INTENTION TO RENDER THE VISIBLE-:-
translucent
crystalline
structures
deliberately
alongside
a STEP TO SELF-ORIENTATING
diagrammatic
elevated
imagery
constantly
illuminated
in SCHEMATIC FORMULATIONS
disconcerting
physical
reality
incorporating
syncretics
Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's-
but Caesar has stolen everything:
the land,the tongue,the airwaves,
even the prayers we whispered under stars.
Render unto God what is God's -
but God is tired of excuses,
God wants justice,not jingles.
God wants bread for the barefoot.
God wants truth that does't trend.
So tell Caesar:
We are the new prophets bro,
we carry Scripture in spray cans,
we baptize pavements with protest songs,
and our psalms wear hoodies and sneakers.
Tell him the meek are armed
with metaphors and memories,
Tell him our tithes is uprising,
our sermon is survival
our altar is the street.
Render unto Caesar his coins -
we're doing trading our souls.
For the kingdom of the poor is rising,
And the drum is the only law we obey now
The sound of music heals my soul
This for sure I do justly know
Have pure Grace from the skies above
Render me mercy with some love
He is a bass player so true
And heals me throughout with his blues
Will his fine show include white doves
Render me mercy with some love
My love adores his nice tunes
She brings him gifts and fun balloons
Is his music filled with tight hugs
Render me mercy with some love
Were Caesar's physique and a psyche imperishable?
Did he gain gifts from sources that were ineligible?
Hadn't all his possessions been from the heavens, rather?
Should he, then, for tributes, bother the son of the father?
Should Jews pay taxes to the Romans? This was their question.
Didn't you, as the infinite, know their foul intention?
If you say, You should give, they would ask you, You knew, Why should
If you say, you should not, you knew you'd be misunderstood.
Pitying on their stubbornness, you called them hypocrites.
Their minds, like a troubled pond, were full of perception splits.
Though descended from heaven, weren't you a human citizen?
They knew that if you wished, you could have been the sovereign.
Give away! Give up! Give back to each one his or her right
In ignorance-filled obstinacy, you said, Do not fight.
My ode to tax season ...
With compelling circumstance
thousands flocking to our door
braving elements of chance
what does new year have in store?
As they enter our domains
follow adverts’ beckoning
is there hope for addled brains
as they face their reckoning?
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7/26/2020
Master of rendition
My volition not to compromise
Synthesize the power
Never willing just to pantomime
Know it when you see
The genius pouring forward cracking time
None can touch this ice-cold wording
Humble master patron mine
The Holiday Season has come and gone.
Bank balance for that spree is overdrawn.
Now I'm feeling mighty glum.
Since Sam wants a hefty sum,
The house and my dog I may have to pawn!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Tax And Finance Limerick" Contest
(Male)
Let Fate Render A Verdict So Fair
Let God judge such past wicked ways
cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
a leper in a rich famishing fate
Let this Soul eat out of its heart
pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
some so bad one shall never tell
Let this Life venture a fine course
consider deep regrets and source
To little care embraced in youth
memories steeped in wishful truth
Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share
Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2014
How to portray my heart?
On this limp sheet
How to tell you what I feel?
Express that you are my need
How to express my feelings?
Through these improper lines
How to make you understand that it is true?
Love is precious and not a bad sign
How to render my love?
Through this simple paper and pen
How to tell you that I love you?
And without you my world will darken
Look deep in
Not ever easy to find
Love rewards
What do you have that belongs to another?
Tribute? Custom? Honor? Fear?
Whose image and name is on that thing?
Friend? Stranger? Leader? Brother?
Where is the due that you should bring?
Near? Afar? Hoarded? Covered?
When will you owe only love for another?
Today? Tomorrow? There? or Here?
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