"religionists" poems
Amassed an inventory of words, marvelous and concordant, reserved for the late at night, tremulous and tremor shaking, purposed to soothe with honey, milk and cookies, and coax them, the odd ones out, to emerge slowly, oh so slowly, with a magnetic resonance, yank them from their granite tombs, and employ the force of Od to convert them over to their own side, and will not pause, be placated until they are my spring waters, my co-religionists, in grace and kindness, and I will levitate them above us, espousing our collectivity, each a designer, an artist of our gemeinschaft, free to come, free to stay, free to endeavor to clarify and excavate the roots so deep of the thin reeds of their solitary society, to stand up and count yourself linked but incapable of breaking the chain (see my photo) and even though there is nothing new under the sun, let us all remind them, a Seussian refrain, the sun nonetheless will come and clang, invitation engraved, naming you with calligraphic flourishes, a fine poem planted firm in our rooted hands saying:
Welcome child
>~~~~~~~~~<
*God Blesss the Child Whose Got His Own
Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own*
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Kissing in public is being tried to be forbidden by religion;
What is kissing and why is kissing cannot be criticized?
Kiss is a mark of love and can't be banned as an obscene!
Love and truth are said to be God by religion anywhere;
When this is so, how can true love not be allowed in open?
Hugging and kissing are common among friends and lovers
To renew close rapport whenever they meet by chance sure!
This is a natural act of voluntary disposition of any human
Taking place sans any sense of public or private place ever!
Love has no condition to abide by as it's an act of freewill
And anyone has the freedom to act so in any democracy...!
Why do the ******** religionists fail to forget that love is God?
Whether it's Valentine's day or any other occasion or anytime
Love can't be forbidden in public as it's an act of human feeling!
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
William ...
we need you now,
come on back,
soft-shoe-shuffle on back,
mordantly wander
on back,
undertaker-drag
on back,
comment on the conventions,
acidly notice things,
flagrantly ...
destroy things,
whilst muttering mutations,
just plain cut-the-rug
right out
from under,
the creationists,
the snake-handlers,
the ******** religionists,
the paranoid drug czars,
the oh so ignorant
blonde talking heads,
that son of a *****
Zimmerman,
The war is still being fought,
and Uncle Bill ...
We need you!
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Are the most ego-centric of bigots;
Believing in one's own godhead.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
protean nucleic processes polemic yield
explosive diversification
punctuated diversification
Stephen Jay Gould
paleontological hypothesis
spawning sudden flora and fauna
competed against diametrically
opposed diatribe
pairing diehard religionists
versus doubting Thomists
which creationist advocates
threatened non-believers
with damnation and eternal punishment
brethren of god thru tongue did wield
pompous empiricists
fire and brimstone sermons
excruciating punishment of soul
claimants who refute
intelligent design theorists
will meet scimitar and invincible shield!
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
I experienced experience
I witnessed experience
Swarming like wild bees
Swimming from the brooks
Of outer Marina
Racing into the fountain
Of Islet of Lagos.
Our Lagos,
Their Lagos.
Diverse religionists
On spiritual missions,
Raising up hands in supplications
For open heaven,
For praise and worship.
Some on mundane missions.
Spivs, urchins alike
But this congestion suffocated
Spaces wept for control
Sea breezes searched for outlets
From outer Marina
And wants of oxygen waves
Hands for recognition.
Both faithfuls, penitents , miscreants needed air for survival.
Protestations appealed for audience.
Legs spent and tired ,
Craving for rhapsodic attention
Where are more seats?
Where are more spaces?
Helpless ushers uncaring.
But from the stage roars
Songs of inspirations ,
Songs of supplications
Like war cries.
Sounds from desk to dawning,
Music from dawn into deskiness.
And seat glued me till cockcrow
Night broke into day.
Fading music expelled adherents
Out of arena.
A loud silence now reigned.
Freedom from the fangs of stampede.
I experienced experience
I witnessed experience
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC