THE VAN GONE MUSEUM
A gleaming, extravagant building.
Filled with jewels of art.
The brainless herd pile in at
their allotted time slot. No thoughts
Zombie tourists flock into the Van
Gogh museum. It doesn’t matter
how many nationalities are there.
Everyone does the same.
Observers drone from one gallery
to another.
Their eyes not even focusing on the
painstaking art.
The portraits and landscapes stare
back at the viewer in
disbelief and disgust.
Please comprehend what I am.
The constant shutter of a camera
can be heard but not the slightest
intellectual thought can be even
fathomed amongst them.
Those photos they taken cannot
even echo the detail of the brush stroke
or slight colour difference.
They are a false facsimile at best.
The painting now a lifeless corpse.
A digital copy is what remains on a
seldom used SD card.
Never to be looked upon again.
A gravity trudges the cattle toward
the famous sunflowers ; not for
artistic merit but for bragging
rights and social media selfies
Although Van Gogh is long dead, it
seems apparent his legacy, his art,
his life’s work is now
Van Gone….
Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
Night trains' theatre
Saturday to Sunday, after midnight going home, the restaurant closed
Walk to the station, get on Bond Street, the train works, takes me home,
Change at Baker Street from Jubilee line to Metropolitan line, fast walk
In the stations and subways walked people cheerfully, men and women
Time after night, hmm, happy people traveled in the carriage, past time
Hmm, bombastic amazing ladies, they talked cheerfully and just laughed
Night Train movie, this is one of the theatres in my life. Watching the life,
on the trains. People, passengers, young, old, different nationalities
Hmm, colorful existence is a tale in life. Nothing, everything is life.
Wembley Park Station
Arriving to home
The theatre closed
as is now fashionable
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity
and relive me from my life’s tedium
entering lucid trance in the vast void
instantly my soul guide appeared
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared
in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate time and again
once love’s imbibed our ego is shorn
he then took me into past lives I lived
genders and nationalities rotated
each touch felt was displayed
soul seeking to be liberated
I saw my beliefs were fickle
depending on culture born into
yet in each life my heart sparkled
feeling rhythm of God’s breath renew
I exited the session feeling much wiser
knowing God as pure love and light
He wants us to become as He
heightening bliss delight
A- Appreciate the love between you
B- Believe in their inner beauty
C- Console them when needed
D- Delight in their presence!
E- Encourage their works and dreams
F- Faithful-not a sometimes friend
G- Give to them, more than you receive
H- Hug them with joy and gratefulness
I- Integrity with them in a must in all matters
J- Jump at every chance to celebrate their success
L- Love them not only as they are, but for the blessing, they are to you
M- Merriment must be shared, as often as you can,
N- Nirvvana~let the peace of Nirvana bless you
O- Optimism be your shared outlook
P- Play your hearts out!
R- Respect each other's point of view
S- Sunshine! Do be this to one another!
T- Treat each other’s hearts with kindness
U- Uplift them...when they are lonely or down
V- Vim, provide plenty to each of them
W- Well-being in you both is a must
X- Xenophile you must love all nationalities
Y- Yearn for each others happiness
Z- Zest, be the spirit residing in each of you
1/25/2024
Author Dana Redricks
December 12, 2023
In the realm of colors, where rainbows reside,
There's a shade that holds stories, deep and wide.
Black, a fusion of hues, a cosmic embrace,
Where diversity blooms, a captivating space.
Within its ebony embrace, unity thrives,
A tapestry of races, where harmony survives.
For black births nationalities, a vibrant array,
A testament to humanity's diverse ballet.
Africa, the cradle, the heartbeat of our kind,
Where roots intertwine, and heritage we find.
From ebony's depths, the motherland emerges,
A symphony of cultures, where history surges.
In our eyes, we see differences, a kaleidoscope so vast,
But beneath the surface, we're united, steadfast.
For we're one people, bound by a common thread,
A part of the human race, by Yahweh's hand led.
So let us celebrate black, a rainbow's fusion,
Where colors intertwine, in perfect resolution.
Embrace the diversity, let love be our guide,
For black is the essence, where humanity resides.
Written By: D. Collins 11/22/23
With war crimes against Putin, we were aggressively absolute.
Yet, seeing cities being leveled, the loudspeaker has gone mute.
I hear this talk about "interests" while women and children die.
As if the only thing that matters are the lost Israeli lives.
The world consists of many religions and nationalities.
I give credence to them all, not just the Israelis.
They speak of tunnels under Gaza, Hamas use for warfare.
Then, we come to find out the Israelis put them there.
America should really re-assess where it is coming from.
Stop deep-throating and speaking with a forked tongue.
The entire world is watching and totally tuned in.
All empires fall because they were spread too thin.
The four-instrument orchestra
plays oldies and my favorite aria,
the listeners of different ages watch Debby,
the lovely violinist, who earns their instant sympathy;
they applaud and donate quarters and dollars
for a cause that enriches every life changed by songs!
Raise your flag of victory,
in those crowded squares of different nationalities,
skin color is not seen, you only feel equality;
express great joy and defeat monstrosity!
