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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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I See Glory

I see glory 
coming from freedom
and coming from God.
life is just our first stage,
death is when we truely live.
in the arms of God
life truely begins.


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Strike

Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.


Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!

Fore there's no future otherwise.


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To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


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Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
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Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets


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No Flowers

There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land

there are no flowers
there are no trees

where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game

where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent

where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave






Submitted for "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest sponsorerd by Sami Al-khalili


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L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


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Lakota

I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all.

Our Dakota lands are forest and vast
Where our ancestors have hunted
From long in the past.

Our tribes are, a confederation of seven
With our language of Lakota, Sioux heaven
We stand proud as we remember our past
And look to our gods, to make it all last.

A silhouette on the prairie hill i see
This shape in the distance is new to me
As we sleep in the night, we hear guns and blows
We arise from our camp, to look for the noise
We creep on the prairie to their surprise
Under the moon, where the land would flow
No longer the Buffalo.

We mount our ponies to challenge these men
What gives them this right to kill and maim
Bodies of beasts, furs cut away
Missing heads, a ghastly slay.

On reaching their camp our bows stretched
Arrows screech, hit the wretched
Watch them fall to the prarie floor
Just like the Buffalo did hours before.

Years have passed as we are moved from our lands
These poisonous men, and their poisonous glands
Bringing illness fever and strife
Ending many a Lakota life.

We reach a point in History
Which made the white man sit up and see
Their Golden Child General George Custer
And the Little Big Horn, my what a disaster.

Arapaho, Cheyenne and us Lakota too
Sliced the Blue Jackets, their Scouts too
The US Cavalry would have their glee
At the Battle Of Wounded Knee
Where Siiting Bull would finally rest
Standing Tall's story last's the test
If we Indians had the same resources
Like the silhouette on the hill
These praries we always had. would be ours still.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


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Silver Thumb

She’s  the girl, the girl with the tender touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold thumb
Beckons you to enter her web of sin
But don't go in

colorful  words she will pour in your ear
But her  lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome  man beware of her heart of silver
This heart is cold

Silver words she will pour in your ear
But her lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome man  beware of her  heart of silver
her  heart is cold

She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves silver
She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves Silver


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Listen

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
ITS SOFT AWAKENING
I LISTEN NOW
DELEUDED SHRIEKS FROM THE PIERCING LIGHT

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE WINDS
IT’S CHIMES TINKLES WITH THE MORNING DEW
I LISTEN NOW
HOWLS OF PAIN TEAR AT MY SKIN

I FELT ONCE THE GLORY OF THE SUN
BATHING PEACEFULLY IN ITS WARMTH
I FEEL NOW
INESCAPABLE FIRE THAT TORTURES MY SOUL

I FELT ONCE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE
FEELING ALIVE
I FEEL NOW
SUFFOCATION OF POLLUTION

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE SONG OF THE CITY
I LISTEN NOW TO ITS FUNERAL MARCH


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Driving Under the Influence

"Your honor, against my advice, my client has decided to plead no contest. I respectfully ask for leniency and that he be ordered to pay restitution to Tim,  Vicki Ryerson & family which would include the following"...

Walk back to that street
Crawl inside that wreck
Feel his last heart-beat
Touch his broken neck

Wake up in their dream
Face their blackest fears
Hear his mother scream
Collapse inside their tears

Stumble through their haze
Hate their morning lights
Trudge through empty days
Dread their sleepless nights

Cower on their edge
Hear their demons hiss
Slip upon their ledge
Fall in their abyss

Snap beneath their strains
Bleed out from their wounds
Spatter from their brains
Rot inside their tombs

Toe the line you crossed
Bear the cross you made
Lose what they have lost
Pay the price they paid



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Anne Frank's Kaleidoscopic Life

At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers, 
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.

Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged out of the felicity of her childhood.
Stripped off her citizenship and freedom
For Anne was born a Jew--an outcast.
Suffered owing to the sanguinary Fuhrer.
The Devil, he surpassed.

To escape the bloody clutches of Hitler
Into hiding ,they went
But never did Anne let her hope perish
In the two years of lonely confinement.
Two years of struggle to cope with adults.
Two years of struggle with food and supplies
With the thrills of love and pangs of goodbyes

Hope was her strongest weapon
To combat severe isolation and oppression.
Eternal hope kept her alive.
Courageous Anne continued to strive.

Her eyes could penetrate into the deeper meanings of life.
The pulchritude of relationships
The sublimity of nature
The plenitude of being
Life's purpose and importance
Demystified.

Alas! Betrayed by a close friend
Resulted in Anne Frank's tragic end.
The blood red hue of autumnal leaves
Stained the Earth , as the nature grieved.
- Angom Amy (15)


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Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last

In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season

We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be

We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore

Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision 
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions

Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


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The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order 
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways 
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs 
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough 
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.


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John F Kennedy

John F. Kennedy 1917-1963 The great 35th president of US It wasn't really a success He tried to stop the missile bases There were lot of angry faces When there was about to be a war Peace was what he asked for Texas was the place he was shot Later, the criminal was caught He didn't survive the pain His people cried like the rain


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


Details | Sestina | |

Class Divide

Poor  men  with  wealthy  lives  are  low  dead
Dead  and  poor  low  mens  lives  were  wealthy 
Wealthy  dead  with  lives  poor  were  low  men
Low  and  wealthy  men  had  dead  poor  lives
Lives  low  remembering  poor  wealthy  dead  men
Wealthy  lives  are  dead  those  low  poor  men
Poor  lives  are  dead  those  low  wealthy  men


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Beautiful ones are dying

Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/

A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/ 
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/


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The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


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The pen is mightier than the sword

The pen is mightier than the sword

What is it about some people?
Have they no minds of all
To me their puppets on a string
As they follow all the rules
Whether they make sense at all
That’s all beside the point
They believe all that their leaders say
When it comes to the simple joint!

Our leaders they have called the shots
On this and all that matters
They come to us on the TV set
And I hear their foolish chatter
Our premier with pigeon mind
Was heard to say one day
That cannabis is a killer drug
Or almost any way.

Now I have smoked for forty years
And not once have I ever
Suffered from this gentle weed
These leaders might be clever
Or think they are, through their position
But to me they’re simply fools
But they give me cause to laugh out loud
They’re so damned comical.

23 July 2013 @ 1133hrs.


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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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THE LAST STAND

THE LAST STAND

Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue.
Smothered beneath the white man blanket,
Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled frozen,
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pulses echo,
Can be heard on the open plain.
The weeping women kneel on sacred ground, shedding
A river of bloods tears, burning a permanent scare across,
A baron landscape.
Death's black raven shields itself, under it's crimson soaked wing,
Against shames immoral injustice. 
Greed's unsatisfiable hunger for land and riches fuels lusts desire,
Behold exterminations nay holocaust of the native inhabitance,
  Nothing remains alive except ignorance blackened shadow.
How much blood can mother earth be forced to drink before,
She drowns herself or spits up everything undigested,
 With sheer disdain and hatreds malice intent.
On a black and white chess board the winners takes it all,
Strategies grand masters playing with living pawns.
Treaties written in vanishing ink, promises disappear in thin air,
 Revealing a liars sharpened tongue.
The odds have always been stacked against those believing in fairness.
A rogue tidal wave of humanity has wiped out a nation,
And it's culture within the blink of an eye.
Flights appendages are clipped on the dove of peace, leaving it
Unable to soar above it's own habitat.
Wreckage’s refugees stumble in the ruins after math,
Rapes victims of civilizations civilized,
Are left devoid of their heritages lineage and legacy.
Elders chieftains representatives of a great nation,
Smoke peace pipes in the white mans hunting lodge
In Washington.
As human beings are hauled like cattle's cargo,
Taken to reservations burial grounds. 
Ancient ancestors lit up the heaven's vast expanse,
 By torches flame,
To guide the souls of the dead unto their great spiritual
 Plain beyond.
The pale horse gallops forward without a rider,
And the red people become a phantom tribe vanishing
 Upon the winds shifting tides.
Giving one last final trible battle war cry, 
Why my father but the great spirit answers not.
Behold America's legacy, a world trampled beneath
It's heavy iron fist, all in the name of progress or for the cause
Of Manifest destiny.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


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The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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Her Square of Fear

A hypnotist
softly speaks.

Heavy eyes lids,
Butterflies behind her eyes,
Slow heart beats,
Soft breaths,
Memories…

She was in a Riot.
It seemed to be intense.
A Revolution has started,
And everything was a mess.
In The streets of Egypt,
The Smell of tear gas 
Was suffocating,
Tears were shed,
Eyes were blurred.
She found herself at last 
In Tahrir square,
Full of anger,
Full of fear,
And death was everywhere.
She now remembers why
She has been afraid to leave the house
For more than a whole month.
She has been afraid to watch the news,
Or even the political shows.
She remembered how many people lost their eyes,
And how loud she heard their cries.
She suddenly screamed,
and was wide awake.

A hypnotist 
A silent room
Reality…

Submitted to (Picking up the Broken Pieces) Contest
27/10/2012





Details | Villanelle | |

Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder; though untrue
the reasons given?  Gone where angels fear to tread,
with no idea none at all of what to do.

Unconcerned for what is lost or even who…
just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said
at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue.

From hollow oath the young men follow through
as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead,
with no idea none at all of what to do,

What loss of value, freedom.  Dressed Red, White, and Blue
now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled,
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew,  
Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped
with no idea none at all of what to do.
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.


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Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice


Has this ever been a choice you had to make Considering life or death ~ deciding anothers fate Who has the right to judge if and when one procreates Should politicians or priests decide what’s at stake What about the child who’s raped ~ does she have a say Which choice is right ~ keep the child ~ give him away A mother carrying a child with an abnormality ~ what’s right To watch her child suffer ~ witness his fatality ~ what a sight Is it fair to say if you decide to abort ~ you don’t care I don’t claim to have an answer here ~ but say this I wouldn’t dare I wouldn’t dare ~ it’s not fair ~ I wouldn’t dare This choice is the most difficult for anyone to bare Lay


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THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | Villanelle | |

Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.

04.27.2013


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My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


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A Poem for Bloodshed

How sad is the day
when we celebrate the death of a man?
Good or evil, 
is justice so blind that it lets us know
wrong from right? 
You kill a man
but not an idea.
You celebrate a death,
you create more enemies.
Is there any justice done in killing
regardless of the actions?
Tell me how blood washed away blood?

A.N: this is a rough in the making.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Limerick | |

Farm Boy Lost

Farm boy Judd McFadden joined the army and was sent to Afghanistan.
Three months later he was shot and killed by a sorry jihadist from Pakistan.
His buddies crossed the border,
Despite a direct order,
And chased down the lousy dirty stinking rat bastard devil worshipping Taliban.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


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Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.


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Who Is That Man

The mysterious night tiptoed silently and abducted me from my bed
I saw a  dispirited district somewhere in town staring blindly at its
hopeless inhabitants whose passion lay motionless in ruins 
lamenting the vengeance for its heinous sins.

