mention the reports of raped thirteen year olds and arson
and parents being forced to witness the whole thing before being executed
So I ask
wanna know about terrorism
as winter approaches
and you know soon
you're gonna be walking amongst streets
of frozen corpses
because there is nowhere left for them to go
and the soldiers join forces with some other country who feeds you
lies through the television
and then your own backyard says were going in to peace keep and the truth
surfaces that yes it is an all out war and we've been lieing all along
5000 homeless
a protest?
a government abnormality of one city?
terrorism of chemical warfare
and we're told some government across the ocean
can't handle their own nightmare of terror and assassins
so we have to go in to attack them
even though 9-11 under rug swept from years ago through our books of lies
was an event they catapulted unto somebody else!!!
5000 homeless
are we under attack?
Is that why no ones worried about the seial killings
of hookers turning up in fields anymore that farmers keep reporting?
Is taht why every neighborhood is swarmed with druglords and junkies?
and the prison that houses 300 has more than 700 people in it?
and all i see in my head are frozen corpses
and now i'm wondering
do the professionals im amongst
helping me through this rough patch
are they on medication too?
did we point the finger in the wrong way?
Is it US or them
and what does that have to do with the price of tea in china ask the British?
but what does my underground know of saints
divine intervention and methods to madness?
Poetry as well as writing are both gifts and labors of love.
Jesus Christ has freely bestowed upon me his gifts of
Writing and poetry. I am primarily an inspirational/
Christian poetic writer. It is plain to see poetic/
Creative writing are my passions. And one of my major
Reasons for existing on planet earth.
Using poetry/writing as part of a time capsule. In order
For any future unborn generations. May discover and
Perceive their very own literary legacy. By desiring to
Make an impact and a difference in the literary circles.
Shaping and molding younger writers, and my peers
To uncover their own goals, hopes, dreams and planes.
Writing for the both the enrichment and amusement.
Are working together. Simultaneously in prefect harmony
And Creativity. Working together hands in. "Hands across
The water and hands across the sky,"The Beatles.
Often used exclusively for spreading the good news.
And informative news of the life Saving gospel.
Courtesy of my beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ is my bright and shining candlestick. He
Is my brightly shining candle light. Illuminating the
Darkness in a sin stained world!
Turning on the Lamp of his lighthouse! Guiding ships
Into their Harbor of perfect security and safety. Entering
Their Home port of operation. And welcoming their
Loved ones safely back home once more again!
He is the Sanctuary of my life. He is my BFF, my very best
Friend. In the entire world I exist in! He is my guiding
Candlelight by morning, noon and night. When things
In my life go upside down. Jesus Christ sets things
Upside right!
He has bestowed his free gift upon other Christian
Poets and writer. Who know about writing and the
Gospel of Jesus Christ. Than will be revealed to me
In my entire earthly life.
Who far surpass me in Their very own ability and
Creativity. I do not compare myself To anybody else.
For I can Never measure to their professional quality
Standards!
But Christians, everywhere through out, the world.
Are spreading the good news of the gospel of
Jesus Christ! "Turn on the light house. Turn on
The lighthouse." Leaving it on morning, noon,
And night. Who love their beloved Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 12, 2020
after all the idiots who followed Camping
found themselves up ****’s crick
after May of 2011 &
after all the morons hoping & “praying”
that they would get a “get out of life free” card
with the ending of the Mayan calendar
just a little more than a week ago,
discussion has already begun to loom,
spewing forth like the foulest vomit
(outdoing even lil’ Linda Blair’s projectile in
“The Exorcist”)
from the mouths of these
apocalyptophobiacs,
who cannot go to sleep at night,
unless they are counting repeating images of
Nostradamus,
hopping over the farmyard fence
with the rest of the
sheep.
yes fans,
the batshit****ingnuts of the world
have begun to spin their minds like a top,
panicking about “solar flares in 2013,”
“robots taking over the world in 2030,”
“Prof. Cunningham’s time capsule
predicting biological weapons eliminating
us all in 2016” & of course, our favorite
fictional character with his flowing blond hair,
blue eyes & ability to walk on water,
he’s supposed to be returning sometime to
“fight satan,” um, just as he has been
supposed to for, um,
quite some time…
but those avid readers of Jeane Dixon
will be waiting for 2020,
when “satan” & “jesus” fight for the big
heavyweight title…um,
but supposedly he has a window of 17 years
to arrive in the ring,
so, this writer certainly hopes that “satan”
brings a book or an ipod or some jax or
something, cause’ ****,
he’s got a while.
