She came to a peaceful, shimmering pond
and took out her pearl-handled witches wand.
"Make me beautiful as the swan who slides
on your calm surface as she smoothly glides."
Since that day, at toll booths she doesn't pay,
and, at intersections, gets the right of way.
Mama Africa; beauty is oneness
So much love she have got to share, pure she's just like gold
Her glowing black skin so unique and alluring;
Attracting, healing, elevating,inspiring and vibrant
She don't wanna be save don't save her
She don't wanna be save because she's the savior herself
Saving and nurturing all she loves without hollering
The awakened one brimming with energy to awaken more
Dark in complexion pure in consciousness, light giver
Mighty and powerful whoever she touches, change is attained
She's fearless and he-artful, showering love and care
Blesses whoever cross her path, generous deeds all she does
The walk she walks, shows her confidence, cat walk
Walking like a tigress She is, speaks life into the lifeless
Her wrath; enlightenment not punishment, without hesitating
Yelling the greatest inequality is trying to make
What is not equal to be equal, She revisionist
Revising every causes, breaking all chains
Pure and meek; All hail her holiness as she...
Wrestling all evil until the demons pants no more
Leaving every devil breathless.
the mob watches on
as statue is beheaded
…never existed
21 Jul 20
Lately I've seen a poem or two
claiming that Jesus wasn't born a Jew
but rather a 'Palestinian child'
a claim inaccurate and really quite wild
When Jesus was born, there was no 'Palestine'
That name was created at a later time
by the Romans to wipe away all traces of Jewish Israel
A tactic unsuccessful, it never worked very well.
Jesus was born in the Galilee, circa 4 BCE
and crucified 33 years later, about 30 CE, you see
When the Romans captured the Temple (70 C.E.) 40 years later --
That's when the revisionist idea of 'Palestine' first gained favor
Jesus was as Jewish as Moses, the Jews' greatest Rebbe
Those who don't get that, let them go study history
Lines of ancestry
and musty records
feature fractured glimpses
of times long gone --
but we deem that we gain
some understanding, some insight,
some feeling
for our predecessors.
Those histories we
think we know
are never true.
We choose from many options,
all skewed by a plethora
of factors that suit
a current bias, and we bend
and blend and fabricate
imaginary
pasts.
H istory and the Bible portray the reality, good or bad, of human existence.
U nderstanding the past provides tools for better guidance of mankind's future.
M isinformation and revisionist goals will not alter the past or better our future;
A nd it is futile to chart tomorrow's course by denying yesterday's failures.
N ations and civilizations rise, fall, or become extinct largely due to pride.
I n spite of advise and warnings from prior generations, they self-destruct.
T omorrow is promising if we take off the blinders and remove the wax.
Y esterday's societies built a launching pad from which we must stage and lift.
11132017 PS Contest, Humanity, John Hamilton
How to take a leak
Marcel felt quite an urge when he set out to purge understanding of how to when
we view misconceptions of who is taking the piss now never thereafter and then
A fountain trickling urinal porcelain pissoir on display impressed me no doubt in
treacherous confusion of images since relief in museums constitutes phallic sin
When streams of revisionist consciousness meet with surreal ‘truth’ of ablutions
seeming paradoxes cleanse body and mind in contextual and continent solutions
A fragmented human condition does not improve with rigid caged in perceptions
in which mindless dogma clearly resists benefits of antiauthoritarian disinfection
Are glass ceilings real are vessels of thought and flush toilets congested or empty
do ivory towers reveal liberation and freedom achieve status of fully cognoscenti
Nothing what it seems is Duchamp's message in a showcase of lavatorial pride
colonising minds need disclosure critique confrontation urinating against the tide
When cognition feeling and action with knowledge have reached full critical vision
I reach for a fountain pen so whether this is a poem or not remains your decision
16th May 2017
by Michaelw1two
in the pit, of my abide;
someone breaks wind,
burning odour takes over;
earth's tides switched forever,
the sun's flares reach further;
who cares...
if I were reversible,
an awful thought, is this possible;
notions maw, those hooves that paw,
you reduced, made by things minuscule;
by the straits, of your hypocrisy,
who cares...
soon, so soon, silver slippery spoons,
you think, you thought, you brought, you swoon;
your image, reflected through time’s hourglass,
contained, within a porcelain thrones surpass;
you asked, you demanded, oh fool reprimanded,
who cares...
beholden to and only hued, of a mindset maimed,
god damns, those whose houses, cause humans pain;
will contained, this moment’s spine, unholy trilogy,
your image, and a cracked reflections eulogy;
this shall then divide you, male from other,
who cares...
man, from thought, from lover, man from mother;
we will to meet, exposed flesh, the finished treats,
if we speak, you surely will recognize your creator;
my voice, the things it’s yearn, oh shite you say,
want to hear, can you bare, your thoughts this day;
who cares...
April 2013
One Ancient Measure
I rise with an effort
known only to those
who follow in comfort
their subjective goals
using one ancient measure
the dead piled in rows
and there lies a treasure
that only God knows
the deep roar of thunder
in riotous rhythm explodes
from on high lighting under
the flood of the rain on the roads
the dead and the living are walking
together with righteous regard in their eyes
and their timber-toned talking
is mixed with their tortueous cries
war is more than the hell you pass through
below and above dripping blood after blood
apocalyptic visions of the darkest new are due
a septic condition for one's own revisionist flood
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