Long Unction Poems
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They cheered the great Fauci
and knelt before his unction -
praised and defended the man
who funded Gain of Function
They bowed to the great Fauci
and anointed him so pious -
crowned him and put in charge
of his own SARS coronavirus
They listen to the great Fauci
and urge us to get the jab -
parrot his words that the virus
didn't come from Wuhan Lab
They applaud the great Fauci
for a social distancing rule -
and wearing like herded sheep
silly masks only fit for a fool
They turn to the great Fauci
to push vaccines and sneer -
and say it will stop the spread
but instead they spread fear
They worship the great Fauci
when your rights they rob -
for threatening your livelihood
and for threatening your job
They lionised the great Fauci
for to not do so was a sin -
yet pushed fake efficacy drugs
and demonised Ivermectin
They idolised the great Fauci
for locking us in our home -
and isolating your healthy kids
when sick and old are prone
They heroise the great Fauci
for Big Pharma compliance -
with his fawning media stooges
telling us to trust the science.
They protect the great Fauci
from our pry and our scold -
for lies under oath to Congress
and the secrets he does hold.
They cheered the killer Fauci
and knelt before his unction -
praised and defended the man
who funded Gain of Function!
Written: 7 April 2024
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
My vacuum cleaner likes cookies
Sometimes it makes sounds like Wookies
It eats crayons too
And a lace from a tennis shoe
It hums along with this suction song
Eating up all in its path
It does a good job cleaning
But it can't do math
It caresses carpets and rugs
It invites in bugs
Cobwebs and corners
There's no hiding from this hoarder
There is nothing too tough
And my vacuum stays buff
By sucking at what it does for a living
So if you get the unction
And you see me just standing around
Plug me into the circuit
If you know how to work it
There are goldfish lying on the floor
Snippets and paper punches galore
Glitter strewn and clumps of play dough
And a foreign object....God only knows
So here's to my vacuum
And all you consume
Going from door to door
And room to room
We glide across the floor like Rogers and Astaire
We brush everybody's hair
And after you have done your best
I will put you away for another night’s rest
I’m a weapon of mass destruction
the kind that doesn't appeal to societies seductions
I am all about kingdom construction
The word of God is my daily instructions
I get an unction, how to function
Steering clear of those with no compunction
Everyone is focused on a getting a date
Instead of walking towards eternal gates
Sextually transmitted demons
don't come from a mans seamen
All those soul ties
Cut you down to size
Robbing you of the gifts inside
As you drift away, just like the tide
Many are Spiritually amputated
Claiming god is overrated
Many are Becoming Politically stimulated
While division causes opinions to be hated
Drinking from wells of perversion
All this chaos is a diversion
Intoxicated by greed
Overindulgence is what they feed.
In God we trust
Who's your god?
And what do you trust?
Dancing in the dark
Feasting on your lust
worshiping the third eye
Leading your soul to die
How can you walk when you're bound
He made a way for you to be found
How can you be free
When you can't see
How can you dance
When you've never given God a chance.
Rants and raves
Many are hiding in their caves
Minds are turning into tormented slaves
Poisons on our streets
Destruction has a beat
Poisons on our streets
destruction has a beat!
Get your fetty it's quite cheap,
Just a drop will knock you right off your feet.
Superman, A saving grace
With a wink, and nod and a smile on his face
They claim he will bring peace
If you surrender to the beast
They claim there will be love
If you reject the one above
The storm is coming
The storm is here!
Injecting you with all their fear
They want you to pay no mind
To all these warning signs
They want you to pay no mind
So you'll be left behind!
