Puritans Poems

Bonfire night

5th of November 
Bonfire night
Why is it we remember
Guy fawkes set it alight

5th of November 
Anti establishmentarian
Parliament a burning ember
Observance of many puritans

A plot was foiled
To blow up house of Lords
Guy fawkes plan spoiled
With dynamite and swords

Nowadays celebrated by a bonfire
The release of fireworks
Pay homage to the people's sire
I think it's berserk

Not a party pooper 
Loud bangs scare this writer

Also animals can scatter
Guy fawkes was mad as a hatter

His attempt to overthrow was thwarted
Stood by dynamite he was caught
Sentenced to death and live in the tower
That's what happen if you go against power

Nothing really has changed
We're still locked up in chains
Speak out or scream and shout
You will be banned or taken out

No more posting on social media
You end up arrested for schizophrenia
The world nowadays hazy gone crazy
Smoke screens and lies make it hazy

Back to topic Guy fawkes
Never allowed to enter talks
He wasn't happy with the Lords 
So got his rebels and drew thier swords

Halloween Madness

ghoulish gray ghosts gather in Galloway Gallows
girls scouts come by with Hersheys and marshmallows
goblins and ghouls stand around in the moors
hoping one of them will drop their tasty Smores

wily wild Wisconsin witches whisk by on Brookside brooms
tormenting the others, flying in and out of the rooms
we normals are quick to make excuses and leave
purple purebred puritans provide plenty of peeve

Vbt Practice 45 of 112

This practice involving copulation seems taboo
Whilst all it asks of us to unendingly renew
Cessation of action just at the point of fructification 
Purity of intent choosing instead kundalini ascension

Or if the act ends in orgasmic climax of union
Breath should be retained within in celebration

No exhalation

For the puritans the practice asks for cessation
Between the urge to act and it’s actual culmination
In an aspect meditative 
Intuitive
The pause between cognition and association ...
The gap between memory recollection & anticipation ...

Disclaimer: 

Such is the practice in the scriptures so written
If it does not resonate we needn’t do as bidden 
Why on this meditation alone dwell
When we can choose from one hundred & twelve

And yet if we would know the truth stark
We should walk without fear in the dark

17-August-2020

A Brief History of the Land of Opportunity

A long time ago 'twas, ships set sail
  For in England and on the Continent
Certain folks were doomed sure to fail

They were Puritans, the 'wrong religion'
  Or hewers of wood, down on their role
Like drawers of water, low on the totem pole

They came to Massachusetts and sunny Virginia
  Uncharted lands, filled with large dreams
Where they'd find a way for their plans and their schemes

Sadly, some died, in the harsh clutches of winter
  Other pulled through, a-hunting and fishing
Planting maize and potatoes, Thanksgiving-wishing

They'd escaped the caste system that had kept them down
  In "New England" they built farms, orchards, and towns

                          **********

Now the years have whizzed by, over 400 in all
  We descendants no longer stand so proud or so tall
The caste system our ancestors fled has been replaced
  By an equally cruel one, based on money and race

Usa Prayer: Forgive Us All Dear Lord

Freedom is America's middle name; one is missing ... FORGIVENESS
LORD, please be with USA now, you are the NOW God. America needs U
"Others" feel hated, berated, executed by cop, or racial bias. Bless us
YOU know us! You blessed Pilgrims and Puritans, Quakers & Penn
Do it again LORD. Many like Rhonda are weeping ... U heard Rachel

Shalom, shalOM. The LORD will hear if we repent. Read (google) 2 CHRONICLES 7:14 (Old Testament). God forgave our Fathers their repeated sin. He's listening

A Witch-Hunting We Will Go

Puritans gather in Congress' hallowed halls, faces glum
  Trampling truth, blowing horns, banging the drum
    Of blazing envy, wrath and sloe-eyed sleaze

Committee member, moralizing minions, on their knees
  Digging up dirt on disapproved-of nominees
    Judgment fled to tone-deaf decrees

Careful, righteous pols, so sure the public will be pleased
  Voters care about jobs, not investigative sleaze
    And when the voting booth decent folks flee
      ~ The doors open wide for all the Crazies

A Witch-Hunting We Will Go

Puritans gather in Congress' hallowed halls, faces glum
   Trampling truth, blowing horns, banging drums
      Of blazing envy, wrath, and sloe-eyed sleaze

Pelosi-Schumer's moralizing minions on their knees
   Digging up dirt on disapproved-of nominees
      Judgment fled to Pandora-box divorce decrees

Careful, all you righteous pols, so sure the public will be pleased
   Most voters care about the economy, not investigative sleaze
      -- And whenever decent folks flee, the door opens for the military

Upset May Get

Upset May Get

Still reading Hillary's "What Happened."

Women are who men know least about;
Was determined to be without a doubt;
Often upset,
Always get;
Shout and shout then tare their hair out.

Jim Horn

Women were always witches as determined 
by Puritans. A successful woman is being
pushy and breaking social rules. They are
only supposed to support and be in the
background. It is not time for a woman to
be President. Isn't that the most absurd
thing that you ever have heard?

