Equality

We Are Equal

We are Human

We are one

We are equal

 

Let nobody divide us

Let nobody insult us

Let nobody disturb us

Let nobody change us

 

Let not because of the skin that we are divided

Let not because of wealth that we are divided

Let not because of knowledge that we are divided

Let not because of language that we are divided

Let not because of culture that we are divided

 

It’s not the race that decide

It’s not the color that decide

It’s not the banner that decide

It’s the people that decide

 

ideology is just a term

ideology is just a word

ideology does not prove anything

ideology proves that it is there to divide us

let not because of ideology we killed our own species

let not because of ideology we distance ourselves from or own species

 

 

we are human

we are one

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Streets Governed Criminal

Can you grasp something that's invisible
In the streets governed by the streets driven criminal
In the sheets, painted up with a face that isn't yours
and your hands tainted with the blood of others, and unopened doors

The sun has gone down, and the homeless are freezing
Some dancing around, and with food appeasing
While you and some others are in the room all alone..
and the air smothers you, and anxiety brings life out of the zone

A hand comes out of your thumping heart, and suffocates you silly
It comes out screaming, and dumping the pain of the world, and you get chilly
You wish you could save the world, and cradle the ill in your hands
Bring, pave and stretch out the curled, lost, to comfort the bullied trans

What is the world, when you walk around to live with someone else's blood on your hands
To live when you ignore and talk happiness but can't give and end the flood to the disappearing lands?
Don't you ever wonder what the world means when there's a bunch of so called nobodies?
Acting like a blunder is a murder and people just have a hunch who you are, and lay on our tragedies?

What is morality?
When we are bathed in brutality?
Laugh it off like we don't know,
While people are screaming below
and someone has to pay and die
and all people say is "I'm sorry, I can't, goodbye."

This is humanity.
We all try to ignore the insanity.
and someone's on the floor crying for someone to be there
and others just seem to kick, scream and glare
but for their sisters and brothers they'd probably shed a tear
But for anyone else they say they can't be here

It's truly disgusting
Respect is forever rusting
Screaming "Equality!" yet fighting and burning homes in it's name, adding blood to the unnecessary sea of issues of gender and "race" and the others trivial differences we try to hold
Through actual frivolity of rewriting and turning around simple non-offensive words like its a game, yet somehow determining what you are by shape of your face, through privileged or how old
When we both share the same organs, the emotions, and planet
breathing the same air, through the grass and granite
and still we fight which status, and hands matter the most
Competing with our apparatus and plans, that catch the eye to bleed one of our fellow brothers as a host

What's the point if we stand on dead bodies to live?
To disjoint lives that are so much more meaningful and bite the hand that gives?

This must be the meaning of our lives
To bleed a poor soul and find the next one that arrives.

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The Poison In You

What if I wasn't like you?

And I was just me, and Myself was true?

 

And if you did bad would it mean I would too? 

Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?

 

Would I be subject to your evil?

Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?

 

What if I am good in spirit,

And you might just rather not hear it

 

And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?

Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?

 

Decisions left to baseless comparison

Myself gone from me, and origin

She tells me so, I'm just like him and her

Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?

 

Bring my poison, she admits me to it

Determines me as someone else and then she sits

 

Then, who am I?

A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?

the taijitu of disparity

as long as

we keep an inkling

the size of a

mustard seed

that there

will be another day,

there is hope

for change

and growth.

 

as even those who have

no knowledge of

the virtue of hope,

are but slaves to it

as long as

a single soul

on the face

of the Earth

believes in it's worth,

and that is what

he who hath no hope

despises most.

 

10:57 AM 6/17/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The balance within inequality.

Equal grounds

all I need back is my peace of mind..
i've been walking down the borders of life, looking out to the vast sea..
the ocean of all that is to be.
wishing to float with you...
I don't want to feel so cut up.. 
the clams at the bottom are so rough.
there's dead jellyfish about..
the seagulls are so loud.. 
but I wish we could be together & completely shut it out.
 
I know you really don't need me.. so this is it.. 
i'll try not to think too much about all this, until i'm given a better reason to.
I feel sick.. is it just me?
i'm beginning to think everyone around me is ailed in some way..
this is probably true..
for me, it is not use or be used... 
equal grounds is where I like to lay.
 
this will help mask the pain.... 
one day it will just stop for awhile... 
she'll be able to smile without aching.. 
without tears swelling up in that cloud of grey & blue..
king & queen knocked off the board, your knight's & pawn's crumble, is this game done..?
 
I feel like this body just isn't me.. it's not at all a part of who I am.. 
I want to break free!!
I don't want to feel like a worthless piece of flesh...
but I re-assure myself, each time this skin blisters red..
i'm sorry I keep letting you down.. 
 
sometimes, I really just want to fall off a cliff... 
it always feels like i'm being pushed, anyway..
what's making me stay?
I can't stand being stuck in constant resistance.. 
hesitation versus action..
it's nothing happening at all, against consequence.
it's like being pulled both directions & stuck where you're at.
 
i've stretched so far for the both of you... 
the center of myself is but an empty hole.. 
worn thin.. deteriorating..
would you lie to me, if I questioned, are you all parasites..?
simply feeding...
 
i'm not here for you to feast upon..
Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.17.13

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We need to take a stand

Screw all the dumb teenagers who use the term "YOLO"
While you're at it screw Drake too and the song "the motto"
I can't tell if the people are dumb or just simply confused
I reckon I should give a lesson on when and when not to use
You've got inspiration born from dedication from people who live once
then you got the stupid born from society deciding to eat a worm for lunch
Its gives me little faith in humanity seeing how people live their lives
I know it isn't mine but I think its a waste for the many soldiers that have died
We've been given freedom and equality I'm sure they'd be ashamed
The overdose of poison injected in our ear, The doctors are to blame
All they talk about is a messed up life and exaggerate the truth
Between listen to the nonsense, I would rather loose a tooth
Its time to make a change society need a new leader
We need someone who will make a change and be a good preacher
Cleanse the delusional minds of the modern day "Hip-Hop"
Its the same as a Chinese made Iphone, they're both rip offs.

