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“The Purple Reign”
by: Eric L. Boddie
“I Want to Be Your Lover” is so “Insatiable” to some
But I “Adore” you because the “Holy River” is where I’m from
And “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man,” that’s “Scandalous” to think
But I answered “The Question of U” is “Strange but True,” so don’t blink
Maybe it’s this “Erotic City,” or, perhaps, it’s because she looks so good in that “Raspberry Beret”
But I want to be “Somebody’s Somebody,” but she must be the “Marrying Kind” I say
So “Lady Cab Driver” in the “Little Red Corvette”
“Let’s Pretend We’re Married” with some “Dance, Music, Sex, Romance,” and I expect
To be the “International Lover” for every “Irresistible *****”
Because I Love every woman from “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” to “Billy Jack *****”
Let me leave you “Satisfied” in puddles of “Black Sweat”
But I “No” all that I want so “Damn U” before I forget
That “Nothing Compares 2 U” plus I Love when you “Call My Name”
“U Got That Look” that lures all the “Girls and Boys” just the same
This “Cinnamon Girl” named “Anna Stesia” is the only one I want to call baby
Even if it took “A Million Days,” I would tell her “Let’s Go Crazy”
Maybe I got one of those “Colonized Minds” that will never let me say “Eye Hate U”
But “One of Us” must understand that “The Love We Make” is true
So if I gave you “Diamonds and Pearls” or took you “Around the World in a Day”
Would you “Do Me Baby” or let “Bob George” get in the way
Even back in “1999,” I was somewhat addicted to the “Pop Life”
Because of a “Condition of the Heart” that made me want a “Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother, Wife”
But there is “Joy in Repetition” every time we try a “New Position”
And “Baby I’m a Star” so my “Darling Nikki,” you should know my intentions
But the “Rainbow Children” provide the best “Sign ‘O’ the Times”
I want you “Forever in My Life” because we like to “Play in the Sunshine”
Because “When 2 R in Love,” there must be a sincere sense of “Trust”
And when it’s not so “So Dark,” it looks like “Purple Rain” to us
And that’s “When Doves Cry,” in light of our “Private Joy”
Without “Controversy,” it’s the “Love Sign” I employ
So “Gett Off” of that hate train, and let “Positivity” spark
And if you’re “Willing and Able,” that’s what is done at “Paisley Park”
RIP Brother Prince Rogers Nelson…..God Wants you In His Choir…..
from the logline of the movie
World of Aleins, by Orratto.....
They stand in verse of me: allied by their ego's: repretations and their want
for a new world. A world that they wish me not to be apart of.
Their scientist invent, their armies game, their politications make ways to exclude me. They make their enemy my friend that I might devoure him with my own wants and ambitions, that he is destroyed, because they wish to trust me more than he. When they lack finace they take from my sources, then I must find creative ways to take back what they've taken. when technolies become old, they find us, and try to eliminate us, to make-up from what they feel we took away from them. When my science is fact, they beleivethe fiction of my propaganda.But when our world became threatened by The Aleins within, we along with other leaders, united to achieve onething, removal of these aliens to their own world, and then we had to find ways to accomadate these new creatures created by the union of Aleins and Humans. All done in lieu of the government. all done with the full understanding that the invasion would come from these new people.it took our world nine years to even discover the Aleins, then when they uncovered the plot, the plans of these people. They sought the poor, and coupled with them, all with the backing of the Alein homeworld, they gave them gold and platinum, and when they found mates, one's who were willing and able to have babies, they were paid in gold, and platinum. bringing new wealth to people.t they bought companies making people richer, when they looked into these new ways they saw nothing that would cause suspension, only that they targeted the certain types of people. One day in Febuary at a hospital in New Guinia, a baby was born, with two anntanas behind it ears, that's when they discovered certain traits of dna, that weren't human, and not of this world. These began the Euroafromerica commitions of human welfare, which discovered the exsistance of Aleins on earth. Weathy men got together to create hero's, they used their technologies to make supermen, one's who could fly, and had superstranghts, these are the formations of the "Power Friends" the saviors of the Universe!
My Composition of Poems
Had been eating a biscuit
And admit I could not quit
Was good with butter and brown
Did swallow until it went down
Found experience to be exquisite.
