Reformation

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Absolution, Class Warfare, Diet of Worms, Ebenezer Baptist Church, Equality, Indulgences, James Earl Ray, Justice, Liberty, Martin Luther, Martin Luther King Junior, Privileged Classes, Racism, Scapegoats, The Reformation

I got the blues, you got the rhythm
Martin Luther, Father of schism
He saw the church, declared, “What the hell?!”
Protestantism to make things well
Hated abuses within the church
Thought absolution ought to be earned

He was a priest and later namesake
Diet of Worms left bad aftertaste
Took Mother Church, put her on her head;
The Reformation left thousands dead
Half eon later, who came along?
Atlanta preacher to right new wrongs

Church Ebenezer, nineteen-sixties
James Earl Ray went and shot equality
Privileged classes get in uproar
When have nots declare they, too, want more
Some kind of justice, equality
Such growing pains for society

Perceive injustice top looking down
In dark racism we all could drown
Here in our nation easy to see
Way too much shouting, need listening
Looking for scapegoats is ancient game
Just change of players, it’s all the same

Blaming the victim while grabbing pie
Ain’t gonna help us see eye to eye
Gonna get mine and forget you guys
“We all have suffered,” mantra denies
History here in U. S. of A
Based on class warfare not liberty

Lot of us struggling, lot of us blind
Much of our facts self-deceptive kind
Collecting data, strengthen our case
We race like lemmings to final chase
The place is here and the time is now
To help a brother, not make him crawl

Powers that be love it when we fight
What they fear most is human insight
Insight to know that we all deserve
Equal protection and voice to be heard
I got the blues, you got the rhythm
We need right now to heal our schism

Stop pointing fingers, declaring war
Because together do so much more
Privileged classes get in uproar
When have nots declare they, too, want more
Some kind of justice, equality
Such growing pains for society

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Blue-Eyed Aryan

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"Make America Great Again", Heresy, Jihad, Manifest Destiny, Natural Order, NRA, Perception, Racism, Sharia Law

Jesus was a blue-eyed Aryan,
that’s what pictures in my Bible say.
Crazy folks depict him otherwise,
that’s the trouble with the USA.

Too many people who think they’re right
spouting nothing but heresy.
Pathetic lefties who are snowflakes
don’t know Jesus loves the NRA.

Heard a good one just the other day,
that Jesus’ skin was dark as café.
I just smiled and shook my head at this;
world’s full of crazies, all I can say.

Let’s all sing, “Sweet country tis of thee,”
here in God’s great land of liberty.
Nation blessed, Manifest Destiny;
need wall to protect land of the free.

Jesus had message of brotherhood,
said love your neighbor and all that stuff.
My neighbors all are Aryans too
and we all love our Klanny sheriff.

Natural Order we must follow
if we want to be right with God.
His true believers, we lead the siege,
against Sharia Law and Jihad.

Country was darkened for eight long years
but that dark shadow’s now been replaced.
Kicked out that Kenyan born Obama;
Trump’s Messiah of great USA.

The place is here, the time is now
to make America great again.
Gonna refresh Tree of Liberty;
patriots’ blood keeps tyrants at bay.

Singing, Jesus loves me this I know,
For my whitewashed Bible tells me so.
Caucasian blood that makes us strong!
Alt-right Bible tells us right from wrong.

Don’t get your panties all in a bunch
if you fail litmus test of race.
Love cotton pickers named Manual
so long as they remember their place.

Jesus was a blue-eyed Aryan,
that’s what pictures in my Bible say.
Crazy folks depict him otherwise,
that’s the trouble with the USA.

Too many people who think they’re right
spouting nothing but heresy.
Pathetic lefties who are snowflakes
don’t know Jesus loves the NRA.

Jesus was a blue-eyed Aryan,
that’s what pictures in my Bible say.
Crazy folks depict him otherwise,
that’s the trouble with the USA.

Jesus was a blue-eyed Aryan,
that’s what pictures in my Bible say.
Crazy folks depict him otherwise,
that’s the trouble with the USA.

Without Him

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Birthday Poem, Gina Potratz Kaufman, September 25 1962

First birthday without him, first time since he’s gone
he’ll live ever onward in heart, soul and song.
The man who stood by you throughout your life
with great pride watched you grow from child to wife.