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Look (Up) Upon

 

They say to stand tall
Don't they know?
Know it can take it all just to crawl?
Silly to pretend you've never hit a wall

 

You're not the only one
We're all not alone
And neither are you
And neither am I.

 

Notice the flow
And learn it's fake
See the stuck around you
You're above, as you watch from below.

 

- ¡¿†¥lΣ®?!

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* Poems To Women

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39 POEMS TO SACRED PATHS ALL WOMEN TAKE

 

1000 LIVES

 

 

One thousand male arrows
it takes
to make one maid
dandelion seed ball

 

After 1000 lives
as husband son and brother
God did trust him
with one lifetime as a mother

*

 

(to WHO who works so hard

for his wife and children)

*

SPEED AND INACTION

*

The mind is attracted
to speed..
the heart to the slowness
of listening.

*

FREED FROM FACT

*

A woman of liberation
without limitation
A woman confident
soaring above imitation
whose ideas may fly
freed of a cage of facts.

(to Elizabeth Williams
who discovered Mad Deer Disease
25 years ago at a research
station in Colorado)
(Currently many say that
the Colorado Dept of Wildlife
spread Mad Elk Disease)
http://www.mad-cow.org

*

PRIEST AND RED SEA (VISION)

*

A priest walked through a huge crowd which parted before him like the Red Sea as he carried the lidded monstrance which contained within it the Host, the Eucharist, Christ as Bread. He approached a woman and handed her the chalice. (Of the many possible interpretations one is that whenever a soul is liberated, she is handed her own
divinity. Another is that women will inevitably be priests.

*

DIEU NHAN

*

Little baby girl
crawling on the floor
past the toys your
mother placed for you
.. over to the pen..
the pen to women
forbidden..
over and over
to the pen..
as blood flows in
all beings
so the ink waiting
to be written
flows in all women.

(to the first recorded Buddhist
Vietnamese woman poet)

*


BEV EYES

*

Bev's eyes are portals
to realms immortal

realms which her

kind heart rules

*

BYERS AVENUE

*

On Byers Avenue in HIGHland
Square in SUMMIT County
in Akron (Akros.. Greek for High)
in O Hi O
there lived an abortionist..
He asked a little girl across
the street
and aged six
to weed his garden for
2 bits. Sh hated it.
She took out all
of a certain blue plant.
He told her to go back
and get the rest.. so she took
out another kind.. a bright
red weaving weed.. He told
her not to finish til all
were gone.. til there was just a muddy
pile.. where once there'd been
green growing life.. ......
that was the last time she killed
for money.

(His mansion surrounded by high iron
fence is gone now... a high rise
senior citizen apartment building
has taken its place.)

*

(to M. B. Wallman)

*

PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTIONIST

*

She saw a partial birth abortionist
on tv.. a jet
pilot who had dropped a daisy cutter
bomb on a pregnant woman.

*

DELAYED ENTRANCE ON THE STAGE

A woman went to someone with gifts of
spiritual prophecy.. the seeker
had had 3 abortions.. the prophet
who knew nothing of her
said to her "I see a soul has knocked
on your door three times.. The 4th
time you will let him in."
The seeker burst into tears, for she
realized she had not taken away a soul's
only chance at human birth, but had only
delayed his entrance on the stage.

POWER AND BEAUTY

most statues are of warmongering
old men..
most pornography is of young women..
inflexible ancient stone..
.. rigid power seeking to violate
is beaten by concord
.. now new green ivy leaves
.. have conquered.

CINDERELLA PUMPKIN

This year an 1100 pound pumpkin
broke previous records..
... perhaps she is
sad to be trapped
in such a big pumpkin
shell
.. where her growers
have 'kept her very well'
but her size has so
blessed others
.. and soon Cinderella
will
burst out of
her private hell.

WATER MONUMENT

Next to the monuments to
famous men of action
are often reflecting pools
or lakes:
monuments to their wives..

a place of receiving
not of imposing

the stone in the statue
is inert while the water
continues to empower.

(It is not known by all that upon Thomas Jefferson's death over 200 of
his slaves were sold on the auction block.. slaves in many cases who
had worked for him their entire lives Jefferson fought to make
Missouri a slave state and allowed the French colonial invaders to return to Haiti
after John Adams had sent protection to the Haitian revolutionaries. Jefferson's legacy lives on as both Missouri and Virginia are in the execution column of states with racist patterns
of imposing the death penalty. Only 25% of US states and only 12% of the world's
countries are still involved in premeditated judicial, jury, and prosecutorial murder.)

FULL MOON PITCHER

The full moon poured
pitcher after pitcher
of coconut milk
into the sea..
and the sea..
the sea silvered it all.

(to Ruth Thomas, peace educator
for 18 of her 98 years on earth)

MOTHER EARTH GIVES HERSELF AN A

Flaming maple leaves
fall to earth..
and spangle every plant
as Mother Earth decides
to give herself
and all her children
an A in the fall
.. and in the spring
she gives each field
many gold stars..
of sunny smiling
dandy lions

HOW JESUS' SOUL CAME TO MARY

Like falling rain
oer lilyleaf tripped
Like pure moon into bright
cloud slipped
Like setting sun into
calm sea dipped
did Jesus' soul
come to Mary.

