Long Unquestioning Poems
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a revelation of
truth
the miracle
in verbal inspiration
a burning
fire
of true love
in full affection
of mercy
everlasting
a unique way
of salvation
a personal
presence
face-to-face
with a covenant
sealed with
stipulation&
decree
for a life
to hold&live
in response
to hear&learn
follow&walk
a permanent deposit
of truth
in obligation
a pattern of work
a work of deliverance
by
Yahweh
uniquely
a multiple unity
of glorious
oneness
an angel
a word
a host
in complex unity
His call to obey
with
energy&enthusiasm
of hands &eyes&feet
all
in public testimony
a promised land
to possess
the gift of God
to keep in mind
the awareness&
devotion
exclusive loyal
&distinctive
of
simple unquestioning
trust
for love is true love
an
expression of emotion
of
those made right
with Him
a separate people
faithful
set in His affection
an unchanging
steadfast
commitment
free
from the paralysis of fear
led
with signs
to the truth
&wonders
that stimulates faith
a will
to possess
concentrated upon Him
recalling
trials&prosperity
that brings snares
&the way
through the wilderness
in
our heart
set to obey
the purposes of God
a God
all of grace
Captains Log Star date 8391.1,
I now face a terrible dilemma. After the bloodiest of battles with a crew from
another dimension, a crew of doppelgangers, in essence a crew of ourselves, we
have finally gained the upper hand, and this other Enterprise, Enterprise of
ourselves, Enterprise of unquestioning faith, is tumbling, helplessly through the
coldness of space. And I, I remain unsure of my next move. Do I destroy this other
Enterprise before it makes me believe in the ideas I hear repeated the most? If I
destroy it, what will the consequences be for me and my crew?
(Status Mr. Chekov?)
Captain, her shields are down
With no anti-matter inducer interface
Basically she's a wounded wessel
Just hurling through space
(Spock)
But her coils are recharging
As is that of her design
You have only a brief window
Before her mains are back on line
Mr. Sulu, arm photon torpedoes
And stay ready with your hand
Lock phasers on target
And then await my next command
(locking phasers)
(Uhura)
Captain, the other Enterprise is hailing
Wishing to express their desire
This faith-based you wants to discuss
The terms of a mutual cease fire
(ON SCREEN)
(the faith-based me}
What's the meaning of this attack?
You have taken this too far
And don't you dare forget
I know how blood thirsty you are
(the questioning me)
You represent the old me
The empty parrot of my faith
But so often you gave me comfort
During the loneliest of days
(the faith-based me)
Then we have an understanding
You can see that you need me
I just want.............. to live.....
To love and ........to breath......
Form:
Guys, blind acceptance is known as blind belief, That can lead to negative consequences in life, Unquestioning acceptance always ends in grief, And it is just like your head below a hanging knife.
If a crow caws,a guest will come to the house, The crying of crow is its natural communication pattern, If a cat crosses your path,it will change in life in the house, No evidence that cause a change in life like a lantern.
If a lizard clicking in home, auspicious event will begin, . We can't predict anything without any authentic source, If a dog howls at night,a misfortune will be occurring, For seeking attention, the dog may cry of course.
We have to analyze anything by critical reasoning, Believing fake news put you in trouble and make you to cry,
The unexamined life is not always worth living, Ask yourself the questions like how, what and why.
have you lost your mind
not that I'm aware of
just another flat penny train wreck
let's survey the blaspheming survivors
an army of gossiping lawn trolls
have been detected in your garden
do you
a. get out of bed
b. run screaming into the night
c. splash a little more gin
into the horn of screeching hell
that feathered chaos aviary
thronged with hollow boned creatures
squawking their disapproval
memory stolen with our sense of origin
histories plowed into an infertile soil
the old ways must perish from life
digitized of course as a memento
another nest of rubber yardsticks
for the lofty lords of unknowing
nothing to be salvaged from that oblivion
unquestioning at all costs a failure
not of nerve but of curiosity
when meaning slides sideways
and includes far more than intent
and you wonder who is in charge of mystery
words pierce the darkness up to a point
and that's when the thievery starts
and the leg irons bite into flesh
their jackal locksmith dangle the key
hi I'm an anthropologist
and if you don't mind too terribly
I'd like to pry deeper into your case
with a few harmless questions
all that meaning has got to go somewhere
how is it possible to be smart and stupid
at the same time and not know it
meanwhile our vulgarities flourish
clumsily navigating the unspoken reality
noble as a Mafia paycheck
in the cloaked world of two worlds
the hidden system of engineered ignorance
the Planned Insanity Dept.
calling for another lynch mob party
toad licking swamp thing
biggest bang for the bling
its statue missing arms and head
a winged tragic marker for all to see
the fog machine has spoken
When the mighty wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your household boast of a bountiful harvest?