What I like about eating
Is my mouth with food is meeting
Always tasting so good
Ate more then I could
Stomach took quite a beating.
Must eat all of my meal
And much better will feel
Knowing I am nourished
Flowers outside flourished
Surrounded by their appeal.
Chewed up meal piece by piece
After my appetite did increase
Enjoyed meal until all gone
And then bed slept upon
Dreamed about flying geese.
Had stopped eating for a while
And now my face wore a smile
Best meal I would ever eat
With honey was so sweet
Would not kid you or beguile.
Finished eating and had dessert
On ice cream put a big spurt
Of chocolate I do love so dear
And with my wife close and near
Of growth our love had a spurt.
Had to clean up the table
To do was willing and able
Washed and put dishes away
Would swing and sway with Sammy Kay
He married a marble head named Mable.
Of all my poems this is a composite
Don't even have to make a deposit
They are completely for free
Thanks to me and my ability
Cautiously stored them in closet.
Jim Horn
My Composition of Poems
Had been eating a biscuit
And admit I could not quit
Was good with butter and brown
Did swallow until it went down
Found experience to be exquisite.
What I like about eating
Is my mouth with food is meeting
Always tasting so good
Ate more then I could
Stomach took quite a beating.
Must eat all of my meal
And much better will feel
Knowing I am nourished
Flowers outside flourished
Surrounded by their appeal.
Chewed up meal piece by piece
After my appetite did increase
Enjoyed meal until all gone
And then bed slept upon
Dreamed about flying geese.
Had stopped eating for a while
And now my face wore a smile
Best meal I would ever eat
With honey was so sweet
Would not kid you or beguile.
Finished eating and had dessert
On ice cream put a big spurt
Of chocolate I do love so dear
And with my wife close and near
Of growth our love had a spurt.
IN THE SILENCE
There is a longing in my being,
Someone nudging, also speaking, in the silence.
For ears truly listening, eyes that are watching,
beyond the acceptance of an unnatural botching,
Away from the laughing, pointing and gawking,
voices debating, the troublesome talking.
It is a power, a force that's present,
a love that's beyond a starry night's crescent.
The dictated emotions that keep us from hearing,
many hearts are failing for the worrisome fearing.
But be very still and you can capture,
and walk towards the calling, your name in the rapture,
There is a most wonderful, Omnipotent Being,
a Love everlasting, belief without seeing.
In the silence.
Within ocean waves crashing,
a continual washing, forever set in motion, in a perpetual fashion.
They see and they tremble with vague understanding,
at simply God's doing at His every commanding.
They turn up the volume of the blasphemous drama,
to the youth of our nation with demoralizing trauma.
But In the silence there is One crying,
to save a lost world from an eternity's dying.
Salvation free for all, for a blood that's still spilling,
for the passion of our Christ, a price paid at His willing.
There's a truth of discerning, solid, and stable,
of a grace that is present, willing and able.
In the bloom of a flower, a body of water that's glistening,
the cry of God's heart heard by those who are listening.
On top of the mountains, in the sprint of gazelles,
In the roars of the lion, the ring of church bells.
Across the great skyways, there's an artful distinction,
clouds filled with His tears, for the mankind extinction.
Listen, in the stillness, the longing connection,
the loving story of an eternal detection,
In the first beat of the heart, the first kick of an infant,
the last breath of a loved one, a life gone in an instant.
From the miraculous, the spectacular, amazing with thunder,
to the smallest unnoticeable miracle wonder,
Listen, I beseech you, and you will hear,
a love heard in heart, and not with the ear,
In the silence.
Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part One)
As the Raven cross into the dark pits
Those in torment went into heaving fits
Its shrieking calls, alarms even down there
Far worse its image to dying souls scare
With great trepidation some turned to Poe
Begging, master far away make it go
Poe only smiled, saying, come now my pet
I have far, far sweeter work for you yet.
As Raven lands on Poe's black-stone table
Spits out two bloody and half eaten hands
Asks, does this remind you of that fable
Promising keys to kingdom's treasured lands
Given to a man willing and able
Freeing princess, her captor's sword withstand
Where death's deeds and bloody might enables
Morbid masterpieces of art so grand.
