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Benjamin Bartley Poem
For us to
Grasp the Love
There are promises of . . .
Of us
The promises
Are there for
Love to grasp . . .
Grasp to us
For the promises of
Love are there . . .
There are promises
of us for
Love to grasp the . . .
The promises of Love
Are there for us to
grasp.
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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Not to belittle the real Church of God
Not to belittle the real benefits of communion
Not to belittle kneeling and praying for a miracle
Not to belittle the laying of hands
Not to belittle a good bear hug
Not to belittle the hope of Christ’s return
Not to belittle the Wrath of God
Not to belittle the trials and tribulations of living
Not to belittle delusions of grandeur
Not to belittle the pain I feel
Not to belittle wars and rumors of wars
Not to belittle Global warming
Not to belittle the great I AM
Not to belittle the prophets of the Ages
Not to belittle Buddha’s nonthought philosophy
Not to belittle fairies in the flowers
Not to belittle the sounds that Whale’s make
Not to belittle the awe of a perfect Sunrise or Sunset
Not to belittle the Man in the Moon
Not to belittle Black Holes, Quasars and the immensity of the Universe
Not to belittle microorganisms and viruses
Not to belittle the glorious honey bee’s make
Not to belittle the missing books in the Bible that women wrote
Not to belittle the tear that trickles down my left eye
Not to belittle sin and its impact on the human soul
Not to belittle other people’s pain
Not to belittle our belief that aliens are real
Not to belittle my cat’s purring
Not to belittle my neighbor’s beautiful lawn
Not to belittle Superstar's getting rich, they deserve it
Not to belittle being just a pawn
Not to belittle the atrocities committed by Man
Not to belittle feeling so alone in the Universe
Not to belittle the pheromones of truth
Not to belittle that The End is always near
Not to belittle truth from the mouth of babes
Not to belittle Bhai's attempt to unite religions
Not to belittle the Sufi’s dance
Not to belittle the Witch’s brew
Not to belittle the Medicine of the Drum
Not to belittle my belief in Pan
Not to belittle the Heavy Metal screams
Not to belittle pipe dreams and cold sweats
Not to belittle the glow worm’s glow
Not to belittle the lion’s roar
Not to belittle when the earth quakes
Not to belittle when volcano’s blow
Not to belittle my belittling thots
but Poetry Church is all I got.
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Of course, I don’t mean guns
I mean your arms, of course
Lift them up to the Lord and Rejoice!
Praise Him with all your heart
Allow His Holy Spirit to engulf your whole being
With His mighty firearms
Let Him burn away your sins and pierce your soul
Let Him in, Let Him in
Hear ye, hear yeah
Hear His almighty call
And behold His mighty sword
Slice away any cancerous shenanigans
Immerse yourself in His love
Let Him be your guiding Light
Through these dark, seemingly darkest of times
Don’t ever let anyone stomp out your faith
Especially me, especially me
It be never my intent to ever to do so
Quite the opposite in facto
Sure, I have my moments of doubt and pain
He knows my every short coming
Sure, sometimes I even faulter
But rest assure, I read His Word
As my daily bread for sustenance
Only He is truly fulfilling
He may be the only one who cares
So, I bare my soul, to thee
I share with you how I really feel
Here’s the deal . . .
I long for a Democracy of Heaven
We rebel against kings in this country
But that’s really not His Way, is it?
He’s the King of kings! The Lord of lords!
So, I humble myself to His will, and not my own
Though sometimes I know not what I write
But this I do know, and it just feels right
“Jesus for President!” and I’ll be His running mate
He’s the President of presidents!
He certainly has my vote!
I throw down my rug, I throw in the towel
And kneel before His Grace
I pray to the Prince of Peace
Let this day be the day
That I see His face
That He grace this place, this time
With His mighty Bomb of bombs
His mighty Arms of arms
And hug the child within us all
And keep us all from harm
So, tallyho!
