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Happy are we, who love the beauty of all things.
Who stand for the beauty of a child.
We......who have soft, soul’s wings.
Those who believe in God, not in Satan’s world gone wild.
We surrounded by the media’s outlandish lies.
That as we walk this earth, there is a mix of bitter laughter
and dirth.
Know well what God said, “ Vengeance is mine .”
And each of us, destined to die, swallowed by the earth.
Putting only world leaders on trial?
Pompous and righteous, of our sins we live in indignant denial!
We, seek only personal fame and all others on earth defame.
All of us are so perfect, we have not a one tiny drop of shame?
Remember, do not any leader of any country, as a god adore!
Only one man, His life, offered to save the world.
I see this in poetry, waving palms, shouting Hosanna to humans galore!
And shouting for the death of others, their minds be in a self-righteous swirl.
5/10/2022
Repost of a POTD
5/12/ 202i
With needed changes …poet’s option.
Dedication to the late poetess, Connie Marcum Wong.
We miss you, Connie! Your humility and kindness are
a reminder to us, that life is greater than about being
a “winner.”
Love, Panagiota
Happy are we, who love the beauty of all things.
Who stand for the beauty of a newborn child.
We, who have soft, invisible, angelic,wings.
Those who believe in God, not in Satan’s world, gone wild.
We are surrounded by the media’s outlandish, propaganda lies.
That as we walk this earth, there is a mix of bitter laughter and dirth.
Remember thee, indeed well,what God said, “ Vengeance is mine!.”
And each of us, destined to die, under the earth to lie in darkness and dirth.
Pompous and righteous, of our sins,,we live in most indignant denial!
We who lie, we seek only personal, fame and all others on earth,defame?
All of us are so perfect, on our iPhones~we who constantly dial…
While slaughter in the thousands just occurred, and we give it no name?
Remember, do not any leader of any country, as a god, do adore!
Only one man, His life, offered and died to save the world.
I see this in poetry, waving palms, shouting Hosanna, to humans galore!
Ignoring our poetic brothers, left behind, in our self-righteous, vanity.swirl.
Why is it so hard for us to realize,
That China is responsible,
For this pandemic,
And they have no limit,
Where they will go,
To payback for the years of abuse,
To their country for so many years,
Revenge, revenge, revenge,
Is what in their leaders head,
no matter who it will hurt in the world.
The plot has been made,
In the secret of ages,
Pages and pages, days and days,
Revenge, revenge, revenge,
It will fall off its hinge,
“Vengeance is Mine alone,” said the LORD.
COVID-19 like a boomerang,
It will return to its owner.
Coronavirus Pandemic
China released this beast,
On the world released to feast,
On the least,
Revenge, revenge, revenge,
It will fall off its hinge.
...For a year they lived and were not bothered,
began to question what it was they’d heard,
but one careless night, though the love was sublime,
Miriam got pregnant for the second time.
Not long after things started going amiss,
Brad tried to stay calm,”Let’s not read into this.”
But furniture moved, the creaking returned,
they heard pained howls that left them disturbed.
And one still night, quieter than most tombs,
Miriam heard a dripping from the bathroom.
She felt a terror most will never know,
refused to get up, clutching covers close.
For ten long minutes the dripping went on,
then suddenly stopped, and a new horror spawned,
’cause in the doorway a tortured shape stood,
bone scraping on wood as it moved down…
Then something behind it, a new brilliant form,
shined with ethereal light by the door!
It was a young man, shimmering in white,
that beamed out brightly, lighting up the night.
He grasped the horror in a great bear-hug,
crushing inwards the great demonic thug,
as the young man fought with this entity fell,
he cried,”You are long overdue down in Hell!”
Then in a flash the two figures vanished,
Miriam sat up stunned, Brad oblivious,
light appeared again, then over her bed,
the young man floated, looking exhausted.
And though she’d not seen her first little one,
somehow she knew that she looked on her son.
The shape of his face, both Brad’s and her own,
the spirit of a boy she never had known…
James smiled and said,”The priest asked the Big Man
if he could stop this from happening again.
Normally He says that,’Vengeance is Mine,’
but He subcontracted out to me this time.”
Miriam gasped,”I….there’s so much to say…”
James said,”Don’t fear, you’ll meet me at the gates.