Love of a daughter for her hero dad,
a woman grown who’s lost her first Galahad,
is not reduced because Daddy’s passed away;
he basks in your love as to heaven you pray.

You held his heart from moment of conception:
Role reversal was of late life inception.
With greatest loving care you stood by your man
and showered Dad with love best way daughter can.

The love that we take equal to what we make,
last words, final song, of Beatles’ great heart ache,
ring true for love is the greatest force on Earth
and you, sweet dear, have shown love with all you’re worth.

May this, your day, be filled with sweetness and light,
tears you may cry are love’s diamonds clear and bright.
Line of love that passes from generations,
light you send onward with greatest veneration.

Embrace the world with a full and loving heart’s
not new to you as you’ve known it from life’s start.
“Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God,”
purity of heart runs deep not mere facade.

First birthday without him, first time since he’s gone
he’ll live ever onward in heart, soul and song.
The man who stood by you throughout your life
with great pride watched you grow from child to wife.

From Behind

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Colored Lens, Daisy Dukes, Deluded, Durham, Fatherhood, Fear, GOB, Murder, North Carolina, Parenting, Racism, Revenge, Story I was told, Tautog

Told her not to go but she went anyway.
Now the bill’s come due, yeah, now there’s hell to pay.
Color of her lenses had a rosy tint.
World’s got a darker view since virtue’s been spent.

Schooled that girl to stay on our side of the tracks.
Taught her to stay away from plantation’s shacks.
Lines drawn in the sand to which we must adhere.
Kinds you just can’t trust. Think message now is clear.

Papa’s got a job, responsibility,
to keep daughters safe, can’t let his girls run free.
Time and time again to that girl I’d say,
“Stay with your own kind. Keep darkness away.”

Yearlings in the field within view of shepherd
are protected from covetous black leopards.
Playful, trusting fawns, readily lured away
easily beguiled, with innocence they pay.

Just a short car ride from Raleigh to Durham.
Compass points northwest to a place unwholesome.
There you’ll hardly find blonde haired smiling faces.
It’s part of His plan segregating races.

Quarry swimming hole, too much of temptation;
Tautogs in that pool need no invitations.
Young southern belles, swimming in their Daisy Dukes,
easily victimized by some Durham spooks.

Brink of seventeen, innocent young flowers,
easily deceived, easily devoured.
Taken on the grass, taken from behind:
Thinking of that day I nearly lose my mind.

Knew something was wrong moment baby got home.
She told me her tale and toward shotgun I dove.
“No, Daddy, no!” my darling screamed at me.
“Kill those boys and you’ll never again be free.”

Took all the strength I had to heed her advice;
wish that I had acted and nitpicked those lice.
Johnny Law’s doctor examined my baby,
took her sworn complaint then she came home with me.

Cops the next day said they’d grabbed the two young bucks
longed to take a knife and make them boys eunuchs.
Then came shocking news, cops had released accused.
Boys and other girl swore rape was just a ruse.

My whole world was tilted, trusted sweetie-pie,
I just couldn’t figure why her friend would lie.
Refused to let them coons with rape get away;
did what the law should a and made them boys pay.

Now I’m sitting in jail and with murder charged
I ain’t one bit worried; know that I’ll get off.
Because when I’m tried by jury of my peers
and we GOBs to higher law adhere.

Papa’s got a job, responsibility,
to keep daughters safe, can’t let his girls run free.
Time and time again to that girl I’d say,
“Stay with your own kind. Keep darkness away.”

Told her not to go but she went anyway.
When the bill came due, it was them boys that paid.
Color of her lenses lost their rosy tint.
Some say I done wrong but I don’t give a shit.

Before Sunrise

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Early Riser, Insomnia, North Carolina, OER- Obscenely Early Riser, Raleigh

So, I took a walk just before sunrise
Heard crickets chirping, saw stars in the sky.
Know I got nothing to complain about
My life is quite blessed of that there’s no doubt.

Gotta rise and shine and begin my day
Though I’d love some sleep, rising anyway.
Cause the only thing that’s worse than no sleep
Is just boo hoo hooing while counting sheep.