Inverted Values

If movies are reflections of our world,
Then why does violence play a leading role?
Consenting sex, whose scenes are wrapped and furled,
Is cut in line so gore can score its goal. 
The act that violence plays in life is minor
Compared to sex and love, who reign supreme,
And by degrees are viewed as widely finer
Than wrath and hate’s unnatural extremes.
But we inherited from Puritans
Our backwards views on sexual liberation.
While gung-ho guns parade like charlatans,
I’ll forwards choose to duel and match my nation.
 		When sex and love get demonized, assaulted,
		Then fear and hate are glorified, exalted.

Thanksgiving

England’s king was disobeyed
by Puritans to abandon their faith.
On the Mayflower ship they sailed
through Atlantic ocean waves.
 
On November 1620 
a hundred two Puritans came
to the shores of America.
Two months lasted their voyage.
 
They set sail soon again
and they landed on December
on the Plymouth Harbor beach,
where the nation had begun.
 
Harsh was the winter of that year,
only half of them survived,
helped by Cape Cod’s corn
stored by Indians in the sand.
 
With them, Indians made a peace treaty,
helped the Pilgrims to survive
in the wilderness, taught them how to hunt,
because Pilgrims were townspeople.
 
Being thankful to the Indians
Pilgrims have invited them
to the Harvest Feast,
which for us became Thanksgiving.
 
As we gather at the table
to eat turkey, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes…
We celebrate and talk about the past
as the Indians and the Pilgrims did.
 © A. R.Wielgus 2014

Stop Slithering

Spare me the sentiment,
You race-baiting charlatan,
Your "charity" reeks of contempt,
And your action for so-called "social justice" is mired in incompetence,
But upon this ID I issue a remittance,
For to me, being called white is a compliment,
A man above petty grievances and privilege puritans,
In my heritage I find contentment,
Knowing that I will never receive special treatment,
Only the disdain of the media gargantuans,
And the incessant complaints of the historically inept,
I revile your inferiority complex's persistence,
To perpetually enslave people in anti-American malevolence,
Why not exist the welfare womb and cut the cord,
For the world is not your enemy,
And if you truly wish to banish the monster under your bed,
Carry our flag proudly as a productive member of society.

Virtual Reality

Deep as defeat as conspicuous
As the influx of presentiment

Passion is aimless humility
Panic is native to injury

Reasoning divulging odium
Sparkles unchosen but chemical

Puritans' speechless delivery
Idles in syllables neutral to
Carpet biology tapestries
Woven in Persian but personal
Surfaced in diamonds and sodium
Burnishing flavorful scaffolding
Sauntering over the savagery
Blanketing social impurity

Witnesses! Silence the speechlessness!
Caution the ignorant eagerly!

Woe as the end of the suffering
Millions of eyes as the visual.

Hour of Shame

She heard her feet fall on the dirt.
The echo caused her heart to hurt;
and though she held her head up high,
she chose her fate for love to lie.

No shame could steal her pride away.
Stern puritans would have her pay.
Her sin she wore upon her chest.                 
The scarlet A defined her best.

This brave woman named Hester Prynne
forgave herself of her past sin.
Paraded ‘round town openly
with babe in arms for all to see.

Daughter named Pearl, a gift from God.
She felt forgiven, strong yet flawed.
The town became her own prison;
the woods, her walls, absorbed love’s sin.

Her choice to stay and not to run,
she made that day in light of sun.   
She'd never give the elders power
beyond penance of bridled hour.

She wore her "A" dutifully,
then laid with love eternally. 


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
For Giorgio's Iambic Verse - Recite and Analyze A Fictional Event, 2/15/15
*written in iambic tetrameter, couplet rhyme scheme.         
Event analyzed- When Hester Prynne is publically shamed and given her Scarlet Letter.

Love's Lost and Found

Strange is this land that I’ve entered,
Yet maybe I’ve been here before,
Magical artist of nightfall
Paints fingers that tap on my door.	

Somehow I feel strangely centered
Both ready for fight or for flight,
Drawn still to vision, sweet landfall,				
No claim I have special insight.

Music of night that I’m hearing
Warns softly of dangers ahead,
Knowing that my heart is waiting
Love sweetly just slips into bed.

Ramifications I’m fearing,
All vanish like dew in this land,
Love’s rose has cousins worth courting
Emotions here are never bland.
 
Dream’s length can never be certain,
Don’t worry there’s never a plan,
Timetable that one must stick to,
And no one to please in your clan.

Catholic guilt’s final curtain,
And Baptist restraint a mere joke,
Mormon pretense a new milieu,
God’s heaven served up to plain folk.

Let’s lift our glass to flight’s fancy
To dreams that will never touch ground,
Dance now and howl like a dervish
And spin like a merry-go-round.

One need not serve necromancy
To value the magic in dreams,
Puritans, no longer slavish,
Rejoice in the breadth of love’s themes.

Brian Johnston
Sept. 10, 2014

Blue Kitten Moon

BLUE KITTEN MOON
 
desolate and azure moon radiates sphere 
global cerulean of Indigo casting light 
creating a night that is clear
emitting transition of melancholy shedding 
dispersing the inevitable direction of time
distribution of cosmopolitan individuals 
who desperately endeavor to shine

an infantile metropolitan feline 
illuminated in its weightless dimension
no hope with extinct probability or 
likelihood for arranged intervention
puritans dance in tune to orbital planet
improvised intent designed 
unwritten aversions soon to be met

                                                        
© November 2013—Kim van Breda

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