Weakly Devotional

The men of Nineveh shall rise in judgment with this generation, and shall condemn it:
because they repented at the preaching of Jonas; and, behold, a greater than Jonas is here.
The queen of the south shall rise up in the judgment with this generation,and shall condemn it:
for she came from the uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon;
and, behold, a greater than Solomon is here.
Christ’s words from Matthew 12:41,42

It’s Sunday again for you cloistered patricians
aloof from the madness, the magic and myth;
who trust in your wisdom, investments, physicians
unready to answer forthwith:

Why bother with worship—in church or the zoo—
why weaken the links with a dull set of tools ?
you ask yourself over your high-end Tarrazu,
bemused at the fables of fools.

You’ve bartered salvation for New York Times articles,
sipping on bitterness (shade-grown organic).
You settle for molecules, atoms and particles
unfairly-traded, satanic—

while you celebrate emptiness, general futility
musing on nothingness, sure of specifics
ensconced in your kitchen of pampered gentility
flirting with atheist physics.

Those simple plebeians:  you’d love to enlighten them
help them, like you, to become a free-thinker
but you remain tasteful, for boldness might frighten them
reeling in fairy tales: hook, line and sinker.

Yet somebody, somewhere has uttered your sentence
(though you abhor judgement, let’s read it again).
Sheba and Nineveh, versed in repentance
await you—not whether but when.

The darkness is brewing unholy filtration;
the wine of the harlot approaches the rim;
your guilt is augmenting in slow percolation;
you shrug it all off on a whim.

The souls of Assyria rise from your paper
they watch in amazement, prepare your abyss.
Your coffee now brims a more sulfurous vapor;
oh sinner —there’s something amiss:

The crypts of Marib and the tombs of the Axumites
shudder and groan while you’re reading the Times…
(immune to the words that some Christarded  poet writes
mixing psychosis with rhymes.)

Royal Sheba will chastise your erudite unbelief,
smug self-importance and cynical talk.
Then she’ll sigh with immense Ethiopian grief
and her Highness Queen Bilqis will balk—

It is Sunday in Babylon.  What if your sunlight ends . . .
why are there mobs in the streets of the nation?
Shall you have breakfast ? —or calculate dividends;
what would you pay for salvation?

Baal improved

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Paths to Pathos

 

Poets:  a pathetic lot—

Who sing, off-key, of their own refusing.

On a quest for what is not,

Entranced with their own maudlin musing

In that zone where life gets buffered

As the pages load; confusing

Pain with what their souls have suffered:

Lyric bombs for your defusing.

 


 

write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life –
one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances.
For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.

۞ Electoral Overload ۞

جن لوگوں نے دجال کے بارے میں پڑھا ہے انکے لئے یہ جاننا آسان ہے کہ دجال کا پورا سسٹم تیار ہو چکا ہے.
انکو لیڈ کریں گے اور زلزے جو آرہے ہیں موسم بدل رہا ہے یہ سب حدیثوں میں آچکا ہے۔ پاکستان میں سیلاب اور زلزلہ ڈینگی یہ سب اسی کا ایک حصہ ہے

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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NaPoWriMo 2014

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National Poetry Writing Month is over.
Thanks to all who visited Connect/Hook during April.
I made some new poetic acquaintances
and enjoyed discovering new poetry blogs.
Here are the poems I posted during April 2014:

1.  Missing Inaction
2. Incendiary Bestiary
3. Agitating the Spin Cycle
4. Diversity Training
5. The Fowl is Fair
6. Tepeyac  
7. Licked, Stamped, Undelivered
8. Christian Types & Antitypes in Limerick
9. Biblical Babel on Route 66
10. Stop the Draft !   +  Jumping on the Bandurawagon
11. Lindísima:  Voice of Linda
12. Love-Lines: AZ
13. Psalm 23: Dolly Parton
14. Eutychus Awakes
15. Fear of Isaac
16. Evasive Measures
17. Disappointed Mis-anointings
18. End-Times Overload
19. Drowning vs. Dead
20. Weakly Devotional
21. Borders/Language/Culture
22. Hindoo Folk Song
23. Taina Fertility Chant
24. Farewell Sweet Porneia
25. Suigenericide
26. Asleep at the Wake
27. Heaven  
28. Disabused of Muses
29. Body Scan
30. Bitter Poetaste in Mouth

 

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