Tears wash the dusty roads evaporating quickly into clouds
Morning dew rise and fall evoking the smell of death 
spilling shadows all around  mimicking ghastly sounds.
 
A slightly grey hair man wearing a dark blue jump suit  walked through
the back door with a group of anxious people rambling behind him.
He stepped boldly on a scaffold raised above the ground that was attached
to a  giant tree in the center of the little town and  courageously
uttered a few words to the anticipated crowd.

There was something unusual about him, he  was quite composed but 
appeared to be locked up somewhere and has made his first appearance in many years.I arranged a meeting  to dine at the movie theater, to know some more about him but I got carried away with the excitement of the woeful day.

I  surveyed the  ravaged town and found astounding  maze all around shabby buildings partitioned by tattered fences separating landowners from home owners
Forthwith a woman appeared and led me into an uninhibited building
A gigantic rusty door automatically opens in front of me and thrust me inside.
I walked  on the cracked dirt ground and gazed at  the iron post supporting the abandon building's weight.

My curiosity canvassed me into the maze around the town
Despondent folks emerged from shabby zinc fences and greeted me one by one
Eyes of desperation reached out  to me passionately while faces of mercy's cry out loudly. 

My feet thread upon dirt roads that separated their tightly knitted homes
and I met  another group of people that was waiting on the other side
With cheers and smiles longings and pride they were honored to join me for tea.

The  restless nights continues to unearth  its mysteries
It took me  me to an office in the city and a group of people
waited for hours hoping that I could solve their miseries.

I sat  at a round table and glance briefly at my notes,but did not know where to begin.Someone brought me a stack of money, I pulled out some notes counted it 
and gave it to a man who was standing in line. I put the rest in a big book and closed it.

I walked patiently to another desk in the same office and another person
 handed me the check book. I wrote a check and gave the woman that was waiting.

A young girl pressed through the crowd and stood beside me
she wrote a Russian name on a paper and told me to call her
While I was trying to pronounce the name someone
spilled water on the paper and tried to erase it.

The night brought me back to the scaffold near the tree
And the figure of a white woman appeared at the top the tree
She sat on a board attached to the tree with leg crossed in lotus position 
She clasped her and  stared intensely  at the universe.

The night took me quietly back to my bed.
 I woke up suddenly and wept bitterly.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 ©2014 Christine Phillips


Details | Free verse | |

Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature


Details | Rhyme | |

Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Trayvon Brown

Walk with me,

Don't...SHOOT, 
cuz I don't wanna die young, 
I wanna grow old and have 
a daughter or a son, or maybe both, 
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun 
are a noose around my throat.

Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.

Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya

Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I wanna
make it there.

But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers 
No justice no peace.


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


Details | Free verse | |

No Butterflies in the Ghetto

six million stones
a railroad car streaked red
a thousand astrodomes
swollen with dead children
the population of houston
dallas wiped out

ugly striped prison uniforms
signifying captures and escapes
martin luther as a bigot
bonhoeffer as a hero
dying days before the
liberation

faces from rwanda darfur
signaling the continuance
of a tradition of genocide
a danish fishing boat
hiding neighbors in a
fake bottom to escape
a wicked storming

the pictures of happy
proud loving families
bludgeoned in broken glass

a soft cloth golden star
like a slave branding
pulsating with hatred and
judgement harsher than
the ornate letter a for hester

1500000 butterflies
sewn drawn carved
remembering
the children who lost 
their lives in the 
Holocaust

"Butterflies don't live in here, here in the ghetto" Pavel Friedman, April, l942

Written after a visit to The Holocaust Museum of Houston


Details | Free verse | |

Holocaust

Unrecognizable breathing carcasses
March to the graceful beat of death
A welcomed sentence to their
Savagely tortured bodies
And extinguished spirits

Unjustly slaughtered by lunatic men
Self-created superiority based on
Flawed, foolish beliefs

Manically smug smiles grotesquely displayed
As they watch the skeletal scum
Forcibly assembled for
Gaseous cleansing

Violently chaotic stampeding unfolds
Blood chilling screams forever echoing
Through the chambers of hellish horrors

Until
Massacred silence

Martyred smoke clouds the sky
Fast fading in sight
But eternally haunting


Details | Lyric | |

The End To A Wild Ride

This is the end of all the rollercoasters we have rode
So dont look back
Because the world is going up in smoke
Just ride along with me
We will find eachother when the light goes out

Lost in a Wilderness
Will we find ourselves again
After we have been blown up into peices
Who will survive?
Who will make it to the end?

The clouds will darken
And the sun will go black
There bombs will drop
And Silence our voices

Would we have found the love 
We were searching for in the 60's
Would we have found the peace
We researched in our childhood

Would we have fixed bullying
and told children about Columbine
Would we have stopped the Depression
And told children about the help they can get

Would we be ready when the world ends
Or will we be left in the past
Would we believe in God in time for our ending
Or will we still be selling books on another religion

One day we will forget how to hope and learn how to fear.


Details | Free verse | |

Anarchy On Our Hill

Watching through the 
screen, 
A large-mouthed god 
flutters flag for the 
defeat in the ballot box 
And ordered the dove 
whose glory was stolen 
To seek haven in the 
external palms. 
What is constitutional 
council 
When truth has assumed 
the statue of the sun? 
What has big brother got 
to do with crown? 
When in a decade of 
baptism of cords and 
daggers, 
Authorities were offered 
to worms of economy. 
Now to suck the 
dissolved in our 
intestines? 
Kwashiorkor as highly 
ranked officers gave us 
order to eat cherub. 
Are we truly humans 
When nutritionists have 
seen the real 
Power of mal-nutrition 
on our bony bodies? 
Many avatars of the 
globe with grid 
Have anthologized 
words of peace,
But our callous god 
configured ears to the 
rhythm of violence. 



Now poses death 
arrogantly at our door, 
beating his chest 
gallantly 
And showcases his 
desperation through 
anger-veiled youths.
The menace of 
stammering musket 
stings no more fear to 
their angry souls; 
Men whose chest 
vibrates, have fled to 
arsenal 
To indicate their choice 
of weapons from the 
ecclesiastics of death. 
Feeble women have also 
sought refuge to avoid 
the traumatic services of 
beasts. 
This anarchy positioned 
on our hill  
Roars laughter to our 
reverie of external aid. 
Another civil war bangs 
at our ant-devoured 
doors with ivory of hope.
On the rope of despair, 
we all swing and await 
the decision of fate.


Globe with grid-Symbol 
of UN
On the political crisis in 
Ivory Coast  from 
November 2110 to April 
2011


Details | Chant Royal | |

Served

The war rings in their ears.
Sleep cannot still the din.
They cannot run from these fears,
many are called back again.
Men and women without faces
fight and die in foreign places.
Homeless, yet homeward bound
with battle cries that make no sound.
No work at home, no free lunch clause
no education’s a bad background.
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Children called with meager years
to die for others sins,
or to return with only tears
for no one lets them in.
Loved ones run from their embrace
for once gentle hands hold bloods trace
So, they leave their stomping ground 
seeking shelter in the streets dead sound.
Brethren lost within the sauce
drugged, jailed or returned to compound 
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

The young ones never learn its clear
that age has power built in.
How easy it is to bring them here
to battle once again.
Ministers, Presidents, and Kings efface
the innocence of youth un-shamefaced 
replenishing dead son and daughter found
with others to toil until they’re brought to ground
Political capital, each person’s a cat’s paw
a number, a body count, a vagrant, now a clown
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Prince, must our children die to give you ground?
Must they accept your greed without a sound?
Can peace never be our Cause?
Are we to be the fox to your vicious hound?
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

* 3 Stanza version with a 5 line envoy
**The use of this form is meant to contrast the reality
of the soldier with the actions of the heirarchy.




Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Ballad | |

The Seagull

The seagull


In the winter light she limps through
Frozen snow on the frozen ground
In the deepest night the starlight
Guides her back to the colder town

Baby, baby bunting
Mummy’s gone a ****ing
Gone to fetch a wheelie bin
To bin her baby bunting in.

I don’t want my wife to find me talking to you as if I care
Can I take you somewhere warmer?
I know somewhere I’ll take you there

How the clouds hold the snow.
Up above our heads a seagull
Flies across the storm.
Snowflakes slit his skin like razors
Next to me that bastard’s warmer.

Out on the moor where the sheep are buried
By the barn door lay the babe I carried

And the icicles are forming
And the bicycles are frozen
Down the street there goes the chosen
Up his bum there goes the bosun

And the misery and torment 
Are the only things for what you’re meant
Can you pay me back what I lent
I don’t wanna get my head bent. 

The trawler trails the gulls
into the harbours arms again
The seamen spill into the alleys
Waiting for the great adventure.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Grounds of War

In time, a faded letter turned to ash,
dampened teak now acrid and abused,
a timeless quarrel's scene, an ancient clash,
one paroxysm fierce, two mastheads fused.
Subsumed in fortune's cast of reel and ruse,
blended masses nursing wounds and fears
ne'er comprehending how it ended here.

What forced each flag to wield its harshest hand,
yet cause to happenstance may seldom look,
wild thoughts untempered, soldiers of the grand,
nostalgia or clean might for pride mistook.
Fair warning to the hungry, e'en wisest book
makes not the calm of vernal noon's delight
worth more than ashen spoils from the fight.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | Lyric | |

I don't want to fight

I don’t want to fight

I’ve been here just a few long days
I’ve still a year to go
There’s not too much to do out here
The days, they pass so slow
And lord, it gets so blooming warm
It’s not the place to be
If one’s looking for a comfort zone
And sweet tranquillity.

The Cong, they send their missiles in
The guns they roar so loud
They hate our guts, behind that wire
They’re fighters, and they’re proud
These folk, they want to keep their land
And I guess they’ve got their rights
I don’t know what we’re trying to win
But I don’t want to fight.

Oh, I don’t care about Vietnam
I really, truly do not give a damn
I just want to go back home
And be just who I am.

Three hundred and sixty days to go
I think I’ll die out here
If net through this fighting thing
Maybe, I’ll die of fear
I have a wife and two sweet kids
The baby I’ve not seen
But here I am in Vietnam
All dressed in jungle green


Details | Burlesque | |

Mandelas Icon

Madiba`s Icon

Scars are a mark of character;
the character we hold up with invisible flaws;
we hold it up in one dimension;
the same character that was tormented by pseudo-invincible claws.

You carried the weight of a nations fury and veiled it with optimism,
opting to smile at hope, while shunning despair.
Yours was not a political cloak but a garment of humane virtue. 

On your last memory, cunningly stood a rabbit,
snugly sheltered by your stature,
with intentions rabid. 

It stood like an old friend,
Who`s wit and smarts you knew all too well,
the wisdom lived in you; so like the cottontail, 
you repelled  odd fiends.
 
Upon its removal
a scar shall remain,
marking the character of an icon that lived before


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Lyric | |

fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Black Sea Of Hate

I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate 
Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way 
You push your way into this world free from sin 
You came with all your innocent traits 

I have no desire to sit at your table 
Where the linen is whiter than an untouched 
Blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake 
neither will I partake! 