I lift my arms up in surrender
He really blows my mind sometimes
‘specially when I put my trust in Him.
The End.
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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I woke up and everyone was purple
Except me, of course
I wanna be purple
I hope it’s okay that I’m still a pinkskin
I hope that I’m not that different than you
But maybe it’s okay to be different
To be a stranger in an estrangedland
Walking hand in hand with my lover
Who happens to be purple, of course
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Something’s missing in my lifetime.
I’m a big believer in Space Exploration
Especially when everyone is on board
But before we start, Manifest Destiny Mars
I’m thinking, as a US born citizen,
Now, the year of 2025, that it is about time
To think a little bolder and closer to home
Earth first!
It’s been a while since a star
Has been added to the American Flag
None so far in my lifetime
It’s time a Referendum be made
Signed into action by an incoming President
Inviting any nation (especially Democratic)
To JOIN the United States!
Welcoming them to becoming the next state of the Union
The next star!
With all the rights and freedoms of the US Constitution
With all the privileges of being a US citizen
Expand our arms around the globe!
MEGA MEGA Make Earth Great Again!
All US territories, now states. More stars!
Become a state and no more tariffs! More stars!
Become a state and join the most powerful
Growing technologically advanced country in the world
More stars!
Was once an enemy but now a friend, JOIN us and be a star!
I see more and more stars in the near future.
I see hundreds in the distance.
A thousand points of Light.
Hug the globe like a child, Citizen
Set the world free, it’s in our nature. Our destiny
Perhaps just call it fate, or our highest Calling
To always come to the rescue
When disaster strikes
Earthling lives matter!
Free all the people everywhere!
Stars are circling my head
I'm getting dizzy with hope
Feeding the hungry and housing the poor is much easier
When statehood is accomplished. Another star.
And when a nation is freed from tyranny
And US soldiers die and bleed for stars ...
More Red and White stripes are added then too
Perhaps there will be reasons for Rainbow stripes too
Manifest Destiny Earth! First!
MEGA MEGA
And maybe one day, we'll all say, in one mighty voice,
“God Bless the United States of Aerth!”
*Aerth is the original spelling for Earth allowing sentiments to hold onto our Good Ol' USA traditional initials.
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The possibilities are endless
With every new scientific discovery.
There is inspiration to invent devices
That improve quality of life
And save lives in the process.
Spin with the wave and slow it down
With drones and electromagnetism.
Entropy and vacuums.
Spin with the wave, then slow it down
With science and ingenuity.
Catch the wind and spin, hook in
The eye of the storm is calm
Harness the power of the gods
Right there in our palms
Think of the all the lives you'll save
All the kids that won't meet Oz
If only we could stop
Take time to ponder the devastating
Disastrous whirlwinds of the gods
Drop a probe down the eye
Let it spin, let it fly
Revolutionize the times
With the greatest challenge of all
Saving lives, having fun with everything resolved.
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It’s a long journey
from where I’m from. Light years away.
And then some.
Your TV transmissions kept me entertained.
But the News worried me. Perhaps more than it should have.
Upon my arrival I integrated with your species
via DNA infusion, transfusion, or trans mutationally.
One of those anyway.
There was supposed to have been two of me
but my Siamese twin died at childbirth, or sooner.
I was closer to the placenta, I suppose.
We were attached bi-fid thumbs.
We both had 12 toes. One for every month of your year.
And added together, for every month of ours.
He’s still with me. I call him my guardian angel.
Or perhaps, I’m still with him. Who knows? And, who knows what he calls me.
We both like beer. That much I do know.
We both like science fiction books and movies.
And we both share an energy that’s
Out of this world.
Sometimes, streetlamps go out when I walk by them.
And I’ve been shocked by electricity so many times. I’ve lost count.
I’m an electric Magnant. And I have an enigmatic personality.
That’s the human DNA in me’s opinion.
I’m really way more Pan like than human.
