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Love Your Enemies

20 Feb

love your enemies

This was inspired by one of my favorite authors, Robert Greene. This is a 34-part haiku chain poem. Some of the haiku even rhyme. I think that I’ll call my rhyming haiku Haiku Rhyme Chains.

I have a series on Twitter under the handle #loveyourenemies and I will release quick lessons around the various tweets as an info product later this year or early 2014.

Enjoy!

“Love Your Enemies”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

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They give you focus.
They ignite your passion and
make you determined.

You will learn who you
really are. Adversity
alone will show you.

Colin Powell said,
“Get mad, get over it then
get going.” Wise words.

Do not let anger
consume you to the point of
becoming reckless.

Do not waddle in
the cesspool of self pity.
It yields no results.

When one is prepared
a counter-strike will be an
unpleasant surprise.

You were not supposed
to be able to respond.
They thought you beaten.

Little did they know
how thick and impregnable
your castle’s walls are.

How deep your moat
and accurate your archers.
The oil pours so hot.

They thought you to be
alone, but you have allies
and wise advisors.

What foes may do to
you – or attempt to do, may
indeed be heinous.

However, do not
hate them. Hate blinds you. It makes
you brash and reckless.

Be thankful for what
they teach you. For how they push
you to new limits.

JFK said, “Fix your
roof when the sun is shining.”
Not when its raining.

Use times of calm to
fortify your defenses.
Prepare for battle.

Be not the one to
be called an aggressor, but
one who defends well.

That way, perhaps your
reputation will serve as
a deterring force.

To sum this all up
take the time to remember
this haiku chain rhyme:

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To your rivals you
owe a debt. Pay them back by
not getting upset.

Work to get even
instead. Psychological
warfare hurts their heads.

Their greed and lowly
scruples give them gall to run
into a brick wall.

That wall is one of
your castle’s walls. Now you have
them by their damned balls.

You don’t have to turn
the other cheek. Not when its
justice that you seek.

Do all you can to
keep the peace. However, do
not let good sense cease.

Be patient and let
things take their course then ride-off
on your swift white horse.

It is a sweet thing
to give them a kiss and watch
their pants soil with piss.

Kind of like how Mike
told Fredo, “I know it was
you.” Smell the doo-doo?

Be well-schooled in the
compiled teachings of Robert
Greene. Know what I mean?

Read The 48
Laws of Power
so over
foes you will tower.

Learn from the book The
33 Strategies of
War
to tilt the score.

“What would Jesus do?”
Well, look what they did to him
so they will screw you.

Kill them with kindness.
The unjust will think you dumb,
blind and mindless.

Feigning weakness is
a smart way to cope. Ali
called it “Rope-a-Dope.”

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Learn who is who. Friend,
foe, or frenemy. Just please
love your enemies.

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Four More Years

7 Nov

This is a Triple Rhyme Poem. I felt compelled to write something because of the re-election of President Barrack Obama. I hope that you enjoy it and see some value in my commentary.

Also, song titles are hyper-linked to their audio files on GrooveShark.com.

“Four More Years”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

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President Obama was re-elected for another term.

Will it be a smooth road ahead or will he hit a berm?

Will the country’s economy get healthier or will it become sicker with a new, super germ?

He is not a savior but I’d say the lesser of two evils.

Our military industrial complex of a country feeds on the resources of other lands like a horde of hungry boll weevils.

The power behind the power is not satisfied until the intended target kneels.

Perhaps we can fix things up at home that then repair our reputation abroad?

Who knows whether or not our revolutionary roots will act as a lighting rod.

By mobilizing “We the People” who are created equal in the eyes of God.

The U.S. Congress and the President should be forced to play nice in the sandbox.

We should keep them in the Capitol Building and fasten the locks.

If this were a different age we’d surround them with a moat filled with crocs.

You start a fire under the pot to get the water in it to boil.

Before a snake strikes it tends to coil.

Freedom isn’t free so we have to labor and toil.

Charity and agitation should start in the neighborhoods where you live.

Local politicians are to be reminded that they are public servants who are not there to take but to give.

If they are not responding to your outcry you have to question their motive.

Local, state then the feds is the hierarchy in which your concerns should flow.

Don’t let elected officials sit on their asses so spur them and make them get up and go.

If they don’t honor your requests, vote the bums out and send them down river with no paddle and tell them to row.

Also remember that you have to do for self.

Don’t wait for a benevolent government to give you a handout so go out and build your wealth.

Otherwise your rights will be stripped away and you won’t notice because it will be done using stealth.

Join a civic and/or a faith-based organization in your neighborhood.

It should be concerned with the upliftment, safety and the area’s greater good.

We always had our best results when we could say in the face of adversity “United we stood.”

All we ever had and all we will ever had is us.

Our individualistic and entitlement behavior is why we get left in the dust.

Growing up and giving back to your community is a must.

Should I have Tears of Joy where I laugh or Shout and scream because they are tears for fears?

Should I drown my sorrows by getting drunk alone or have a party where we tap glasses and say “cheers?”

Whatever the case may be we certainly cannot maintain the status quo for four more years.

For Heaven or Hell?

14 Aug

I couldn’t resist adding the below irreverent rant by comedy legend, George Carlin, on this very topic. It makes you think.

Below is an 11-part haiku chain poem. I hope that you like it.

“For Heaven or Hell?”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

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Streets paved of gold and
pearly gates. Milk and honey.
Angel wings for all.

You will see loved ones
long lost. Reunified with
your spouse forever.