Your Gleaming Gorham silver wares Clusters 
Like hanging mountain grapes shapes 
Yet, I have no desire to swim 
Or to sit at your table of hate 

When the children of the Black Sea are taught to hate the priests 
Kids up north blood stain the streets while
The Politicians laughed over $2000 plate’s dinners 
Who is guarding the gates of hell?

The World of Politic sure is wild! 

http://idyllmusement.freeforums.net/index.cgi?board=poetry&action=display&thread=6


Details | Shape | |

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Epic | |

AWAKE

They are not here to help us…
They came to us, with the smiles of children
They came to us, with the warmth of mothers
They said we were one;
They claimed we had a common purpose 
We received them as friends
We received them with open arms
Into our homes
Into our lives

But disaster struck
A blood shed
Against men, women, children…
It was butchery
Blood flowed as tears
And tears flowed as sweat
Fine maidens made bare
Their breasts dancing and screaming in pain
Their backside heavy with soldiers
The little ones lay slayed on our streets
Their blood served as road markings
And their bodies as speed ramps
The little children that once danced our streets
And smiled at moonlight 
Now gritted their teeth out as a perch for flies
They are not here to help us…
Because when disaster struck,
Into their buses and wings they flew
Out of our soil
And watched us on the “trap screen” 
Kill and slay one another
Till there was nothing to see
But huge fattened flies, 
Dried blood,
Tiny bones of children,
Brave decayed bodies of fathers
And the pool of dead women who had
In their bosoms their lifeless infants

They are not here to help us…
When blood flowed; they left 
And carried all their likes with them
We were left alone 
Standing and awaiting death
There was no entry and no exit
Money was useless!
It was a mere paper used as back wipes
The only bribe for delayed death 
Was bottles of hard liquor and
 A word of prayer, if it was lucky enough 
To reach the ears of the maker faster than others
Yet they watched on; those we once accepted into our culture
Those we called brothers from different mothers!
Those we sang for, danced with and cheered on
They watched us in red pain
And put us on the center of the globe
As an entertaining sight

No one is here to help brothers!
We are all alone!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our graves are too full!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our generation is almost wiped out!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
We must help ourselves!!!
This madness must end now!!!







Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


Details | Free verse | |

compeling leather's

At what cost rags to riches splashing blind falling in trenches                                   
Cladding poor country king’s taking the life of the owner                                                   
Will they come for yours Clicking to social dictated schemes                                              
They march no more                                                                                          
They walk no more                                                                                              
They dance no more                                                                                          
Millions of shoes entreated better they where kept out of the weather                          
Maybe to be a S.S. belt, sheath or hat maybe a child will walk                                   
Unknowingly a mile in my shoes the Lord knows their destiny                                            
Like high leathery hills in store kept so many feet out of the weather                            
Carnivorous minds eat up my people for my rags they contemplate                              
They lie in wait if they would have asked I could have given                                        
Two miles to late the atrocity millions of leathers                                                     
They march no more                                                                                            
They walk no more                                                                                                 
They dance no more  
                                                                                                                      


Details | Rhyme | |

Cold World

If you thought the war was cold before,
take the temperature of Putin
Worry about a country that is your own,
do not invade what is Ukraine
No blame is dealt on citizens of either
but on poor leadership within


Details | Free verse | |

Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Free verse | |

My Mother's Eyes- Thoughts on the Armenian Genocide

They dragged her away
Kicking and screaming
Arms outstretched towards
My little sister
Who lay dying on the ground
Her lips parched
Her eyes sunken
Her wasted arms reaching out
“Myreik, don’t leave me!”
 
My father pulled her away from 
The young soldier’s hands
The one who had violated her
The one who now sneered
“Keep moving….she will be dead
Before nightfall.”
 
I hurried after them
Stumbling through my tears
Afraid of being left behind
I turned for one last look
There she lay…her eyes closing
Left behind to join the
The dead along the path
My sister….
 
That night I didn’t hear her cry
Or complain as the soldiers
Dragged her away
She was beautiful
My mother
With eyes the color
Of the sea
Eyes that danced
And twinkled
Like stars on a clear night
Eyes that smiled
Eyes that embraced
Eyes that spoke
What words couldn’t say
I fell asleep to the sound of my father’s weeping
 
“Wake up,” I heard her say
As I fought to keep my dreams alive
My eyes fluttered open
I closed them to the hungry faces
I closed them to the filth on her dress
I searched her eyes
Calm and glassy
They looked past me
Not seeing
In them I read
No pain
No joy
No recognition
No….life!
Tears sprang to my eyes
Tears for the death of my sister’s body
Tears for the death of my mother’s soul…
 
My mother’s eyes
My mother’s eyes...
They haunt me still.


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Poetic Predators

She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity 

Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces 
By, the predators of this time period 
We are the prey for  the fearful ones 
Who scrolls and display rude comments? 

Deep within as you lament over our poems 
 we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose 
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes 
Narrative poems portrays the truth 
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win 
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems 

Pieces of our past anthology anguish you 
Your Savage behavior bites you each time; 
We compose; you pursue 
We are the death of your souls 

Mr. Sleepless White Nights 
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
 
We have our rights 
You confounded wretch night stalkers. 



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Silence

"you can speak in a sentence
and no one will hear you

But you can sing a song
and it can reach ten thousand people"

People speak in silence

Afraid of what they might project
If it will harm someone or even them

Everyone is listening
But without hearing a word you say









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Tactics

in a rut
no, a trench.
pulled under like Ypres or Verdun
walls held up by bodies of dearly departed.
we gather here today because we have to.
so chew the dirt from fingernails, 
swim this mud sea.
six feet.
draped flags,
bedsheets, tablecloth rags
set the places.
mines flower on this grave.


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From a Heather Laden Hill

From a heather laden hill
A Scots king looks down
The march of his armies
In their blood, his enemy drown

His tartan clad warriors
The joining of the clans
MacDonald's, Fraser's and Stuarts
To every single man

With their claymores at the ready
Across the fields they charge
Five thousand Braveheart clansman
Patriotic hearts so large

They will never take our freedom
They will never take our lands
While a Scotsman breathes
We will fight with our bare hands
 
They charge into their enemy
Bloodied fallen, strewn
As blood rains everywhere
Wars red monsoon

Many hours later
The sounds of dying men
Boys among the still
Thought their time was then

On his heather laden hill
Our Scots king looks down
The march of his armies
Have cut our enemy down

We have driven them from our lands
They will never darken our shores
For if they ever return
They will fear the Bravehearts roar




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php


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Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

        DRIFTING IN THE HALE-BOPP
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.

We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?

Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?

      Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
       or is it just a dream where-in we die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Firearm Fantasies 1

Firearm fantasies

Guns should never be a matter of right
Firearms are not fun in  psychopath’s hands
Lax gun control laws tragedies invite

Mentally deranged are there  in all  lands
Who knows when one of them  decides to kill
Firearms are not fun in  psychopath’s hands

Crazy ones may  look like men of goodwill
Wrong is the view that firearms   make life safe
Who knows when one of them decides to kill.

Make  stricter gun control laws that do chafe
Only the deserving ones should own guns
Wrong is the view that firearms   make life safe.

One in ten thousand may need to own one
The  government needs to fearlessly act
Only the deserving ones should own guns.

Deal with the issue with resolve and tact
Guns should never  be a matter of right
The government needs to fearlessly act
Lax gun control laws tragedies invite.

Fantasy mine
Issue real for all
Obama’s  dilemma?

Ps: Written just after the killing of 26 people, including 20 small children in a school in Newtown, Connecticut, US, by a gunman . Attention is also invited to my poem ‘Firearm fatalities’ posted in Aug after the Wisconsin incident.

17/Dec/12

S. Jagathsimhan Nair

Entered in SKAT's contest on 14 Jun 13.


Details | Narrative | |

Sequel to A Girl was raped in a bus that night

It is time to grieve a cop has died
Son to a mother, darling father to a child
Leaving kin behind and many more
Claimed by the force to have been beaten to pulp by a mob seeking gore
An honest cop fell of which there are a few
But it wasn't the cop that the movement slew
The lie is contested by those present, who saw
The ugly face stands exposed of the upholders of law
They tried to twist facts to make a point
In our country even post mortem reports can be purloined
Claims made by the force are inconsistent so far
The cop wasn't battered but it was the chief’s attempt to tar
Civil society and a spontaneous movement by far

He succumbed to cardiac arrest and possibly the atrocities he witnessed that day
Taken care of by civil society who sought assistance for his medical care
Humanity grieves whenever a life is lost 
Foolish decisions by foolish men and look who’s paid the cost
There will be an inquiry, a routine government demand
But in this age of vendetta politics, the state will likely seek an innocent's remand
So vitiated is the administration’s vision today 	
For a cop’s death a political adversary will have to pay 
But in that ill fated time there was only one villain in the fray
The rest were civil society gathered near Raisina Hill that day  
Policemen on duty who had donned their uniform
Forgot the law and the oath they had sworn
Striking citizens in chilly December with water cannons and batons
They have to learn policing anew from more civilized nations
The collateral damage the chief spoke of like some Bollywood goon
Has exposed him for what he is – our national buffoon
Listen governments past and present
It is time the Augean stables were cleansed
If the freedom guaranteed by our founding fathers is not assured today
If the birthright of security that a woman needs is trivialized and frittered away
Lest ye forget the girl’s condition hasn't improved and remains critical
Time to introspect and delve into a mindset, still medieval 
A handy tool to cover misdemeanours and serving well your political ends
Who turn on their masters and subvert truths for your petty gains 
You in Government remember we are a billion or more 
Our votes count – come 2014 and election day, you’ll be shown the door


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Assassination!!

Assassinated! Four of our presidents died,
A killer's shot and our people cried,
The killers were caught and paid for their crimes,
Two were shot, the others did their time.

Attempts on the lives of seven more
Made guarding the president a dangerous chore,
The Secret Service took over in 1901,
But to guard the president they had to have guns.

To bad our presidents have to think of dying,
They should be focusing everything on supplying
Our country's people with the best Life they can give,
Instead of wondering, if after their term, they will still live.

To end this very sad but true story,
I don't think our presidents worry,
The g-men do a wonderful service
So the president doesn't have to be nervous.


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The Darkest Rain

The Darkest Rain

BIRTH

the dawn of the sun
flourishing of cells begun
birthing decadence

FIRST STEP

one innovation
persuading the rest of feet
laziness prevails

PUBERTY
metamorphosis
strength divided  by deceit
long arm of the law

REBELLION

growing civil unrest
the mass desecration of war
eminent demise

DESTINY

timeless prophecy
lethal black poisonous skies
death falling like rain

By: Jeremy Siedlecki


this poem is designed as a scale between
the lifetime of a man and the length of
mankinds existence



Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | Free verse | |

The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**


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Liberties Slowly Taken

Liberties slowly taken,
"We The People" forsaken,
From our "Leaders" nothing is said.
The economy crashes.
Propaganda T.V. flashes.
Jobs along with answers have fled.


