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There is a corruption we all should abhor,
It starts on the left, and corrupts to the core,
Cancer of the soul, if left to go on,
It takes bit by bit, ’till the whole soul is gone.
Makes people think that there are no values,
That everything’s fine if it’s ‘true to you,’
Moral absolutes they loudly disclaim,
Then turn and wonder why the world seems insane,
Why their true feelings don’t bring happy lives,
Only leads to a black rage deep in inside,
‘being true to you’ is a moral perverse,
With no standard to judge, things get much worse.
What’s ‘true to one’s self’ for those fond of rape?
Should the serial killer show his ‘true’ face?
And what of the types who change ‘truth’ every week,
Then act offended if anyone speaks?
The corruption permits them to silence all,
Pushing more and more, until it all falls.
The corruption pushes out all real beauty,
Replaces it with the fecal and ugly,
Throws out the masters who’s work defies time,
Declares that splatter and blank space is ‘sublime.’
Renir, Bougereau, Bierstadt, and Degas,
Masters whose paintings amazed all who saw ,
Now me have charlatans, ‘artist statements,’
An art world that can’t uplift, just dement.
The same trend pus music into a plight,
Ignore Beethoven, ’cause his skin as white,
No longer to Mozart do critics clap,
But ‘es and ’hos,’ that’s where it’s at!
Celebrate decline, claim that it’s ‘sincere,’
As it there’s no ‘real’ behind beauty and cheer...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
The voices of my present state and feelings echo
down into my mother’s sympathetic ears,
They resonate…in no barriers, she decodes
with her warm understanding and great love overflow.
She hears my footsteps on trails of joy and contentment,
giving me her smiles with supporting hands to go ahead;
She hears my footsteps on path of desolation or in tacit sadness,
Offering her breast and shoulder to lean on,
her loving pieces of advice uplift my spirit, wipe my tears and give me breath.
My fragile emotion easily restores and mends,
Oh, mother dear, your listening ears are your heart’s aesthete!
A rich tapestry of comfort, love and affection,
where all my sighs , fears and sentiments will be laid.
No child’s turgid words in my mother’s loving ears,
regardless of distance, she listens, embraces and cares,
With her sensitive radar system, she knows all my needs
like Tannoys - so loud, supersonic, she hears them all vibrate.
Her ears synch well with her loving heart
Amazingly entwine, they are twosome…
Oh, mother dear, may I touch lovingly your ears with my both hands,
may I touch your angelic aging face as I thank you so much,
This poem is especially for you, I’m sending it with a SWALK
Sealed With my Loving Kiss on this sweet Mother’s Day card.
*Tannoy s- systems of loudspeakers for making announcements
Written: May 9, 2015 10.40pm
-This poem is a loving dedication to my ever dearest mom who is here with me right now. She loves poetry so much. She was my first teacher in reciting poetry. I was inspired to write a free verse poem for her. This is my Mother’s Day gift for her along with my humble art works/ paints, Mother’s Day t-shirt and card.
May I also dedicate this poem to all mothers all over the world. More power and blessings to you all! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! MANY HUGS FROM ME!
First Place
Contest: Mother's Ears
Judged: 5/18/2015
Poet Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day
Contest Judged: 5/3/2022 7:00:00 PM
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Place 1
8/3/18
Life is not just about being world renowned
Or wearing a crown
Currently lost instead of found
In your eyes, I can see the pain, right now
Get rid of that frown
Gain ground
Turn your life around
Hold it down
Don't be a clown
Unless you want to drown
Not too late to rebound
Make your mom proud
She deserves to be feeling up in the clouds
If only more people went to the pound for a hound
To put it bluntly
I'd be lucky
To find someone that loves me
In a world that can be so cold and ugly
Thinking somebody would care
Looking around everywhere
And never seeing anyone there
Torment and despair
You got to be aware that life will never be fair
It's something that needs to be put into the air
Too bad if it's more than you can bear
Don't be scared
Get prepared
To reach beyond the top of the stairs
So start earning your share
Since everything experiences eventual wear
Got yet another itch
Which is getting rich
It's time to take some risks
Use your gifts
Keep your wits
About you, and watch your six
Because life is full of tricks
And can be hit and miss
Don't call it quits
Persist and have your spirit uplift
If you really want to get your fix
Watch out because you might get more than you wished
Before life starts to fade
And ending up in a grave
Be brave
Turn the page
Make a change
Regardless of it feeling strange
Soon enough paths are paved
If you gave your all and never caved
By: Dalton Ogletree
No matter how long you look to the sky
Rain wouldn't fall if there are no clouds;
So engage the sun, warm up your oceans
And uplift humid air as high as you can--
And keep repeating till misty clouds form.
Stars don't appear till the advent of dark,
So take your sunny day on a joyous ride--
Let it shine in beauty of traversing the arc
Until on horizon meets crimson twilight
Readying lucent stage for a starry night.
Sun won't rise till the dawn makes a call,
So take the nightfall on the hunt for light
Rotating the earth till you hear birdsongs
Making your way through retreating fog
To witness the dawning of golden vistas.
Now you are glad you can make rainfall,
Happy as well you will conquer the stars,
And find your path to your own aurora.
