How sad that curse of sibling rivalry
that makes most children strive to be the best,
and puts dear parents in a painful place
which causes them to solve an unfair test.
“Which one of us do you love more?” may ask,
to put your heart and soul right on the line.
Each parent's feelings certainly cannot
divide unequally love so divine.
Although I never had to answer this-
but if I did, so they could somehow see,
ask them to choose 'tween our dear pup or cat
to find how hard a choice like this would be.
Surely, they'd look at me with quite a stare
and screech, "Mommy, we think that's so unfair!"
I look into your eyes
And I’m safe
And I’m six years old
And you tell me there is no God
And I’m twelve
And my parents are driving home in opposite directions
You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
As our souls collide
You are me and mine
It’s destiny, magnetic force
It’s only natural, I got no choice
It’s co regulation, a chemical bond
I’m tied up, and down, there’s no way around
If there’s no one to hear it, it still makes a sound
In the dead of night
There’s no black and white
No me and you
No wrong or right
I’m scared of my pen like I was born to write
That we’re two halves
Of a different whole
Trauma bond, alcohol
Dependency and Tylenol
Spin in a circle cause the daze gets me high
Truths and a lie
We’re getting by,
year by moment
wipe your tears on my chest
I know what happens next
Good time, bad time,
contrasting confused sensitivities
partition time continuum unequally.
Live the impermanent sequence,
repeated beyond control
as perceptive pieces of life in time mosaic.
I wonder if the “gods” have a union
a collective bargaining unit of sorts
to protect the language of their contracts,
mediate jurisdictional disputes,
proclaim that “all gods shall be compensated
in direct proportion to their minions devotion.
The “god” union would also have to discourage
any of the “gods” from breaking off to start another union
offering better or more lenient conditions.
Perhaps less severe response to crossing jurisdictional lines
allowing the minions to decide what union to join
which “god” to serve.
But wait, wouldn’t that open the door
for “open shop gods” who recognized no unions,
compensated “their” minions unequally,
offered little training, or job security?
But wait, shouldn’t all minions have the right
to work for any “god” they choose?
Who are these entrepreneurial “un-gods”
who choose to go it alone,
demand a slice of the celestial pie
and become a “god” unto themselves.
John G. Lawless
©11/24/2021
C R T- new theory now embraced;
demands set forth by those defined as woke-
dividing races in a way disgraced.
Most people feel this theory is a joke!
This avenue will set us back for sure;
erase the gains we've made for racial peace-
negating Martin Luther King's allure
in claiming unity's the centerpiece.
Now white supremacy- a label made
to punish those for sins of long ago;
erasing history- and now be swayed
to live life on a feigned guilty plateau.
The comforts of Democracy- now wane
with acts of violence that rise each day;
no price to pay- the guilty move again-
reak havoc with no mandates to obey.
Racial unity brought equality-
each race or color got an equal chance.
Now, equity defines disparity-
supports unequally divided stance.
A country, split- appears to be the goal
our leaders, press, and big tech now push for.
Democracy- their foe against control;
most fear a Marxist future they explore.
June 21, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Critical Race Theory
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged: 07/21/2021
Good time and bad time
The pulses of time continuum
Repeat with rhythm regular or irregular
Destiny decides the timing and the duration
But they must change from one trait to the other
In the impermanent world of the ever changing times.
Good time and bad time
The two faces of the coin life gets
Spins at its own interval regular or irregular
You face the time good or bad for a little while
But the coin must flip from one face to the other
In unpredictable game of time where life is a gambler.
Good time and bad time
The two opposites in the bipolar world
Vague life poised between them to be stable
You balance on reality rope connecting the two
But they must pull you from one end to the other
In the troublesome times when living is really an art.
Good time and bad time
Contrasts in confused life’s concept
Slice unequally the quality-less time in slots
You float in the flowing cycles regular or irregular
But the destined slots must appear one after the other
In chronologic duality frame where blocks of time build life.
__________________
May 27, 2021
For Brian Strand's Your Decision Contest
I’ve dwelled within this weathered shell
For all of time, as I can tell
I’ve often felt, I don’t belong
Unequally yoked, wired wrong
Somewhere along this path of mine
Of many turns, I missed a sign
I took a detour, by mistake
I passed the exit, to be great
My destination has not been reached
Though my route was clearly breached
My wheels still spin and motor purrs
The day it ends, I’m left, unsure
Upon the widow's pew I sit
with women whose husbands have passed,
worshipping in truth and spirit,
trying not to appear downcast.
Morning death of another kind,
upon the widow's pew I sit.