New World Order completed.
Freedom and Saints defeated.
Faith of many shaken.
Deaths long cold rattling groan.
An ancient evil on the throne.
Enemies quickly taken.


For the "Taken" contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Its Not My Imagination, I Just Dare To Write Real Life

hide the truth, all you want
but the truth is out there 

tell as many lies as you want 
but there are eyes, who see the truth 

and may i say this 
my poems are of the true 
not my imagination...

there are bad men (all ages and sexes)
out there and when you
do not wonder what the real truth is 
they do things right in front of your eyes 
and you may not believe what you have just seen
but it did happen 
just believe in yourself 
because they are many 
and some do read Poetry...
 
I may be crazy but its not my imagination 
that i fear...

Its the real world where i ask myself 
why have the News if no one will understand
when they see a real life victim...  
writing, right in front of them...  


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Why Another Oil Spill

We know of this disastrous event As we now know of the spills extent All these years they had time to invent A remedy for repairable descent We allow them drilling consent To represent our resourceful contents Our geology is picked up by their scents Millions of years are turned into cents In Scotland we have oilfields called the Brent Where the same companies represent There is always the element of torment For nature there is never a lament All they are interested in is their percent One day they may be held to account and repent http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php


Details | I do not know? | |

For They Are Many And Legion Is There Name

standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave 

it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place 
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain  

i will not move 
no i can not move 
fear has taken over me

how cold 
how sad 
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon 
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head 
with eyes and ears 
who do not get caught
for They Are Many 
and i am only one 

trust no one....
is not just a saying 
but a truth to live by 
for they know the price of blood 
and will sell out all who get in their way 

"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)


Details | Blank verse | |

words words words

words words words 
and more words
separated by 
space and time
commas
dots
dashes 
silences and breaths
spoken and written
make as we go
to give meaning to all
the truth
and 
the lies


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Remember

(Author's note: It has come to my attention that the U.K. has decided to eliminate Holocaust 
education from its curricula, on the grounds it may "offend" some groups)

And so, for fear it may offend,
The truth is to be turned without the door
And beggared for its embarrassments,
By force forgotten, evermore.

The ghostly pasts to which we choose to blind ourselves
Will not, for that, pass on and disappear.
Each unremembered victim bides and waits
For fresh companions year to year.

     A death denied is no less true.
     The twice-wronged dead are owed their due.

So are we now, for comfort's sake
Never to remember the strange hot snow
That once was people, blown wide below
Poland's leaden skies,
The murder born of casual lies -
And steal from the dead all final dignity
Because we lack the will or strength to see
The open catalogue of Man's mad mistakes?

     The road away from truth is dark and long,
     And wrong forgot breeds greater wrong.

One hundred times one hundred centuries
Should bear the memory of our darkest deeds.
Denial sweeps the slate as we forget
And plants tomorrow's evil seeds.

     I read the lies upon the page
     And inwardly I rage, and rage.

Never remember - and yet again the cycle starts:
Sand Creek, Sarajevo, Nanking, Rwanda all repeat
With all their gathering ghosts replete
With all the sly excuses as to cause;
Humanity subsumed within the legal clause.
Never remember - and arm the State that separates
The "Us" from "Them", that sanctions hate.
We close our minds, we seal our hearts.

     I sit and rage and move my pen, but shall I yet pretend
     My wearied words will take effect? After all, they may offend.


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Put Down NUKES, Put Up Yir' Dukes- - - - - - - --------

HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.

Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it. 
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"

And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice. 
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice

No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!

Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.

Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?

Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!


Details | Free verse | |

one man army of the appocalypse

2 million suicidal babies
the munchonsen of psychiatry
just pushed me over the edge
what do we say when we cross the border?
we're going to disneyland
what are we going to do when we get there
inform as many innocents what is about to happen

going to the only country
who has its digs in every war around the world
going to the only place that lies to earth
through a video box sitting in the corner to every family on earth
going to the place of plajerists and hacks
scouring the internet for good ideas
and we are going to destroy the lies of their doctors

poisoned adults
suicidal babies
with all the no brainers in existance
why is it you are the only country singing and dancing?
why are you soo proud of your happiness
but use hate speach you call comedy on every minority
no one on earth is allowed to be happy but you?

why would this many people be upset with your legacy
how nothing has changed
the internet investigation already underway
your internet fraud to destroy life after life
and become wealthy doing it
here's a vikaden to cover the stress that your a bad person
now lets laugth and dance
have group sex to make us feel better for the things we did

party on wayne, party on garth
the bottle picking homeless with nothing left to lose
the rag man who smells like gas
a cart full of glass
we dont need bombs to take you down
as your city burns from the ground
where you realise all the flat tires
something on the road 
the explosions of your vehicles
unable to provide aid
the investigation now under way

2 million guinea pig babies
we will come to enforce your right to your person
those doctors and lawyers
lieing cheating and stealing
im not going to lie
you will be murdered
and for this shiny new penny
the maffia and biker gangs have just been hired
have a good day

im not sorry to inform you
these people will get what they deserve
you have all the power
then blacklist me
and stop playing the victom
like you do at the karaoke bar

first i'll describe heaven
and there will be no victoms of that war
then we will describe our own hell
and you can die a martyr of earth's happy ending

your joke dressed in suicide
laughing, at the consequence of you not being a punchline
you know who you are and what youve been doing
the best suggestion of considering suicide
its a good idea, especially for you, trust me


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


Details | Lyric | |

unnecessary chains

driving home
another late shift 
work long hours just 
to make dues
when the money I received 
gets paid back to you. 
lurking in the shadows
a man that has no soul
looking for ways to make
them like him more
his face is fresh I speak the truth
but justice isn't there...
all he cares is bonuses they set for him 
to slayer. 
corruptness lies where there is debt
and in our debt lies chains
the ones who say we're free are lame to think
its not a game. 
a joke, lies go up in smoke
as he goes home, with his bonus, alone.
wishing his dick was a little bigger. 
wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves
the man he took away. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
his fresh robotic face
a disgust to the human race.


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


Details | Free verse | |

Protect and Serve?

Unprovoked attacks
Death screams from the hearts of the innocent
A child's last breath
Lies in your arms
Raise your weapon
For the sickness f****ing your mind
Protect and serve?
F*** that, let's massacre them all
Let's burn and pillage 
This family's home and make them watch
Piss in this man's hands
And spit at his feet
Let bullets rain on his chest
So his children see
Protect and serve?
Intimidate and rape
They fear your "help"
And comply with tears in their eyes
And a gun to their temple
Dirt on their knees, in a pool of their father's blood
Protect and serve?
I think not.


*About a news report I recently saw, about U.S. soldiers killing innocent civilians for
sport. (This has been going on since there has ever been wars, it's not a new issue.) They
blamed it on being in a drug-induced state of mind, and on seeing disturbing images of
warfare. We debated in my class whether or not this type of murder can be justified. I
argued strongly and loudly that NO traumatization or drugged mind is a just reason to
murder and torture innocent people. The U.S. military is here to PROTECT and SERVE all
people. Does this sound like protection to you?


Details | Rispetto | |

Firearm fatalities

Firearm  fatalities

Look at what recent media reports state
Awful, ironical, amusing  at once
Folks at the mercy of firearms in the STATES
Which fights terror, left and right, with booming guns.

Why not, at gun control laws, have a relook?
In Oak Creek and elsewhere, what a toll it took
Putting  US civilian lives more at risk
Than those in the war-torn  Afghan and Iraq.

7th Aug 12


Details | Rhyme | |

I dont want to think about that

So what if i smoke, who does it hurt?
Why do you care what plant i choose to grow from the dirt?
I just want to laugh again,
I i just want to smile again,
Smile for something other then a family photo.
This is my crutch, this is how i cope..
This is how i tell my self that there is still hope, It could be my only hope.
My obi-wan-kanobi, the only one who knows me.
I don't know if your my savior but do believe your close,
you keep me laughing, you keep me off a rope.
mother why can't you see! 
This is so much more then dope!
It leaves a sour taste now because I know you don't approve,
there is so much worse things that i could use and abuse,
Don't you remember my friend Dillon? Don't you remember the news?
I knew he was getting into bad Sh*t but i just ignored the clues..
but f*ck, i don't want to think about that....
F*CK! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!
Maybe if i smoke this it will somehow bring him back..


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MH17-298

Another atrocity, just where does it end Two hundred and ninety eight people in plummeting send Flying to wherever, it doesn't matter where They were all entitled, simply to get there .


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Only One Man

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
theirs... 
The politician who calls war, is the war himself... 
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers... 
Politicians are the reason countries go to war... 
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.


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COME FLY WITH US

    COME FLY WITH US
We need you to get on them airplanes
and fly.
Come fly with us
come fly lets fly today.
Fly to Dizzyland.
Fly to New Yolk and spend money.,
You are safe
we have US Sky Marshalls
in our airplanes
and the Stewardass's know karati, kung fu, jui jitsui
and artificial percperation.
If nothing else works,
our generals have permission to
shoot airplanes down.
Come fly today. 
And if the fighter pilot
misses his shot,
we gots a few
drones.
We gots big drones n itty bitty drones
high flyin drones and hop skotchin drones
We gots heat seekin drones
and winndow peekin drones.
Andy of our drones
can blow anything
out'n the sky.
See y'all is safe.
Come fly with us today.
Come fly today.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Auschwitz

No more the wretched screams of pain are heard within this place
We walk here with the ghosts of they who ever haunt this space
This godforsaken abattoir, this slaughter house of shame
Remembered in far distant land with one eternal  flame.

No birds sing here nor pass in flight, Life pauses at the gate 
The silence of the grave abides within this fence of hate
And even from the hardest heart it screams the question why
The ovens yawn their dreadful truth that bleeds tears from the eye.

A cold and dreadful ambiance is trapped within this wire
Imagined sounds of shuffling feet of those consigned to fire
The chambers shame in silence bears, the horror that befell
What evil, Godless, twisted mind, designed this ordered Hell

What awful thought, what sick warped mind, imagined such as this
Where hid the souls, who sold their friends, betrayed with Judas kiss
Repentant tears can never cleanse, this stain that mars this land
Nor Pilate’s basin, wash the blame, from bigots bloody hands

The earnest prayer of all who stand in silent witness here, 
Cries Justice for six million lives, destroyed by Facist fear
This manufactured hell hole, this mark of Cain defined
This everlasting edifice, of disgrace and shame enshrined


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


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Saddam

Saddam.


You have no place to run to 
Your game is over now
You have played an evil role indeed
But it’s over anyhow
They say your days are numbered
 And that judgment day is here
 What does it feel like, bold Saddam
To feel this ice cold fear? 

The world has deemed to get you 
Your disposal has been planned
As the fear of you it dissipates 
You have no more command
So many though have suffered 
And many too have died
And now the wheel keeps turning round
And death walks by your side

You’re just a man 
Oh cruel Saddam
You bleed and die just like the rest of us
And now Saddam 
Your soul is damned
It’s been strangled by that power for which you lust

For all that you have lusted for 
You threw away your Soul                                                                                          The Devil filled you deep within 
And you played an evil role.
Now the hordes are out to get you
And fear it dog’s your tread
Saddam, you’re damned you evil man
And soon you will be dead.


