Long Whitewash Poems
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I could rage
I could cry
but what’s the use
do I hate cancer
for what it did to us?
you bet!
it robbed us blind
it left a gaping hole
an emptiness
that’s inescapable
truth is I’d rather live
with the void of you
than whitewash any of your love
no, we didn’t let cancer
get the best of us
we refused to live in fear
we managed to treasure
every moment
let go of all regrets
forever I’ll keep
your memory alive
‘cause in my heart
you’ll always be
I have so much to do
before it’s time
but no matter when or where
I will be ready
adorned in my finest gown
with flowers in my hair
for you to take my hand and
walk me down the aisle
that glorious second time
AP: 2nd place 2021
Listen! Here come the horses,
War machines, a myriad of forces!
'Whitewash', the white horse, is first,
Those deceptive words rehearsed.
Peace as a pretense to conquer,
Glossy until he grows stronger.
'Butcher', the red horse, unleashed,
Civil unrest and sword unsheathed.
Laying claim to the Earth,
Mixing lifeblood with turf.
Black are the ravages of war,
Famine only adds to the score.
The black horse arrives,
His name is... 'Survive'.
But 'Ash' has entered the scene,
The color of corpse, pale-green,
Their progression succinct,
Succumbing to animal instinct.
Fools have staked their claim,
And adorned themselves with shame,
"The Earth belongs to the ‘Best’!"
When the ‘Best’ are merely Guests!
Corrupted to have their own way,
Inferiors they oppress and dismay.
Devouring each other like prey,
Their body and soul He will slay.
Whirling Wheels in the great expanse!
The Davidic King will soon advance!
His Wheelwork is not uncertain,
Make ready for His final curtain!
Listen! Martyrs beseeching their Master,
"When will you avenge this disaster!"
"All must repent or perish,
There's more to be saved, to cherish.
When Messiah returns to avenge,
The Superiors on Earth will cringe,
And hide themselves from My face,
But I will expose their disgrace.
The Day of Our wrath will come,
My adversaries will all be undone!"
Whirling Wheels in the great expanse!
The Davidic King will soon advance!
His Wheelwork is not uncertain,
Make ready for His final curtain!
Listen! A Watchman’s urgent call,
"The Davidic Dynasty is All!"
"Do not cover their true condition,
To convey, not create, is the mission.
'Who influences who?', is the test,
Repentance and restoration are ‘Best’!
Judging His choices and actions,
Creates obstacles, infractions,
To live the way He intended,
And to have His blessing suspended.
Scripture is the sign to heed.
Our Substitute He decreed.
Grace through faith the plan.
He resurrected the God-Man.
Whirling Wheels in the great expanse!
The Davidic King will soon advance!
His Wheelwork is not uncertain,
Make ready for His final curtain!
Your viewpoint can be comforting,
Or your viewpoint can be troubling:
Either comforting as a safeguard,
Or as troubling as a canard.
A safeguard tunnels Saints through sin.
A canard tunnels sinners through spin.
Though God created man upright,
He schemes to hide sin from the light.
With idols in front of their faces,
The Lost stumble in dark places.
Seeking a number of oracles,
Swells their number of obstacles.
Hypocrites whitewash their walls.
Their ruse of righteousness forestalls,
Examining what lies underneath.
The Spirit's Sword stays in its sheathe.
The Weak wrap their sin inside "love",
A "love" that belies truth from above.
They will not progress anymore,
As rottenness spreads from their core.
Rebels should open their minds,
When Scripture reveals, it unbinds,
For mankind is much maligned,
Projecting their bias resigned.
The Perfect focus on God's plan,
Having the mind of the God-Man,
A conduct that's surely becoming,
For Saints prepared for His Coming.
By embracing this point of view,
We achieve the promised breakthrough,
Being perfected in the Master's way,
God's will we're faithful to obey.
Strive for the Prize that lies ahead,
Through the One who rose from the dead.
His light and immortality shine,
Dispelling the darkness by Design.
Adopt the pursuit that frees us,
That intimacy with Christ Jesus,
And exchange the viewpoint of mankind,
For the viewpoint that transforms your mind.
Keen betwixt two to bridge the gap,
And to wear a top leader’s cap,
Xi talked of a Thucydides Trap.
Whilst Trump seemed caught taking a nap.
When back to face critics at home
Conceding his ground what with dome,
His China meet wrapped in feigned form--
Thin on substance, nuance nor norm.
Xi wielded a virtual win,
Trump trading on frost frozen thin,
America’s Suez moment?
Mighty clear and loud seemed the dent.
Trump’s whitewash to news guys way back
On Air Force One showed clear this crack,
On Taiwan, a taciturn Trump
Showed up loud this policy lump.
‘We wish to fight no war, no way--
One, many a miles far away’.
On tariffs, for which he went there,
He’s returned lumpy hands laid bare.
Restrained reception said it all
Against expectations nigh tall,
Missing was much-boasted big hug,
A big gulf has deeper been dug.
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Happenings | 17.05.2026 | America, angst, political, satire, Quatrain
Note: Recent visit of President Trump to China. Thucydides Trap: the theory that war often erupts when a rising power threatens to displace an established one. What with his acts, Trump has made this feasible for XI. This ditty shows: Trump was trumped by XI.
So where do we begin
The din of Indian chagrin
Subcontinent cardinal sin
Forgot how to play spin
Incontinent rot no Ashwin
Saffas got under their skin!
