Whether the Indigenous People,
robed in leathers, head dressed in feathers,
who had their own sovereign nations,
wanted it or not,
June 2nd 1924,
U.S. President Calvin Coolidge
condescendingly signed the Snyder Act,
a.k.a., the Indian Citizenship Act, into law,
thereby conferring American citizenship
on American Indians.
He had it backwards,
it was no more than an affront
as, whether the Indigenous People
wanted them or not,
it was American Indians who,
altho' they made no claim to own Mother Earth,
should have conferred American citizenship
on the Paleface People,
who were mere trespassers on tribal territory.
And Woody Guthrie
(1912 – 1967),
another white man,
was not referring
to Native Americans
when he wrote,
'This land is your land.'
In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain
Flow of warm drops from my eyes in winters,
Might be a sign that my eyes are drying.
If love is a sin, I'm among sinners,
Might be a sign that it's alone crying.
My mistake was to dive into her eyes,
And there is no way to go back to death.
I confirmed my death in the sea of lies,
No more drowning and no hustle for breath.
A normal life was not enough for me,
So, conferred my soul to love and romance.
A mad man imaging story with thee,
So there does not remain any regrance.
When my eyes are red and sky is all black,
Then there is no chance of moon going back.
Each node a bliss epicentre,
standing erect without support,
wherefrom grace bestowed does enter,
each pore of form love’s docking port.
The void holds us in warm embrace,
shimmering due to bliss rapture
as we see clearly, by God’s grace,
a knowing mind cannot capture.
We go where our attention flows
and as such we are everywhere
but it’s in stillness where thought slows,
we truly become self-aware.
The words we speak, are so offered,
as the boons upon us conferred.
The tree embraces cat and bird.
On both its blessing is conferred.
In turn, they celebrate the bliss
Of this eternal armistice.
The tree is rooted in the deep,
Where hatred, rage and envy sleep,
And reaches up, all gnarled and scarred,
To sparkling diadems of stars.
Master of Hate (conferred for general practice)
Master of Bigotic Hate (conferred for narrow-minded reasons like religious or political belief)
Master of Occupational Hate (conferred for haters for money or other favors in return or as a job or profession)
Master of Ignorant Hate (conferred for haters with reasons they cannot understand like they don't even know the person)
Master of Innocent Hate (conferred for children used to hate)
Master of Unjust Hate (conferred on haters for no reason or shallow reason)
Master of Divinistic Hate (conferred for haters who went to Bible School)
Doctor of Divinistic Hate (conferred for haters who went to bible school and also preaches the bible)
Bachelor of Hate (major in politics)
Bachelor of Hate (major in religion)
Bachelor of Hate (major in gossip)
Just for fun
So many worlds work as one;
a symbiotic tango where
no feet are ever stepped on -
no pardons conferred.
An intersection of nature,
busy, yet no traffic lights nor
accidents or road rage.
A seductive tease where
cold shoulders and hot glances
share equal stage - smirking.
The first blanket of leaves lie soaked
beneath the shuffling of the last,
covers the naked dancing/celebrating
worms and sprouts who feast
on the nourishing gifts of Autumn
now winter worn to perfection.
Waiting, a red-breast is filled,
and on high, new leaves are born
to hide their summer nests.
The pale sky always anew,
A lake of deep crystal blue,
Reflecting rainbows of every hue.
Leaves falling graciously,
And flowers fluttering softly,
The towering trees,
Aiding the gentle breeze.
The chirping of the ebullient birds,
The buzzing of the loving bees,
The creaking of the trees,
The gentle gust of the wind,
The rhyming sounds of nature and life twinned.
Though heavy rains may leave tears,
Inflicting us with burning fears,
A perfect world it was conferred,
For after everything that passes,
This splendor moment will have recurred.
Jesus Christ suffered, counted all as loss,
His life, He offered on Calvary's Cross,
Echoes of His pain reverberate round,
The Lamb of God slain that we may be found,
"Father, forgive them, for they do not know,"
He did not condemn, rather love did show,
"Today, you'll be with me in paradise,"
The robber forthwith found peace to suffice,
"Woman, here's your son." "Here is your mother",
Earthly duties done, like Him, no other,
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken?"