                                                 


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Capital Punishment

It’s raining hammers and nails
The storms are rusty
And hang in the sky
The pews are shadowed
And the apse is silent
Sinners are upon their knees
Darkness descends upon the day
A lantern swings in the storm
The executioner is hooded
Silent and cold
A shadow upon the Mother Mary
Jesus has nothing to say
The Holy Ghost is walking in circles
The door it gently sways
And through it he see’s
His mother and sister
Heads hung so low

His life is gray as steel 
He knows no future
Yet is certain of it
Death hovers in the air
Praying for a miracle
While strapped to a chair
The lightning strikes
And takes it toll
For the executioner has done his work
The lights went out 
And came back on 
But by then he was gone
The appointment was made
He paid the price
For killing twice
The third one was on the State.


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Picking up the pieces

War torn battlefields
Political flop
Who'll pick up the pieces
When they've taken what they've got?

Blood thirsty animals
Scavengers at dawn
Who'll pick up the pieces
When everything is gone?

Disease, decay, rotting flesh
Not a word being said
Who'll pick up the pieces
When everything is dead?


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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PRIMAL CONCLUSION

Enter the beast of manlihood
Living flesh fall to their prey
Taste the wine of mortal sons
Sacrificial blood of fates
Slaughtered nations desecrated
Now under the flag of hate
Dying for anothers cause
Seducing powers contemplate
Free to rape,free to kill
Free to conquer all at will
Impaled corpses piled high
and many more are doomed to die
Some rebel,some retreat
Falling to their masters feet
Extra flesh to feed his wrath
Smell the stench of carcass baths
Revieling plagues and atrophy
Planting rotted demon seed
Wars and chaos fill the earth
Burnt remains of all its worth
Bodies left to slugs and worms
Flies swarm in and take their turn
Decayed bones and tortured souls
With no remorse the bell does toll!!!


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7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


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The Lynchings on Fox News


I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder with inviting pelt?

Did Emmitt Till paint changes

With his blood in cotton picking towns;

The blood that called from Mississippi, 

Like Abel’s blood calling from the ground.

Death had a voice, a voice in the wind,

The wind that walked north-west

And brought a microscope

For John Public to see

How inferior to dogs we are.

As a child, I played

Ring-around-the-roses

Until I saw “Rosewood”

And heard the drums

Beaten like Rodney King, 

And the heartbeat of Cojoe

And Nanny racing

Towards the mountain of the devil,

To escape the cotton fields.

The drums are always talking.

The old south is alive and kicking high.

This is no Elvis tale. Exhume the body,

See with your own eyeballs.

No DNA can confirm

That Jim Crow is dead.

Jim Crow has a roost on Fox News.

He’s always crowing,

Whipped up by the “boy”

In the WHITE house.

How much can you see

If you look from the outside?

I’ve seen it even in REM sleep,

Even when I dream of roasted breadfruit,

Jockato in coconut milk, and Chinese geisha;

Willie Lynch is a man breathing

The smog-filled air in Washington.

In 1955, Money was the root of the evil,

And ’68 Memphis was the cross 

Of the sacrificial lamb,

But these days men are lynched

In broad day light.

String up, dangling

Like papa's khakis  floating

In breeze walking the orange glen.

All eyes should see our opinion of them.

Today we’re civilize, 

And Catholicism is not voodoo.

We no longer use rope,

Our tongues do a fine job.

Like Mutabaruka,

I have no color problem;

Everything is black to me,

As black as Sarah’s view of the motherland

(It’s not too vital for her to learn).

If blue skies

Cried acid,

And wash the dark color

From this portrait,

I would still be black,

As black as tar.

It’s in my blood. 



 


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the revolution will be televised

drive-by shootings, domestic violence plus total social anarchy
judges on the take, lawyers on the down-low and police brutality
where is the peace? where is the love? why can't we all get along?
they want to take God out of everything, why can't they see that's what's wrong?
the media is chocked full of atrocities, yet many people seem surprised
that in today's immoral society, the revolution will be televised

the state of the union, the state of the state, and the state of every city
we have global warming, urban sprawl and the mass cross-cutting of trees
nations are starving, the people are dying and genocide is on the up-rise
everyone has a camcorder or cell phone and the revolution can be televised

the rich just get richer, the poor get poorer and there's no longer a middle class
homes in foreclosure, rent is sky-high just how long will this madness last?
the devil is trying to take over everything, yet no one seems to realize
that we are playing right into his hands while the revolution is being televised


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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


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Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.


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Sobibor

We ride the cattle rail  Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's 
been no heat,  No bathrooms and we've barely been fed.  We arrive at our 
destined location.  Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor,  Is the death camp for Jews.  
Opening widely, the gate to Hell  With train whistle loud and prolonged, News of 
our arrival they tell.  Orders given, the boxcar doors open.  The air so fresh, the 
pines are livid.  Decisions to make.....What to do?  What to do?  Tailors, 
seamstress', blacksmith, carpenters  Are there any?  
Volunteers?...Yes...No ...Good decision, bad decision?  Shouted at, screaming, 
people being beat  Kept others orderly on their march.  Houses with names, 
gardens with flowers, and Signs pointing to canteen and showers.  Sobibor 
seemed peaceful, not a place of murder.  To the Ukraine to work you will go.  
Because of lice, Women need their hair to go.  There are epidemics, You must 
be disinfected.  Naked and unaware of the lies, They each take the walk Through 
the tube-"Road to Heaven".  The screaming strong at first,  Weakens gradually 
until it dies.  Why?...Why?...Why?...You say.  Why don't you fight back?  Pick up 
that gun, shoot that guard!  That would lead to your death plus as Many others 
they could hack.  Why don't you escape?  Where would I go?  Here I have no 
home, no family. ..It is cold.  I have no warm clothes or shoes...I am on the verge 
of starving.  What will I eat?  How do I get through the mine fields?  How do I get 
through the armed Poles in the forest?  We do revolt... the camp as a whole.  
Sasha, the Soviet prisoner of war... A new leader... good for our soul.  He gave us 
some hope.  We were working class people, Everything was taken from us.  We 
were cold.  We were hungry.  We were beaten.  We were killed.  We lost all hope.  
Oppression lets genocide happen.  Genocide has happened in the past. 
Genocide is happening now.  Genocide will happen in the future.  Greed and 
power can and does lead to genocide.  Only policy makers worldwide...God 
willing, Can help stop the killing.





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MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH

Open Letter to you,

MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH
I hate my speech today, yesterday and the day dust rises.
I was there opening my eyes carelessly, smiling like an idiot
I was gazing shamelessly, walking like an idler without course
Little did I notice my vehicle lose direction; little did I notice my head bleeding
I was just there; the settled dust rising, tables turning, grenades and bullets are now apples
Little did I know the power in my lovely hate speech. 

What pride did we get after slaughtering fellow Kenyans like goats,
What are the stuttering rifles rattling about, are humans turning game,
What are the grenades doing in civilian pockets, are they keys
Why are the churches burning, you cannot tell me tis the holy ghost fire,
What has that neighbour done, why is that policeman lying there,
Why is no body answering me, am I alone, or are you wondering too
Should I assess the power in my lovely hate speech, am concerned.

My love speech I hate you, my hate speech I love you
Both speeches are one, are the same, of same taste, I hate my passion for you
I love my fellow politician, i love his dirge during my friend’s burial
You bleeding mammoth my friend, I like your corrupt tummy
You scavenger of your own carcass, I like your greed for power
You megalomaniac virus of a beloved country, we love you, let us be
Little do we know death will let you release us, How uncertain are we of you.

My eyes are full of your ocean, the palace you exhume immorality
My ears are preoccupied with your desert, the desert devoid of trust, and the just
My nostrils have your pungent infamy, your callous greed, your everything
My mind can’t decipher the thought of your sanity, your policies and you
You make me lose taste, you make me look like you, you make me you
I am youthful to the economy, i am youthful to the wise, am not youthful to your “youth”
Little do i know death will let you release me, How uncertain am i of you.

Am talking about you, what have i said about me? What?
I hope I know the promise in my Kenyan Anthem
I hope I have a plan of getting rid of the chaff, the you
I hope am not you, i hope you don’t like seeing me wise
I hope your son is listening, the son that wants my very own daughter
I hope am the government, the government of me, for me and by me
I hope i know peace, the peace am preaching, the peace you hate. I hope.


Yours Kenyan,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.


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corruption

The $ is corrupt, that's why a lot of niggas are fucced up , tryna get a Dolla like the government. Found out they did work with Hitler, now I know Osama wasn't no different they know everything, even where the nigga shitted and slept how stupid you think we are? No sir and no ma'am all that you say just sounds like spam, I want to Jam but what I bump gets crushed because its the truth and they don't want the truth because they some phony muthafukcas talkin jive and lies put crakc in the hood because they know, that our people are broken and weak stripped of culture and lost so they took hold of that poison. Fucc AmeriKKKa land of the free ain't *****free, freedom of speech ain't useful get put in jail for raisin hell about how you livin is hell ..


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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.


 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 




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The Letter

A letter was received from a far-off land, please send us some aid if you possibly can. Our fields are barren, our cattle long gone, our farmers are now soldiers leaving wives at home. Some of our families are homeless, dwellings destroyed, by shells aimed at our villages, which we cannot avoid. Our children are starving; they have no clothes to wear. As for medical supplies, these are very scarce. So please send at once the things we desperately need, food, clothing, and medicine, this we beg and plead. We must thank you for all that you have done, and could you also send more ammo for our guns.


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Silent Conversation Of Two Wounded Soldiers

Motherland
is ruined to ground and I’ve only an hour or less 
to spend my life. 

The enemy of my people, a bit stronger 
and seems happy to have more time 
to live his, stands before me.

I always thought that great Allah 
was with me; I’m a faithful Muslim. He is 
a devoted Christian. I saw him, ere we exchanged 
bullets of anger, intently calling to his 
Father (household name of his so called God)

Now, we’re slaving ourselves, thinking. 

With our guns pointing at each other, 
would he let me live, or would I let him go?  

Ah, what are we goin’ to do with our short 
remaining breath, continue killing each other 
or mend our wounds?

Or, should we still ask the god(s)
to solve these issues at hand?


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Oh, Pepe (Vignette)

Too enthralled by his works done
Last farewell been said and made
Mockingbirds and sparrows came
Las vivas and the sound of guns-
He faced the 7 o’clock morn sun




Note:

Dr. Jose P. Rizal- poet/author of  "Noli Me Tangere" and 
"El Filibusterismo", his famous novels that cost his life.