April 28, 2019
HM: Strand choice J contest by Brain Strand
The day to utter my words of thanks to those who uplift me is near
So much that gratitude abounds in my heart
Bidding me to shed a tear
To relish my life, willed to me in a comfortably sculpted fate
Thanks do I have to give to my family
They do support me by helping me be
Thanks do I have to give to my friends
In times of need, they do hold our their ready hands
Thanks do I have to give to my readers
Why, their appreciative words do fill me with wonders
Thanks do I have to give to my duty guides
Without them, I would still have been waging blind!
But then, giving away words of thanks
Arouses in me the feel of floating in guilt tanks
Why, thankful I am
Happy I am
But then, what about those not so lucky
Those being, like me, emotionally unsteady
Those being, unlike me, deprived of food, of shelter
Of protection, of clothing, of clean water
Those for whom daily living is a bloody struggle
Those for whom life is not so cheery
Those for whom death is just a blessing, a liberation
Why, those for whom, this world is just an abomination
Deprived of their basic needs
Deprived of their fundamental rights
Persecuted for holding on firmly to their creeds
So much that to demented habits they do get addicted
Why, guilt floods my soul
Guilt overwhelms my heart
So much that bleeding shall be my eyes
The day I shall offer my gratitude
Yes, sensibility enrobes my whole being
Pray, someday I hope, I shall have the abilities
Yes, I shall cure this world, I shall make sure
That everyone has thanks to give on the blessed day!
Yes, indeed!
And then, to existence itself
Shall I offer my gratitude
To existence and to the rulers of the universe!
Who has bewitched thee, thou noble ones?
Chosen to be the head of thy race,
to fulfill thy creator’s will,
through siring, supporting, and securing a clan.
Prophet, priest, prince, and patriarch,
How did you lose your lofty perch?
What sinister spirits conspired
to undermine your primal purpose?
You are a victim of sin’s curse.
One social scientist suggested,
You may be a biological necessity,
but likely, a social accident.
Fathers are an endangered species,
Over-harvested by hookers,
Harpooned by harsh, pointed put-downs
and exploited by negative labels.
Their absence yields a baleful harvest.
Crowded jails, and drug infested streets,
busy brothels, and blighted precincts,
confused males and macho females.
Mothers’ role is elevated,
Fathers’ role is under-rated.
Mother’s Day is celebrated,
Father’s Day is lowly rated.
Great societies honor fathers,
Dying ones demean and degrade them.
How would fathers ever stand up,
when what they hear prompts them to stand down?
It is time to heed the research,
reap the rewards, and end the scourge.
When fathers fill their God-given role,
society preserves its soul.
Fathers are the family’s linchpin
Lynch them, and make society lame,
uplift them, and make society strong.
Make fathers the theme of society’s song.
May 1 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 5
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 5:20 And they were helped against them… for they cried to God in the battle, and he was intreated of them; because they put their trust in him.
FAITH IN GOD WHO HELPS US
AS WE PUT OUR TRUST IN HIM
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against corruption
Through His holiness toward our faith’s purification
Along His deliverance for our confessed sins’ sanctification
With His covenant securing our eternal salvation.
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against negligence
Through His guidance commanding our faith’s obedience
Along His warning from unbelief’s resurgence
With His order toward our consecration’s diligence.
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against self-sufficiency
Through His pardon for our admitted pride’s persistency
Along His conquest for our apathy’s fervency
With His graciousness and mercy.
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against hypocritical worship
Through His counsel for our faith’s stand to follow His leadership
Along His authority driving our stewardship
With His Scriptures along our discipleship.
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against meaningless fight
Through His wisdom increasing our faith’s knowledge-height
Along His doctrines to stay in His teachings always right
With His instructions that make us abide in His miracles’ might.
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against challenges’ pain
Through His restoration for our faith’s rejuvenated gain
Along His reproofs and rebukes upon admonition-terrain
With His revival to uplift us from downfall’s strain.
God helps us as we put our trust in Him against scorning mockery
Through His courage upholding our faith’s victory
Along His gladness cheering us from worry
With His presence as we win souls, sharing the Gospel story.
May 1, 2025
Myopic muddle
as beauty swirls
hues of heaven
yet bypasses
static statues that
pose as sentient
beings beknighted
dawn’s divine dream
seen as bland mirror
on ebbing eyewash
cathartic colour is
a universal uplift
even for low level
lustrous earth dweller
Immersed in skewed slant
I bandy icicled retort
as though taut timing
ever swayed rigid
stone age postures
elysian echo a speck
in azurite caves
to auditory aloofness
allied to blinkered
whim ‘s wanton
plight with dull
and dim twist
dispersed among
trivial terrains
alienation personified
vessel vacuous and void
rehabilitation of
the wayward faculty
a burst balloon blip
outsider ostracised
from gilded gardens
and sumptuous bloom
of ripe recrudescence
still limp laggard
on hackneyed cue
might yet stumble on
the fig of wakening
I am depressed she said
Her face leaked
Chin quivering
I am lonely, I have no one
I cannot relate to her
I am never lonely
Never alone
Even in my dreams
My spirit guides raise me up
Shake me up
Roll me around
Tromp on me
Stomp on me
Quake me up
I feel their presence in times of mirth
And times of trouble, and toothpaste moments
I want to uplift her
She is determined to be down and depressed
She says she is forsaken
I cannot fathom this
Having no time to myself
Always followed by angels and spirit guides
I ask some to latch onto her
“She is too dour,” one says.
“I prefer you,” two others say.