Rise and shine,
Know you are Divine,
You get to draw the line,
Let your heart and mind align,
Feel your energy intertwined,
Within all of your design.
Love is the light you shine,
Finding your way through the dark,
Your spark turns into a flame,
Lighting a fire to this game,
Life will never be the same,
Living free of guilt and shame,
I AM renaming my reality.
Reflecting what I wish to see,
I AM Shining so brightly,
Spreading love excitedly,
Showing it to everybody,
WARNING, It gets muddy,
Downright grubby and dirty,
And no matter how much it hurt me,
My reward Becomes eternity.
So now out of Washington comes word,
of a proposal you just may have heard
of renaming Greenland
"Red, White and Blueland".
It's the new definition of "absurd".
While we’re renaming things,
can we please rename “United States” to “AAAmerica.”
I know I’m tired of scrolling to the bottom of every pop-down country list.
And ARE we united? Really, even a little?
That awkward moment when you’re already said, “what?” three times,
and you still have no idea what the conversation is about, but you can tell,
by bouncy and eager expressions, that the topic is loaded. Never sit at the end of a table, dining halls get noisy.
Has a song ever been your safe place?
What if it keeps you warm in a storm,
by getting you up and movin’?
Oh, what about the inimitable effect of a handsome guy?
Now, I don’t engage in decorous affections,
but ‘Cute Soccer Guy’ (I’ve mentioned him before),
wakes us up, by just showing up, oh, we play it lose,
and all, but he makes all of our hearts beat a little faster.
A song for this:
Twiggy Twiggy by [re:jazz]
The Trouble With Boys by Little Eva
NDOVO
Zoos renaming all the cages,
But why in all these ages
Weren't we told "Ndovo"?
Golden name.
Eerily eager evil enigma elevated eleven renaming egg land.
Meager minis liked their initial idea eggplant ready.
Beefily blatantly weird in a diddly extra wiggly way.
I was ready, reved, relieved and willing my elevated eight.
black anklet twelve will enter evil eggland
When the earth was new.
Mans grand grime: age old
When the earth was stew.
Before eternity was logged...
To keep track of the passing seasons.
Man dwelled with the Great Soul of Creation.
Man was free in mind...
Questioned his existence.
To push it's patience...
Gave us the means to wonder why...?
To which the creator had no reply.
This entity only left a riddle
Rapped in an epic enigma.
Not to days a ripple...
This mystery was left for us to decipher.
Thought was open to question,
The mechanic's of the Universes,
The machine of a mysterious being... all in one.
Until the dominations of man decided to close the door!
Bolted it iron claps, Shut!
Redefine creation
Renaming the grand scheme of time
Defining it in the sublime
By the checked hands of truth.
Not one of futures courses...
So a book was written of loose rhythms to
..tell Humanity about, "A God..."
A creature of their design
Mans grand Crime
To lie...
Next Memorial Day
Let's remember all those deceased
Their blood on the hands of those
Who sold us 'Defund the Police'
We'll rename July Fourth
'USA Dependence Day'
Let the il-Liberty Bell toll
We're all on drugs and the dole
The first Monday in September
Is still called Labor Day
But who needs to work now
Uncle Sam pays us more to play
How 'bout old Columbus Day
States now renaming it
'Indigenous Peoples Day' --
Why not Illegal Aliens Day
And let's not forget Halloween
When scary grownups primp and preen
Trying to fit in costumes to display parts of them
-- Better left unseen
Of course, last but not least:
Election Day's now a national holiday
How's that different for postal remployees
Who never show up anyway
To another woman he shall surely switch,
The present one definitely ditch,
His voice at its most embarrassing pitch,
Now naming her ‘White Witch,’
Soon renaming her ‘Black ,’
Curious passersby to never know “which? “
Nor why his nostrils flare and twitch,
A bit believing that this might be flesh and its itch
And a great deal surer that he’s stinking rich:
The level of Affluence judged a down-dragging hitch,
Worse than Tyson’s landed punch on Green Mitch!