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Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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Peace Talks

I had an uneasy feeling, When I saw that meeting. Two men staring face to face, signs of emotion there was not a trace. Each argued his case, weak and strong, Both were convinced the other was wrong. The first one said, ‘Please justify your bomb that killed the innocent, both old and young.’ The second one spoke, ‘Freedom is worth fighting for, those people were unlucky, casualties of war.’ The two men debated all night and all day, taking no heed of what the other had to say. Then I saw the reason why things were so strange, two men stubborn, opinions that would never change. Eye eying eye, two men became one. Speaking with a single voice, mirrored in unison.
Still may need some work doing to it. Another old one I have revitalized for PoetrySoup.


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media coverage

while syria bombs homs
what is america doing with it's drones
are the bombs in syria less deadly than ours
or are the eye's of the media aimed at what 
our leaders want us to see
truly the terrorist live in terror
they sowed the wind and reaped the whirlwind 
but who is there to ask them to surrender
are they to be moved to reservations
without oil or water but a broken spirit
and wounded knee while the media
treats them like savages
a crowd going wild over a few books burning
lets face it; they chose this issue to unite
they have no diplomatic style except to say
were staying conservative in our own way
that is what i see. 
that is what the media wants me to see


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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


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The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon







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In Vietnam

I had just turned eighteen, when the order came.
For long as I live, I’ll never be the same;
I was told that day I was going away,
To Vietnam.
 
I remembered that day, as my feet hit the ground,
As all around me came the sound,
Of the guns and screams,
In Vietnam.

Our leader ordered us to the trees,
Where everyone got on his knees,
To try and destroy the enemy,
In Vietnam.

We tried to stand, but the odds were too great,
And so we retreated before it was too late.
The fight continued another day,
In Vietnam.

We marched through forest, swamp and marsh,
Through weather fair, and weather harsh.
We endured a living hell, 
In Vietnam.

Friends were made and friends were lost,
The freedom we have came at their cost.
The price of war is often high, but not like that
Of Vietnam.

A hero’s welcome, I thought, for sure;
But nothing was farther from what I endured
When I got back
From Vietnam.

The price we paid was soon forgot,
For peace and ignorance is what was sought.
The truth died there,
In Vietnam.


Details | I do not know? | |

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

what at a wonderful CRIME...
putting something in my  colorless, flammable chemical compound 
thats used to treat wounds in my home 

wash my face, rub it with  91% Isopropyl Alcohol 
and what a NIGHTMARE....
my face starts to TWITCH...
just like when CARS DRIVE by and blow who knows what in my face...      

i thought i was crazy but when i saw a man in a business suit 
like a social worker, make a HORRIBLE look on his face 
i new (knew) I'm NOT CRAZY!~

but i'm sure he'll keep his mouth shut...
you see it wouldn't do one bit of good  
not ones going to do one little thing to help me...

smiling faces from colleges...  
have fear, have mush fear...
  
aka:lyricvixen


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


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BRAVE LESS


Coward, are those
Who are afraid of change
For change might deprive them
Their Freedom, their Democracy
The liberty to choose
The liberty to live
The liberty not to do such duties and obligations
The liberty to stir the law
The liberty to engage in such activities
That provides them the luxury of life

Coward, are those
Officials who implements the Law
For the National Security
For which this protected island
Free from oppression of the foreign entity
But not from their own race
People versus people
Officials Versus citizen
Equality is futile
Law is equality
Doomed are those who resist Law
Dead are those who oppose them

Coward are those who are living in the castle
An epitome of good family
A picturesque nation and rich culture
For their lives are at stake
Only and if only risks are taken

Have you ever seen any purest intentions?
Of promoting the general welfare
If life is the fee
For a glimpse of nationalism

Will you be willing to give all?
Declare war against the offenders
Be vigilant to the oppressors
Of own kind and own people
To carry out the true sense of leadership
Pity for no such word fits to anyone
For no one chooses to die

Coward, are those people
Who care less or nothing at all
Little they know
That the liberty of today
Sheds blood in the past

A little eloquence of your tongue
To make a stand
Nevertheless to choose between black or white 
Was not an option
But to remain the tranquility of your existence
You are nothing compared to a feeble mule

Coward, are those youth
Who doesn't apply the sanctity of morality
Especially disrespects elder
For nothing you know
Nothing at all
That your freedom came into reality
If not because of the of the old ones
Whose beliefs your could architect change
Ever faithful to your caliber
Projects future in your hands
Was He who thought that
You are our last hope
Is an unsuccessful prophecy?
Such disappointment
Such disillusionment
Such failure

Coward, are those people 
Who pretend to be brave
Mumble a lot and speaks crap
For braveness is pure and bold
It is selfless and competent
It comes inevitably 
To those who willingly accepts
Hungrily fights and struggles their fate

He works untiringly and tolerates justice
For the salvation of liberty
To remain freedom

He defends the truth and righteousness
For the majestic good
Live in pain and agony
Let his soul be tormented 
For his reasons shall prevail
For the sake of his belief, he shall be in despair
He welcomes death
That concludes his serene patriotism…#


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My Empty Shoes

Shoes going nowhere...
Ashes used to fertilize
Blood thirsty hunger

T 'was time for shower
Water turned to gas and smoke
Shoes going nowhere...

for Abe's contest:" Leather Voices"  (AUSHWITZ)


Details | Rhyme | |

Easy Access

In unison they shook their heads and wiped their teary eyes.
None could quite believe the scene and gasped in their surprise.
The gunman broke into the school, releasing all his rage.
The victims of the horrid crime were 5 and 6 in age.

The bodies of the innocent lay silent on the floor.
The blood was splattered all around the windows, desks and floor. 
The questions started coming from the people everywhere. 
They wanted to have answers as they bowed their heads in prayer.

The answer was quite simple and so many did agree. 
The gunman’s easy access to the weapons caused the spree.
The rifle that he had obtained was fit to use in war.
Bullets sprayed in seconds that were made to cause such gore.

Many argue that the answer is to have more guns.
And that is how we can protect our daughters and our sons.
Arm each single person so that they can shoot it out.  
The advocates of guns say that is what it’s all about.

But many others do object to more guns in more hands.
For our society must curb the violence in our lands.
Easy access to more guns just feeds the burning flame.
That some have hidden deep inside to kill and hurt and maim.


Written in memory of the innocent victims in Sandy Hook.



Details | Free verse | |

poem

rest in peace?


they ordered him to kill 
several men
- and gave him several medals
when he decided
love another man
- gave him several stabs





from Baba de Moço, second edition, 2012.


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Future State

Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Mexican

He stood at the corner many days
Selling flowers sun or rain
He was an old Mexican and he plays
The harmonica for his pain.
One day there was a chase, two cars
Down Boston Road came. The stars
That guide his destiny in their wars
Left no choice to him. His blood mars
Pelham curb still. But, O, the police
Said, it was only for law and order
They chased the other like a beast
Since he ran a traffic light. I shudder
Though, to see flowers again.
They are not the harmonica anymore for pain.


Details | I do not know? | |

AFGHANASTAN WINTER

         AFGHANASTAN  WINTER
The freeze has brought them to a winters' night
they've made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.

There's no repent for killing as it's done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.

And to this chaos, we have paved the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its frigid call,
and brings another dark and longest day.

The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all has slipped away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but laid to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
© ron wilson the Doylestown Poet


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An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


Details | Ballad | |

Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


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Downfall

Spewing forth contention
All ignorance to compel
Obstreperous yet dastardly
the politicians quell
Negection of poverty
within its own society
Unbalancing the scales of 
a nations sovereignty
Execration of innocence
A new age policy
A xenophobic corpulace
of mass conspiracy
Many masks of one shall bare
the fruits through others gains
Bleeding dry good ethics and
leaving honesty in bane
Replacing it with seething spite
Now a flag bloodstained
Disconsolation through mans indignation
Predictions of plight into subjugation
Resulting in a death of a nation!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

It won't be long now

my hair is falling out 
on legs, with bold spots 
my jaw is popping and clicking
no it won't be long now
the boil are treatable
but no one treats them 
it won't be long now


Details | I do not know? | |

ANOTHER PSYCHIATRIC SUCCESS - Oakland

ANOTHER PSYCHIATRIC SUCCESS

Man feels guilty, thus Man feels bad :
conscience halts “pleasures” to be had.
Psychs seek cure - Man must not feel bad,
with drugs remove what make him sad.

Good, lucky Man is free from guilt :
no shunning of what shouldn’t be built.
He’ll use base feelings such as hate
to revel in his psych-made state.

Oh happy Man, let it all hang out,
you’ve been ill-treated, there’s no doubt -
go get revenge, go get your gun,
go get plenty of psych-fuelled fun.

Go shoot kids in a blameless school,
they won’t ever call you a fool.
As shots hit home, watch them all run,
thanks to the psychs, Man’s having fun.

Now he’s the target ? ‘Why target me ?
I’m only on a guilt-free spree.’
Those bastards’ guns, they won’t kill him,
one shot to head, success, psych’s whim !

Alan McAlpine Douglas


Details | I do not know? | |

End of war........Dawn of Devolopment

Killing and Bombs and cruelty and pain;

Fighting for a kingdom, but what did they gain?

Look at the terrorists they act insane

Blood was spilt in every nook and lane.

Three decades of blood and thousands of lives,

This war made many women husband-less wives

The kids lost their dads and moms lost their sons

Who were all shot by the enemies guns!

A country with pearls and beauty and all,

The useless war made the economy fall

Now that It's peaceful and all is calm

Let's get together and make Sri Lanka 

THE PEARL OF THE INDIAN OCEAN

Once again....!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Melody Hums

This is fabricated evidence of love
Forged reports of a representative that cares

We are stripped of our skins
Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop
Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us
Barely a millimeter apart

They're already larger than life and yet
they still walk on stilts
The men in black suits waving identification
like batons
Don't tell them a damned thing

He waits alone in the water
for blood; for prey;
for any sign of life
We betray ourselves to him

"Why the face so long"
"What could go so wrong"
I'll tell you what,
it may take 43 muscles
but who even honestly frowns
when they're sad these days
In the throngs of despair
the flight reaction catches
and releases

Everything spreads like disease
Cakes in cracks and crevices in the walls of the well
Nobody's leaving
whether there's a desire to or not

This is fabricated evidence of love


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Territory

Falling embers

Splintering lives and

Piercing memories

Rage begets rage.

Weeping mothers

Enraged brothers

Martyred fathers

Widowed sisters

Pushing ideologies

My way or no way

Twisted metal

Territorial markings

Of a beast.


Details | Free verse | |

On The First Day

Bear not your arms for this,
put your tools away,
far away from here,
they are not needed now,
so much more to steer clear of,
the damage has been done,
so much has been taken.
What will you do when the proof comes back to bite you?
What will you say when the walls crumble away?
When 'Hell' decides to join us on firm ground,
it will be too late for you to get it.
You speak of change,
I see not *****that proves it,
war,
famine, 
bodies to fall when they hear the call,
your forests burning,
a billion yearning,
fault lines churning,
none of you are learning.
What will you do when the noose is around your neck?
It will be too late as you are taking your last step.
You will seal your fate and take the rest of us with you.
Breathe your last words, but to your grave...
You will take the truth.