From all around, their banter brought loud moans
From wretched sinners in that dark hell cast
Raven spoke in wicked, evil tones
I toyed with her, to make my pleasure last
Poe commanded, Raven, please no more of that
We are here to enjoy the pleasant scenes
And in our deep joy, grow lazy and fat
Let us not her poor soul thus so demean.
Raven again spoke, come now we need pain
And louder wailing that soothes a black heart
For what good is torture if has no gain
Or tearful pleadings that come as it starts
Master, order yon' demon band to play
For I shall fly above and watch you dance
Let us enjoy sadder cries on this day
With evil's first bride, a little romance.
Poe then rose to do as his pet wanted
Poe laughed and said, Raven dear, please be nice
Let not our blackened pride thus be flaunted
When bit better decorum would suffice.
With that he motioned demon band to play
Its favorite and first great monstrous hit
As waiting victims begged that they may
Have some relief from their torturous fits.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below)
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Listen, big man! Listen big man! Listen, it is you God calling;
So, stop, stop procrastinating! Just stop procrastinating!
Have you not been out - of - place and purpose, for too long?
Christ is waiting; willing and able, to make you strong.
Arise, big man! Arise, seek purpose; fulfill your destiny;
To ensure the betterment of your marriage, and your family.
Stand firm, on Zion’s sure, precious, Stone foundation;
For your beloved country: from generation to generation.
Big man, listen! Big man, listen! Listen, to God’s calling;
Now’s the time: a new season awaiting; brooding, beckoning.
Faithfully love your wife, as Christ loves His beloved Body;
Daily and sincerely, make her a topic of intimate study.
Then, and only then; will she submit to your every desire;
And, your marriage will surely, always be on fire.
Big man; lift your head up, and pull yourself together;
Christ has more for you than, your mind can gather.
Big man it is you; it is you, big man, that God’s calling;
Stop! Stop, I said; Stop waiting, delaying, slumbering.
Daily and diligently, teach your children the biblical truth;
Every boy and girl: from suckling babe, to energetic youth.
Teach them to hide the Word of God, in their heart;
Train them, how they should go; and they will never depart.
From them; you will surely have obedience and respect;
As Christ, faithfully makes all things, in Him, “perfect.”
Big man, listen, listen carefully big man, it is God calling;
Arise! Arise, big man, you must now begin activating.
Return to being the priest of the home and head of your wife;
It is easy; just make Christ, the centre, and head, of your life.
Return to fasting and fervent praying, without ceasing;
It is after God you must now be hungering and thirsting.
The Enemy will not win, when you take your place, big man;
Victory! Victory! Victory, through you; is God’s divine plan.
By
Dion Penville
Young man, that is not good enough, just not good enough;
Seek the Lord; fulfill purpose, don’t just huff and puff.
You looking all big and bad; but, inside you are very sad;
Jesus’ joy will make you strong and extremely glad.
No more, no more playing: dan-man, bad man, macho-man;
Christ can see through you; you hurting, young man.
Young man, young man it is time to seek God’s kingdom;
Resist the enemy; salvation gives you complete freedom.
It is not good enough, young man, that is not good enough;
Listen carefully to this straight gaff; this is truth, no laugh.
Surely, it is just not good enough to follow Gaza and Gully;
They are detestable and degrading: complete and utter folly.
Why you diss-ing and killing you friends and other men;
When all they want is for you to line their pockets for them?
Stop! Stop shedding blood; don’t you know what is the price?
What will you say, young man; what will you tell Christ?
Good enough!?! It is surely, not good enough young man;
Why? Why? Why, all of the sex, **** and masturbation?
Why, young man; why, have you not read the Holy Word?
Young man, your body is the temple of the Living God.
“Let these things not be named among you” is for every youth;
Listen; then, carefully observe and obey; this biblical truth.
Take care and be aware; there is a time and place for sex;
It is better to marry than to burn; don’t get the deadly hex.
You need to seek what is good enough, seek God’s truth;
Remember, now, the Creator, in the days of your youth.
Christ is always willing and able to save and to preserve;
His grace is sufficient; though we don’t even deserve.
Lift your head, prodigal, it’s time to return to the Father;
To God the Father; all lost sheep, Jesus came to gather.
Repent, young man, and Jesus will blot out every sin;
Then, young man, then, against the enemy, you will win.