No need to rush though, live out all your years,
there’s so much to show my sister down here.”
With that he faded, the room now serene,
she awakened Brad to tell what she’d seen,
he seemed skeptical, but didn’t press the fact,
but the creaking and howls never came back.
From that day forth their farm was a refuge,
devoid of spirits, now hopeful and true,
and to a girl Miriam became mother,
named Etta-James, in honor of her brother.
ON THE LEVEES OF TIME…
(APROPOS WHEN THE LEVEES BROKE)
When the levees broke…when the levees broke…
When the levees broke…
When the levees broke the world awoke
From a submerged reality
Flowing beneath the bridge over trouble waters.
The copious tears of the domed encampment
Could not wipe away the fears
Nor cleanse the minds of lost hopes floating
In the midst of the mockery I see:
This land, this water, this ransacked America!
Shame is a white cloud reflected from the dark
Side of the moon;
Guilt seeks its own level; but the Lord said:
Vengeance is Mine…
Indeed to err is human; to forgive divine…
Mercy on we mere mortals!
When the levees broke…when the levees broke…
When the levees broke…
Stitches that bound the veil and scale of justice
Were ripped at the seam;
And it seemed that the bowels of hell
Loosened their pregnant flow of terror
And unseen evil revealed itself to an intoxicating world
Drunk with deception.
No receding water can was away the pain;
The level of grief remains.
Like a wrinkle in time, minds of survivors flood
With memories of Middle Passage Crossing;
deferred dreams of festering bloated bellies
Of the dreamers; dreamers of a new Diaspora;
Dreamers drifting on the rafts of new leanings
Indeed we shall rise again from the depths
Of hell’s waters;
Sail on the tides of new beginnings; no political anchors
Nor the barges of time
Can hold us in check or prohibit our rising.
At our soaked wake, we shall keep a ripened vigil;
The shadowed veil shall ever be rent.
All shall be naked before the world; truth revealing
Its self like a burning bush;
And we shall come over into a new dwelling: a city
Not made by hands of corruption.
And the Orleans of our beginnings here shall not fade
From these memories:
When the levees broke…when the levees broke…
When the levees broke.
What sort of a spirit do you hold in your heart?
Is it meek, is it mild, does it good will impart?
Or is your spirit angry, full of wrath and mistrust?
Is it hungry for power, perhaps filled with lust?
Does it reach out for things and material gain,
Or is it your looks, may-hap a bit vain?
Whatever you nurture, what you hold most dear,
Has a hold on you too and it's loss you will fear.
Don't store up your treasure in the things of this world.
There are things much more lasting than diamonds and pearls;
And the laurels of many will not last for long.
They're here for today and then they are gone.
Youth and good looks are here for a season.
They're fleeting at best, for the shortest time pleasin',
And revenge is but sweet for the moment, no more,
For vengeance is Mine and not yours says The Lord.
What sort of spirit makes it's home 'neath your breast?
Does it make your heart warm or feel empty at best?
TransGender Women of Color, have the advantage
in a white male dominant culture,
have an advantage
for finding therapeutic tools
for awareness of marginalizing
traumatic business as usual
weapons against Earth's universal health care.
Just as RightBrain co-investors
in sharing traumatic fear
and therapeutic love feelings
have the open awareness advantage
in a LeftBrain dominant tragic/comedic
ZeroSum
closed-system
degenerating
entropic
misanthropic monoculture
Cooperatively finding Left/Right win/win co-operative
resonant potential
where Republican wealthy capitalists
must live unliberties of dissonance
with all that great spiritual leaders have taught
about compassion
experiencing nonviolence
and sacred integrity of co-empathic
co-investment narratives in
and on
and under
and above
Whole OpenSystemic Earth.