Like communion
chalice sipped
Like the river oer
fallsbrim lipped
Like dewdrop out
of buttercup dripped
was Jesus' soul
born of Mary.

(to Nancy M Wilson)

(S Everett told us that there is an ocean of deep blue light which
immerses the entire Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington
DC. Nancy Wilson left for God in September of 2002.)

SUN MOON AND STARS

When we were children,
we thought
our father was the gold sun,
and our mother the silver moon.
Not til earth set and
turned away from his sun, did we see
she was all the diamond stars.

(to our mother )

JILL OUT OF BOX

She liked sometimes to go to early morning
mass... when she was not a jack in the box..
told to stand up sit down kneel down
stand up sit down kneel down

And she was brave enough this weekend
to tell a man at the evangelical
gathering.. she no longer wanted
to be part of a flock of female
flamingoes..
or of sheep..
obediently following a hierarchical
male pastor..

She preferred alone
with God to confer
or in a circle of women
and men to concur

HEAD COVERING

Is it not odd
that in the holy temples
and mosques
head covering is donned..
while in churches
& chapels it is doffed?

Yet few change their hats
when they enter
the sacred ground
of Mother Earth
.. in spring greengowned
.. or in fall
when her leaves she
has offed
...........................
(The Course In Miracles: the holiest ground is that in which
2 former foes reconcile

Paul's injunction that women cover their heads in church is still
a cause of controversy.. though his intention was perhaps that beauty
not distract others from worship)

FIRE IN THEIR EYES

She could see
by the new fire
in their eyes
that she had lit
their souls

.. and yet
had not diminished
her own flame

(to Betty Friedan)

A 947 lb. pumpkin had been grown by a Smithville Ohio Carnegie
student 2 years ago and replaced by an 1100 lb. record breaker. God's
fruit yields 450,000 or more lbs. per acre.
http://www.acorn.net/fruitarian
http://www.egroups.com/messages/fruitarians not meant as an
endorsement of male oriented fairy tales but as an affirmation of the
infinite love within and around all beings

WOMEN INHERIT THE EARTH

The meek and women
shall inherit the earth
.. as macho male bodies
lie in the dirt..
while their souls have
gone to meet
the Maker of the Meek

(Men live longer on vegan diet Men live longer when doing work they
love. Most heart attacks occur on Monday morning as people go to jobs
they hate.)

GOD'S MAJORITY

Though her
inner voice
is only one..
by most a definite
minority
.. because
she is connected
to God
it ever is
God's majority
Though her sisters
around the world
sometimes feel
disempowered..
it is good to
remind each other
.. that we are
God's Majority

EVE RISING

Was it when Adam fell
or Eve fell
that
Eden fell
on a summer's eve?

Who knows?
but this we can tell
..
the bright moon
is on the horizon
and her
goddess Eve is Rising!!!

Fr Ron Lengwin of KDKA Radio: the apple was the heart of the first butchered animal

FELIX HELIX!

Eureka! Felix!
It's a helix!

to Rosalind Franklin whose research along with that of Linus Pauling
gave Watson and Crick crucial clues in their DNA discovery race

JEWISH WOMEN'S CAUCUS BOYCOTT OF MOSES

Before his death, her husband was sitting in the tub
musing one day.. and said "My wife organized the Jewish
Women's Caucus Boycott of Moses".. a few minutes went
by then.. "Wait! I am receiving a correction..! My wife
was the very last woman to join the boycott!"

Years went by.. and she wondered what he meant..
and began to realize that she was a latecomer to the women's rights
movement.. not having considered it as high a priority.. for she had
been saturated in love and empowerment by her parents And then came
the realization that she had wimped out on Vanessa Redgrave.. who was
ostracized for supporting a Palestinian state.

INVISIBLE WOMAN

More subtle is invisible
Unseen greater than the seen
High notes are soft but higher go
Jesus washed His disciples' feet.
Yond ego's pale
she left no tracks
Turned so fast she
seemed not to move.
The child in man
do women feed
for what is it
love has to prove
Who is the prime minister of love?
Who the president of caring?
Who the chief exec of Kind?
Who the highest head of sharing?
Male pyramids melt
in female fire.
Mens' skyscrapers stop
where women's sky begins.
Who advertise
the soul in their eyes?
Who do anonymous saints
immortalize?

Some day master learns
the faithful servant
was his guru..
Male foam wake of ocean liner
riding on a female sea.
Male speech echoes
in mate's silence
Soundless quiet which
holds all beings

©to Constantina Salamone of World Women For Animal Rights in
Brooklyn.. who coined the word speciesism and ecofeminist as she
built a network of 15,000 ecofeminists worldwide.. She passed out in
Manhattan in 1970.. pamphlets on women animals.. the vast majority of
abused animals.. whose milk and eggs are stolen ..She is an artist,
mountainclimber, and uncontainable mystic http://www.eggcruelty.com
http://www.notmilk.com http://www.veganoutreach.org
http://www.wfad.org http://www.meatout.com This poem is not meant as
an attack on the millions of sensitive men in the world.. Those who
believe in reincarnation often believe that we switch from one gender
to another, life after life, as we attempt to reach perfect balance
between our own yin and yang

TOMATO VINE

The tomato stake
was proud that
he was stable
.. upright disciplined
and able
.. but it was the
weak spineless tomato vine
who provided
all the food for the table

**********

Course In Miracles: paraphrased.. At a certain point God will ask you
to abandon rigid schedules.. to be more flexible to the calls of
Spirit

**************

MOON IN MIDST OF STARS

The harem man was a moon
surrounded by stars..
a moon because constant
preoccupation with the senses
had turned him into
the woman upon whom he focused
.. surrounded by stars.. harem
members
seemingly smaller in stature
but in actuality of much
greater spiritual size and light

PUMPKIN VINE DESCENSIONS

Nightly to heaven
their souls' ascension
To Heart Thrones,
heart queens' accessions
To lower boughs,
laden fruit trees' recessions.
To Earth Hearth
Pumpkin Vines' decensions

Now comes the Spirit
who frees
all women
from pumpkin shells
Now comes the Spirit
who liberates
women from sexist
Cinderelle.

to Constantina Salamone, builder of a
network of over 15,000 ecofeminists.. who has written
extensively on the semantics of human chauvinism

KWON YIN

She was Kwon Yin,
a divine mother of mercy
.. but when she had to,
she could also be Kwon Yang.

