The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
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The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
The Drums of Balderdash
The young man enters the jungle
Via the superhighway
Never suspecting he is a suspect
In innumerable atrocities
He is sentenced before uttering one sentence
Deaf ears do not hear his innocent pleas
Somehow the vocal minority
Has superseded the pro-active majority
Yet he journeys on
Rocks bouncing off of both cheeks
Still he trudges on, judges scorn him,
Proclaiming him weak
Even still he continues on, dwelling not in the valley
But lifting his eyes, seeking,
Searching out the next peak
He stands pre-convicted
With no way to expunge
What he hasn't done
Yet he is found guilty by genealogy
Shackled to the crusades,
The sharecroppers blade
Inherent member of the kkk
Engineer of the redmans woe
He is somehow to blame
For even more than el nino
He's the cause of Columbine
And the demise of Malcolm x and MLK
Enemy of the rhyming reverends
And he is to blame
For long dead ancestors who owned slaves
Is this something for which he should pay?
Yet, many think this way
Still he declares he sees no hue
The same God who made yellow
Made red, black and white and blue
No mans skin does he condemn
He seeks the spirit that lies within
No color coating or color coding But the Son of God is what guides him
Yet not everyone is under the Son
Some live in the shadows
And they try and rain on him
Day and night
And the rainbows they form
Contain every color but white
Still, in anothers view
He stands accused of prejudicial views
Declared blind by a doctor
Whose diagnosis is construed
The young man has apparently, inherently
Contracted a type of genetic disorder
Americular Degenerate Disease
The only cure it seems,
A Patriotomy, by removal of the backbone
Cauterized with an American flag
By bypassing this operation
The young man opens himself to ridicule
Still he struggles on through the jungle
Wolves nipping at him
While natives( who he thought friendly)
Attack from every side
And lions roar off in the distance
Still he smiles a knowing smile
Holding up his shield of faith
For he knows of a man
who slept on lions
On and on he trudges
Deeper into the jungle
The highway gets wider
Exposing him to more attacks
Off in the distance,
The drums of balderdash beat erratically
And watching in the distance
The American idle
(Which he refuses to bow before)
Berates him even more
While doing nothing
They question his allegiance
Wondering why he stands by
Listening to a burning Bush
Defiantly he declares
Anyone can stay home
And complain about S.U.V's,
On their two thousand dollar computer
Or march in a peace rally,
Through a neighborhood riddled with homeless
Or complain about global warming,
In a snow storm
Yet he prefers to hug a homeless man
And cause as much of this type
Of global warming as possible
For he knows you cant feed a hungry child
A history book, or a survey, or a poll.
Complaining from a chair is easy
But to get up,
Go out into the wilderness
Stand by the burning Bush
As it stews the melting pot
Revealing the sludge
As it pops up like sleeper cells
Exposed to the light
Scraping away the infiltrating filth
The bush burns on
Sending smoke signals declaring
We will not bow down
The smoke clears revealing
The real spirit of the eagle
Revealing not only the hungry of the world
But the feeders of the hungry
Not only the poor of the world
But the shelterers of the poor
The hard working caring Americans
The real Americans
The real America
Their lives resounding in the young mans soul
Drowning out completely
The drums of balderdash
And as they take the duct tape and plastic
And plaster it over his mouth
The young man turns a deeper shade
Of red white and blue
And thrusts deeper into the jungle,
Still typing.
The young man enters the jungle
Via the superhighway
Never suspecting he is a suspect
In innumerable atrocities
He is sentenced before uttering one sentence
Deaf ears do not hear his innocent pleas
Somehow the vocal minority
Has superseded the pro-active majority
Yet he journeys on
Rocks bouncing off of both cheeks
Still he trudges on, judges scorn him,
Proclaiming him weak
Even still he continues on, dwelling not in the valley
But lifting his eyes, seeking,
Searching out the next peak
He stands pre-convicted
With no way to expunge
What he hasn't done
Yet he is found guilty by genealogy
Shackled to the crusades,
The sharecroppers blade
Inherent member of the kkk
Engineer of the redmans woe
He is somehow to blame
For even more than el nino
He's the cause of Columbine
And the demise of Malcolm x and MLK
Enemy of the rhyming reverends
And he is to blame
For long dead ancestors who owned slaves
Is this something for which he should pay?
Yet, many think this way
Still he declares he sees no hue
The same God who made yellow
Made red, black and white and blue
No mans skin does he condemn
He seeks the spirit that lies within
No color coating or color coding But the Son of God is what guides him
Yet not everyone is under the Son
Some live in the shadows
And they try and rain on him
Day and night
And the rainbows they form
Contain every color but white
Still, in anothers view
He stands accused of prejudicial views
Declared blind by a doctor
Whose diagnosis is construed
The young man has apparently, inherently
Contracted a type of genetic disorder
Americular Degenerate Disease
The only cure it seems,
A Patriotomy, by removal of the backbone
Cauterized with an American flag
By bypassing this operation
The young man opens himself to ridicule
Still he struggles on through the jungle
Wolves nipping at him
While natives( who he thought friendly)
Attack from every side
And lions roar off in the distance
Still he smiles a knowing smile
Holding up his shield of faith
For he knows of a man
who slept on lions
On and on he trudges
Deeper into the jungle
The highway gets wider
Exposing him to more attacks
Off in the distance,
The drums of balderdash beat erratically
And watching in the distance
The American idle
(Which he refuses to bow before)
Berates him even more
While doing nothing
They question his allegiance
Wondering why he stands by
Listening to a burning Bush
Defiantly he declares
Anyone can stay home
And complain about S.U.V's,
On their two thousand dollar computer
Or march in a peace rally,
Through a neighborhood riddled with homeless
Or complain about global warming,
In a snow storm
Yet he prefers to hug a homeless man
And cause as much of this type
Of global warming as possible
For he knows you cant feed a hungry child
A history book, or a survey, or a poll.
