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Line of Enquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated” Unseeking Seeker
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Where emptiness dwells, sacred space unfolds,
To make room for fullness in purest guise;
Melting ego and untruths left untold
Yield to real truths laid bare to the eyes.
No need to hurry, no wild race to win,
With self-esteem denied, one respires free,
Profound peace sets in and true joys begin,
Our heart drenched in bliss, rests thrilled like a bee.
The inner stillness secured, can make room
For true knowledge, beyond all worldly gains,
As emptiest cups can hold purest bloom,
Washing the self, free from all worldly stains.
The vast emptiness, where our being lies,
Lets the hallowed calm in that space to fly.
Not I, not me, uh uh, not true,
I own no Sharpies in black nor blue,
I’m sure I’m right, the chart was clear,
Dorian’s path to Alabama’s near.
The media cries I made it up,
I drew the lines right on the map;
How dare they say such lies so mean,
My words are gold, my conscience clean.
These folks do whine, they rant and rave,
To score some points they sorely crave,
Yet all they do time and again,
So well reminds of a cackling hen.
If there’s an expert that’s so me,
No-one quite sees the things I see,
Wind direction that’s my hat,
Great golfers know precisely that.
And if the storm went up the coast,
That too should earn me one loud toast,
I channeled prayers from all around,
To have it miss that Rebel ground.
The South’s my turf, I like those folks,
A land of dreamers full of hopes,
I have their vote, undying love,
Hence why I gave this thing a shove.
Towards New York, that den of thieves,
Spreading untruths like falling leaves,
Let them delight in Natures wrath,
Rewarding me with one great laugh.
When a person promotes abortion
telling nothing but lies surely that in itself is a direct product of hate speech
The cloak and dagger of pity
reality has many masks behind a veil of masked deception
hiding dark secrets, those afraid to be revealed transparency
attacking honesty as having little value or purity
When this awakening happens some poor souls are lost
beyond saving trapped by the deceiver preaching untruths and misery
Incapable of loving forgiveness
instead they become a troublesome bully
guilty condemning everything right
in favour of what is wrong with society today
The great depression has consumed many hearts unlawfully
with warlike views it is here we see criminals attacking
the virtues of life and death the very cornerstone of faith
There is no middle ground to be examined in this subject at hand
your either one way or the other, according to the Word of God
I am a sinner forgive me my shortfalls
because in the end we all wish to go to the promised land
some things need to be said because the weeds of fascism is growing, smothering the innocent from speaking forthwith
the state has formed a new church teaching children to be poor within spirit
Better read history of WW ll!
Racism, plus fear of a bug were
quite effective then, too.
Malaria was created, and placed
in mosquitos.
Hoping to wipe out populations in toto.
Heinrich Himmler used Catholic priests?
On which mosquitoes did so happily feast.
Who, then, brought COVID to many nations?
I think you know the answer.
A nation of beasts!
Like the Nazis, they used a biblical
method. (Plague of Locusts)
To have you live in fear,with your
happiness out of focus.
It has cost nations, much loss,hysteria,
And lockdowns are a sensation.
Politicins holding the key to grotesque relationships.
Turning us into a social distancing nation.
Having fearful people walk this earth, wearing
Petri dishes, called masks?
Inhaling their own bugs,till their very till their
very last, precious, breath!
A grievous, lied about infamous task.
Dare you not live in fear, to elected wimps.
Nor their laughing co- leading wimp-o-lets!
Filling your coffee mug daily
Telling you untruths!
Saying, "this is as good as it gets."
7/1/2021
6:30am
Edited
No soupmail, please. Mine is
dysfunctional. Pangie
A Satire on Commercials
I Don’t Need It
But Gimme Two
Written: by Miracle Man
8/2/2017
Commercials are filled with lots of untruths and ploys,
Using scantily dressed women oozing charm and poise;
Each with the thought of enticing me to spend money,
Using smoke and mirrors and often insultingly funny;
Commercials are tailored to my individual spending habits,
And each time I Inquire, my emails multiply like rabbits.
Sometimes the pitch man is one, handsome or famous,
Buying on name recognition would make me an ignoramus.
But behind each infomercial lies a free marketer’s creed,
To convince me to purchase what I don’t really need.
So, we stand upon the brink
Of our Society as we watch it sink
Under the weight of the political mire and it’s representatives so dire
Our England is at stake
Our England is what they’ve made
A junk yard of promised truths
A cesspit of lies and untruths
Do we watch it sink into the the world
Watch it fail with no strength at all.
Or do we stand and raise our hands
Do we say these are ours,
these lands.
Do we have a slither of the muscled strength that our ancestors showed with no pretence.
They fought and died for you and me
They fought and died for this country
What are we?
What are we?
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
Armageddon
is she here?
Some days I wonder
Are we being swallowed up by ignorance?
rolled down the hill and through the mud by untruths?
sometimes I think this is already happening
Greed seems to be not only acceptable, but preferred
bullies steamroll over our ideals, laughing at our helplessness
I marvel that people are not screaming from the bowels of the trenches
But we are not doing a thing
Standing by, waiting for the next torrential downpour of idiocy
When I was younger, I might have been marching
But today I sit safely inside, because I do not run fast
and I am terrified of what hell might be poured upon us next
I can imagine me being dragged out of my house
as my loving dogs lick my tormentor's fingers
Faith In Self
Strong faith in self, a priceless attribute
for great success in finding jobs that pay;
yet, some 'untruths' can fortify the route
to opportunities that come one's way.
So long ago, my father had to choose
to tell a falsehood 'bout his expertise
and took a long-shot gamble, win or lose,
this job for him was possible to seize.
At seventeen, he worked the farm. Inspired,
he sought a side job building a bridge span.
Said yes to know-how driving trucks, was hired;
self-taught himself, and aptitude began.
Just like a pro, he mastered his new task,
and won the gamble saying 'yes' when asked.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: There Is A Brighter Side
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/28/2018
True story; 1930, my dad was 17.
Culture is not what was written
ten thousand years ago,
nor is it a godly dictate from
the 7th Century AD,
It is not what Buddha spoke
from under the Bodhi tree,
nor the harsh enforcements
of religious tribes.
Culture is all of us as it is today,
and as it might be tomorrow
and there after,
the live force of humanity
that flows like an ever ebbing river,
powered by the thoughts of
the present, that gathers strength and roars
and cuts its way through new terrains
of ever changing reality.
It dismantles the dead skeletons
of the past, dismembers meaningless
untruths, that were created for greed
and self gains.It lays open the absolute
reality of what should be!
Feel the presence of God in the present,
in this new reality that is,
with every breath through the nostrils,
with passions of your heart,
untainted by lies passed on through bigotry,
untarnished by bellowing of self proclaimed messiahs,
Culture is you, me and all of us,
as we are at the present moment,
flowing to yet unchartered realms
of yet unknown truths!
Let’s surge forward with the voice of conscience,
in this roar lies the absolute truth!
This is our culture!