(to Jan F, Jan B, Jan E
JBO and JP)

EVE

As sun sets and in quiet
eve drops
a gentle rain now from
the eaves drops
Angels unbidden on Eve's soul
eavesdrop
rejoicing as guilt
finally... Eve drops

(the Sanskrit advaita theory of nonduality
as well as the unified theory of physics
.. say that God is the only Doer)

PEWS AND QUEUES

Women sat sheeplike
listening to men from pews
Women as slaves
for men's orders did queue
.. for the jails of pews
and queues
were our minded p's and q's..

Here and there we began
to gather clues
until from millenial
sleep .. out of the blue
we were awakened
by dawning freedom's

trumpet cue

STONE CHURCH

A stone church
of many chambers
in it at night
glow many lights amber
.. like an ossified
hierarchy...
whose laity
brings light

WALLFLOWERS

No more wallflowers..
no more women with quietly
broken hearts..
as they are passed by
at dances..
Women are freed
and women have..
the day seized

BAGLADIES

Why are bagmen
considered money carriers
while against bagladies
are erected barriers?

GODDESS OF THE SUN

The goddess of the sun
says goodnight
slipping away
behind her fan of rays
but in the morn she
comes our way
.. making rainbows of
crashing wave spray

MAGDALENE

No longer involved
in polyandry..
... her aura turned
all into Polyanna's

HEMLOCK

Socrates was killed by
the state with hemlock
... so many Greek men
then
did women's hems lock
.. did consign them
to domestic slavery

COMPLEX

The issues of sex
of gay
or straight
concave or convex
... have millions
of factors..
they're very complex

GOD'S SUN IN SIDE
EVERYONE

God has every
being with sanctity
anointed
not just those
in yoga double jointed
not just those by
male hierarchs
appointed

ARMAGEDDON OF AGAMEMNON

As the Armageddon
of Agamemnon
came through Helen
whom he had ravaged..
so will the Armageddon
of the violent men
who wage war
on this planet..
come from the hands of the billions
of women
they have abused, dominated, silenced.
Women will be more merciful
than the violent men they dethrone.

POWER AND BEAUTY

most statues are of warmongering
old men..
most pornography is of young women..
inflexible ancient stone..
.. rigid power seeking to violate
is beaten by concord
.. now new green ivy leaves
.. have conquered.

ANNE PERRY

As in the hive only the queen
had rights and all the other
women were slaves,
English law was kind to the queen
but other women had no recourse
when married to knaves.

(to Anne Perry whose book Bethlehem
Road details a litany of horrors
in the law)

NIGHT RESURRECTION

Resurrection is compared
to the sun's morning light
but yin sleep as well
has healed.. throughout the night.

DISTILLATION OF POETRY

While the nights are very still
the vine continues to distil
Then the days makes ripe
grape thoughts
Soon purple liquid poems outspill.

(to Rita Dove)

-Saiom Shriver-

. 1000 LIVES
. ANNE PERRY
. ARMAGEDDON OF AGAMEMNON
. BAGLADIES
. BEV'S EYES
. BYERS AVENUE
. CINDERELLA PUMPKIN
. COMPLEX
. DELAYED ENTRANCE ON THE STAGE
. DISTILLATION
. EVE RISING
. FELIX HELIX
. FIRE IN THEIR EYES
. FREED FROM FACT
. FULL MOON PITCHER
. GOD'S MAJORITY
. GOD'S SUN INSIDE EVERYONE
. HEAD COVERING
. HEMLOCK
. HOW JESUS' SOUL CAME TO MARY
. INVISIBLE WOMAN
. JEWISH WOMEN'S CAUCUS BOYCOTT OF MOSES
. JILL OUT OF BOX
. KWON YIN
. LAWBREAKERS
. MAGDALENE
. MOON IN MIDST OF STARS
. MOTHER EARTH GIVES HERSELF AN A
. NIGHT RESURRECTION
. PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTIONIST
. PEWS AND QUEUES
. POWER AND BEAUTY
. PUMPKIN VINE DESCENSIONS
. SUN MOON AND STARS
. TOMATO VINE
. VISION OF MONSTRANCE
. WALLFLOWERS
. WATER MONUMENT
. WOMEN INHERIT THE EARTH

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Notes:
..
JBO recounts a NY
Times obituary ..
a pregnant woman
tried to abort herself
with a hangar
.. the baby was born
without arms or legs..
she went around Baltimore
on a cart.. she had
to prove to Children's
Services that she was
capable of raising
a baby.. and demonstrated
changing diapers with her
teeth.. before she
was hit by a car
and killed....

Starseed Transmissions:
One does not have enough
data to assign value to any action.

Several unelected presidents, judges,
senators and representatives
have voted for war
and pursued war with the
votes of the prolife
movement. Yet the babies
of Baghdad have been
bombed and the gold bouillion has gone to
billionaires.