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | Senryu | |

Afterwards

The button now pressed ¬~ In modern melted mould, we ~¬~ now die, a spent race ¬~ http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-7.php


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I've got the Ahmadinejad Blues

I've got the Ahmadinejad blues
I'm bored of tomahawks and even the cruise
I'm after something that's new
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
Nuclear atoms i'm gonna fuse
Full of fear, the UN, they always refuse
Oh, their sanctions of dont's and do's
I wanna new toy to abuse
Death'll be served on all the world's menus
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
I'm gonna turn the world to glue
Change it grey instead of blue
Melt your lover into you
Dis-formed hands three not two
Strip your skin off to leave just sinew

I want an atom bomb
That's why I made up this song
Free fuel, how can that be wrong?
Sharia law will rule the world before too long!
I got the Ahmadinejad blues

Goodnight West, Mourning East
Mushroom clouds rise like yeast
American's aren't the only nuclear beast
Don't forget only one kuntrys dropped t-H-e bomb
Those yankers that despise freedom!
They think they have some right to choose
Bring it on, they're bound to lose
I got the Ahmadinejad blues!

(Next verse is a re-working of Country Joe and the Fish's Vietnam song from Woodstock)

Well it's a 1,2,3 an OIL be damned if I know what we're fighting four?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, next stop is a war in Iran!
And it's 5,6,7 open up a can of hate
We'll shoot you if you demonstrate
Instilling a One Wold State
Whilst pretending to help liberate
Stealing the oil, more feasts on the riches plate!

I got the Ahmadinejad blues
I wanna nuke the Yanks and their friends the Jews
I got the Ahmadinejad blues! 
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


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Baby Soldier (Ethnic Cleansing)

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close, not all that far

Marching feet and distant drums

but I can't see where they come from..

Baby Soldier with angry eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

it's not your fault..........it's just your fate

Baby soldier

Slaughter in the market place

You heard their cries, you saw their face

How then can you sleep at night?

How dare you say, "everything alright"

Baby soldiers with empty eyes

empty minds refilled with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

while baby soldier licks the plate

Baby soldier

Dancing in a rain of fire

Just one more death for your empire

but baby soldier dies alone

his soul is gone his heart is stone

Baby soldier with empty eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

It's not your fault It's just your fate

Baby soldier

Baby soldier lay it down

the crops won't grow in blood soaked ground

but baby soldier cannot hear

above the sound of hate and fear

baby soldier with angry eyes

feeding on their hate and fear

while fat old men get fat on lies


everyone dies that's why you're here

Baby soldier

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close not all that far.


Details | Verse | |

The Twisted Fate Of Mankind.

The world will stand united on a day we’ll all remember,
The destruction and devastation on the 11th of September.
Nations torn apart, by the tragic loss of lives,
Tormented, tortured people sent to their graves up in the skies.

Madness caused by people, who believe that they are right,
But if they serve their God, surely he doesn’t want them to fight.
The oldest story left to man, the one by God we’ve written,
Gives us hope and courage, and something to believe in.

Surely these fanatics can see they don’t make sense,
They’ve twisted their beliefs form what they originally meant.
Which leads us back again, to ask the question why?
If we follow our chosen religions, then why must people die?

©.L.Kelly


Details | Epic | |

The Beast

This is an epic tale I shall unwind
Of a beast born to keep us blind
He lives in a time not to far away
This is a present yarn I spin today
All the worlds countries united as one
Lost in the plight of one mothers son
The Anti-Christ risen to the mark of the beast
As the entire world blindly sits down for the feast
Crime is defeated there is peace in the land
Just take the bar code to the back of your hand
Long before this day the story was told
Who is the King he who holds all the Gold
I often contemplate if he knows what he does
For all that is written shall be as it was
Solve all the worlds problems well know this as true
If you seek an answer your computer gives it to you
The entire world is at the tip of your fingers
No need to go out just stay here and linger
Banking from here flashes up on the screen
You'll have more time to ponder and dream
So you wish to shop let me offer some sites
Pay with a number it'll be shipped overnight
Stop to consider the old word Foundation
Join with the rich to feed every nation
No need to worry there is nothing to chance
Just sit at your computer lost in my trance
The old ways diminished the world is new
If you're seeking love the computer finds it for you
If your not seeking love it offers you lust
For pleasing everyone is truly a must
It's entered our factories as well as our stores
Hell it's even taken over our wars
Crime will be defeated by the watchful eye
As another satellite takes to the sky
Without the Honor of war there is no need to fight
War machines controlled by the beast of the night
I treasure the stories, the stories of old
Where brave men fought with hearts of gold
When the keeper of dreams was our Lord
And to kill a man you made the sword
When marriage was Till death do us part
Parents nourished and protected their children's hearts
When family's were like the limbs of a tree
Spreading no further than they needed to be
With those days gone and all but forgot
The Souls of man has started to rot
Before long as men sit down to feast
They will offer thanks unto the beast
Science is driven know this is true
To reason all the faith out of you
They teach our children we evolved from a cell
Can you see how far our country has fell
As the Beast sits back with his evil grin
Having faith in the Lord has become a sin
As God is removed from the allegiance we say
Well exactly who do our leaders follow today
Oh thats right we are all seeking gold
As the story of the beast starts to unfold




© 2007 Michael Jordan


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Government Sanctioned Murder

Let's be real. Blues are the new crack and no one denies it, 
they reach basers with no sign of government confinement. 
This color kills slowly with one after the other, the big wigs count on that population to smother. 
Oh wait this heroin has a script? Supplied by whoever made it synthetically legit? 
Yes they do my young drug user you see, and if I were selling I'd give you half for free, forcing the Need to come back to me.. its ****in crazy how they make a tribute,
identifying the evil but never slowing the distribute.. or consumption for that matter, 
theirs no hope for modern day snap-back mad hatters.. All I can do is say that I'm here,
for anyone lost in their own right to fear. 
For my fears are numbered today as it seems, only two reside in sporadic day dreams. 
One that the user wont ever find clean, and won't ever sleep towards true divine dreams. The other that server will not end the cycle, and won't see their job any less than quite rightful. Both will dream, theres no denying that friend, just depends if its sooner or after the end..


Details | Rhyme | |

My Brothers and Sisters at arms

They shed blood,
They cry tears,
They do the work,
They spend the years.

They see the horror,
They see the pain,
They serve in honor,
They just try to remain. 

They return home,
They recieve A heroes parade,
They protect our freedom,
They hear the serinade.

They protect us,
They serve us,
They love us,
They are our soldiers.

Have you sit and asked,
Just hoe many of US,
Know how much they sacrificed?

Dedicated to my brother-in-law and each and every soldier who serves,from me,an 11Brovo 
Soldier of Delta 3-1 to all my comrads,serving and fallen.May God bless you and your family.


Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


Details | Rhyme | |

A Monarch Asks

Will you decide to stand with me?
When I demand this world?
Support the future that I see?
Salute my flag unfurled?
Direct my troops in peace and war?
Defend my life with yours?
Follow orders that you abhor?
Find spies within the corps?
Advise wisely without error?
Arise to each challenge?
Only to be Coffin Bearer,
once fools achieve revenge?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Oil and Green Money

how could there ever be justification for murder in war...
rational function of hatred, so unsacred
my patience exist no more...
a theory that contradicts the so called sanctity of life. 
explosions from soldiers as they mascarade through the night. 
left without a trace, no name on an absent face..simply collateral, a victim to the 
concept of an aryan race. 
extremist zealots leaving religion disgraced.
Dispite a thousand miles traveled we are still moving in place.
a motionless pace...
the notion replaced by emotionless hate...the focus is so irrate...
still we're choosing political fakes, 
hacks that choose corporations over the citizens taste. 
it is such a disgrace...we just sit back with a conformist smirk on our face? 
which only serves to disguise the lies, which allows us to close our eyes.. make 
donations which serves to expose our pride...
sunday morning repentants, moans, cries....my child you are forgiven, cleansed 
and baptized. 
and rest in slumber. 
forget the land with the restless summer, forget the others... we aint got ish 
invested in them numbers.
if you a child of the sun, much respect cause you are my brother
120,000 dead...god bless their mothers
yet, still i salute, young minds victimized as troops, 
he internalize american pride as truth. pride that serves to hide the hell that he 
once went through...
no job no dignity, just an option or two, hit the block slang drugs, or a political 
prostitute.
the ladder provides benefits so its so hard to resist...he sold his soul for the 
bargain...for he understood that the block was no place for his child to 
exist..........................
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promised land filled with milk and honey, borders explode for black oil and green 
money


Details | I do not know? | |

Hamba Kahle, Comandante Chavez

Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.

You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.

Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante,
yet you left our hearts so much heavier,
with hopes of a more just tomorrow.

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,

but you live!

You live!


Hasta la Victoria Siempre, 

Comandante!


Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)


* - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu


Details | Lyric | |

America

A shout
Lost in the night
A scream
Never heard
A cry
For help, destroyed
A plea
To save a life
A pull
A shot of a gun
A pop
As it crashes through skull
A death
An innocent slain
Because
America
The beautiful
Turns their head away
From the suffering
The helpless, the poor
To anyone
A life lost
Because of ignorance.


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


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elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Vanity

Misery weighs down your eyes, as you begin to read.
In this dance of lies, you'll forever lead.
If you can't stand, I'll see you on the other side.
Take my hand, for now the son has died.
I'll reach under the skin, and steal away your disease.
I'll fight and win, as Death becomes a tease.
I fell into fantasy, as I feel your touch.
Swallow your vanity, for you cry too much.
The string of white lights, a full moon casting.
The shadowed nights, are never lasting.
Forever wandering, these cold dark seas.
The world squandering, crying the harshest pleas.
The voiceless won't rest, as they continue squalling.
On this endless quest, I continue falling.
Fall children, dance with every death boy and girl.
The monster will fight again, yet we're all so coy.
Lets fall to our knees, and begin to pray.
Do they hear my pleas, down together we'll lay.
Unrelenting omnipotence, nuturing malevolence.
Angels and Demons, bow before the other.
The unknowing sons, begin to kill their brother.
Leave for me, the crumbling headstones.
Ignore and leave me be, for death has shown.
Leave me to sleep, in this desecrated sanctuary.
In these dreams I weep, yet I tarry.
Will you be my love, will we watch the world burn?
What are the thoughts of, for the dead forever yearn.
No I don't want to die, no not tonight.
I can no longer try, I don't want to fall into the light.
As I climb the stairs, I reach toward the stars.
The heart tears, as it feels the scars.
I begin my ivy climbing, for the voiceless call.
It's the matter of timing, for who will begin their fall?


