You do not know
of who I am
and yet you brush me broadly.
These shoes I wear
and all I've seen
to wit,
has helped to shape me.
Presumptive you
without a clue
your arrogance astounding!
I do not care,
your thought's are skewed
distorting who I might be.
This brush you use
accusingly,
bristled with ignorance.
Just who I am
or choose to be
your brush
does not define me!
An inner joy of slow spring rise
it dances a trot with late cold
weatherman is presumptive bold
wisely wheeling announces nigh
Dream garden awakes undisguised
an inner joy of slow spring rise
hangs itself up over hedge fence
beauty arrives in flimsy sense
We flit out of seasons changing
red butterflies flutter dancing
an inner joy of slow spring rise
in wood cabin room curls surprise
Last few tasks of winter now gone
dissolving barren bleakness worn
floating away in green grass dawn
an inner joy of slow spring rise
_____________________________
Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!
Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left to gather.
He exposes Ai's warriors-
The burning city behind,
The ravine in front,
The king of Ai is a fool,
Leaving the city undefended.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
There can be no refuge,
When there's no Substitute,
When Yahweh attacks His enemies."
Why the curved sword, Son of Man?
"The Earth's harvest is ripe,
I must reap swiftly and fully!
Big Lie Country will be reaped,
The Son will proceed to judge,
Earth's bad grapes are over-ripe!
I will swing the curved sword,
Gather in the bad grapes,
And toss them into the wine press!
Fools say there is no God,
Calling evil good and good evil.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
The rocks cannot hide them,
When they reject the Substitute,
When the Son attacks His enemies."
Then I saw the winepress of God,
Where the blood of bad grapes
Reached the height of horses' bridles
For a distance of 200 miles.
But blessed are those,
Who die in the Lord,
For there's no sin in Him.
Our Substitute redeems!
How do i explain the way i care for u
What do i do for you
I am wreath in smile to say that you are the one
Who give me positive in the day of negative
You give me hope in the day of hopeless
You pet me when am talking by myself
You are the one my baobba tree in the desert
You are the one the heir apparent not presumptive
I cherich you like my ancestral heirloom
what ever sign you are under zodiac
I believe my sign will match yours
you are like nomadic who cares for his cattle
from the day you enter my life
i know you are my soul provider
Braced upon Scriptural perspective
propelled along divine directive
my poetic mind stays assertive
showing celestial prerogative
throne in heaven --- indeed positive!!!
Heaven’s throne is supremely active
as God reigns, perfectly effective
working wisely midst loving motive
granting grace so appropriative
with mercy and truth’s preservative.
Bible states “mansions*” --- definitive
thus, being curiously perceptive
joyful fellowship forever--- never presumptive…
well, what’s sure is heaven’s objective:
to serve as eternal home, festive!!!
*John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
November 5, 2021
Claudio and Don Pedro view Hero's bedroom window.
They see what they believe is Hero loving Borrachio.
The woman is actually someone named Margaret in disguise.
This was all staged to perpetrate deceptive lies.
All of this is something Claudio finds hard to believe.
Pity these things should happen on their wedding eve.
Claudio concludes from watching this scene
that Hero is not chaste and unclean.
This presumptive belief deeply hurts Claudio.
He plans to publicly disgrace Hero tomorrow.
Based on the play "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare
Introducing the Democrats' presumptive Presidential nominee
A fine, decent, virtuous family man, Mr. Joseph Biden
What's this? Sexual assault charges?
Hmph! Another sexual predator in hidin'
Look, we know
The silent screams of yesterday moan on
Between the quiet dances with
Some random God Queen.
All days are like this.
All dogs love this.
Here it is:
Straight from the center of Heartbreak America.
The undulating weirdness that is all and
Our unifying impulse to label all of the "is all."
While yesterday hurls invectives,
Future gently nudges with a
Presumptive smile,
A scheming brain.
Now beat it. Just beat it.
Be there for your microwave.
Avoid going insane.
Take heart this is your only life
With this inexcusable amount of strife.
Let us not singular sinfiltrate our
over dosed mind measures
of all our predisposed socio-patterened
downfalls we have domesti-inherited
from our DNA dumb nulls un an
appreciated elders of **** ascent
beings of a post/past anointed anomalied
bereavements pushing presumptive
present tense postured atrocities
future follied fornitude frenzies to
cry contain those all ever after brazen
generations to live sideways in tune
to ever realize a coaxial junction
a dead conscience to staid to survive,
to sly to reveal and to nominal to be normal
to contain/re-contain those all ever after
gonad generations. Maybe a sideways pill pattern to
open me up before xmas, a corpse closed purpose
concentric of nerve present equal-eulogized
venture void with empty filled shakers of self.