I’m missing my sleep but what can I say?
Wide awake early’s how I start my day.
Staring at the ceiling, eyes open wide
Just ain’t my style, rather rise and shine.

Air is pleasant and my prospects are fine
Smirk on my face like I’ve drank too much wine.
Folks hard at work in the early a.m.
Insomnia was preventing my REMs.

I’m missing my sleep but what can I say?
Wide awake early’s how I start my day.
Staring at the ceiling, eyes open wide
Just ain’t my style, rather rise and shine.

Took a little walk just before sunrise
Heard crickets chirping, saw stars in the sky.
Concrete all around as I made my way
Felt uplifted, was jubilation day.

Win, Lose or Tye

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Birthday Poem, October 15 1961, Tye Male

Ides of March saw Julie Caesar’s decline
but October’s Ides was when Tye did rise.
Rose not from the Earth like a green plant
but day he was born started to chant.

From very moment following birth
Tye’s hands reached out for all he was worth,
clutching at something no one else could see,
held hands south of his chest while he did breathe.

Breathed out and in and when he exhaled
lips made a sound like a soulful sax wail.
Fate predetermined is how story goes;
reaches for heaven when sax he does blow.

Takes Tye to a place just south of divine:
Feels worship’s rhythm when he’s keeping time.
We cry, “Blow, Daddy, blow! Wail on your sax!”
Tye’s music can cure hypochondriacs.

Namaste

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Basmala, Chant, Faith, He's The Way, Love, Namaste, Peace, Prayer

Namaste, namaste, namaste
Namaste, namaste, namaste
Namaste, namaste, namaste,
Nam-a-stay-a-a

He’s The Way, He’s The Way, He’s The Way
He’s The Way, He’s The Way, He’s The Way
He’s The Way, He’s The Way, He’s The Way
He’s The Way-a-a

Basmala, basmala, basmala
Basmala, basmala, basmala
Basmala, basmala, basmala
Bas-ma-la-a-a

Namaste, He’s The way, basmala
He’s The Way, basmala, Namaste
Basmala, namaste, He’s The Way
He’s The Way-a-a

We are loved, we are loved, we are loved
God above, God above, gives us love
Namaste, basmala, let us love
This I pray-a-a

We can rise, we can rise, we can rise
Each morning greeted by fresh sunrise
Basmala, God is love, He is love
Nam-a-sta-a-a

Pain and doubt, pain and doubt, pain and doubt
Must drive out, must drive out, must drive out
Basmala, namaste, God is love
God is lo-o-ove

Wash away, wash away, wash away
let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
From this day, from this day, from this day
To be bra-a-ave

Peace and love, peace and love, peace and love
Is at hand, is at hand, is at hand
Face The Son, face The Son, face The Son
Face The So-o-on

Thomas cried, Thomas cried, Thomas cried
Greatest doubt, greatest doubt, greatest doubt
Lord above, Lord above, Lord above
Touched his bl-o-od

There is hope, there is hope, there is hope
We can cope, we can cope, we can cope
All we need, all we need all, we need
Embrace love and peace

Namaste, basmala, He is love
Peace must bring, peace must bring, peace must bring
Banish fear, banish fear, banish fear
And love we’ll revere

God is love, He’s The Way, namaste
Take my hand, we can rise, basmala
Fresh sunrise, hear our cries, He is love
We can lo-o-ove

Namaste, from this day we must love
Fellow man, fear no more, we can love
Basmala, we can love, we can love
Pax dei-a-a-a

“I am The Way, The Truth and The Light,”
Words that should unite not make us fight
Fellow man, take his hand, share the light
Nama-sta-a-a

Seeds of hate, seeds of hate, seeds of hate
Must negate, must negate, must negate
Not too late, not too late, not too late
Not too la-a-ate

Namaste, namaste, namaste
Namaste, namaste, namaste
Namaste, namaste, namaste,
Nam-a-stay-a-a

He’s The Way, He’s The Way, He’s The Way
He’s The Way, He’s The Way, He’s The Way
He’s The Way, He’s The Way, He’s The Way
He’s The Way-a-a