By
Dion Penville
We heard her before we saw her not because she was loud but because she was close,
she anchored herself making her presence felt; we paid the cashier and were about to leave
with our easy day shopping. She asks the man behind the counter if there was a vacancy at
this convenience supermarket (how modest are these retailers compared with their uber
shop assistants) that elsewhere 'let her and others go', as though a treat like a parent
telling a teen, 'OK you can go to the gig'. We turned. We knew her. She was short in
stature but long in confidence. The counter man boss countered in politely, pleasantly, that
he would if he could, when we intervened saying that we would recommend her
employment - thinking that as customers, as shareholders - that employers give a toss!
Ah the necklace! That's the difference, a sign of confidence, of individuality too; or what the
hell until I'm employed again, 'I'm free!' of the clock, under the bosses under pressure,
mates who are not so matey after all, of the tedium of the job classified by the uber
class 'unskilled'. Have you ever come across a job without any skill?!
The necklace, a symbol of her and ours encirclement by the cash nexus by whichever
system of obtaining our daily bread in today's world the least worst that has been devised-
yet - so fulfilling in so many ways: going home well satisfied with bringing the goodies
home to our families, to be well satisfied with the day's work or to moan because it has
been a damned dog day like yesterday as tomorrow will be, but keeping poverty at bay.
In these isles never have so many been in work (even if in a part -time, poorly paid, non
unionised world should shock Walesa) but to anyone on the Dole willing and able to work,
unemployment is a 100%.
May her necklace beads bode well for work for this hard working woman!
May her necklace beads bode well for this hard working woman moan
War for our souls
Inexplicable reason crying foul,
Final war for - the soul of man
The ironic scarcity of happiness
Mass contract killing sanctioned, tho allowed
And simply, all, just because
- they can..?
Search for neither limit bound
Across the Earth dimensions fold,
For spiritual trap - nonetheless
In pictures, movies, of Cabaal
Trickery, sorcery forever sold
manufactured wars through constant lies
Promoting, funding - of all sides
Conflict of purpose truth be told
Ignoring victims and their cries
Banksters printing, Profit making
FIAT currency usuary system
Maintaining undue persistent stress
Corporates in unison with
government a formality
This their form - insipid totality
Choosing their vehicle to oppress
Pandemic nonsense lying stats,
why would they want this - for us?
Revealing, but exposed no less
We cannot carry on in this way,
cycle of torment to ourselves
Prediction now of man's success
All wars satanic so they say
But most poignantly now, this final one, though it never relented, it never went away..,
Are all deniers idiotic then?
Or does their salary then depend
on such intended pay for play..
Rhetorical license words suspend,
All the things that however defile us, including private and mass hysteria,
And disbelief - amongst other things, to which there appears no end,
Freed from mesmerised compliant inertia,
For spiritual Gnosis be regained,
But willing and able all shall pass,
Protect oneself properly, the one true intellectual property, that always had remained,
Entire matrix paradoxical lies
Nothing is lost, but yet forbidden
to the unknowing crippled masses,
- remember..
All is possible
Although it is yet,
all..
- still hidden.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
During covid 19 lockdown
October 2020
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Tiny eggs rest-
ing on the vine
produced by
Mother Earth,
when touched
by man cre-
ates body and
life. As you
mature in the
belly of aged ripe
oak, like a baby in the
womb. You develop sturdy
legs that slowly slither down the
side of my glass after each sultry
sip. Born in different regions all over
the world and of different races. Red
or white, Syrahs, Shirazs, Cabernets,
Chardonnays, Sometimes a blend; all
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bottled up, full of potential to be the
next best thing in a market or in
a magazine. I pick you up and play-
fully swirl you around. I breathe you
in and smell the sweet earthy notes
you play in my nose. You’re a
Maestro! Entrancing my senses with
hints of berries, spices and deep
dark red chocolate. Some grow up
to be very sassy or somewhat
sophisticated. Of course, some are
more delicate and delightful than
others, sometimes one bad grape
can spoil the whole barrel. Always
willing and able to make the most
arrogant of dinner parties more
interesting and inviting. Our nights
full of sin, soon to be confessed and
forgiven tomorrow. You truly are
the blood of Christ!