(Summit comes from summa which is Latin for high..
Akron from akros which is Greek for high) As the world with 6 billion
people grows more crowded and green spaces are ever more precious ..
many Catholics look to contraception .. Ed Markovich has reported
studies of the pro choice prolife spectrum.. a. some think all
abortion is wrong b. some think all abortions should be allowed c.
some believe in first trimester d. some believe in first and 2nd
trimester abortions. Sai Baba has said that often the soul does not
enter the body until the quickening (first audible heartbeat)(usually
in the 5th month) .. JBO recounts a NY Times obituary .. a pregnant
woman tried to abort herself with a hangar .. the baby was born
without arms or legs.. she went around Baltimore on a cart.. she had
to prove to Children's Services that she was capable of raising a
baby.. and demonstrated changing diapers with her teeth.. before she
was hit by a car and killed.... Story B: L had 3 abortions. She went
to a spiritual healer who said that he saw a soul knocking on her
door 3 times.. the 4th time she would let him in. L burst into tears,
realizing she had not snuffed a life.. but only delayed a soul's
entry onto the world stage

May Democrats help
ban partial birth abortions
and pull Republicans
into opposition to
the partial birth abortion
of war.

to Wallace O

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5 SHORT POEMS TO WOMEN

Eve Angel does never
evangelize..
but who can ever hide
the Godlove in her eyes
*
Every year Edith became less
and less rooster-pecked
*
She was not one to face the world
with lips pursed and tightly grabbed purse
*
He called her a clinging vine, did the
garden stake stable...
but it was she, the tomato vine, who
put all the food on the table.

The purple light which flows from
her ilght and hands has swirled around
her, folding into the swaddling
of the Divine Child

-saiom shriver-

5

Eve Angel is to EKB, who has attracted a husband of similar compassion and will
Not rooster pecked is to Jean Stapleton of All in the Family who enkindled
Edith Bunker
Tomato Vine is to all battered women and all the anonymous
angels who serve them
Purple light is to Karuna Anderson who has never passed a suffering animal by

Notes::

Mark Twain: 'Wherever
Eve is there is Eden'
***

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As the world with 6
billion people grows more
crowded and green spaces
are ever more precious
.. many Catholics and others
look to contraception
.. Ed Markovich has
reported studies
of the pro choice
prolife spectrum..
a. some think
all abortion is wrong
b. some think
all abortions should
be allowed
c. some believe in
first trimester abortion
legality
d. some believe in
first and 2nd trimester
abortions.

Some believe the soul
does not enter the
body until the quickening
(first audible
heartbeat)(usually in the 5th month)
..
JBO recounts a NY
Times obituary ..
a pregnant woman
tried to abort herself
with a hangar
.. the baby was born
without arms or legs..
she went around Baltimore
on a cart.. she had
to prove to Children's
Services that she was
capable of raising
a baby.. and demonstrated
changing diapers with her
teeth.. before she
was hit by a car
and killed....

Starseed Transmissions:
One does not have enough
data to assign value to any action.

Several unelected presidents, judges,
senators and representatives
have voted for war
and pursued war with the
votes of the prolife
movement. Yet the babies
of Baghdad have been
bombed and the gold bouillion has gone to
billionaires.
has

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Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place

THE GREAT PLACE  

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Prologue  

 

 

"Even though we face the

difficulties of today and

tomorrow, I still have a

dream. I have a dream that

my four little children will

one day live in a nation where

they will not be judged by the

color of their skin but by the

content of their character."

~Martin Luther King, jr.

 

 

In 1964, Nelson Mandela was sentenced to life in

prison. Seven years later, I was born. As soon as

I was old enough to understand, my mum and dad,

both historians, had taken me through pages in

history:   

 

 

Outside the bloody, sad tale of the fight of my Igbo

people for survival and fulfilment within Nigeria,

that of the Jews, African Americans, native American

Indians, Koori (Australian Aborigines), Tibetans;

Palestinians; including Mexican Indians, and others

across the world of then and today, the story of

the blatant oppression of native, aboriginal South

African black people by a white minority struck me in a

moving manner.   

 

 

By reading and observation, I followed the struggle

against apartheid. In humane spirit, I was drawn to

the humble, but unequivocal yearning of this South

African leader who had been condemned to spend

the rest of his powerfully advocative life in prison.

Mandela became an enigma to me. Far from me and even

farther from the world around him, Mandela, symbolic

of the courageous spirit of the South African people,

became a spirit of the deep ancestral Africa which I

resolved to uphold, embrace and celebrate after the

dawn of freedom I longed for.   

 

 

Above all, I came to realize that I had fallen in

love with a people and their struggle for a peaceful

recognition of the worth and dignity inherent in their

human essence. This love stems from my family's

unwavering involvement in the South African struggle -

a high level involvement that date back to the time

my uncle, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, was Nigeria's Foreign

Affairs Minister: 

 

 

Notably, a 1964 telegram from the United States Embassy

in South Africa to the Department of State read thus:   

 

 

"Cape Town, April 22, 1964, 11 a.m

/1/Source: Department of State, Central Files, POL

29 S AFR. Confidential; priority.

Repeated to London, USUN, Pretoria, and Lagos.

...

...

/3/In the "Rivonia" trial, nine African Nationalist

leaders, including Nelson Mandela, were charged with

planning and carrying out sabotage. The Rivonia trial

was so called because of the arrest of a number of the

defendants on a farm in Rivonia, Transvaal.