So no Mo Shami or Ishant Sharma
Double whammy now not so jammy
What about Obama calmer karma
Back from Kolpak leader of pack
Is it Heaven or E17 got a stack
Right armer & mockney charmer
Winning grinning skinning spinning attack
Slaying & flaying while playing Simon Says
Avenge those tears from 10 years ago..revenge
Wicket farmer yep cheers Essex’s Mr Harmer
Remember Temba inspired fired the ember
First place won the race for the WTC mace
Dream team scheme everyone a member
And even without their gilded pace ace
No KG Rabada in the Saffa Jaffa Gaffer speed larder
Need 2 metre maneater Marco like Rafa to try harder
Latest greatest tyro narco pyro in the stellar fella Armada
Sneaky hoarder Marco Polo or cheeky marauder Hans Solo
Tip top tourer run scorer tall all thriller no filler..Torquemada
Raw pure southpaw land of the other hand flotilla of Jansen
Saffa’s new slick quick pillar..serial killer like Charles Manson
Let’s end where we did begin..Indian cupboard is rather bare
One savvy Ravi left.. bereft one pace pair with flair through the air
No Ashwin through thick & thin.. slipped on banana skin of spin
Another bish bash bosh whitewash after that Kiwi yippee nirvana
Can still hear the din within of that chagrin at the mandarins sins
Ire..greats retire entire empire on funeral pyre fire - Sinara it's Manana!
Bay Area Nigh December
A tryst on a San Francisco trolley
that exhibits penchant amidst a glance,
for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly
save two turtledoves, culled cooed romance
left in steep devotion, neglects folly.
Atone solemn occasions ere chapel
doors left open, soul worshippers pass stained
glass multicolored figurines, dapple
its windows amidst Christmasy lights, trained
eyes in wonder, gulp an adam's apple.
Snowflakes patterned distinctly, blankets bare
grounds painstakingly, changing verdant green
to an achromatic dressed whitewash wear,
rotating perspective picturesque scene
consistent seasons shift that we now fare.
The Golden Gate bridge, waning its glit of
citrus rising, squirting into blind eyes
forced to shades, now visibly shone 'twas love
delicate trace of your countenance guise
as it chalks a blackboard wrote from above.
2020 November 14
*8th Place*
Quintain-Sicilian
~~Emile Pinet
A lovely walk, a promenade leads the way
Burnt orange succulents stand like bushes serene
Crushed tepid deep, whitewash stirs up behind the scenes
Delightful blends of blue sky in-between
Entwined the seaweed branching out for a reach
Finely tuned trumpet sounds of swoosh on the beach
Glassy prisms beam through dark shades
Horizon blended ocean, sky, behind palisades
Intruders running 'round, sand in face
Jelly fish glow and charm with grace
Krutsinger Island, the sign reads
Lover’s bed and breakfast needs
Men and woman frolicking in the water
Naked babies cry out with laughter
Oceanic mammals creep by
Palm trees, flowing, occupy
Quietly recedes then tosses its sea
Rentals, beachcombers welcome
Surfers ride their boards for fun
Tingling with a cooling breeze
Umbrella of waves, high tides come and go
Verdant colors make for radiant seascape
Whales bellowing blow show
Xanadu paradise plan your escape
Yachting, sailing, tagging and more
Zanzibar coastal getaway tours
CRISS-CROSS PIVOT -GRAND SLAM
. First Set
. love all
. first serve
. clean ace
. first game
. to love
. I’m inspired
. shot selection
. spot on
. hit line
. each time
WHITEWASH
. second set
. first serve
. double fault
. opponent rallies
. fights back
. tie break
. five seven
. third set
. take tumble
. call physio
. Retire Hurt
Oh, Wintertime with weathered hue
of leafless trees and faded lawns;
the sting of cold with biting winds,
much shorter days and dreary dawns-
Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
I share my winter blues with you.
As I, behind this window, stand-
observe this season that holds sway,
I'm filled with ashen, Winter gloom
that buried Autumn's lovely stay.
Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
I share my winter blues with you.
But, now I see your snowflakes fall
to quickly transform grays to white!
Your blanket gleams below blue skies-
becomes white satin neath moonlight.
Oh, Winter, hide your weathered hue-
whitewash my winter blues with you.
Uplifted by your pristine snow-
the bright sun beaming off its glaze,
I know that dormant Spring will rise-
a sliver of nirvana splays.
Oh, Springtime will bring life anew-
and I will share in rebirth too.
The truth has experienced a hard time these days
With alternative facts, distorted reality twittering in viscous ways
You would expect down right good sense to somehow prevail
As common sense is no longer common and seems to have gone to hell
Spin doctors and scandal adjusters are raking in billions
To present an alternative truth to the American millions
They are now attacking the press for speaking truth to power
And those in high positions have tried to fortify their towers
Narcissistic liars are now in control
I just pray that God watches over all of our souls
Now Jesus is the truth and Jesus is the Word
Just do not believe those political shysters no matter what you've heard
To be a fact checkers like those folks called Bereans
To read and search the Holy Scripture and not just believe what you're seeing
To see reality and call it what it be
To simply tell the truth without any discrepancy
To now be true to yourself with a self examination
To acknowledge your strengths and weaknesses with full explanation
No longer to let society whitewash facts and diminish your history
As a child of God you're a strong African American with your own story
The truth will set us free and we need to realize
That lies and falsehoods are like a Cracker Jacks box prize
Shiny on the outside pretty at first sight
But unlike the truth never to stay upright