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God Showed Up On Tuesday

God showed up Tuesday
Walked slowly amid His children
Found the doors to his houses locked
The poor huddled in the shadows
Of bell towers that called to no one
Listened to the empty words
Of robed and soul-less orators
Droning in a deafening silence

God wept on Tuesday
Unrecognized
Shunned when he inquired:
“Do you love one another?”
Escorted from the premises
When he whispered:
“Why have you forsaken Me?”

Catherine the Great of Russia

She had no idea what a fantastic legacy of enlightenment she left
She was assertive woman who took no guff from any mortals. 
Her self-confidence was well known; she was feared by men. 
She gladly overthrew her husband and her cousin to get power 

Perhaps she sensed she would only live to the age of sixty-seven.
But she decided she had a lot of work to do. She hired artists and poets.
Surrounded herself with sculptors, dancers, singers and, orators. 
She uplifted women in a variety of ways, bringing them out of their darkness.

She created Smolny Institute,  the first college for women in Europe.
She wanted the others to get ahead like she had when she became Empress.
Catherine earned her name; she surrounded herself with free thinkers.
Her coup d’état paid off; Russia became alive with culture and new ideas.

Catherine was a nurturer, a mother, soon known as Catherine the Great.
Almost four hundred years ago, and yet we recognize her term as golden.
Still to this day, we call her reign “the Golden age of Russia”.
A versatile, liberal minded woman who traded her wifehood for power.

Greek Orator Demosthenes

Demosthenes was 'de most' famous of orators in ancient Greece!

His "Philippics" attacking King Philip of Macedonia is considered a masterpiece!

History recorded this and many other of his incisive orations,

For which he received well-deserved thunderous 'ovulations'!

(Written with considerable tongue in cheek!)

Gratitude: a Choice

An ugly contraption, but you didn’t mind ; a temporary solution of the permanent kind. It served you well in those hard years when you were most unwell, when you needed utility more than beauty, economies more than luxury, and loyalty more than the flattery of perfumed orators.

But now that the barren desert has been crossed, and new shiny things vie to seduce and usurp, will you forget your roots and the old that gave you fruit? Will you join the vast ranks of rakish ingrates? Or will you prove loyal and true, and hold onto the hand of a wilting friend?

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C O U R a G E

C	Children who stand up for what is right.
O	Orators who are careful not to attack certain people.
U	Unity in the form of listening and learning.
R	Responding to everyone in a calm, rational way.
A	Adults who stand up for what is right.
G	Genuine compassion toward your fellow man.
E	Enthusiastically giving everyone an opportunity to speak.

Genocide Party

Persuasive orators deliver
fiery discourses
messages rendered meaningless
for what can be said or heard
when no one listens

Generations of fertile minds
now give rise to contempt
disillusioned by empty words
poisoned with empty promises

Like parasites
unbalanced minds distort truth
destroying all hope for reconciliation
democrats, the party of genocide

Infinite Amber

Thus brighter spots in a deadened swamp
Do become trapped in viscous sap
To remain as unfinished bastions of hope
Stuck infinitely as amber to be marvelled

Twinkling stars in a vast abyss
Orbiting a much larger force
As a spiral galaxy in all of its beauty
Is consumed by the black hole uniting it

To break free and wander away
Leaving gaps in the night sky
With only a healing sunburn to remind us
That they were there to begin with

Thus those great monoliths remain unfinished
Standing strong so long as their base does
A joy to marvel, to attempt to imagine
How beautiful they would have looked

Memories of darker days remain
With orators bringing tales to make them bright
Sounds of construction and joy
Rang true and strong

So here we stand upon a deadened field
Torn towers pointing like fingers
Accusing the sky of misdoings never committed
And darkening the land once more

So I'll trap these sins in amber
And carry them with me for as long as I can
As a small reminder to me alone
That those days were not wasted.

Loyal Or Ingrate

An ugly contraption, but you didn’t mind ; a temporary solution of the permanent kind. It served you well in those hard years when you were most unwell, when you needed utility more than beauty, economies more than luxury, and loyalty more than the flattery of perfumed orators.

But now that the barren desert has been crossed, and new shiny things vie to seduce and usurp, will you forget your roots and the old that gave you fruit? Will you join the vast ranks of rakish ingrates, or will you prove loyal and true, and hold onto the hand of a wilting friend?

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The Judgment Day

Alone will all stand, void of lawyers or mentors
no person will escape from the best orators
chance has no chance, gone is the period of options
human deeds are displayed for reckoning to auction
heaven and hell seated and ready to suction
a judge is on the throne not an arbitrator
who condemns to everlasting pain on any traitor.

Toothless Dragons

Toothless Dragons


And so the toothless dragons roar
tepid flames of apathy staining the air
regurgitated realities revisited
picked at in search of sustenance.

Circling, they do the hating dance
feet spurred to movement  by heat
applied by flaming puppeteers
protecting the strength of their strings.

Moving - the flaccid jaws of acquiescence
beholden to the controller of the strings
paralyzed by the power of weakness
voice-less orators forever pontificating.

Dragons – seeking victory’s defeat
pure fire stolen and defiled
truth’s roar relinquished to their “keeper”
free flight denied to vision’s quest.

There is no power in the grip of power
no freedom in the clutch of lies
no wisdom in the sight of “blinders”
no teeth required of the pabulum fed.



John G. Lawless
10/3/2015

Organization Man

Organization man. In the best sense
creating the environment in which experiments
can be savored and remembered.

Then there is the world of interlocked
organizations. A world of missions and contracts
finely tuned and binding.

Is the formation of associations
as instinctual as nesting and gestation? 
A leader may be one who asks a question.

Or may be one imposing order.
Imposed through consensus and broad shoulders.
Waits, watches, acts his part.

I was impressed by the list of distinguished senators
from Vermont. He placed himself among men, 
orators, imperfect, in history.

We march forward, imperfect in our justice
and compassion. Overriding logic with conscience
sometimes, not often, when it counts.

And mercy. A seemingly irrational, total
abnegation of the markets, rules of war, law.
Good to be so flawed.

Orators

Orators are not operators,
Preachers are not practitioners,
Speakers are not spectators,
Spectators are not speakers!

Kindred

We are like men crazed by hunger

sick of church but hungry for God

this emptiness cannot be mended by mud

this dark, breastless church fuels our anger


Desperate we pursue madly his grace

running after his seemingly eluding prescence

we live lives emptied of lies & silly pretences

that we may intimately see him face to face


We hunger after his peace, power & glory

we tire of inspiring orators selling hope

we tire of enduring & trying to just cope

we desire to rewrite history with our story


We are crazed men set free

by his Spirit we begin afresh to live

above & beyond the realm of strive

we are transformed into he whom we see


Madly in love we are at last

a prophecy of God that has come to past

Melodrama

The melody of our life is made blanch
Dazing our seats by denying us to blare
We are not orators or sorcerers
We are feathers train from the heart
Why is our tone buried in the ranch
When our melody is so sonorous to hear?
We are not trespassing words for lepers
Nor are we to weed the falconers parts 
On the tone is our ditty of ovation
Dear melody, our diary of dialogue
A darling of our locomotion
An era of our useful youthful prologue
A play to watch from the heart in action
A yolk, that may hands for epilogue.

History and Current Affairs

When Hitler wanted to take over Austria
He didn’t have to employ the mafia,
Instead he slyly gave the people a big thrill,
By mandating a national health care bill.
He then became everyone’s hero,
Even if he was a big zero.

Great orators have consistently led nations,
Their passion and charisma met with ovations,
It didn’t make much difference what they said,
Once Truth and common sense were dead.

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