Make sure to go to
church each and every Sunday
to receive blessings.

The blessings for your
faithful attendance will be
mercy and goodness.

Don’t forget to go
to church or fail to pay your
tithes and offerings.

The salvation of
your soul is at stake. So guard
your duties, my friend.

GOD loves you, but he’ll
punish disobedience.
Hot fire and brimstone.

You will burn forever.
Eternal torment because
you are damned. No hope.

Hope has been lost. You
had your chance but you didn’t
heed warnings. Obey!

HE loves you, but will
throw you in the pit with that
devil, Lucifer.

So what is your life goal?
What are you aiming for? You
for Heaven or Hell?

Saving Souls That Were Never Lost

8 Aug

This short poem is a tribute Akan Spirituality. The Akan people are an ethnic group found predominantly in Ghana and the Ivory Coast.

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“Saving Souls That Were Never Lost”
© 2012 Tyrone Turner
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Onyame is supreme and all-powerful. The creator of us all. Asasse Yaa –Mother Earth provides all that her children need.

The MIGHTY OF MIGHTIES is so grand we must go through spirits, the Abosom. They are all around us in nature. In the wind, rivers, oceans, streams, trees, mountains, rocks and animals. They bless us and protect us. They guide us through difficulties. For instance, Nana Tegare exposes evil doers and liars while Nana Esi Ketewaa protects children. We are all her children. The children of the African Diaspora are watched over by Nana Asuo Gyebi and it is he who helps us remember who we were, who we are and what we are to become.

Our ancestors, the Nsamanfo, are forever watching over us and protecting us. They are to be honored and respected. If we do not know from where we came, we can never understand why we are where we are in the present and how to get to where we want to go in the future. This is called Sankofa — return and get it.

We are not and were never godless people.

Propaganda just made it appear that way. We have a rich history with customs and traditions that are as old as time itself.

Missionaries came from strange lands telling strange tales of their gods and traditions. These gods seem very severe in how they punished their children. In some cases, entire villages were destroyed. Certain men, never women, were said to be able to speak directly with their great god. How odd that is.

There was one story of a woman who gave birth to Awurade. How can that be? A human being that gives birth to the CREATOR? One who is an equal to the ALMIGHTY? That sounds so unnatural.

We were also told that according to their holy book, we are to be servants unto our pale earthly brethren because we were cursed. Many of us were taken to slave fortresses on our shores and taken across the great sea to never be seen again. The atrocities committed against those enslaved and taken to western lands would become infamous.

There are also those who would have us say that there is no god but their god and an illiterate foreigner from the desert is his prophet. We were told that we must accept his beliefs as truth or die. How can their great god be called “the most compassionate” and “the most merciful” when he would sanction the destruction and abandonment of our way of life, our language and customs? How could equality of all men be preached but at the same time carry our young men and women off to slavery in the east?

That does not make sense.

We were told that it was necessary to adopt their ways to avoid the earthly suffering. We were told that those who do not accept their beliefs would be subjected to eternal torment in the hereafter. According to these foreigners, our souls were lost but if we abandoned our “heathen ways,” we would be among those spared and allowed into paradise.

This paradise was said to have golden gates and streets paved with gold. The people there enjoy milk and honey. We already have gold – a lot of it. Milk and honey, though? No thank you. We’ll pass as most of us are lactose intolerant and can’t drink milk.

We lived in peace and did not harm the earth. The earth gave us fruit, vegetables, livestock and gold. We did not even have a word for jail because we never needed one. Our women are equal to our men. As a matter of fact, inheritance and kingship passes through the mother, not the father. If a royal line, a man’s son cannot become king. The son of the king’s sister is heir to the throne.

Hind sight is 20-20 because as soon as they first came to our villages and towns they should have been tossed.

It is a curious thing that they had the audacity to focus on saving souls that were never lost.

Well, I’m Not So Sure

29 May

This poem is a series of 12 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form. This poem introduces the reader to Agnoticism. According to Wikipedia, in some senses, agnosticism is a stance about the difference between belief and knowledge, rather than about any specific claim or belief. In the popular sense, an agnostic is someone who neither believes nor disbelieves there is a God, whereas an atheist disbelieves in God. In the strict sense, however, agnosticism is the view that human reason is incapable of providing sufficient rational grounds to justify knowledge of whether God exists or does not. Within agnosticism there are agnostic atheists (who do not believe any deity exists, but do not deny it as a possibility) and agnostic theists (who believe a God exists but do not claim to know that).

This poem has 12 verses – 12 haiku tied together to tell a story/present a message.

“Well, I’m not so sure”

© 2011, Tyrone Turner

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Take modern science.
Dismiss things you can’t confirm.
Think critically.

Historic events
are recorded and leave things –
artifacts and graves.

Fairy tales amuse
and at times frighten children.
They just are not true.

Fear is a very
crippling and controlling tool.
Ask politicians.

The Catholic faith.
Rome’s Emperor, Constantine,
is the true father.

Moses had to go
to a mountain by himself
to get commandments.

Muhammad went to
a cave alone to receive
the Holy Qur’an.

Alone by himself
did Joseph Smith have the Book
of Mormon revealed.

Why were all of these
men alone with none to see
their event happen?

Isn’t that quite odd?
Should not truth be apparent?
Not a mystery.

Ask questions, beloved.
Be like a child and ask “Why?”
A child shall lead them.

Do you think that your
religion is the truth, friend?
Well, I’m not so sure.