Unlearned and ignorant,
Mere nobodies,
Just fishermen,
Inferior mortals,
Far below
Proud priest and Pharisee and scribe.
For such to preach or teach
Within those holy temple walls
Was tantamount to blasphemy –
Just like that other man from Galilee.
No problem that
For two apostles bold,
Fresh-fired by God
To minister his mighty word
And heal a cripple forty years from birth.
Unscared by priestly threats,
They blazed the scene
With resurrection life.
Unlearned and ignorant maybe,
But far above proud priest
And Pharisee and scribe
Supreme they stood,
And spoke those holy words,
“There is no other name
By which we must be saved.”
And rulers, elders, scribes and haughty priests
Compelled to marvel
And to note
“These men had been with Jesus.”
Read about it in Acts chapter 4.
Categories:
unlearned, appreciation, bible, god, jesus,
Form: Free verse
Won't get back up.
I'm done learning how to fall.
All this being overlooked.
Has made me feel so small.
It's my own fault.
No longer breathe a word.
Silence speaks the loudest.
All else goes unheard.
It's only human.
To Temper our fragility.
Beating each other to death.
To prove invulnerability.
It's so easy.
Dont allow the unexpected.
Those perfect aren't misguided.
Therefore aren't to be corrected.
Don't waste time.
Forget basic respect.
Besides you won't get much,
from what equates to an insect.
Too much trouble?
Simple answer is give in.
Despite intentions you'll be wrong.
And If you're right you still don't win.
Categories:
unlearned, confusion, crazy,
Form: Rhyme
A touch of red
A lake of blue, mystic calmness
Her psychic powers hidden from the unlearned.
Opening the aliens' orb would not be easily done.
Many could not fathom or see what she was about.
Her own relatives rolled their uncomfortable eyes.
It was right in front of them
Yet their eyes were sewn tightly shut.
Mystically unaware, they did not see the spaceship.
They had no idea their daughter, an odd
simple girl, dressed in black, was levitating
the key to the universe, and saving them all
with a mere apple.
Categories:
unlearned, surreal,
Form: Free verse
My mind is void and compelled by echoes vibrating space between amidst and within boundaries of walls keeping what's out from in and what's in is imprisoned by liberties bell ringing again. Decieved into freedom by liberating powers taking power again. Independent from what is mysterious as the loose nut rattling my head. Incurable is my reapers blessing who cursed me with mental flexing. Thin is my spirit and thick is my soul. Injuries of blunt force trauma are as our humanitarian as our selfish drama dividing our country by feeding medias bread. Head hurts from causations pinched nerve and its audacity to be as hell bent as mankind on earth.
Who can cure what is incurable as our sin our inability to give without principle and reverence for humility. Faces are rattle tales and eyes never fail. Hearts beat life as well as spirit but brain directs the symphonies Chaotic sound uniting all organs of the body in heavenly bounds. No pill for tbi and no pill for elitist lies. Time either heals or proves that tale tail sign that without truth prayer and faith survival is in vain as I ignorantly bliss but insane.
Categories:
unlearned, allegory, blessing, conflict, confusion,
Form: Didactic
Manipulating reality,
the moment concealed
Manipulating reality,
what’s virtual ‘real’
Manipulating reality,
the keys push and drain
Manipulating reality,
technology reigns
Manipulating reality,
fantasy schools
Manipulating reality,
apostasy rules
Manipulating reality
all cursors and screens
Manipulating reality,
lost memory undreamed
Manipulating reality,
electrons control
Manipulating reality
a hard driven soul
Manipulating reality,
love crashes and burns
Manipulating reality
—truth cyber unlearned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
Categories:
unlearned, computer, truth,
Form: Rhyme
I knew it from the very beginning
Loving you was a mistake
And so I learned something new
Not to love someone like you.
But like lessons learned in school
Sometimes we forget
That's why until now
I still do the same mistakes.
Categories:
unlearned, emotions, feelings, for her,
Form: Free verse
UNLEARNED LITERACY!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
My mother is old but with a good vision,
She reads papers and writes with a pen in a fashion,
She was counted a LITERATE in all desks,
She didn't learn computer literacy and away from the computer discs,
What does she now in her new records of accurate?
AN ILLITERATE!!!
Categories:
unlearned, absence, computer, language,
Form: Verse
The further I go
The worse I get
At what I do
And what I let
Destroy my peace
And set me back
Defining well
The things I lack
You'd think I'd learn
You'd think I'd see
The damage done
By being me
The trail of tears
The bridges burned
So many lessons
Left unlearned
Categories:
unlearned, parody
Form: Rhyme
Although your both gone
Yours souls out of sight
This path that i've taken
It doesn't seem right.
What would you have said?
Are you watching above?
These memories are fading
Reach out for my love.
I sit there in silence
The sounds are quite real
My pulse won't stop racing
The chill i can feel.
What could you have taught me?
Your guidence not earned
If i could have listened
To Lessons Unlearned.
Categories:
unlearned, death
Form: Rhyme
Oh my God the geese!
Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.
Each wave ebbs and flows,
the geese almost exactly the same distance apart
the V is straight and they fly strong.
And the ruckus!
Talking and calling to one another.
As they meet in the big migration
they sound like
a gaggle of guys at the club,
or women catching up on the news across the fence.
You can hear the sergeant honk his orders,
his voice is deep.
A trailer squawking wait for me,
her voice screams.
They just keep coming
like the tireless waves against the shores
breaking up occasionally,
their order broken,
gliding amiss.
Sensing; ever slowly; the geese find the scent,
catching the current that holds primal instincts unlearned
spiriting them back into shape.
Now stragglers of two;
A quiet –
Then a new wave, large enough to surf.
How powerful the swoop of free spirits
beats into my awareness of self.
Spring, motivation, renewal, time to flourish, this beautiful wild earth.
The last waves,
are they the last waves,
seem tired;
pressing to reach the unseen place of ancient memories.
Categories:
unlearned, adventure, animals, seasons, time,
Form: Free verse
“Like most love stories,
this one began in utter foolishness.”
Against all odds and possibility.
Gilded sunsets
exquisite dawns
luminous tomorrows . . .
Promises.
And betrayal.
Looking into his eyes,
she saw reflected back
a perfect illusion of himself.
That absolute blue
like azure seas
fathomless depth and
simplicity.
On the horizon she saw unending
empty lifetimes reaching
for eternity.
He knew.
Their possibility
did not exist.
She awoke one morning to find
the fool at the foot of her bed.
A perfect reflection of herself in her eyes.
Laughing.
Categories:
unlearned, life, loss, love,
Form: Free verse