Inclusivity Training

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Oh beautiful for specious lies
Where Christless values reign;
For superficial battle cries
Above the muted strain:
Diversity, diversity
God hides His face from thee—
And frown he should, while planethood
Distracts humanity.

How sad it is when victim groups
Monopolize the floor;
Enabling the marginals
To agitate for more.
Diversity, diversity,
Your queer agenda rules—
With Balkanizing tendencies
Imposed on witless tools.

Degenerate in decadence
The ailing eagle flies;
In spirals of irrelevance
Through clouded toxic skies.
Diversity, diversity
The Left defines your terms;
Our weakened body politic
Grows sicker as it squirms.

Oh God, we need a miracle
Before the patient fails;
Celestial intervention please
To purge us of what ails.
Diversity, diversity
We shall not overcome—
Unless the Lord reveal  His word
‘Twixt here and Kingdom Come.

 

 


PR
MP 20:

write a poem informed by musical phrasing or melody, that employs some form of soundplay (rhyme, meter, assonance, alliteration). One way to approach this is to think of a song you know and then basically write new lyrics that fit the original song’s rhythm/phrasing.

Newport Blues

 

I lost it all, that Chinese hedge fund girl—
Yes I lost it all, damn Chinese hedge fund girl.
She done me bad, Lord this oyster lost its pearl…

My hedge fund investor— oh she done me wrong.
Said that hedge funds advisor— Lord, she done me wrong.
Closed my accounts; ran away to Hong Kong…

Lord she ruined my credit—
I lost my four homes,
My trusted bank manager
Won’t approve me no loans—

Summer home in the Hamptons: you know she stole the deed.
Summer cottage in the Hamptons, yes she stole the deed…
Oh that hedge fund manager— I’m gonna make her bleed !

She took all my money, took away my Lexus too.
Stole all my wealth, repossessed my Lexus too.
My levee is broke—know what I have to do…

Going to fly to Hong Kong, Lord I’ll hunt that woman down.
That female funds advisor ain’t nothing but a clown;
I’m going to Kung Pao her Mu Shu, with some poison on the side;
That Chinese hedge funds manager—Gonna take her for a ride.

Gonna drive to the ocean, dump her body in the sea.
Yes I’ll drive to the ocean, throw her body in the sea;
No Chinese hedge fund manager make a monkey out of me…

I’m going back to Newport, gonna polish up my yacht.
Think I’ll go back to Newport, shine that finish on my yacht…
Then escape to Bermuda—Lord knows I won’t get caught.

 


PROMPT 19:

write your own poem that tells a story in the style of a blues song

Strange Charity

 

Lo, I reign— a dubious virgin
Yawning, gaping, where I bear
A Tree of Life, whose buds now burgeon
Under the target that I wear.

Charity strikes a shocking pose
Open, upon my regal chair:
A throne where what is hidden shows
Within my book of common prayer.

A Catholic joke both strange and lewd?
Perhaps. Yet still, I make you stare…
Such charity seems rather crude
Considering what I’ve got down there.

Giovanni Maria Mosca, The Virgin of Charity, 1522

    (First-floor collections: Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston MA)

A Special Friday

Today we celebrate inclusive spirituality. Very soon, citizens of many nations will join together to affirm light and love as candles of devotion are lit in sacred spaces. On this day, the blessings of family and friendship are recognized among all races and faiths. Humankind lifts its collective soul to the universe, spreading light and positivity to all people everywhere. United in love, we envision and create a future of harmonious vibrations, firmly-grounded in the illuminating truth that there are many paths to spirituality and all seekers of spiritual Wisdom find her in the end. Whatever is true for you is real. Today is an important day for ALL faiths, all contemplative souls seeking Unity through intentionality, centered mindfulness and meditation.

On this and every day, those who passively ignore or actively reject the lordship of Christ will believe all kinds of similar crazy nonsense…