Dolly Parton: bright as waters
cleft before the Israelites
may your matrons, sons, and daughters,
bluegrass saints and satellites
crown our country, brim our fountains
long as your lyrical honor reaches
from the Appalachian mountains
to that land the Bible preaches.
Hear our thanks for all your singing
all the years of Faith and Glory
lifting up the Lord, then stinging
like a psalm (imprecatory).
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.
I am guilty of taking the easy way out of poetry-blogging.
Yes, lyrical brothers and sisters, I have committed online crimes. I have posted any random video found to be amusing or relevant instead of being TRUE to my VERSE.
BitChutes and YouTubes have been impulsively embedded here at ConnectHook, instead of opening the splendorous portals of Poetry for my loyal readers to enter. I have not self-promoted sufficiently. Instead, I have veered off into culture warring, esthetic/political provocation, and endless agit-prop. Oh sweet muse, long suffering mentor, matrix and moonbeam-milker, FORGIVE ME. Withdraw not the sweet rivulets and gushing springs of your lyric inspiration. Pour out upon my readers, from the crystal pitcher of your pure poetic sources, a life-giving stream of living waters. Cast out the demons of boring modernist free-verse and incoherent identity-politics drivel. Long-suffering muse of mine, restore us one and all back to POETRY— the only reason to live and to love, the only antidote to an unfunny clownworld hell-bent on self-destruction. Remember not my poetic sins, oh faithful lover of my soul— be merciful unto me, dear lady of lyrical laughter and light.
SPRAY THEM with poetry oh muse;
MOW them DOWN with the Gatling-gun of your golden graces.
O Ye minions of loyal connectees I must share my internet joy with you.
All day my stats languished at 1 (one) view. But after posting the Scandinavian splendor of Lin Berggren’s facial physiognomy, my view count rose—no, ASCENDED to three views.
Glory hallelujah.
Nothing like a stunning Swedish singer to AMP those stats.
Yeah, baby. Sverige etc, etc.
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