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ECHOING THE DREAM AND OVERCOMING
(A FLOWING TANKA TO DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING)
It’s Doctor King’s Day;
Let’s give him echoing praise:
Nourishing The Dream:-
Through today’s nightmarish threats,
Let’s ensure the Dream’s coming:-
King’s voice echoing
Throughout Sisyphean trials,
We shall overcome:-
We’re as the waxing moon:
Moving onto fulfillment:-
Although King is dead,
His dream streams reality:
Deeply canvassing:-
Oh yes, dreams do become true;
Dying, he canvassed his will:-
On that balcony,
Where King was freely murdered,
A deep canvas echoed
From that balcony-mountain:
“I’ll be gone, but you'll get there.”
Martin sowed a dream;
Nightmares are not to be reaped:-
You reap what is sown:
We’ll reap from Martin’s garden;
Not from Donald’s plowed cesspool:-
Reaping King’s harvest,
Up the mountaintop we go:
Our eyes on the prize:-
Our Drum Major echoing,
We shall [indeed], overcome:-
If George Martin was the 5th,
as alleged,
and Yoko (possibly) the 6th,
as was said,
is AI the 7th Beatle
now John and George are both dead?
Altho' John, Paul, George, Ringo & AI
doesn't have quite the same ring to it,
'Now And Then', from 1979,
was a 2023 megahit.
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Wittenberg whispers in winter’s hush,
where Martin Luther’s voice once burned the air:
A winter walk, the frostbitten air~
Martin Luther walked beneath the pines,
his breath a ghost in winter’s teeth.
He witnessed a net of light flung everywhere~
stars, like nails, pinned heaven
to the evergreen boughs~
unfurling his sermon:
How shall the weary heart be warmed?
The question hung in the pews like frosted breath.
Jesus’ hands reached out to lift the darkness, the storm,
and so shall you~
crown the evergreen boughs
with tongues of flame.
Each slender candle, small but bold,
shall be a fragile army in the darkness.
No fortress stands, no sword shall be swung,
just wax and wick~
representing Jesus’ endless light
brought into your homes.
Centuries have turned; yet, still they gleam~
glass bulbs and twinkling lights flicker,
retelling of that night.
Christmas trees stand where darkness descends~
not to outshine the star’s old beam,
but to whisper:
Here the darkness ends.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.—my noble brother of freedom and peace,
Peace and justice ringing from mountaintops like consecrated chapel bells,
Bells resounding high and low across the hilltops and the valleys below,
Below, where the meek and humble gathered to sow their seeds of faith.
Faith, small as a mustard seed, yet mighty enough to move great mountains—
Mountains of despair overturned through the pursuit of equality and justice for all,
All God’s created people, without exception, endowed with equal human rights,
Rights granted by the Creator to all humanity in our blessed pursuit of happiness.
Happiness and freedom flowing from God’s love into the heart of humanity—
Humanity awakened to equal justice, righteousness, dignity, and emancipation,
Emancipation and representation earnestly sought, courageously fought, and won,
Won through radiant visions of hope shedding luminescent light upon the weary.
Light filled with saving grace from above, restoring strength to the brokenhearted,
Blessings from the Creator—bestowed upon those fashioned for everlasting love.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Ph.D., Epulaeryu Master. All Rights Reserved. December 1, 2025.
“Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King
Let the light of the Lord shine despite night
Warming cold souls illuminating dark sky
Making a beautiful bouquet in desert times
Bringing new vision new meaning to the blind
Be the reason someone can have hope
With head up encouraged even though
In another way at end of reality’s rope
Given new ideas and techniques to cope
You don’t have to know it all
Humanity is in us heed the call
Compassion is a coat in fall
Wear it, be warm, stand tall
Send me a pillow that you dream on, standing on the corner in a tuxedo suit
Dean Martin is a hero, and a singer to boot
Memories are made of this makes me smile so wide too
As does listening to you’re nobody til somebody loves you,
Fly me to the moon, so wonderful, the lyrics fine.