By: Sabina Nicole
They created a scamdemic
what a filthy nasty lie
Then they lined 'em up to get the jab
or else you're gonna die
Side affects are bodily
but there is another scam
Shortages of dunny paper
create a traffic jam
One would have thought that food
would be the major focus
But no the human race
has lost all form of locus
So me I'm running where
the vegetation's lush
Not so hard to find some green
when I'm caught short in the bush
But where the growth of trees and plants
are often rather sparse
Hard to find material
on which to wipe my ass
I stand in awe whilst I do watch
the rush for toilet paper
Don't they realise it's all part of a
dirty criminal caper
There are places I have utilised
to aid my body function
No doubt I would have spread some seed
I do it without unction
Garden shrubs on city streets
provide a hiding spot
Luckily I've not been caught
they'd think it;s ME!!!! who's lost the plot
Sometimes I've utilised a culvert
number one or two
You've gotta take whatever's
when you're busting for a poo
And when there's need to clean one's self
whilst running in the scrub
Smooth stones or straight sticks I've often used
why don't you join the club
Footnote: A stern warning from an old bushie
who has spent years around a camp fire with a billy of tea
NEVER STIR YOUR TEA WITH A STRAIGHT STICK1111
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
All she wanted was his time
Focused attention, if you please
But he took what was his
Til she was on her knees
...begging
He was in awe of her beauty
She utilized his wealth
He gave her all she desired
But he could not pay for her health
...she dragged him under
They saw her light, shining
Far brighter than ever seen
They gave her basic needs
While they gathered at her spleen
...under her radar
Millions lie before him
Hunger for a word of hope
In the midst of their debilitating despair
He throws out a frayed rope
...luring the eye down
Violence is such an ugly word
A reality for those who try to love
Killing, Stealing, and Destroying
The connection for those rising above
...the urchens
Utilizing others for personal gain
May seem like an acceptable function
But for Children of LIGHT
Pure flow under the UNCTION
....of Mama God
....................delivers the afflicted
......................................heals those under contract
.......................................................restores the soul to the SPIRIT
...............................................With no thought............for.................self.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/08/2021
Note: Love does not demand its own way (1 Corinthians 13:5)
We are born remembering
DNA's sacred syntax,
cryptic receipts with multigenerational redemption value,
to redeem integrity through this incarnation's
fully functional root and crown potential
For ecological
politically co-intelligent
co-operative economic practice
with polyculturally unconditional intent
Mutual subsidiarity of peace
compassioning just rightness
declared only through solidarity
in co-prehensive
leftbrain consciousness.
Who are these would be CoRedemptive Mentors
stalking my multi-regenerational mirror?
Tempted by good and evil
I reconnect MotherEarth's suffering
to monotheistic FatherSun's not listening,
steadfastly ambivalent feelings
ambidextrously languaged
Riding Time's enculturing edge
flying forward for hope of better
stronger
surer lasting light,
fleeting backward darkening doubtful powers
to change what I cannot compassionately tolerate
to fulfill EarthJustice commitments together
as we might
were Anthros not a lone Redeemer
anti-hero monoculture
Prophets without sufficient Time
for holy spirit's embryonic forms
flowing full-natured unction.
This present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's enslaving RoyalAnthro tomb
severing analogical revolutions
apart
rather than preserving integrity's resolutions
together.
Double-bound
stigmatic
messiah wounds
Breathing in Earth's first breath
while dying out Ego's already last,
stifling my victorious solo shout
"not yet...not yet" out
My mythic time
portends mystery's co-redeeming climax
without embracing Beloved EarthTribe's
sacred sensory resonance.
Redeemer musing Heart
mediating fragile warring Mind
against unwisely breaking Body,
our Trinitarian Teleology
As messianic restitution
perpetually rides
Earth's suffering surf
of almost pregnant paradise.
Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened bosom; each, fertile fold cresting
Slender, undulating hips; each, sensuous move portended
Gilded ring with her noble birth appended
Silver monogrammed bracelet; familial license her style to sanction
Ornamental brooch, sentimental heirloom; fealty commended
Bridled love flowing freely with matrilineal unction
Mother's vicarious virtue strained into the vial of innocence
Blighting charm causing each froward step to be made with reticence
What a wonder of a bird?
When of it my ears heard
My eyes could not hide their admiration.
You are the Phoenix
That lived the years of unlimited matrix
For dying is your resurrection.
You are the Bennu
That's what Egypt calls you
For awe is your firing unction.
You are the Hou-ou
The Japanese result of your thought through
Magnificent is the gaze of your attention.
You are the Feug- Hang
Your christened Chinese lang
The miracles of your dying section.
You are the Garuda
The Indiana sight of your wonder
Great is the cycle of your procession.
The insignia of a Rebirth
The emblem of change on our path.
Death is not the end
A bright beginning lend
The theme of the sun
A gift of a father to a son.
More than a myth
Or a speak of a legend
It is the defeat of death...
A might for anyone to ascend.
14/06/2013