The corrupt officer schemed throughout his years,
Amassing great wealth beyond his peers.
But once retired, his heart did stir,
He dreamed to be known as patriot and social worker.
The social worker preached to keep things clean
Yet dumped the trash where it should not be seen-
By roadside or river the rubbish he threw
A bitter irony the people knew.
The patriots and reformers proud and tall,
As they liked to be addressed by all,
Encroached upon the public land,
Taking more than they had planned.
They speak out against corruption's blight,
Yet ask their children to thrive in its night.
The social activist, with care and knack,
Got government contracts through the backtrack,
Jobs for his kin, all neatly aligned,
Through hidden doors, deals well designed.
The society nods, though it may shove
The life one chooses to live and love,
Need not align with words they say,
Actions and truths may drift away.
A land of virtues with cultural grace
For myriad religions, a home place
A peace loving paradise by nature
Honoring traditions, its grand feature
Many a scholar hailed from this blessed soil
Reformers made it renowned with their toil
Assorted branches of knowledge flourished
Awe-inspiring arts and cultures cherished
Invaders tried to grab this divine land;
And aimed to deface its glorious brand
The brave leaped into the great freedom fight.
Protected its legacy with much plight
The soil, water and breezes are pious
Adorned with the crown of Himalayas
Handles all hardships with no compromise
A true faithful friend to all its allies
Truth, justice, kindness and love are its stands
For global peace, it always stretches hands
Evergreen is its heritage story.
With a lot of joy, I praise its glory.
Place: 4
If Your Birthplace-country was a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date:02-06-2023
A great philosopher was someone who
I read about. He was a Scottish priest.
Before today I never even knew
a thing about this guy now long deceased.
Philosophy is sometimes hard for me
to comprehend, and John Duns Scotus taught
ideas that I don’t grasp easily.
His “univocity of being” thought
is too abstract for me, but it seems great.
However, “dunce” was used in ridicule
of John by those reformers who had hate
for his beliefs and saw him as a fool.
He argued God’s existence and free will.
For those good thoughts, he is remembered still.
March 25, 2022
For Joe Maverick's John Duns Scotus Poetry Contest
We have great preachers in the shape of unchained goons
They speak on YouTube
They abuse and threat People
They often beat weak rebels
We have great reformers in the shape of unchained goons.
Note. Unfortunately crowd encourages absurdity and violence.
Moral. Stray dogs can't be reformers.
Lesson. Stand up and don't allow them to treat you like animals.
Sleepy, creepy uncle Biden
in the basement had been hidin'
while reformers wrote his script
and the casted votes got flipped.
Now President reject, behind CNN's stage
emulates the affects of old age.
Let's give the man credit, though, seems he tries
and he can't remember he's telling lies.
1-18-2021
In the name of God
Galileo was put to death
By Christians
In the name of God
Reformers died
At the hands of Christians
Then came the theory of evolution
Angry Christian banded together
To put an end to this ungodly theory
Christians are so busy
Trying to protect God of Jesus Christ
But I wonder
Is it really God
They try to protect
Or gods made out of their own image?
Power is an intoxicating spice
Oily politicians line the public troughs with it
Wealthy corporations dress it up in lofty mission statements
Erotic mistresses ooze it to extract favors from lovers
Reformers inevitably glom onto it to achieve dubious ends
THE CROSS IN THE WALLET
I saw two wallets on the shelf,
One old, the other nice.
The nice one cost a little more,
But I thought I’d pay the price.
But then I thought how I could take
That wallet, worn and old,
And fix it so it could be used,
I’d be so proud to hold.
And so I bought it from the store,
Then I looked inside to see
A cross that someone had left there,
A message just for me.
I could have found some money there
And been so happy, too,
But what I found instead of that
Was far more great to view.
This cross reminded me of One
Who suffered for my sin,
Who I had asked not long ago
To save and enter in.
This wallet now is worth far more
Than one I did not buy;
And I will love Christ’s rugged cross
Until the day I die.
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Based on a testimony given in Reformers Unanimous meeting, April 15, 2005
I see
I see that life is no longer the place for me
I think that the fact that the darkness of life
Many which are not in the time of ignorance
Where a lot of hatred and injustice
And I became a stranger in the world of
Became more than spoilers Reformers
Became more than the bad guys are good
Became more tears dripped who erase
Became more than it grieves the heart rejoices
Became a good crook
Ok became a crook
Money has become a target
Love and became a target
Forest became the world
Became the strong eat the weak
Became strong arrogant
Became a strong rotten
Became the Akeana
I do not want to live poorly
Not to be strong
I see that life is no longer the place for me
11-1-2014
17h46
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