Unequally yoked, misaligned,
I pray for the dead in spirit.
Am I like him, a hypocrite,
leaving God on the widow's pew?
Upon the widow's pew I sit,
humbled, seeking forgiveness anew.
Still alone, but in company,
God places me where he sees fit.
Each week with greater empathy,
upon the widow's pew I sit.
1/26/2020
Releasing the anger
Letting go of betrayal
refuse to hold on to yesterday
ran away from indecisive souls
walked away from dead love
unrequited love wave away
cloudy clouds flow open
sun shine down on my prayers
asking God for my equal
out on the ocean manifesting
heart renewed from unequally yoke
tears of joy to breakthroughs
mind muddy gloomy free
soul hugs forgiveness
spirit wide open to purity
anger no longer have power
leave my sorrows to comos
pillows no longer rip in two
sleepless night no more
left the distress to Divine
A ghost began whispering inside the soul's echo
there one Trojan horse enters defeated
spiritually the battle ground stands firmly fixed
against those whom denounce the King
misery will follow with disastrous events
Where human rights are exploited through chaos
quarrelsome beggars deny the basic truth to explain
Backfiring liars have a burning desire to bring conflict
Unequally self ordained gods of little value without hope
they try to influence the battle results
ignoring this backward omen leading to terrible infighting
warfare has the mentality that's deeply incorporated this motivating force
where sorrow beats down by force the anger deeply within us
.
Now I shall go, to overtake that killer of a dear life
into one's conscious self
our mortal undying glory rises or falls
quick to the mark snaps the rawhide strap
Being unequally yoked aint a joke
At first you stoked but then you become spiritually broke
The Bible warns us that bad company corrupts good habits(1)
Don't go looking for trouble, don't be a rabbit
Just like Dr. Evil has got his clone, mini-me
Christians are supposed to be Jesus' mini-mes'(2)
We're in a Spiritual warfare fighting a common enemy(3)
Who wants to kill, steal and destroy our destiny(4)
So we have to be sober, vigilant and mindful of his schemes(5)
Put on the full armor of God and
be shining beams(6)
Coz we live in a world of darkness and Jesus is our light(7)
And the Resurrection power of the Holy Spirit will help us win this fight(8)
God bless you all :)
1. 1 Corinthians 15:33
2. Ephesians 5:1 - 2
3. Ephesians 6:12
4. John 10:10
5. 1 Peter 5:8
6. Ephesians 6:11
7. John 8:12
8. Romans 8:11
Who Would Have Thought
By Valerie D. Staton
The first time we met I was a bit scared
To be in a union unequally paired
You smoked cigarettes, I did not
You liked the cold weather, I liked it hot
You drank alcohol, I drank decaf tea
Who would have thought you’d be the one for me?
Your clothes were unkempt and so was your hair
My friends were not fond of you, but I did not care
Shameful how people look outward not in
I saw a beautiful heart beating within
Only I could see the gem standing there
A gift that the Lord decided to share
We’ve never argued, nor have we ever fought
An oddly matched couple...who would have thought
Such a proper child
Somewhere in your heart, is forgiveness, forgiveness;
Just past your frontal lope those memories, memories;
I've done you wrong
I've broke your heart
Now all that's left.. is..
Forgiveness
Such a good Christian;
That you have envision;
I've hat the wrongs I've done to you;
You chosen too
Turn the other cheek, (so sweet)
I've done you wrong
I've broke your heart
Now all that's left.. is..
Forgiveness
Like two eggs broken, we're unequally yoke;
Unlike a leopard I can change my spots;
This is not a joke, I no that you are hurt;
You chosen too
Turn the other cheek, (so sweet)
I've done you wrong
I've broke your heart
Now all that's left.. is..
Forgiveness
So now if you just take me back;
As a train now straight way on the track;
I've repented
You chosen too
Turn the other cheek, (so sweet)
I've done you wrong
I've broke your heart
Now all that's left.. is..
Forgiveness
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
3/20/18
Times like these are hard to choose
Who's to win and who's to lose
All depends on what you do
And where you line up with the truth
Doesn't much matter where you are
When it comes to fighting wars
Who can say whose keeping score
As we fall on our on swords
Where's the good in all the harm
Brothers against brothers in arms
Can we not see what's going on
As this world buys the farm
With scissor hands we cut the cord
Without a plan can we afford
To show ourselves for all we're worth
As we fall on our own swords
We unequally divide a fabric torn
With needle eyes, can't see to sew
Would all this change had we known
In all this that there's little hope
As hate and deception bore in our hearts
We continue the fighting of this war
With only one outcome that is sure
As we all fall on our own swords
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