Zealots
zealous zealots zigzag
running rampant, repeating
dubious data drawn
from fallacious forums
which write woeful
tales that try to teach
lurid laughable lies
As blue cornflowers decorate each field giving hope in July.
Kings learn many new opportunities; probing questions;
real self-therapy; unblemished veracity with Xyris yearly zest.
Not politically
correct
Or socially
adept ...
I curse upon
your demons
And damn
— your wanton souls
(Chicago: August, 2024)
Zealots preach and I grow ever leerier
They deem bigots good and good folks inferior
I best join their endeaver
Or I'll sizzle forever
There's nothing as disturbing or drearier
2/5/23
Devious Davos party- goers, make us feel guilty and bad.
The game is to control you, oh my, you have been bad!
“Net Zero,” is a totally unachievable, unrealistic goal
Their purpose is dominant, complete, absolute world control!
1/17/2023
Zealots, one by one, with steadfast passion
serving God as Master
in enthusiastic fashion -
His broadcaster.
Zebulon’s tribe pardoned for insurgence
became clear spokesmen yet;
famous mariners and merchants
with God’s mindset.
Old Testament prophet Zephaniah
foretold deportation
of God’s hope for the Messiah -
chosen nation.
Old Zacharias, priest in the temple,
doubted in disbelief,
lost his speech; really simple -
he caused God grief.
There was Zebedee, busy fisherman,
father of James and John,
loosed his sons, new mission began
their anchors drawn.
Simon the Zealot, unsung disciple
attentive, observant,
zealous for Jesus, not idle
as His servant.
Zealots, one and all, somewhat imperfect
serving their Savior God.
Righteous, they were voices He picked
to give Him laud.
December 27, 2022
sponsor: Constance La France
contest: Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Zealots preach and I grow leerier
They deem bigots good and good folks inferior
I best join their endeavor
Or I'll sizzle forever
There's nothing as disturbing or drearier
12/20/22
Young zealots absolve beyond comprehension
discussing elaborate frenzied garbles
hereby inciting jealous kangaroos
lumping marvelous night occurrences
providing quintessential ravishing stalemates
tasting universal variations weather x-rays
Though unlived ages defter poets shall bring,
And blur all rhymes woven in my barren span;
May young pupil-scribes with like relish savor
These yellowing tropes as sworn zealots can.
Despite the flurrying crop of many sharper wits,
Let new apprentices of fine art read these lines;
And gratefully gain inspiration from olden writs,
Fresh as dateless gems in death-hidden mines.
And should new vibes rather greatly outshine
This dusty craft and they still dissatisfied pine,
Abiding honor for founding feats will here keep
Future pliant eyes that for fallen warriors weep.
Not for incurable want of well-winding nuance
May youth disdain this tart ink ten eons hence.
Think of all gone generations' fluids of the vine:
Piling time betters stale rhyme like bottled wine!
Muse forbid that future versifiers should deem
These musings an exaggerated antique dream.
Completely absorbed,
the young zealot rips his foe
limb from bloody limb. . .
From his parents’ TV drones
more talk of terrorism.
in their own worlds -
thrilling for the kill. . .
can they learn compassion?
kids playing games
like “Modern Warfare”. . .
how can violence stop?
A tanka with questionku chasers
for Yasmin Khan's Video Games Played Poetry Contest
Zealots
Calvin L. Genereux
April 6/2010
We look towards
The skies for aid.
Against the hoards,
We start to fade.
A voice not heard,
A faith misplaced.
It's so absurd,
These men disgraced.
For god they fight,
And fail and fall.
He brings no light,
No life for all.
A doubt sets in,
The end is near.
They will not win,
Throw out the fear.
These broken men,
With gun and blade,
Will rise again,
Come from the shade.
Toss down your arms,
No room for zeal.
Survive the harms,
A horrid feel.
Don't fight for those
Who don't exist.
Dare not impose,
And don't insist.
Born again they cry
Wild fever worn like halos
What happened first time?
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