Complaining from a chair is easy
But to get up,
Go out into the wilderness
Stand by the burning Bush
As it stews the melting pot
Revealing the sludge
As it pops up like sleeper cells
Exposed to the light
Scraping away the infiltrating filth
The bush burns on
Sending smoke signals declaring
We will not bow down
The smoke clears revealing
The real spirit of the eagle
Revealing not only the hungry of the world
But the feeders of the hungry
Not only the poor of the world
But the shelterers of the poor
The hard working caring Americans
The real Americans
The real America
Their lives resounding in the young mans soul
Drowning out completely
The drums of balderdash
And as they take the duct tape and plastic
And plaster it over his mouth
The young man turns a deeper shade
Of red white and blue
And thrusts deeper into the jungle,
Still typing.
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
Brings back memories of Zubairi Atamvaku Nasseem's works... lol. He disappeared from the face of the Earth and the only references I can find to him now are circularly redirected back to the Poetry Pages. I suspect foul play.
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
me too! i would like to find out at least what happened to him......i was really disappointed when some of my poems that had his comments on them were purged....he was a thorn in my side that i really enjoyed.....lol
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
I thought I heard awhile back that he had joined a rebel faction in his homeland in Africa. I forget which country he was from,.... maybe Heinz remembers? Was it Angola,.... Uganda,.... Congo? He was a very interesting guy. Could be dead unfortunatly,..... or imprisoned somewhere for all we know. Good poem Gordo. Well stated.
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
thanks bags............i think we just assumed he was imprisoned or killed, i dont think anyone ever confirmed anything or i sure dont reemeber if they did.....
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
There is no information on the WWW that I can find. Perhaps someone with more sophisiticated research credentials could find something out. I think it was Uganda, but may even have been South Africa. That whole continent is in a turmoil. I'm just glad that Naushin found her way to the States.
I have other African poetry friends that have vanished. Gbenga Ajileye no longer posts. Serdyn DuToit (lmoen) has been missing in action for at least 5 years, as has my first friend Mpumelelo Rantsolase (Lelo).
Oh well... life moves on and there's never any "going back".
I have other African poetry friends that have vanished. Gbenga Ajileye no longer posts. Serdyn DuToit (lmoen) has been missing in action for at least 5 years, as has my first friend Mpumelelo Rantsolase (Lelo).
Oh well... life moves on and there's never any "going back".
An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
"Oh well... life moves on"
for some, hopefully all
it was uganda, a few years back when i was really searching for him i found him on a list of professors at a school in uganda, i sent them an email askinga about him but never received a response, i dont remember how i found the college now, i have tried to refind it but cant seem to remember how i even found it in the first place....somewhere he posted where he was teaching at a college but i dont remember where and can no longer locate hardly anything about him, not that i could find much before....
for some, hopefully all
it was uganda, a few years back when i was really searching for him i found him on a list of professors at a school in uganda, i sent them an email askinga about him but never received a response, i dont remember how i found the college now, i have tried to refind it but cant seem to remember how i even found it in the first place....somewhere he posted where he was teaching at a college but i dont remember where and can no longer locate hardly anything about him, not that i could find much before....
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
he's mentioned on page twenty five with a connection to the opec boys????
http://www.hicn.org/ThirdAnnualWorkshop ... Titeca.pdf
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&safe ... tnG=Search
http://www.hicn.org/ThirdAnnualWorkshop ... Titeca.pdf
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&safe ... tnG=Search
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
this gives a date of death but i cant access the story
http://www.ask.com/web?qsrc=168&o=0&l=d ... %20%20arua
http://www.ask.com/web?qsrc=168&o=0&l=d ... %20%20arua
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
http://www.religionnewsblog.com/17356/a ... ma-lakwena
i am posting all of the articles i can find on our friends life and untimely death....
i am posting all of the articles i can find on our friends life and untimely death....
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
http://www.hicn.org/ThirdAnnualWorkshop ... Titeca.pdf (wrong person. This refers to Zubairi Atamvaku Nasser)
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
I, too, was able to find references to "Atamvaku" and "Zubairi", but none that combined the three names "Zubairi Atamvaku Nasseem" as he referred to himself other than links back to PP. Interesting that the google search brought up one of his comments on Ravyn's post "White Owl"...
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
http://radiokatwe.com/baruhazawasomi080723.htm
well the fourth post down refers to a teacher from the university he said he taught at so it is probably him, also when i looked up his profile in my copy of the first poetry pages book it refers to the "arua" which he is linked to so i think that many of these links are about him....although the opec boys is probably not....
well the fourth post down refers to a teacher from the university he said he taught at so it is probably him, also when i looked up his profile in my copy of the first poetry pages book it refers to the "arua" which he is linked to so i think that many of these links are about him....although the opec boys is probably not....
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
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Re: The Drums of Balderdash (from the archives)
I sent a message to Radio Katwe linking their article and asking for more information, if available. I'll let you know what their reply is, though it definitely sounds like our ZAN. I'm happy I was able to save most of his posts from the shredder, though it is a loss to lose his intelligent and highly thought out comments.
H.
H.
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