I read the following statement to FonSec Jooste"

of South Africa "yesterday afternoon:

`Nigerian Foreign Minister Wachuku has expressed to

our Ambassador' - USA - `in Lagos his view that if

death penalty should be imposed and carried out on

Mandela and other defendants in Rivonia sabotage

trial it would place moderate African leaders like

himself and Government of Nigeria, who are attempting

to follow a reasonable course on the South African

problem, in an impossible situation...'  Jooste took careful

notes. His reaction to Wachuku's statement was calm...

Satterthwaite"   

 

 

Later, in the early 80s, as Senate Foreign Affairs

Committee Chairman, my uncle, Jaja Wachuku, against the

Nigerian government policy of isolating the South African

government because of apartheid, in a very dangerous

mission, secretly went to South Africa to put pressure on

president Pieter Willem Botha, then prime minister, for

the unconditional release of Nelson Mandela and others;

including the willing abrogation and total dismantling

of the obnoxious apartheid system in every humane sense

and truthful reality. Jaja Wachuku's meeting with president

Botha was a rewarding but acrimonious one. My uncle took

this great risk for the love of his fellow brothers and

sisters in South Africa. Unflinchingly, he truely loved

all humanity; and cared so much for people's well-being,

fulfilment and peaceful joy:

 

 

For example, after the sorrowful Nigerian - Biafran war,

there were so many orphans amongst our Igbo people

in Nigeria. Jaja took some of these orphans into the

Wachuku family and wholly trained and cared for them till

adulthood. Today, these orphans of yesterday are happy and

responsilbly fulfilled members of our big, interesting

Wachuku family and the Nigerian society at large. Today,

they are my cousins, brothers and sisters in that uniquely

African manner of caring, and overwhelmingly inspiring

family tradition. Throughout his distinguished 78 years,

(1918-1996), on this earth, Jaja Wachuku deeply believed

that a wrong-doer cannot be corrected by isolation; but by

compassionate and lovingly understanding dialogue coupled

with constant interaction in order to bring that person

to the same level of love and compassionate understanding

of the fact that we all are worthy and dignified human

beings created in the image of God Almighty:

 

 

Also, during 1979 to 1983, my uncle's days of service

to our people and nation in the Nigerian Senate, a

political correspondent of one of the Nigerian newspapers

reported one amongst Jaja Wachuku's numerous visionary and

proactive advocacy and practical solution to the South

African apartheid problem, in the following words: 

 

 

"The redoutable Jaja held his colleagues

spell-bound on the floor of the Senate

as he weighed heavily on them with his

awesome oratorial machinery, defending

his vision that the defeat of apartheid

and freedom for South African blacks",

and other groups, "shall flow from the

barrels of dialogue and contact, not

from the barrels of isolation and

guns..."

 

 

So, With unwavering vision, for Jaja Wachuku, his unpopular

interaction and dialogue with the apartheid regime had to be

kept going; not just to free the blatantly oppressed and

brutalized blacks and other groups, but also to free

our beloved brothers and sisters - whites - from their

heavily overbearing circle of hatred and destructive

feelings entwined with fatal actions of hopeful

superiority upheld by glaringly unjust laws and

government policies which had no human face.

 

 

To understand more about my uncle's view as stated in

the preceding paragraph and earlier in this prologue,

please, kindly hear Frederik Willem de Klerk in his touching

autobiography titled: "The Last Trek - A New Beginning:

 

 

"It was a day of liberation - not only

for black South Africans, but also for

us white South Africans. Suddenly, the

burden of three hundred and fifty years

had been lifted from our shoulders. For

the first time, we could greet all our

countrymen without guilt or fear as

equals and as fellow South Africans.

When I woke up that morning" (10 May 1994)

"I was still the president of South Africa.

When I went to bed, the mantle had passed

from me to Nelson Mandela...

It is not only black, coloured

and Indian South Africans who have

been liberated. After generations,

whites have been freed from the

defensive Laager (the circled ox-

wagons which served as a kind of

fortress within which they could

protect their women and children

and cattle) in which they had for

centuries been confined...

It was the" Laager "ideal to which

I myself had clung until I finally

concluded, after a long process of

deep introspection, that, if pursued,

it would bring disaster to all the

peoples of our country - including

my own..."

 

 

Humbly, my family's unwavering involvement in the

South African struggle has many untold stories which

I would rather rest for now as I take you on this

soulfully moving journey through Spirit of the Deep.

However, I must let you know that everyone of us who

belongs to the Wachuku family is humbly proud to be

part of the bunch. Ours is an inspiringly outstanding

family which dates back, in known history, four hundred

and eighty years. This means that presently, the Wachuku

family of the area that is today known as Nigeria, is

in its twelfth generation because biblically, a generation

is forty years.  

 

 

Indeed, over the years, my love for the South African

people and all of humanity has continued to grow

in unfathomable dimensions:

 

 

Then, when on 11 February, 1990, six years before

my distinguished uncle, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, went

the way of all mankind, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

walked out of Victor Vester prison, a free and

healthy man, unconditionally, I held my breath

with tears and hopeful unbelief. In the deepest

corners of my soul and being, I knew that Albert

John Lutuli's visionary South Africa was here: 

 

 

Accepting the 1960 Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, Norway

on 11 December, 1961, Lutuli said:

 

 

"Our vision has always

been that of a non-racial,

democratic South Africa

which upholds the rights

of all who live in our

country to remain there

as full citizens with

equal rights and

responsibilities with

others. For the consumation

of this ideal, we have

laboured unflinchingly;

we shall continue to

labour unflinchingly."

 

 

Today, as I write Spirit of the Deep - in celebration

of Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela and all the beautiful and

humanely brave people of South Africa - these "rainbow

people of God", I feel so fulfilled; knowing that an

enigmatic reality inside of me has finally found creative

expression and explanation within the inspirational depths

of my being and unfolding earthly journey.