Animals flock to me when I play my bamboo flute. Sometimes, even humans.
I really stink when I sweat. And I love to dance.
And when I get angry, which is rare, I feel like I could just explode.
I fear one day that I just might. And if I do,
I hope it will be a glorious explosion!
Better that than focusing it on Earth’s core.
I have no idea what I may be capable of . . .
I’d rather not think about it. I better not . . .
think about it. It’s just better not to.
So sorry about that, tangent.
On a more positive note . . .
I love Jesus. Though His Old Testament Dad
Never seemed so perfect to me. Nor compassionate.
Strangely jealous, and downright not a nice Guy at all.
Kicking Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden just for eating some fruit.
And not wanting to walk around naked. Though I like walking around naked.
New Testament Dad is perhaps a bit more grown up.
Sending us His Son and all.
I also like Buddha and his nonthought philosophy.
Though I have a hard time not thinking, period.
I like Kishna, for obvious reasons, Him playing flute and all.
And I love Medicine Women. I’m feeling more shamanistic by the day.
And my hair is turning grey at about the same pace.
You’d think by now I’d know my mission?
But I still don’t.
I’m certainly not qualified to be anyone’s judge.
I’m a sinner just like the lot of us.
And I haven’t experienced Love enough to my satisfaction to say
that I really know what It is.
I do know Heaven can wait. And that Hell
is far too eager to meet me. It can just wait too!
What I mean to say
is that there’s still so much more to learn . . .
about you all.
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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KGOD presents ...
SALUTATIONS!!!
Well. Let’s just get started!
Here at the Ogden! The God den of music and soul!
So, let me introduce myself to thee,
I am DJ Multi-Di-Minstrel Messenger!!!
Thanking you for being here with me!
Come Now, experience enlightenment, excitement, accelerated inditements.
I am the jewel of Jesus. I am the dove’s dung!
*** (SQueekeekee ScraTCH. SquEEky. sqee sQUEAKy. Scratch. squeak) ***
It’s elementary, my dear,
Don’t try to overthink it.
Don’t try to over rate it.
Certainly, don’t overeat or regurgitate it
The world’s complicated enough
To try and replicate it.
*** (sqeeeeeky, squeaky) ***
He’s the “a” in the Apha in the alphabet
Omega in Orion
He’s the “be” in believers in the Biblebelt
For that you can rely on
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He’s the “c” in a sea of cosmic tranquility.
He’s the fulfilling fulfillment in my ph ph ph philosophy.
He is the “Oh” that's opened up my eyes!
Don’t believe in the lies or ignorance
He’s the MAGA in the magnet of magnificence!
He’s the Master of all mastership. Phishing for more fish.
He’s the Fun in fundamentalists and miracles. I’m the funk in His funky music. NOW!
I hold Him in Highest Reverence as a reliable reference.
He’s the Apple of our lives. He’s the Sunshine in my eyes.
That’s never-ever-after-ending blending or blinding.
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“D” is for independence and deliverance.
So, let’s depend on Him!
He’s the “bless me” is blessedness. The rest in restfulness.
He’s the LOVE in loveliness. The live in LIVEliness.
He’s the big C & G: Cleanliness is next Godliness. The gee in sweet butteryness. He’s a buddy of Buddha. The ‘High” in Haiku. The hindi in Hindu. Pays all my IOUs.
He’s the One who saves us ALL from Mortal Death!
He really is the Best of the best!
Metamorphosizing the manchild machina in Alla us
Dying for all our sins!
Transforming us and taking care of all the technicalities.
Can I hear an “AMEN!”
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He is my Super Souper Savior!
With that super savory Born-again flavor
He’s the sweetest aftertaste! Nothing goes to waste!
He always gives us plenny and more than enough in His reCreation. NOW, that
He’s saved us from the grave of ultimate utter destruction. Total Cremation.
I hope you are enjoying this poetical propaganda... for the HOOD!
