Unconscious bias, an interesting subject indeed.
While I would never be biased, allow me to proceed.
Bias is experienced by dummies, crazies, and kooks.
Not something that would apply to someone with my good looks.
When you give me new information, I just throw it out.
I know what I need to know. The rest I can do without.
But I'm open-minded, to your idea I'll attach
merit, if, to what I already believe, it's a match.
I do not like to bother myself with data and stuff.
I already know most everything. Isn't that enough?
Did I hear someone rudely interrupting? Was that you?
I'll kindly ignore it and continue to tell you what's true.
It's so wonderful that all of us in this great nation,
like me, have achieved such enlightened civilization.
No sir, not one of us suffers from delusions.
Unconscious bias never results in illusions.
Yet, why is it that I reach the dreadful conclusions
that political debates will lead to contusions,
and there will be a rise in demand for transfusions?
No wonder I live in seclusion.
I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer
II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice - may tag along ...
No hell, rapture, predestination
The big one: anti-Trinitarian
"Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie
To me and you, on works by Aaron Block, I rely!
III
But why do they choke & bother
That Christ, SENT, is only Savior & Brother
Who did die for humanity's sins
"YHWH only should be worshipped, even in hymns"
And Jesus dare not come again
Once is enough? No clouds, No rapture!
What do JWs gain? They "think" only how they're trained
NOTE: 1.Charles Taze Russell, in the 1870s, developed the Jehovah's Witnesses based on his Bible Classes given in Pittsburg, PA., USA. He was joined in 1876 by Barbour, but JWs used the King James Bible until Nathan Knorr et. al., (JWs) "translated" their New World Translation Bible.
2. Spoken Word churches, inspired by William Brennan, may also be a subject.
immersed abstractions
ideas form projections
transfusions resound
Quinn was on his way from School no sidewalks along his way, Mom was busy at work earning a salary to provide for household. She's a single mother of 3 school aged children.
Phone rings ma'am I just hit your son in my vehicle van I bring him to you? Huh? What? Confused, blank stare. Now on the scene at
the accident I surveyed every inch of Quinn's
body, blood everywhere his bones protruding
from his leg and it astounds me and I'm terrified. Quinn says out of his mouth momma van I get up and walk? This 7 year old enduring this pain at this age, the paramedic remarks "no". Arrives a the hospital diagnosis fractured fibia, tibia, never-ending operations followed by blood transfusions. Prognosis from physician he may never walk normal or no progress in growth. Grace and Mercy Quinn now walls, tall, and love for God is infinite.
I am neither brown nor white nor black
My skin tone is somewhere between ivory
And pale, like the color of the crayon
We used to paint flesh in coloring books
Those who know call it melanin. They say
The more you have the darker your skin.
I am neither white nor black nor red
My blood ebbs and flows just like your blood
Both are good for emergency transfusions
Type for type, our blood safely comingles
Because God said he has "made of one blood
All nations of men." (Acts 17: 26)
I am neither black nor red nor white
I am a human.
You are a human.
We are human.
Together we are humanity,
Just like God intended us to be!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written December 29, 2020
Submitted to the "UN-RHY-ME"
Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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It was four years ago tonight when Dad died.
He couldn't beat cancer even though he tried.
Dad died four years ago tonight at the age of sixty-five.
He received chemo and transfusions but he didn't survive.
After battling leukemia for twenty months, his battle came to an end.
When I lost my dad, I lost my next of kin.
Four years ago, I lost both of my parents and that was very sad.
It was four years ago tonight when we had to say goodbye to Dad.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
Physician’s convictions to poison their patients,
Procedures with Ether, cold X-Ray stations
A thousand scans in milligrams,
Lobotomies and Amputations…
Surgeries to transform me,
Imperfections to augment
Blood Transfusions, concussions, contusions-
For just a small improvement!
We share 99.6% of our DNA with chimpanzees.
They are so very close to us genetically
that their blood has been used successfully
with human blood transfusions safely,
which brought on this disturbing thought to me.
We are both also close enough of a specie
to reproduce and procreate a hybrid Humanzee,
and you just know that there's a mad scientist out there somewhere
who will attempt it inevitably.
UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament
Children
with Wings
and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
their
Memories
Soar
over the
Blood Transfusions
Hospital frights of prematurity
of EMS sirens
HIV trembling tests
Asthma Tents
Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
Sleepless Nights of bully battles
Struggles with Education’s foes
Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
Day night day night day night…unending
and
Land on
Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
or the
Shortage of Cash
for
Trips
Technoshit
New Shoes
New Cars
or other
Dreams
You
Couldn’t
Buy.
Bleed through poetry….
Transfusions expressively
Emotions flow free
Vulnerable
Lamb
In
need
of
a shepherd
Lost my head
Suppressing
pain
and only
transferring it
Silencing
my
Lioness
Heart
Blinded
by my self hatred.
I
need
not
your
attention
Using
your smiles
as
medication.
I
have
drugged
myself
into
submission
Living only
by
the help
of sorrows
blood transfusions
In
the marrow
its sunken in.
Sickly girl
looking thin
Strung
out
on
Love's
addictive
Lies
and
reaching for something
to
dull my
senses.
silence my
cries
masochistic
pleasure.
I've
quit
I'm done.
Hold me
back
from
my own
Dependence.
In dying days and weathered dreams
I open my heart
In my own way I seek a path
I speak through my art
Desolation leads me blind
But I’m still alive
Resolving through the pain I find
And I still survive
In loss of love and devil’s eyes
I bury my mind
But in the blood and darkened times
There’s still light that I’ll find
Transfusions come from the sacrifice
Of those that believe
That underneath the sheets of violent ice
We still deserve some reprieve
In screaming skies and selfish winds
We learn to hold on
From hateful lies and bitter tears
Comes one more caring song
The words that break through every fear
So hard to say but always dear
The voice within will clear a way
So hard to do but so true to say
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