Everybody loves somebody, reminds me of me and mine.
Standing on the corner, joyful memories are made of this
Remembering Dean Martin’s songs feels like a kiss
NELLA’S BLESSING
We’ve all heard Martin Luther King Jr.’s words…
If we didn’t hear him speak them we’ve all had chance to read them…
but if we haven’t paid attention to them before…
now, more than ever, may we be blessed to heed them.
It was 1967 in a lecture at the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church
in Montgomery, Alabama…When Martin said…
In the end
we will remember not the words of our enemies…
but the silence of our friends…
Here comes a generation of substance.
Trouble lies, her name is Constance
Future of tomorrow caught with substance
Imagine Janet, Judith, Tiktok for instance.
Looking Hot another name for Misconduct.
Tell Angela Martins I have her product.
She ordered ring light for brightness
With a future filled with darkness.
Technology is sweeter than Candy,
Sweeter than the candy I gave to Andy.
Teenagers teenaging in Advancement,
With rationality reduced to Entertainment.
Tiktok, Facebook and Whatsapp,
Nigerians are lost in you dear App.
Tell them what you're meant for,
Lest we dance wastefully to Old age.
Charlie Martin was always fart’n
Thanks to his mama, Mrs. Martin
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Never salt, sugar, or anything with crunch
Baked beans, lima beans, chili beans too
Sometimes in a Shepard’s pie, sometimes in a stew
Kid who sits in school in Martin’s row
Says Martin's beanie aroma curls his big toe
A skunk is not as offensive, said Little Gee
I bet at four o’clock his mama serves bean tea.
Charlie Martin knew he was stinky.
But his input in home menus was really dinky.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."—Martin Luther King Jr.
Honoring Dr King
Loneliness
Odious
Violence
Eliminator
The "Trilogy of Non-Violence" advocates peacefully uplift humanity
Humanity is to behold a peaceful way of overcoming the struggle of life.
Life, where all souls are valuable and with love are diminishing hate
Hate! Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. states, "Driven out by the light."
Light of the world for humanity to see shining bright, eliminating darkness
Darkness, which Attorney Nelson Mandela survived in gloomy dungeons.
Dungeon of despair, trying to rent his humility, spirit, and soul without relent
Relent, he withstood, overcame with God's grace, seeking peace, not revenge!
Revenge develops turmoil in humanity's mind and soul—"So agonizing!"
Agonizing the spirit to do ill will toward others without peace—Violence!
Violence Attorney Mahama Gandhi pronounced is inferior to non-violence
Non-violence is strength emanating from an indomitable will of humanity.
Humanity diligently erased images of the beast, displaying its ugly appearance,
Rev. Dr. King, Jr. Attorneys Mandela and Gandhi defeating such ugliness!
Opponent of satan, 10 languages spoken
Attended a pontif, imperfect service; yet not token
Broke out of conforming of evils adorning
Claiming satan's enthronement; anti atonement'
An edifiying of confusion under skirts of illusions
In the 60s such took place, I note it a Diss-grace.!
Her curves are seductive,
Her purr radioactive
Quite the lady by day, sultry vixen at night,
A head turning beauty, a heart stopping sight.
She's no wilting flower, alluring and coy,
Aloof yet inviting, her masterful ploy;
To gaze is to want her, for most a rare dream,
Like hands cupping water from a fast-moving stream.
But to us the most blessed
With her so obsessed
She's an object of joy,
Sublime art form - no toy.
By and by as we share
She shows us to dare
To join in her verve
And prove we deserve.
And now we walk together while holding each other's hands.
Back then, our unity remained undiscovered.
Although you had other plans,
that you pushed through while you suffered.
You marched ahead for rights that were left behind.
Making sure the next generations wouldn't have to
It earned you a Nobel Peace Prize, one of your greatest finds.
And lead you to realise, that your community grew.
You made a difference like none before.
You were considered 'great'.
Until your head hit the floor,
in 1968.
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