Plentiful enough into your very own hut
Today a new man taken over your spirit
Trampling the power of the man of God’s thought
Tick-tack, tomorrow comes a heavy retrench
Alas, you go empty belled and no food inside your pot.
What happened to the brain given to think?
A great mind vested with power of will
But you decided to be a fool of cheeky trill
Unquestioning every questionable act of willful flick!
For a pot of porridge, thy brain halts and opts to slack
Lying low and below under a fake man’s will
Thy eyes wind open even without a wink
Yet not open enough to see the heart full of deceitful trick.
Millions of lion’s heart given to a goat to paint its will?
Weep! Cos you have sold your mind
Yet, to a set of thoughtless thinkers
Into the very hands of the man of endless gimmick
Shame! Politics have hauled the brainy brain,
And still not enough a hurt
Painting a lively skull so brainless
Thus! You are so full of total emptiness.
Relentlessly you have stopped to think
What happens when the might wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your shore filled with fish so countless
Deceitful and cunny like serpent of sambissa forest
Here with you forever in thick
Soon they build a heavy fortress
So I beseech you to stop! Make a rethink
Then you can see the black mind of the man so mindless,
Yet promising to bring your black diamond home
U: “March out, arm in arm, Americans all.”
Q: (Keep freedom’s fires stoked and burning.)
U: “Unfurl Old Glory while we heed the call.”
Q: (Tell the truth to all the young ones yearning.)
U: “Take back your land from this lunatic fringe.”
Q: (With all the corners that we’ve been turning.)
U: “Their true agenda makes a good man cringe.”
Q: (Point out the fact that we’re still learning.)
U: “Shout it long and loud, we’re number one.”
Q: (So beware of all the blowhards braying.)
U: “There isn’t anything that we haven’t done?”
Q: (Scoundrel’s colors, too bold displaying.)
U: “Whatever’s wrong, we’ll make it right.”
Q: (They’ve torn the flag, the flag is fraying.)
U: “For our future’s looking awfully bright”
Q: (Can we comprehend the price we’re paying?)
U: “We’re so lucky to be living here.”
Q: (Stop all the pigs of privilege squealing.)
U: “We all love this land, so give out a cheer.”
Q: (Expose the truth that they’re concealing.)
U: “And those who don’t, they can leave today.”
Q: (That keeps the selfish interests stealing.)
U: “Well, they have nothing ever good to say!”
Q: (Then begin the long hard task of healing.)
U: “Cast out the cowards who lead us astray!”
Q: (True liberty is a field worth growing.)
U: “We know the best is yet to come. Hooray!”
Q: (Seeds of sacrifice are still worth sowing.)
U: “Lift up those glasses, now here’s a toast!”
Q: (Yes, question every course we’re going.)
U: “We’re the country that we love the most!”
Q: (Or a crisper wind will soon be blowing.)
The spent sun sank on the transit,
took away the colors of the chameleon sky.
The masked face of clever craft on display
enticed me to walk entranced
on the dark garden pathway.
The creepy night sipped the fluid dreams,
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil.
The devious intent prowled to devour sanity
as the facade dissolved in the dark hour.
The desolate domain of fright feral
encased within the gloomy ground
under the dismal sky haunted me
as the sinister sly creature of sin,
ingesting the essence prime,
consumed my soul.
The tortuous path up the arduous mountain
of the tormented life I’d acquired,
I then scaled at the beckon of destiny,
as the solemn summit awaited me.
I followed the crumbling trail of agony
through the surging storm of strife.
I crossed with unstinted devotion
the designed gateway God installed for me,
I placed steadfast trust on His benevolence
and on His prescribed gift of liberation,
faith showed me the righteous path
in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The raging ocean of turbulent life
heaved untamed waves in grueling tempest,
I sailed unquestioning at His call
and found the final ecstatic anchorage.