 

 

Accordingly, afterwards, concerning the South African

experience, I was calmly moved by the following words

from John Pilger in his paradoxical British Broadcasting

Corporation (BBC) aired documentary film entitled:  

"Apartheid did not die:"    

 

 

"Coming back to South Africa,

I have been suprised to discover

a generosity of spirit that

survived the atrocities of

apartheid. It is a humanism

expressed in the distinctly

African notion that people are

people through other people.

This sense of community and

sharing is not without the

usual frailties. But the

evidence of its resilence

is everywhere in this country.

And this film has been a tribute

to that vibrant quality.

But tributes are not enough!

...:

It was the ordinary people

of South Africa who set the

pace of change. It was their

humanity and their courage

that triumphed here;

proving that fundamental

change is possible. It

will be a tragedy for all

of us if their continuing

struggle goes unrewarded;

for its inspiration and

lessons are universal."    

 

 

From the enchanting, peaceful gardens and green country-

sides of poetic Geneva through the humbling confluence of

inspiring rivers Niger and Benue to the welcoming and

bravely kind Kraals of South Africa through to the ends

of our breath-takingly beautiful blue earth unbound, let

us acknowledge and uphold our love and cherishment for

one another. We must move with God's loving spirit in us.

Humanity must be willing enough to learn from the healing

South African experience or else, we are lost forever!  

 

 

Indeed, may God Almighty gracefully grant us the mustard

seed faith to find our spirit of the healing deep in South

Africa's inspiring and powerful yearning for peace, harmony

and fulfilment founded on love, oneness and respect for the

divine worth and dignity of all humankind. These are the

subtle, soul stirring words I leave with you this day and

always.  

 

 

Ugonna Wachuku
Geneva, Switzerland 

 

 

Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place 

~ Critiques/Comments ~   

 

 

Marcia Ellen "Happy" Beevre

happyb8888@aol.com  

 

I don't know much about God, Ugonna.  But surely if there is such a being, it's spirit has touched your heart, mind, body, and soul, and the hearts of your people!   

 

Marcia  

http://www.postpoems.com/members/happyb8888   

 

 

Amy Riberdy

winnowillwhite@hotmail.com   

 

I WISH TO SAY MUCH, BECAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH HERE, BUT, MY COMMENTS WILL BE SHORT. THE PLEA, THE HOPE, THE LOVE, THE POSITIVE DESIRE & THE UPLIFTING CRIES FOR FREEDOM, THE SYMBOLIC REFERRAL TO THE RAINBOW PEOPLE, ALL MAKE THIS PIECE STAND FOR THE PLIGHT OF SOUTH AFRICA. I HAVE LEARNED MORE FROM THIS, THAN I HAVE EVER LEARNED. NOT ABOUT APARTHEID OR ATTROCITIES, BUT, OF THE SPIRIT, THE STRENGTH OF A PEOPLE THAT SOMETIMES ARE FORGOTTEN.  WELL DONE!!!!!  

 

AMY 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/gentle   

 

 

Teresa Jacobs

truffels_37211@yahoo.com  

 

I often wonder why the world is so full of hate. We treat those who look different from ourselves with aversion. I believe that ultimately we are all brothers and sisters. My wish for the world is peace. Maybe someday we will find a cure for all of the injustices that have been placed upon those who look different and the ignorance that once was prevalent will cease to exist and all of god's children will live in peace. Your words have touched me deeply. Thank you so much for sharing them with me. You are truly a good person and someday the good will triumph over the evil.

 

Peace and Love  

Teresa 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/gentle  

 

 

Serene Moment

belleloved@excite.com

 

AWESOME!  I was mesmerized right from the start!  As it slowly unfolds, I feel that I was right there at the scene.  This piece speaks volumes of the messages of love, hope, courage, longing and aspiration for freedom.  You have spoken the voice of your people.  I was truly spellbound!  

http://www.postpoems.com/members/serene    

 

 

Angela Albee

berz13@yahoo.com

 

I scanned what you wrote...not enough time right now to full read it, but what i did read was very interesting. I like the quotes incorporated into the text. I will look foward to reading it in it's entirety. thanks. 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/darkangela  

 

 

Joleen Skerkowski

joski1230@aol.com

 

Ugonna~ I too was trying to do a quick scan through...but  I was indeed caught in your spirit in this writing..I had to continue.....there is hope in this world...spirit of community...and peace......your display is an ultimate work of the Spirit........through and through..I feel as though I am there....Thank you for sharing this ....and many blessings to you......joleen   

http://www.postpoems.com/members/photojoski   

 

 

Mona Omar

monao3@yahoo.com  

 

dear ugonna i hope the coming new year bring all your wishes true of peace and love for all humanity :) god bless you 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/mona   

 

 

Milton Manyaas

manyaas@yahoo.com   

 

Ugonna,  This speaks volumes of the spirit of humanity: the mesages of love, peace, justice for all and universal brotherhood.It is our sincere hope that the mankind would recognize these ideals in its endevour to improve our global village.  

 

Milton 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/meso    

 

 

Mary Charest

charest67@aol.com  

 

Hi Ugonna, Once again I am thrilled to hear from you and to be counted among your many friends.  This piece is very moving, yet bittersweet.  Bittersweet because it reminds me of the one-dimensional thinking that causes all the pain that these beautiful people must recover from.  If everyone could see the world from your viewpoint, it would be an ideal world.  "Let your tears from yesterday find love and peace..."  As always, from you, perfection.