His anguish-filled cry leaves us all shaken,
"I'm thirsty," cried He to fulfil Scripture,
This desperate plea, a human picture,
"It is finished," said Christ, salvation won,
As He slowly bled, God's beloved Son,
"Into Your hands I commit My spirit,"
His surrender cry was heard, (as it's writ)
Crucified by men, the Creator showed
His eternal yen to save us, bestowed,
Buried in new tomb hewn in solid stone,
Silence filled the gloom, He lay there alone,
But on the day third, winning over death,
He rose and conferred His world-saving breath.
21st April 2023
If preys choose to retreat,
Inside the womb of the divine
If they chose to be deaf
To the incessant din that hurt their ears
And to be blind
To the trauma that they went through
Gather it not that the evil monsters
Trying to feast upon their purity
Shall be allowed redemption!
Gather it not that the blessings conferred unto them
Shall remain
Gather it not that their kin shall bloom into rare pearls
Gather it not even that their afterlife is meant to be as rosy
As they wish it to be
For,
Preys, when they stand back up
And face the world with a smile,
Have upon their crowns,
A tiara
Given to them as a promise
That justice shall be done
As long as they would choose to carry out their duties
And fulfil the requirements of their fates!
And armed with divine justice,
Preys are no more to be deemed as such,
Rather, they are to be feared
For being living representations of strength!
First study well to earn enough knowledge
Use the acquired expertise to get a fine job
Even though many without any qualification
Become prosperous using their unique skill
Of course, many great men became famous
By dint of hard-work and non-stop toil only
Later they were recognized for their greatness
But, we must not ridicule the conferred degrees
Only when we qualify ourselves with fine records
Our dexterity in a particular field is endorsed
As a result, that itself acts as a recommendation
And we then are sure of a very good employment
Reading, learning, writing and memorizing may
Prove to be a highly boring task, but the profits
That are going to benefit us must inspire us
As that will take us to a prosperous life-style
So, never grudge that you are asked to study
As that action will make you a respectable soul
All niceties will reach you one by one gradually
A great future will be awaiting you to give mirth.
Who had gone to the Headquarters
With my real age and a wagging tongue?
Who at The Board pounded me with mortars
From a determined snitching lung?
I guess a fellow while still standing
Didn’t aromatic gossip mind
In the area of Image Rebranding
A trusted helper of cops to a crook find!
Though, I could’ve sworn
Some fluffy cushion was the chap offered
For the journey that should have one worn,
Signaling that an honor had been conferred.
And there his fee was cleanly settled
For Good Flesh and Bones en-route rattled!
What next does A Forced Retiree:
New hopes recline on God, The Referee?
Found a faithful friend in you, father!
Flawless fulfilments of yours flourish forever.
Conferred us with constant care and concern.
Lost your love and lasted in loneliness for long.
Missed you but could manage many matters.
Tried to trace the true text of life.
I’ve got back the gone through your grandson.
Who resembles and reminds you with his rapturous responses.
Placed : 2nd
My Lost and Found Love Poetry Contest
Alliteration poetry form only.
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Date: 15-04-2022
An empty tomb, a folded sheet
That signifies all is complete.
The captives free, the battle won,
Naught yet remains; the work is done.
True, on its face, it seems absurd:
His righteousness, to me, conferred.
Devoid of merit, needing grace,
A marvelous exchange took place.
He bore my sin, took it away
And so I stand because today
Propitiation for God’s wrath
Was gained by Christ on my behalf.
Yes, he is worthy to be praised,
This Jesus Christ, the one God raised.
Do these words that I utter
Reach through to Your heart,
Do they pulse with the life
To help them depart
From my perilous soul
And fall at Your throne?
Do they come from my mouth
Despairing in tone?
Or are they but chants
Devoid of my truth
Uttered in ritual
To onlookers, soothe?
Oh heart of mine, hardened,
I pray you be honest.
Let pride fall and crumble
Oh heart, be thou modest.
Oh eyes, dried in slumber,
I pray you be open.
Let tears flow as rivers
As I am thus broken.
Do these words I can't utter
Reach through to You now?
These groanings unspeakable
Weakness avow?
When all my words fail me
I know I am heard,
I know You have listened,
And mercies conferred.
So, soul of mine, broken,
I pray you let go
That I, with my anguish
May fall at His throne.
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