I got guided by His omnipresent beacon
with unwavering dedication.
In the dark alley of mortal suffering,
filled with the mist of profound despair,
I lighted the candle of hope,
retrieved the anguished soul from the abyss,
illumined by God’s generous grace,
got suffused with the radiance of divine bliss.
God’s is the realm beyond man’s understanding.
Underway is rapid and rabid deforestation of God’s domain.
As science expands, so does the chasm
between God and men.
Men think.
Thinking gives men science.
Men love science.
Men love themselves.
So they push God back.
They love God less.
They need God less.
They think.
By countless prayers
God would provide bountiful harvests
or terrible famines.
Science provides pesticides, fertilizers
and genetically amplified crops.
So the chasm expands.
By unquestioning trust
God would heal the sick and lame
or forgive the sinner.
Science provides vaccines and medicines,
it explains that genetics determine behavior - there is no sin.
So the chasm expands.
By candlelight,
monks and scholars would study scripture and
draw nearer to God.
Science provides electricity and the internet
where religion is a mocked antiquity.
So the chasm expands.
The width of the chasm is the reach of the Hubble
--and still--
God dwells beyond the realm of man’s understanding
across the chasm of man’s pride,
in the realm of faith.
Waiting eagerly and sorrowful in the silence
for a prayer,
for some trust,
for some lost soul
to find Him.
For when science fails a man,
he looks across the chasm for God
and a perfect love bridges the gap,
provides bounty,
heals wounds,
forgives sins, and
grants light still.
Despite what
men think.
06/12/15
*this was more like a stream of consciousness/free-write than a poem.
They stood in the bright Andalucian sunlight
The noble sunflowers with stance upright
Massed yellow ranks portray solidarity
Faces and heights display uniformity
Unquestioning loyalty to the hot sun
First the seeds are sown and their hearts are won
Swaying in the breeze their gaze never falters
As their master’s arc continually alters
Brown, yellow or purple faces can be
And a bright yellow halo surrounds all three
Broad coarse-toothed leaves on spiral stems lie
These giant plants stand fifteen feet high
Beneath their beauty lies valuable treasure
Leaves, seeds and oil to be used at our pleasure
Dried seeds are eaten or ground to make bread
Oilcake to stock and poultry are fed
As blazing sun sets on hot, summer days
Sunflowers bow their heads through lack of sun rays
But with summer over they wither and die
Ready for use as food supply
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Published in Ensalada Mixta: Observations and Inspirations
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"Little can compare with the dazzling yellow of fields of sunflowers in the Spanish sunshine. However, it is a short-lived spectacle and soon decay takes hold. It is a story about nature’s way. It is also a story which can happen to the people of a country – hope, oppression and destruction. The difference is that there is no choice in nature but there is a choice for people."
2nd place in Have You Published. Sponsored by Line Gauthier November 2020
So many ways to say it...
tossing off without a thought,
"a man's his own worst enemy"
all unquestioning
and any one of us
a victim of perception,
laughing at out careless ghosts
a little while
and sponging tears at night.
The patriarch is back to haunt,
and never knew his power
to turn away.
Never, ever knew.
The victim, hanging to a precipice
with twisted hands,
twisted body slipping
from a lifetime legacy
of twisted worth.
Contract in hand...the self is built,
foundation made of pain
and walls of insecurity take form,
designed from plans obscured
by heavy smudges...
product of the soiled fingers of neglect.
Now, the rooftop!
There the view of hopelessness
creates its crowning touch,.
for here is love outdistancing
the child's pursuit.
The sirens call, (the child will play)
and life is ruled by consequence.
Fabricated tyranny? Oh, yes.
The experts pass a finished product on.
Now chimeras and dragons deal the cards.
The feckless captain of a sinking ship
looks back at his mirage, and shrugs.
His refuge now, escape or death,
and better men will laugh.
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Someone recently spoke of "the fabricated tyranny of that which never existed." The
implication was that many of us are led by our fears, and give in to them. I
wanted to ask the question, "Why?" and decided to search for the answer within my
own experience. The most expedient way for me to do that, was through poetry. This
was the result.