and then there’s the jewish end-seekers who
abide by the talmud’s 6000 year lifespan of the world…
and then there’s the numerology numbskulls
who are counting up how many times “allah” shows up
in the qur’an &
on &
on &
on &
on,
until these people are
scratching out their eyes
because they can’t stop twitching in fear
of
something happening at
some time, some place in the
future,
when they are
ALL DEAD---
DEAD
DEAD
DEAD---
just like the rest of us,
so,
this is an ode,
a salute to those who
are sick to ****ing death of
these people who will not embrace the
fact that their lives will not end in any grandiose,
metaphysically charged,
special, or unique kind of way---
hoorah.
American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
It's about time:
Time out of mind, time capsule, time travel, time frame,
Time zone, time to get cracking, time will tell,
Time to spare, time out, time off, time apart,
Timetable, timeclock, timeline,
Time for bed, time on my hands, time has not been kind,
Time flies, time stood still, time marches on,
Time to go, time step, time to kill, time is up,
Time is of the essence, time is on my side,
Time to sow, time to reap, time bomb,
Time limit, time after time, time to grieve,
Time is my friend, time is against me,
Time waits for no one, time ran out,
Time to put up or shut up, this time, next time,
Once upon a time, once in a lifetime, the test of time,
The time of your life, the sands of time,
One more time, storytime, quitting time,
One time too many, payback time, on borrowed time,
The time has come, these are the times that try men's souls,
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country,
No time to lose, no time like the present, in no time,
In the nick of time, out of time, 'til the end of time,
Losing track of time, as time goes by, from time to time,
Now is not a good time, all in good time, for a good time call,
Let the good times roll, remember the time, take the time,
The arc of time, the best of times the worst of times,
Telling time, when I find the time, more time than money,
Lunchtime, launch time, high times, behind the times,
If I could put time in a bottle, in the meantime,
That time of the month, for the last time, in due time,
Daylight Savings Time, halftime, break time,
ETA, closing time, Central Standard Time,
Record time, spare time, timepiece, peacetime,
All the time in the world, most of the time, sometimes,
A time for everything, waiting time, doing time,
Greenwich Mean Time.
Time makes slaves of us all.
Time takes its victims without remorse or hesitation.
Time heals all wounds.
Nothing can hurt us the way time does.
It's show time!
Author's note: If any of you dear readers can think of other "timely" quips, I'll be happy to add them to my list.
Our two youngest grandchildren visited yesterday…Aden is 18 and Ava turns 16 in September…we opened a time capsule made 12 years ago and took time to remember.
I sat there for a moment thinking about time and how fast her river flows…as we tried to remember what we were doing a decade plus two years ago.
And I thought about my dad and words I often heard spoken from his tongue…
words I swore growing up I’d never say…four words…when I was young.
Making these kind of promises, I imagine, is something we all do when we’re young, innocent and carefree, until, one day, perhaps with our children or grandchildren we listen to ourself and think…Oh no! It’s happened to me.
We try not to show how much our pride and our ego have been bruised…as we find ourself using words and phrases our father…and grandfather…used.
When I was young, we tell our children, people were kinder…the world was not as hard…neighbors gathered and had fun together…there wasn’t a fence in every backyard.
When I was young we drove old cars…we didn’t have all these outrageous prices…
When I was young we played outside…we had no hand-held devices.
When I was young we respected our elders…and our hair was neatly combed…
When I was young if we got in trouble in school…we got in trouble at home.
Could it be as we climb the ladder of life…with changes at ever rung…
we’re just trying to hold on to a piece of our past…to a time when we were young?
Could it be we want our children and grandchildren to know they are lucky…they are blessed…for all the world has set before them…for all that they possess?
Perhaps as I’m echoing words my grandfather and father once, long ago, said to me…I’m continuing a custom…a tradition…handed down from family to family.
That’s probably why I sat there smiling…
thinking how far back life’s pendulum has swung…
listening as my grandchildren remembered…
and wondering if they’ll use the same words my father used
to tell their children…about a time…when they were young.
Put a finger down drug addict edition.
Put a finger down, if you are to scared to look in the mirror, afraid your reflection will end your delusions, mirrors show only what they see, if e sure for look, may you know if how you look and how you feel na the same thing.
Put a finger down, if you feel empty inside, like your mind is stuck in limbo, you cannot decide death or life, and all you can hear is your demon's cry, its hell inside and heaven outside, your euphoria, rue and Justin combined.