Namaste, He’s The way, Namaste
He’s The Way, Namaste, He’s The Way
Namaste, He’s The Way, Namaste
He’s The Way-a-a

Basmala, basmala, basmala
Basmala, basmala, basmala
Basmala, basmala, basmala
Bas-ma-la-a-a

Your Man

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Love Poem, Patricia Kenel, Patricia T. Kenel. goddess, Patricia Tierney Kenel, Respect, Rock and Foundation, Strength

Your man, your man, your man, always gonna be your man.
Your man, your man, your man, know just how lucky I am.
Give thanks to The Lord in heaven, thank the stars above,
Fortune of seven billion because I have your love.

We’re all faced with sorrow, each of us with cross to bear,
I’ve got the strength to carry on when you do declare:
Your man, your man, your man, your man, you say I’m your man.
Your man, your man, your man, know just how lucky I am.

Some long for bed of roses, some to avoid sharp thorns;
Captivated by your essence, your heart, soul and form.
You’re no kind of shrinking violet, strength runs through your veins,
When all of me’s crumbled, love for you will still remain.

Got no use for doll living, no, I want flesh and blood,
And all of me I’m giving to you, woman I love.
No fairy story princesses will ever win my heart;
You shine with gleam of diamonds that pressure did impart.

Your man, your man, your man, know just how lucky I am.
Your man, your man, your man, your man, that’s just what I am.
Heavy world upon the shoulders of Atlas did fall,
When it comes to being strong my love Atlas could school.

Blessed is the man, blessed is the man who can claim your hand.
Reap favor for a lifetime because I am your man.
Received finest asset in form of life-long mate;
Diamonds, gold, silver, compared to her are second-rate.

Praising I am, praising I am, praising precious gift.
Inadequate the pedestal upon which her I lift.
Infinite the benedictions that come with mate first-rate;
To her swear undying love as we two share one fate.

Your man, your man, your man, always gonna be your man.
Your man, your man, your man, know just how lucky I am.
Give thanks to The Lord in heaven, thank the stars above,
Fortune of seven billion because I have your love.

Salaam, Effendi, Salaam

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"The Most Beautiful Woman In All Of Asia!", 10/13/1983, Birthday Poem, Laurie Thomas, New Mom!, Thirty-Fourth Birthday

Life’s no bowl of cherries
and it’s way more than a game.
Important to count blessings
and for the gift proclaim
to our loving Father,
who did populate the Earth,
how we glory in the days
with everything we’re worth.

Today’s a celebration,
a great acknowledgment,
pray that you are joyful
with gifts from vast firmament.
A double celebration
as you turn thirty-four
we revel in your birthday
and in your darling boy.

Happy birthday to Laurie,
happy birthday, girl, to you!
There’s beauty in your smile
and your soul’s shining too!
It takes a special woman
to be a loving mom
and to you, great effendi,
all bow low in salaam.

Stepping Off

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Four Seasons, Hello to Raleigh, Leaving Florida, Mayberry, Moving, Moving On, Sheriff Taylor

Stepping, stepping, stepping off, into the great unknown;
leaving behind familiar and comforts of home.
Red light of sol was shining directly in my face
when I made a left turn and headed north with haste.

One-hundred miles later, I made Jacksonville,
barely made dent in journey, had hours to go still.
I’m heading home to someplace, ain’t never been before,
Goodbye to yesterday, finer vistas at my door

Land of Mayberry Taylor, Opie and aunt Bea;
I’ll be facing hardship but I do so joyfully.
My life on desert island, surrounded by hot sand,
was not hoped-for paradise; Florida’s not my brand.

Twenty-three-million persons who call F-L-A home,
Leave them to their happiness, I never did belong.
I’m heading out like a baby anxious to be born,
Folks and places that I’ll miss, can’t claim that I am torn

Pray at my destination I’ll look around and see
winning combination that I’ll take to naturally.
I’m a man of four seasons, need winter, fall and spring
Sayonara endless summer, soul has grown new wings.

Stepping, stepping, stepping off, into the great unknown;
leaving behind familiar and comforts of home.
Stepping, stepping, stepping off, into the great unknown;
leaving behind familiar and comforts of home.