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HAILE SELASSIE : P O W E R of T R I N I T Y
Somebody wrong, but it not JAH Bible—ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !
Poetic Repostería
I am re-posting previous work during March.
Since 2014, I’ve published 30 original poems
for National Poetry Writing Month every April.
You can read more by clicking the NaPoWriMo widgets to the right ▶
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۞ End-Times Overload ۞
When the Mahdi returns to smite Dajjal,
When the Antichrist in his temple of lies
is vanquished by lightning from God’s black skies
as the shuddering stars blink, waver and fall,
When JAH Rastafari, Lord Jesus (and Paul)
with Isaac and Ismael—even Jibril
cash in on redemption and pay up the bill
(no longer in discord, but harmonized all)—
When the Jinn (and the tonic) have thrown in the towel
as libations are served by the Heavenly Host,
while Apollyon’s watchdog combusts with a howl
and the demons and dhimmicrats give up the ghost—
only then shall we learn not to entertain doubt.
But until that apocalypse: vote the clowns out !
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Fool for the Muse
I enjoy checking other NaPoWriMo blogs as we await April Fool’s day.
Since 2014, I’ve published 30 original poems
for National Poetry Writing Month every April.
I am re-posting previous work during March.
You can read more by clicking the NaPoWriMo widgets to the right ▶
Disabused of Muses
Poetry, you dazzled my eye
teased me with unearthly visions;
got me too high.
Primed my soul to fly to heaven
then marooned me upon the earth
sixed for seven.
You called across celestial shores
glowing in empyrean colors
then shut your doors.
Lost in your amusing mazes
I followed fast your golden thread
through dark phases.
Muse-abused and undelivered
my heartstrings wavered, stalled, then stopped—
arrows quivered.
Poetry, you’ve cheated on me;
winked and flirted, then escorted
Philosophy!
Spare me further cantos, curses,
keep your holy delirium,
unhinged verses . . .
On second thought, oh Lady cruel—
humiliate me. Lead me on.
(I’m still your fool.)
Dominatrix, queen of the word
for you I’ll suffer untold shame.
I’m undeterred.
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[Roxy Music album art: For Your Pleasure 1973]
Poesy Past
I enjoy checking other NaPoWriMo blogs as we await April Fool’s day.
I have published 30 original poems every April since 2014 for NaPoWriMo.
I am re-posting previous poems during March.
You can read them by clicking on the NaPoWriMo widgets to the right ▶
Bitter Poetaste in Mouth
Lightweight free-verse exploration,
withered ghosts and wisps of phrase,
breezy unamusing musings
barely raise
a titter, tear or lyric warning –
fail to reach a middling height;
then subside to shallow murmurs
(not quite).
Teenage existentialism
cryptic, dull confessional mush;
suitable for a poker-faced
unroyal flush.
Must you set this stuff in motion
fizzling through our universe:
half-bright comets leaving trails
of boring verse?
Incoherent thoughts meander
through your words like fish through nets
unable to ensnare your reader.
One forgets
whatever it was you started saying
(weirdly spaced, unpunctuated).
Could it be such thoughts are better
left unstated?