Put a finger down, if you have pushed everyone away because they begged you to stop, you didn't, now they've stopped, and you cant stop, so please stop and think of what you've lost.
Put a finger down, if you never thought you would live like this as a kid, if ten year old you wished for something different, made a time capsule, for you to read, but here you are swallowing every capsule you see.
Put a finger down, if you've lost everything, your family, your mind, your life, your high, you don't fly like you used to anymore, and that's fine, its doesn't mean you need more, the happy pills don't work anymore so you switch to heroine, but the only hero is the one who saves you from an OD .
Put a finger down if you're tired of everything, there not much to say about that you know how you feel.
Put a finger down if you feel dependent, like your life depends on it and if you stop your heart will stop to beat, recovery ain't but it is what it is.
Put a finger down if you feel alone, no one to hold your hand as you take your first steps and your first jump, when you kicked yourself out of tat hole, we heard you cry and we held you tight and we will guide you still you are ready to face life.
Put a finger down if you now feel safe, saved from a life filled with self hate, and pass this to your former cellmates, so they can be free.
Stop pretending
That everything's alright
Like nothing happened
Liek it didn't occur.
Stop pretending
That you can't see the damage
Caused by your ignorance
While you slept your life away.
Stop pretending
That everything's stable
In actuality its begun to crumble
Chopping down our family tree
As it turns to splinters.
Stop pretending
That you can't learn
By saying you can't
How will you ever know
If you can't even try.
Stop pretending
That you did nothing wrong
Then why did you marry?
Why did you have kids?
Why don't you love her?
Stop pretending
That your fine
You have a problem
In your mind.
Memories fading
Repeating questions
Losing knowledge
In an eternal loop
Trapped in a time capsule.
Stop pretending
That your not hurting
Cause you lack the empathy
To not know how were feeling
Your a souless robot
That lacks a soul.
Stop with the lies
Stop with the demands
Stop with the mind games
Stop your selfish philosophical
Way of living!
Stop pretending
That it'll work out
When you can't figure out
Why you made our lives
Into a living hell.
No more excuses
No more lies
No more demands
No more selfishness
No more ego
Its time you grew up!
Take responsibility
Step up to the plate
Put your manhood on the line
Stop kissing people's ass.
Strive to do better
Strive to be less egotistic
Strive not to be selfish
Strive to be less slothy.
For the love of your family
For the love of your daughter
For the love of god
For the love of life.
If you can't learn
To change your ways
To make yourself better
To become a better man
A better husband
A better father.
If you can't learn
To appreciate women
To apply yourself
To be a better person
Then you'll never grow up
You'll never be a great man.
No more pretending anymore
Its time to stop your lies
Take a step back
To take in the damage
Then saying everything's alright
No more pretending, father.
Magical, mysterious, completely incomprehensible!
Is there anything more divine than a seed,
Any seed, large or small, any size at all?
Infused within its compact evolving time capsule
Is written all the instructions for the development
Of every form of life: human, animal, plant.
Every line of DNA delineates the perfect sequential
Unfoldment of beauty, symmetry, form and style.
The physical matrix is generated to match the
Spiritual etherical pattern from which it springs.
Within each of us lies the seeds of greatness
Planted there by an Unseen Hand of Grace,
Meticulously designed to bring forth uniqueness
Offering to the world the Creator’s Thought, perfect and artful.
Yet, taken for granted, we are dull to the magnificence
Of the built-in resources which lie inside each of us,
Oblivious to the power of our Divine connection with our Source.
But, at the perfect designated timing, at the ripened season,
We spring forth to shower our beauty onto the world,
Blessing humankind, acknowledging and praising the Divine.
Never again doubt your greatness. Your perfection is assured.
It is structured in your DNA. Your spirit holds the Divine pattern,
And every resource necessary for its unfoldment.
You are the seed of the next generation, of the next millennium,
Of the next universe unfolding over time and experience.
Turn your mind away from smallness. Your darkness is a lie,
meant to trap you inside a seething hell of illusion.
Reach into your Holy self, shining God outward
Upon the world and humankind.
You have seeds of greatness within you
to change, expand, evolve, improve
Everything you can imagine, touch and see.
Live with intention born of your personal Divine spark of life,
Creating your personal heaven right where you stand.
Guided by Divine inspiration, your life can be all God meant it to be.
Copyright Chula Fleming © August 31, 2024
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’