 

Love and peace,

Mary   

http://www.postpoems.com/members/maryfran444   

 

 

Linda M. Medeiros

pudnsis1@aol.com   

 

Ugonna, Bless you for sharing these thoughts of South Africa and the hardships that have occurred throughout her history. Your kind, caring, loving words have been well recieved and so shall they be to all who read. Our precious gift of life should not be entwined with hatred and war, but with love. Our human lifespan is much too short to continue living in the past. Time to drop all negative ideologies and pray to our Lord for guidance through the right path. I see He has started with you and amongst others, now we must spread this love so it does not vanquish into total darkness. Thank you for sharing.

 

Love and peace. Linda 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/pudnsis1   

 

 

Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com  

 

Thanks for sharing the beauty.   

 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/mistylls    

 

 

Donna Allard

 

Well Ugonna,

 

What can I say ...we are all eagles soring above our countries..with hope and a tear that all will regain a peacefull inheritence. Many share your view(s) but few decide to write. Cheers to you for sharing your voice.  I'm expecting a 'signed' copy my friend  This May our university (U of Moncton) is giving a Literary Conference of which my part is to be responsible for bringing in poets and authors who are associated with the Atlantic. Ie: Atlantic Canada, Iceland, France, Greenland, Norway etc.. maybe one day I can bring you to Canada.  Can you send me a jpg photo and a short bio & biblo so I can add you to my Bookstore, and other sites. Thank you in advance.  Cheers! Keep Safe! Keep Peace! Keep Informed!

 

Donna Allard Allard Creative Communications

Canadian Poetry Association Membership Coordinator  

http://www.postpoems.com/members/saphire   

 

 

Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com  

 

Ugonna,  It was with humility and respect that I read your marvelous work, "Spirit of The Deep."  My wish is that you and your fellow country men and women accomplish that which you have begun . . . bringing freedom, equality, and tolerance to all people of Africa.  What a wonderful man your uncle was! How proud of him you must be.  Thank you so much for inviting me to read this wonderful book.  Best regards, Helen 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/helen  

 

 

Myra Lochner

myrataal@mweb.co.za  

 

Dear Ugonna,  

 

On reading SPIRIT OF THE DEEP, it became clear to me that no other person could have written such an eminent tribute. As a Christian, a son of Africa, and traveller of our times, you understand the heartbeat of the South African nation as a whole, yearning for peace and righteousness.  I am a white South African and I can honestly say that I was brought up by a Christian mother, who demonstrated love for all peoples of South Africa. The law of love is written on the heart...  I should like to know about the symbolic background of the eleven eagles. Is that a reference to the South African languages? Are you the 12th eagle, representative of the rest of the world? Also, what is the meaning of the spear tilling the farmlands?  Ugonna, may the peace and truth of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you where-ever you go.

 

Sincere regards,  

Myra Lochner   

http://www.postpoems.com/members/myrataal   

 

 

Michelle Obakeng

mobakeng@yahoo.com  

 

Hi Ugonna,  

 

I read through your book: "The Great Place." Thanks for posting the Prologue here. Though Frederik de Klerk may be a controversial figure, it is wisdom to have maintained his position in power with Mandela. Perhaps, that was the only way for the people of South Africa to have avoided social unrest. A bit like Abe Lincoln who unwillingly freed the slaves. God used De Klerk for good purposes.  

 

In fact, your book is a tribute to peace and peacemakers of which Nelson Mandela is a leading figure, and your Uncle: Jaja Anucha Wachuku whose name is not included in the history books.  Yes, the people of South Africa deserve to be called "Sons of God", a title that would fit every nation that has been oppressed under heaven.  Your work is proof that one can still fight under God's banner for justice -- What God demands: "Let justice roll in the land". And as you said it: "We must move with God's loving spirit in us..."  Will this publication contain illustrations?  Thanks for including me in your panel. May your work continue to touch hearts.  

 

Michelle

UK 

 

 

Mark Le Roux

mleroux@mail.com

 

Real musical quality. Can well imagine it with drums and dancers.  Would work well in a theatrical context and on the silver screen.  Passionate. Has well researched South African setting.  Imaginative! Original!  

 

Mark 

http://www.adventist.truepath.com   

 

 

Farah Didi

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

 

Ugonna,  

 

You have really excelled yourself here, 

in "SPIRIT OF THE DEEP." The spirituality, 

the oneness of humankind, the shared 

human values you bring out in the book 

through the story of South Africa has no 

bounds. 

 

It is true that "Nkosi Sikelele Africa" is 

more than just the National Anthem of a country. 

It embodies the suffering of the natives of South 

Africa in the apartheid era. And your story and 

poem brings out the heart of their suffering. 

 

Interestingly, I was blessed in meeting Nelson 

Mandela when he came to visit Wales a few years 

ago! I shall never forget that day!  

 

Thank you, Ugonna, for this wonderful visit to 

South Africa! 

 

Farah 

MALDIVES 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/destiny 

 

 

2002-03-04 09:55:55

Adele Smith

adelesmith4@yahoo.com

 

I never thought of South Africa 

in the contents you wrote this 

interesting book. 

 

Although I live in South Africa, 

I have never felt like a South African. 

I feel like an outsider in an ever  

changing world. 

 

Keep up with your writings! 

 

Adele

http://www.postpoems.com/members/alienadele 

 

 

2002-03-21 05:09:59

Douglas Lazard

dougiebgood@hotmail.com

"Jesus loves the little children...(ALL)... the children in the world!"  The day is coming soon my friend, when we shall walk in that blessed light as the children of God!  The Pain and shame that we fill now for the way the human race has treated it's brothers, will be washed away forever and replaced by everlasting love,joy and beauty! Rejoice my brother!!!  For the signs are all around us and that day draws nigh! 

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~   

http://PostPoems.com/members/dougie  

 

2002-04-26 08:51:56