Author: B. K. Neifert

Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.

I Feel Goodness Winning Today

I’m watching wholesome programming,

I’m feeling an uplifting of good.

I hope Trump is not guilty

But I also hope that this situation gets dealt with.

 

There is a feeling that good is winning.

An uplifting spirit in the earth,

That the good are winning

And that the wicked are being defeated.

I feel, quite truthfully,

A wind like truth has won

A great victory today.

2.8.20

Why I Think

Why I think the ashes fall

And the smell of sulfur

Of the bones burnt into lime…

There is a scent like death hanging over our country

Deadly, devastating,

I smell it twice a week.

I walk out, and the stench offends me.

 

I will not praise a dictator.

I will be wise, and hold my tongue.

The trains are dying, and being put to death,

But there is nothing that can be done.

For one man covers up the sins of another.

 

So, when the blood of patriots is spilled,

When the colors of our flag bleed,

I will stand, and say, “Look,

“Your cause was all in vain.”

Interpolation

One of the joys of reading poetry, though,

Is putting ideas into the poem

And dreaming a life along with the poem.

Reading a poem like it was written today

Can give you insights into our modern time.

 

Because my poem of the same subject

Would not have been written,

Where I did make the blackbirds poets

Not revolutionaries.

 

Poetry needs to be both interpreted and interpolated.

Interpretation

When interpreting a poem,

One must read the poem

In the context of the year it was written in.

It might seem too intuitive

To be harping on,

But there are methods which wouldn’t do this.

 

Because if I did not know that Blackbirds

Were Irish revolutionaries,

A certain poem would be illegible,

And I would have thought it was about poetry dying.

 

All Philly

Eagles,

6’ers

Phillies

Flyers.

 

I love my Philly teams.

 

In the eagles,

Carson Wentz is injury prone.

He always gets taken out of the game.

We made it to the playoffs by the skin of our teeth.

We like our O and D lines in Philly,

One of the few team bases who make the linebackers stars.

 

The 76’ers

Ben and Joel are good players.

But, they don’t like each other it seems.

They always do better when not playing with one another.

Tobias Harris is good,

But we need someone who can shoot more consistent threes.

Ben makes a good layup

And Joel, when he’s not injured,

Can shoot pretty well,

But the team is never right in the chemistry

When they’re all together.

 

Phillies, Bryce Harper was overpaid

But, he did a decent job this year.

Rhys Hoskins was a bust.

We had a good base runner in McCutchin

And a good first at bat.

But he got hurt.

 

In the Flyers,

There aren’t any shining stars

But they win some games.

Hart, their goalie,

Is alright,—

But Voracek

Giroux and Lindblom

Are decent.

We had a lot of shoot outs this year

That I saw,

And a lot of games won or lost in overtime.

Our Stripes

II

 

The old mantra is this:

“Take your stripes now,

Or take them in hell.”

We’ve forgotten this part of our religion.

 

I would love to be happy,

But it seems like the prophecies of Christ are coming true.

The world is rejoicing,

Are happy and filled with good.

Meanwhile, the shepherds are idle,

The prophets are prophesying a lie.

 

What I want more than anything,

Is a wife and children.

I might not get it.

So… what do I have to mourn for?

I mourn for the unforgiveness

Of our modern era.

How men are given swift and harsh rebuke

For petty crimes.

Meanwhile, great men murder,

Take a bribe, and wrap it up.

Nature

I

 

Nature destroyed

And in place there are statues of bronze,

The trees garish

And in place men read my poetry,

The trees bud in the winter

And in place we get plays,

The animals die

And in place we get democracy…

 

I will not make a prediction.

The trees might live,

But they are budding in January and February.

Something needs done.

The world will rejoice,

While we Christians will mourn.

That is the prophecy.

 

America in Decline

America is in decline.

It is rejected by our president

But it is the truth.

 

Simply, if you have a nation of thieves and adulterers

And make them richer,

It doesn’t make the country any better to live in.

 

If everyone feasts, but have not love

It is not as good as a dish of vegetables where there is love.

 

What I want, more than anything,

Is to see America be strong.

We have to understand it is not strong.

Our religion is faltering.

It, in name, is Christianity.

In practice it is a falsehood.

 

What I want more than anything

Is this: Freedom.

 

My Revolution

My revolution is with words.

To hold the people we elect accountable.

If a gun is fired in my name,

I spit on you.

 

We need a revolution with words.

We need to wage it with our words

With our bombs and ammunition.

Not with insults, nor petty name calling.

Just with cold hard reason.

It works.

It can take the most hardened idiot

And make them a little wiser.

And an idiot made wiser is one less idiot.

 

I’m a believer in Green Day’s revolution,

Waged with words, not bombs or Gloria.

If I wanted anything, it would be this:

For the country to stop fighting among itself

And to realize that there are shady things happening underneath the surface.

 

I, like Warner Brothers,

Give your revolution in words, not bombs.

Because if we patriots are censored,

Then men die, and line up in piles high.

 

Literature is a purge of our aggression,

And a cry for peace.

No war was ever started by a fact.

Rather, it was the forbidding of hearing that fact,

And covering it up so the populations could laud it as heroic,

That is how every war was started.