My body is a liquid
that keeps your glass half full
I'm merely there to fill the gap
between episodes of a screenplayed life
the need for symmetry
is overdrawing a story
were us could be presumptive
like you said
those expectations were my mirroring
so your repulsion stepped out to the scene
now we're sitting each in his corner
shrunken
as the vertical thoughts aim the heart harder
like a drone
released with purpose
absolved of liability
from the shelves of my soul
you're removing belonging titles
stacking your books
while happiness in this head is playing a tennis match
in front of an empty grandstand
I'm not standing
you've lent my nature disrupting the statics
I stand no more
I'm floating between this viscous heart
and knowledge that for me you're nefarious
preparing your clean exit
I'll sweep hidden agenda letters
which were adjusting to all of my lightheartednesses
you've turned the light off
and my heart became raspy
as you kept introducing roles in this performance
curtain is lowered
I'm bringing us to the end
It was a gift of history astounding
in its surge upon my afternoon of rest;
in subtlety they came, a basket unannounced,
filled with clusters of presumptive nanoseconds
gathered there before me, raw and wild,
and clearly mine to be.
It was too much, although I knew
that they claimed no solidity and rivaled
none of all the trinkets that I had.
No lenses were of any use to sort them
yet I found myself in awe to know
that each had clusters of its own.
That side effect--proof of infinity!
I dare opine
that such a moment is not mine alone,
and thus invite my readers here
to set aside the trite, the tedium,
the hopeless resolution to despair,
for there within the opening you create
is endless light.
~
Hillary Presumptive Democratic Nominee
Sounds like a disease her supporters
like me are infected by.
Where She wants to be
Is Presumptive Nominee
Heard said with much glee.
James Excited Delighted Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Spare me ill-considered thoughts
and tales of the enlightened sage
whose very basis of belief
arose in palpable assemblage
one late summer evening
while listening to his ringing ears,
as he lay soaking naked in a tub.
And holy writ of nether world—
its commands and promises
now in language thrice removed—
misunderstood when first uttered
in scarce remembered ancient tongue,
yet presumptive literal masters
hasten to opine.
Absurdities compound,
interstices of mind—
vacuformed and stolid—
deny calm reason’s abstract,
and flee truth’s sanctum,
dogma in their fond embrace,
awash in its decrepitude.
Humanity thus
in thrall of Mesmer’s haunt
sustains a tortured cadence
of greed, dishonesty and graft,
which now in tawdry bloat ascends,
as if arms of gods on the empyrean sphere
would open wide to greet.
Consider well and ponder such severely,
who would transcend the veil,
for wisdom gained and love prolonged
will surely ease the transit.
And those who favored having over being?
Their cherished worth is fled.
Their hubris now dismissed.
As the belief systems implode upon themselves,
as the identities crash to their foundations… I am emptied~
The dark night has, as always, been the creatrix of awakenings~
Death has once again birthed a formless form, an energy spin~
I am the ashes upon the altar of the beloved~
I am the chaos which consummates completion~
I am the beginning and the end and all that lay between~
The spiral dance weaves not for completion,
spins eternity’s web of seeming life and death~
Always coming home, always home…all ways,
even as the trickster comes to sup~
To serve empty eternal promises and presumptive peace~
Presence offers moments of elusive rest between the harsh
breaths of this mortal majesty~
Divine feminine and Holy masculine, united, bound, bonded,
joined as one… paired for the last dance…omega~
Nowhere, Now Here to go.. I go, never having left…
Nothing, No Thing to do, I remain beyond loss and gain~
Be… I Am~
Satprem~
Copyright © 2015
To publicly stand against any of God's Law
And in turn tempting all of society to perilously fall
Leading blindly, so presumptive as you trample about
Is that not arrogance when in God's Own Face you legislate doubt
Contradicting His every Word
At least that is all that I seem to have heard
Thus we can not practice what you preach
For it is only the Lord Jesus that we shall ever beseech
And in your audacity I can see your swagger
As in the evil act of abortion, You are the dagger
And as you continue to drift further and further away
Now this whole country has lost it's entire way
Your judgment shall be of the most severe
As His condemnation of such acts is very, very clear
Oh all those you misguided they shall be judged too
But not so nearly as harsh as will be You
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