Sweetening the bitter pie... for the common man, for the common good!
Let me give you the scoop. He sweetens it with Splenda and His holy poop...
He opens the heavenly doors. Maestro's the choir. Taps on the earthen floor.
And invites us up to the Restaurant in the Sky... where He’s the only escalator
That can reach that high. With open arms and palms. His invitation never ends or dies
Even though this song must end, it bends To His mighty willful winds that spins and spins a playful twist. We’re as free as Dove’s dung! So, let it fly ...
Free from all maniacal mentalists and he who we know is dumb
For you know my Jesus is my numero uno, my number One!
So, let go of all these silly solicitous superstitious, Self-indulgence, so important
Ranting ignorant intuitions. Institutions of influential retribution.
It’s so super souper easy for Him, you see,
He just wipes it away like He wipes a mirror.
It comes so much easier for Him now, my friend, now that He’s already paid the price to wipe away our sin. And wipe away He does so easily. He settles the SCORE!
It’s as easy as lifting up my arms to Him. Praise the Lord!
I hope it’s as uplifting for you as it is for me to be uplifting Him up for you NOW!
It’s as easy as little Michael’s A, B, C’s
We can depend on Him as easily as 1-2-3
Can I hear an “Amen!” and “fudge” it all!!!
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We are the “are” in His Revival,
He’s the SURVIVE in our survival.
As we’re all just patiently awaiting His arrival
The epoch of the apocalyptic cataclysmic climaxification
The solid proof of His sanctifying solidification
We don’t need another Big Brother to watch over us!
He’s the only brother of brotherly love we need! He’s the One for us!
We don’t need any more vacancy vaccination vacations
Or any more neurotic exotic under qualified guesstimations
I’ll take some of that heavenly hypnotic from His holiness. Holy tea!
Just to get rid of the chronic of calamity, the collapsing constipation of society.
Don’t do drugs! Obey your Mom and Dad! Do celebrate liberty, life and prosperity.
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He’s the the the Thong of thongs. The Hymn of hims singing sing-along songs for Alla us
He’s the Thing of whims of whimsical Things. The Long in all our longings.
He is the Wild in the wilderness. The Cry of the wolves.
Howling for the “hallow be thy name!” Tame us not but deliverous from
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil!
He always has our back, holds nothing back.Not even our flatulating floggings.
He’s the home to run back to. He’s the home from where the wildthings roam.
He’s the shepherd of all silver linings!
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JUST KNOW. He’s got BIG plans for us!
Just knowing He won’t just “x” us out
We’re not just an “x” in an experiment
Where x equals infinity plus why?
He is the Scientist of scientist.
Who are we to question “flies”
Just push push push play play play play play on continuous playback.
Just know that this surely aint the end of the road
This celebratory soliloquy of the simplest singsong of life that I know
This celebration is the show that is the Real Show that never ever really ends
It’s time to transcend!
We are the dream of the Dreamer... dreaming us all.
Oh my, time flies...
The Dreamer never dies!
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I don't know if
God is Dead or Alive.
But I do know that
I'm not yet.
And if you're reading this
Neither are you.
I don't know if
I can change your mind
Or enrich your heart.
But I do know
That even in my pain
And the pain of the world
And all the trials and tribulations
That life throws at us,
We're all in this together.
Whether we like it or not.
Overpopulation is a problem.
Pollution is a problem.
Racism is problem.
There's Global Warming, Greed, Hunger, the Poor.
The list goes on and on ...
Extinction is not a solution aka war.
There are so many religions
With so many languages
That say they have the truth.
We are not alone.
We have each other.
Only we can save each other.
If only we could just
Give love a chance ...
Will you? Will you
Let love save you?
If only Hope was Dope.
I'd become its dealer.
Give it away for free.
And get everyone addicted!
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What lies beyond
Our imagination
Beyond the echoes
Of time
Beyond the reach
Of God
What lies beyond . . .
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