I wish there were more middle-range,
more passionate mediation space,
more sacred forgiving pace,
less racing
avidly terrified of insufficient
human profit place,
A more comforting
short-term purgatory
between RightWing
"Vengeance is Mine"
saith The SWM Lord
And quasi-liberated LeftWing
"Seize Our Feminist SelfServing Day"
Ignoring spacious win/win potential
sharing stories
of when our species
has best grabbed hold
of Self/Other Empowering Ways
to co-operate humane multicultural
interreligious integrity
with EarthPatriotic polycultural
interdependent synergy
No longer ignoring,
but rather inviting,
our potential,
historical,
polycultural loving
and curious,
engaging,
mysteriously regenerative
EarthEmpowering Nights
Reflecting stardust bright
comforting integrity,
agreeing to agree
with therapeutic loving peace
personal stories
politically empowering
Engaging cooperative embrace
with constant curiosity
rather than settling for saving face
midst mindless mediocrity
Settling for another story
of anxious loss
and fear
that not only I don't count,
but we don't matter
When traumatic win/lose risks
outweigh therapeutic win/win
co-passionately cooperative,
curiously co-empathic
opportunities.
Buying corporate profit tickets
to this June's PRIDE event
does not feel therapeutic,
where once lived public trauma.
Another annual rite
of well-bred socialization
political masturbation
with no flavor of resistance
to white-washed Capitalism's greed,
to straight Patriarchalism's need
to rapaciously breed
to gluttonously feed
on humble margins
of truly empowered
LeftBrain dominant humanity
not RightBrain depressed
demonically repressed
satanically oppressed
devilishly suppressed
Right supremely unimpressed
by deeply felt insanity
born a profanity
against Earth's Straight
White
MonoTheistic God
False idol
of patriotic
nationalistic pride
parades before
and lingers after
sins against EarthMother's uncapitalized
poor in spirited nature
Our planet's
traumatically wounded child,
x-rated
x-rayed
x-cised
by homophobic
feministphobic
Afrophobic toxins,
divinely inspired hate,
monotheistic vengeance-is-mine
militaristic fate.
This, and future, summers of inclusive love,
I would give away invitations to proud PASSION,
co-passion
compassion
compassionate integrity
passionate enquiry
of Left erect
correct cognition
greets Right flowing
enlightened growing
synergy glowing
sacred felt reconnecting
concelebrations
Of timeless
dipolar co-arising parades,
out-rageous raving displays
of globally spectral
spectacular
spiraling circular rainbows
of regenerating strings
and co-passionate things
Sacred hope promises
form ribboned resonant faith
for love
of EarthTribe's holy
co-emergent DNA diversity
deeply held
in silent summer whispers
Inviting year-round
and full
and sweaty wet PASSION plays
stories
narratives
epic songs,
starred night light
and lunar displays
Flowing Right
Left strength
universally full
uniting Color
Healthy polycultures
wealthy multicultures evoking
not revoking
compassionating
never mindlessly sedating
fully woke
out celebrating
Earth's PASSIONTribe.
I'm thankful Lord for you still keeping me here
for you saving my soul I no longer have to live in fear
I'm no longer ashamed to praise your righteous holy name
ever since you came into my life I knew I wouldn't be the same
I'm thankful for my bad times I'm thankful for the good
I wouldn't give away what you blessed me with even if I could
you've given me the strength to make it threw it threw each day
I won't complain if someone wrongs me cause you said
VENGEANCE IS MINE I WILL REPAY
I'm thankful in all things both negatives and positives
your son Jesus showed me how I should live
I'm just thankful O Lord with what you blessed me with
you gave me eternal life & blessed me with a lyrical gift
I come to your throne to praise & honor your greatness
you've given me a loving heart & taught me to be patient
if I ever needed a reason to follow you I now believe
cause when I called on your name you set me free
I cry out to you O Lord from this poem of choice
you called out, I answered, I recognize ya voice
I can't thank you enough for you unconditional love
but I give thanks to you now for this heavenly
gift you gave me from above
Some people say revenge is sweet,
but its true source is from beneath.
The cycle of violence it spawns,
new horrors breed as each day dawns.
When wrong is done, justice demands,
wrongdoers, for trial must stand.
After the facts are exposed,
a just sentence must be imposed.
An eye for an eye was first meant
Ongoing blood feuds to prevent.
“Don’t take revenge,” is what God says
“Vengeance is mine, I will repay.”
When you are wronged, don’t start a fight,
because two wrongs never make a right.
Vow to repay evil with good
Follow God’s way, live as you should.
One day soon, when sin its course has run
God will judge all for what they have done.
When all wrongs are brought into view,
each one will receive their just due.