Raise the flag of victory,
even haters get tired of their anger and madness!
Music unites and understanding creates harmony,
ask Debby why she loves playing music for the crowds;
her surprising answer will be, " I make them happy,
the reward is not money but a brave act of humanity;
my lively music makes their feet move frantically:
it's zest for life, it's gratefulness shown in smiles! "
Raise the flag of victory
whenever you achieve another outstanding goal;
whenever your pride makes you walk very tall!
Raise your flag of victory,
nobody besides you can change reality;
beating the odds is not an impossibility!
Is it just me or
Has anyone notice that
The USA is gradually becoming
A communist country
What happened to free speech
Now you're being ordered
By new laws, telling you
What you can and cannot say
Even a woman's right has been
Taken away, with new laws making the
Decisions for her against her free will
All because of an old law that was revamp
Now new laws are being created
Against the LGBT community
Who has been around for decades
A child will grow up to be
What's inside of them
In the past and the present
We have all kinds of people
And nationalities that no one will
Ever change, no matter who it is
And it will remain that way long after
We are gone, because this world
Belongs to GOD!!!
Bright as the first, star that twinkles each night.
Like your Mother, Helen, you are committed to make this nation right!
You work hard at polls, for years, to see that everyone stays free…..
All colors, nationalities, you are not just a mouthpiece for “equity!”
Loni~ so proud to have a spiritual, patriotic Cousin like you.
You love people of all religions……be they a Christian or a Jew!
Kindness, grace and humility are your daily American fare.
Never looking for free food or free phones. for the government to spare.
God and your large family, form the center of your humble life.
Keeping you free from self-pity, selfishness or daily strife.
Blessd to be your…….
Cousin Pangie
11/11/2022
Love is forever peaceful
never letting go, a touch of
heaven, flowing free.
Love is forever growing
among all nationalities
within all of us.
Love is forever blooming
bright and fresh, drifting
through time.
Love is not make-believe it's
free, never holding on, love
lives within each of us, all we
need to do is go within.
Love is a lasting inspirational
glow, lighting every soul to
shine brighter through our
universe of understanding
and knowledge.
Love power of existence
multiplies over and over
again, till we remember who we
have always been when we find
our higher consciousness, our
higher-self.
Love is the reason we should always
shine our light, the most powerful
emotion existing.
Nationalities come
Nationalities grow
Where coffee's come
More nation's grow
To see them now
we feel they've left
What home for them
was far and blessed
So how can they
be coffee friend
To all our country's
hate at them
For leaving home
when we want too
For home a love
We stare at you
And some still know
that home is there
You can say they come
and fare
Though death for one
has you to aim
Your hate; your friend
you feel the same
When all who say
you're not alone
Know home for call
is there and own
What you will have
as loving ground
Of friend close by
and top of sound
To hear the heart
of he who says
I love you for
the ones I'm pressed
To be as home
where chairs will sit
On solid ground
with closeness pritt
Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC
Sam Adams
Had never been
To the Holocaust Museum,
Despite the fact
He had lived
And worked in DC for decades
One day after he retired
He said to himself
It was long past time
To finally see the holocaust museum
He went the week
After Charleston,
When the mob had chanted,
Jews will not replace us.
The museum affected him deeply
He had just confirmed
Through DNA
That he had at least 10 percent
Jewish ancestry
Among the 18 other nationalities
Swirling among these bloodlines
Sam Adams was concerned
Those elements of antisemitism
We’re emerging among
The MAGA crowd.
But he dismissed
The fears that Trump
Was another Hitler
As liberal hyperbole
It could not happen here
A new holocaust
Would never happen
But now he was not so sure
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I've spent my entire life avoiding
becoming a material man, the
tentacles of competition growing out
of my heart, fed by the springs of my
soul...
functioning as some mythical creature, lassoing
and capturing passing ships of my environment,
controlling my reach of eternal sea –
it is the disease of the spirit,
not to nurture, but to conquer....
Statesmen are not politicians,
the scourge of humanity
leaders are not dictators nor kings
missing a crown of thorns,
the crown of love...one cannot love
the world and God in the same heart
of experience...
to govern...to rule...
is to remain slave to your Body of Fears....
(We live within our lines (EXPRESSIONS)...tracks on our arms, neighborhoods, political parties, nationalities and wealth (which is thought to be safety and power -- what we don't do in abundance, is live WITHIN Christ's body -- a body of pure love)
By the ocean I stand
On a hot sandy beach
My feet are bare and I wear a violet summer dress
Beside, in front and behind me are people of many ages, and nationalities
I feel as if I am just one in a million crabs on this particular day
Soon like the sound of roaring waves
Latin music rumbles out of a radio
An instructor or in my mind leader of the crabs begins to lead us in Zumba,
Like an out of body experience
I am watching my body dancing from the sky
My body relaxes
I am now fully engaged in Zumba
I am now engulfed in the moment
I am laughing, smiling and dancing
I feel free and happy
While enjoying Zumba by the ocean
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