Cronus would never be defeated, or so he thought.
Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon a lesson taught.
Zeus took the sky, Hades the underworld, Poseidon the sea.
Poseidon became father of floods, hurricanes, storms, all three.
He somehow also grabbed up horses, which seems a stretch.
But this is Greek mythology, thus a teensy bit of a far-fetch.
The Romans borrowed the legend, renaming him Neptune.
They threw in some extra ideas, waxing and waning of the moon.
Atlantis was the island of Poseidon’s thoughts and his domain.
He annihilated his enemies, to his brother Zeus he was a pain.
Hades hid in the underworld, not a part of the competition.
Homeric hymn of Poseidon’s adventures was a wonderful rendition.
If you hear the horsemen coming from the storms above
Get out of the way quickly, for it is Poseidon’s love.
He takes no prisoners, still furious about the blinding of his son.
Lightning is Odysseus, his most hated foe, enemy number one.
History Repeats Itself
By: Miracle Man
6/27/2020
As past sins are remembered,
and while restitution/revenge is being sought,
evil upon the world is wrought.
History is incontrovertible,
yet history is being erased/altered.
By allowing statues to be torn down,
portraits removed, flags changed,
and the renaming streets and buildings,
Our country is becoming more fractured.
Each thing is offensive to someone.
The sins of our past must be remembered
for “Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.”
In the name of social justice
we jump through hoops to appease a vociferous crowd.
We’re indoctrinating young minds with the narrative,
that “The end justifies the means”
thus making violent acts acceptable.
Hatred is a heart thing,
And Jesus loves us!
Proverbs 10:12 -
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.
Been watching the film War and Peace
I’ve renamed the film Snore and Cease
Twas long and so boring
Soon I started snoring
I’d rather have been watching Grease
I’ve never seen the film – just having a bit of fun with word play!
06/06/20
Last Day of America
the last day of America
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had
for on that day
a month before
the corona virus re-emerged
as the great re-opening
of the US economy
failed to stop the relentless spread
of the virus from hell
causing panic and mass confusion
fear kept Americans home
and Donald Trump
was re-elected
because his voters
believed that God
had told them to vote
for their new found king
the newly energized President Trump
declared a national emergency
martial law
and suspension of the constitution
Promising to restore democracy
when the time was right
he promised his followers
that he would restore Christian values
renaming the United States
the Christian States of America
on that date
we met our fate
Christian fascism
was here to stay
on the last day
of American
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Is someone profiting on your wishes and dreams,
renaming your parade
Like a thief in the night they steal every wish,
their own life at best a charade
Is someone else cashing the check you just wrote,
to pay for their larcenous schemes
Has your good name been kidnapped, indentured, enslaved
—as you curdle in search of the cream
(Rosemont College Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
It seems to me the narrowest minds,
Are the minds full of gripe, whinge and moan,
The minds that darken every simple idea,
Complaining about things on their own,
With a simple outlook on their universe,
Everything’s a clear black or white,
A small yes or no to all that they see,
And of course they think they are right,
From cruel magnified with kids locked away,
Renaming “genocide” as a room with a view,
Calling “white supremacy” normal and good,
And, with a tantrum, saying the news is untrue,
The narrowest minds, the simplest minds,
The minds that have opposite sides,
Are the minds that want the “Us versus Them”,
Don’t unite, they seek to divide.
History is what it was
By: Miracle Man
10/9/2018
History is the recording of our past events,
But now there are those with desire to change.
When we allow this we’re setting precedents,
By misrepresenting facts that they rearrange;
We can’t omit things from the printed page,
Just because it was bad or we don’t agree.
It still happened though dissenters disengage,
Some things in history were indeed beastly.
By tearing down statues or changing a name,
Or renaming a holiday doesn’t make us sage.
Filling young minds with falsehoods is the game,
Each time history’s changed on the printed page;
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