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All Because I Am Jewish


I saw you brother with your eyes deadened to life 
As the bullet passed through your chest 
I shall never forget that piece of lead that laid your soul to rest 
Lodged into the door beside me 
Our plan had failed 
Every detail played to perfection 
Your hand was on the rail of the train when the shouts came 
Stop! Stop! 
To stop meant death anyway, so why would we 
Yet their bullet pierced you 
And I stood there, frozen in a world that hated us 
If things were reversed I wonder, would I have pulled that trigger? 
I think back when they sent momma and poppa to that gas tank 
The cloths had hidden the fear in their eyes 
As they walked silently to death 
I know this, I could never have been that cruel 
How could they follow this leader of deranged thought 
But now I am alone in this freedom land called America 
I shall never forget what those Nazi's did to my family 
The tortures unbearable for thought 
All the friends I have known have perished by gas 
Some shot for refusing to die 
All because I am Jewish 
Nothing could be so atrocious as to kill a man for being himself. 

BY: DARREN J McMURRAY 
June 14, 2008 


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Invisible Chains


When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.

Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.

So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.

The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know! 

As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead  . . but follow!


Details | Free verse | |

Babylon

Words hold the meaning that we assign them
Ever since the fall of the tower .....


Babylon
Ancient land of mysteries solved
and shared
Where collective mind 
cast away the shadow of doubt.

Creative thought 
held siege by the Jealous Gods of war
and retribution
Zeus
Appolo
Yeshua


A hundred times, babylon fell
to the Kassites, the Assyrians, 
She fell 
and was re-built by Nebuchadnezzar   
The hanging gardens, of Eden
her fruit of art and music
flowed through deserts
with the sweet wine of Bacchus
intoxicating all in her pleasure. 

In the aftermath of the great feast
they awoke to find
The Persian army stationed amidst them
having walked through the river
and under the walls.  
Order reform, separation. 
corruption deterioration
Dust to dust.
till
Alexander the Great
wooed her alive again.. 
Babylon
dancing through gardens, libraries, 
markets, travel and trade
musicians, poets and playwrights 
came again to sing praises of her beauty.
With his death 
she fell
pawed apart by the feuding decay of his bureaucrats.
Babylon, death and rebirth..

Now she lies beneath the sands, 
beneath the waters of the Euphrates 
A camel ride south of Bagdad
where the tanks and shells of many lands
shake the ancient tower down.

Hammurabi’s code still stands
shattered into a million languages.

Right is right
and Law is Law.


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Details | Free verse | |

A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 10


There was no choice
I took the blame
I killed him
Now they can live
Tariq, Laila, Aziza, Zalmai,
They will go to Pakistan
They will have a future
I will go
The court convicts me of murder
I am put in prison
I am a hero there
Because I killed my husband.

They take me in a truck
"Are you scared?"
"Yes"
My death is coming soon
The end
The beginning?
I was able to do a good thing
I was loved
Cherished
Life is hard
But there was good in those last years
Tea with Laila
Aziza's love
Sharing the burden
I have served my purpose
I still died a faceless death
Hidden by a burka
Only a woman, nothing special
But behind this faceless face of mine
Lay a fulfilled purpose
A purpose
A life
I walked forward
I knelt
I was executed
For nothing?
No
For something.
My name is Mariam
I matter.


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Never Ending War

Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
They put on their masks and take their last mortal breath.
The masses of few, the congregation of none,
Charge at the helpless wielding their gun.
They watch as their brother dies, with no resentment in his eyes,
Falling to the ground, a bible at their breast,
They pray for forgiveness where their brothers will rest.
You cannot leave, for it's the cause He believes,
Only to be killed by this inevitable disease.


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Souls Bound by Corruption

Falling in step by step,
They'll never see the end of this lonely trip.
Justified murder in an unknown world,
The final heartbeat of stories untold.
He takes his last breath, 
And exhales a thick fume of death.
He extinguishes the burning the coal,
As God will his soul.
He's bound by a pledge of greed,
To stop the hearts of those who grieve.
The Holy deed is done,
Beneath satans nearing sun.
Crawling to the safety of his soul,
He see's this war is fought for gold.
Those he trusted, followed blindly,
Led him to the Lord, oh so kindly.
Speaking in tones of coveting,
They condemned all their brothers, killed all the free.
All in the name of the Savior,
There lies the final Martyr.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Opression

Present, in this bed I lay, and
tonight, they will order me to pray.
Within these four walls that contain my madness,
only god and repentance will absolve me of my sadness,
for I had once dared leave the solitude of my mind.
How can I pray when my hands you bind?
No longer a free being am I, in this world.
I can no longer shout, so how will I be heard?
Yesterday, my spirit and I were defeated, and
tomorrow I fear this will all be repeated.
Haven't you heard a word that I say?
How will I get better, bound, gagged and unable to pray?
Why in your faces, does my agony bring you gladness?
Am I onto a secret, therefore deemed made of badness?
The only thing you have ever inclined,
is that no free thinking man will be left unrefined.
All will be plucked, one by one from the herd,
and if non-compliant, forever be labeled absurd.
Like sinners, and the insane, they will be treated,
and if not changed, they will be deleted.
Well then, a martyr in this life I will now play, for
your disgrace I will not now, I will not ever obey.

-May god have mercy on your souls.


Details | Rhyme | |

For in a Doorway Lies

On an Iraqi street
Its all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm

Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal

A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet

An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake

Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare

The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound

He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply

His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead

The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke

He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles

Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Closed Eyes

Their cries for help all go unheard
Society ignores them as being just strange birds
Because powerful men want to play with toys
Weapons of death are obtained by messed-up boys

We’re saddened by the stories on the evening news
Yet, gun control we refuse to choose
Lobbyists’ pockets are lined with blood-stained cash
Another SWAT team scrambles in a mad response dash

So macho men can go out and kill yet another deer
And false security be allowed in the house
School boys can go on a rampage near
And arguments lead to a cold dead spouse

The only civilized nation with no gun control
Has the highest rate of murderous crime
Each unnecessary death blackens our collective soul
As we close our eyes yet another time


Details | Free verse | |

A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 6

The war is a part of life
There was always the sound of bombs
The sound of people dying
One landed close
The neighbors
Rasheed and I rushed out 
The house was destroyed
I saw pieces of the mother
The father
Under a pile of rubble was the girl, Laila
So young and beautiful
Lost her parents
Home
Future
Rasheed carried her to our house
We cared for her till she was strong
Rasheed doted on her
I knew his intentions
Soon I would not be the only one
The only wife to Rasheed
For Laila it was my fate 
Or death.


Details | Free verse | |

Warning Sign

Surly you have put   
                your word to pen
the winds have carried them
have dispersed them               upon the globe
the game pieces          are in place
and the populace   lives    under
               dense clouds of darkness
though not awake                   aware of determinations
                        a war machine
funded with flesh              and gold
                        as oxen under yoke
who have no say           in what their masters plow
 
They HAVE been             forewarned
surly your WORD       has come         full circle
you have called out                 the future
and given knowledge       of fortresses
                        battlements and shields
 
The 1st WAR             your minds
The 2nd WAR            your hearts
The 3rd WAR             your flesh
 
             the full destruction of corruptions
 
Surly your intentions have 
                          been fully shown for any knowing
the instructions of the King
but they have been led astray
                           and loved to have it that way
 
You keep sending           your servants
the watchmen who view            into distances
to tell what was far off                  has come close
 
 
The Temple and the Bride
               are nearly completed
the invitations to all            the guests 
not one single soul       is exempt
                of participation
freewill will have a whole              new meaning
you can choose the          royal law           of Life
 
or be driven        off the cliffs
by unruly                          angels
because the            ideology            of WAR
            and fear        driven        by rulers
whose behavior is                   so corrupt 
         that we liken      them   to being    demonic
 
Come now where is your              reason
that you           should choose            WAR
             over the avenues of peace
everywhere        you turn          is a sign
            and it says         beware
wake up           wake up             wake up
                before you sleepwalk 
                    into death
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Last Post

THE LAST POST.............

Six soldiers bear a coffin, 
Of a comrade killed in war. 
The Union flag draped over him, 
A hero to us all. 

This soldier killed in battle, 
In a conflict overseas. 
A man who fought for his beliefs, 
While defending you and me. 

To the families of these soldiers, 
Of my thanks I give to you. 
The bravery that they have shown, 
Such courage is shown by few. 

A military burial, a volley of shots, 
Then a flag lifted up from its host. 
And as we lay him down to sleep, 
A bugler then plays the last post. 

God bless you our brave British soldier, 
For this country still owes you a debt. 
You gave up your life for our freedom, 
This ex soldier will never forget. 

.............Rest in peace...............


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Detroit

Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being 
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed 
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on 
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the 
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken 
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work 
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with 
a suture,
And one day we will make a 
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.


Details | Lyric | |

And my crime was being English

You faked friendship with me
And my crime was being English

You feigned interest in what I had to say
And my crime was being English

You sarcastically smiled at me
And my crime was being English


You omitted to give me information
And my crime was being English

You wrote notes behind my back
And my crime was being English


Your jealousies oozed from all of your pores
And my crime was being English

You stabbed the knives into my face
And my crime was being English

You tore my nation to shreds
And my crime was being English



You told me I would not be welcome
And my crime was being English

You pretended I wasn’t there
And my crime was being English

You left me standing lonely
And my crime was being English

Will you leave me alone to die
For my crime of being English? 


Details | Bio | |

Bio 10-11-14

Dane 
Intense, emotional, intelligent, curious 
Sister of Charme Carr and Ray Crawford III Phd
Lover of the creative thought processes 
Who feels passionate, loyal, and at times frustrated 
Who fears too much government power, interference, and oppression.  
Who would like to see God the Father, Jesus Christ, and Beyond the Vail.
Live Oak, Florida
Smith-Johnsen 

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: BIO poems
Sponsor	Regina Riddle


Details | Couplet | |

THE THIRD COMING

The first duo 
The candidate we can trust

Manifesto reads 
War against corruption 

The second duo
The best man for the jobs

Manifesto reads
The rule of law prevails 

The apex of the duo 
 The life shortened

The good interred 
With his bones 

Emerged from the interred 
 Bones of the second goods 

The third duo 
Manifesto wears 

Re branding Nigeria and Nigerians 
Witnessing is dislocation 

Witnessing is development 
Of predators

Maimings and murders 
Here and there 

The predators 
Is a celebrated gladiators

The manifesto 
Is like glint 

Let there be 
Food on the table,

Sleepiest sleepyhead,
Foundation of a state 

Engaged youths  
Re brand served and serving Nigerians 
 

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Smith's and Alzheimer's

standing at the end
of a real life
open-eyed nightmare  
is a group of, broad-day, mind killers   

how many of my kind have you time-warped
into sanity...
who gave you the wights 
to strip away my rights
when i(I) have committed no crime

dirty are my Intravenously, Musically poisoned entrails
that have been molecularity sinned, and thoroughly chewed through  

i (I)am in horror
of my in entombment of the mind 
and could not believe 
that in passing are vines of venomous deceitful
crawling witnessless, by way of pushing carts in Stores of Alzheimer's  

i(I) am ashamed 
for i(I) have shamed my ancestors 
for they are genetically murder 
and i am of the walking internally controlled 

your crimes will build you my tall buildings of glory 
but time will lay waste to your deceit
and the earth will swallow your offspring's 
reputations in a world of knowing 
for you can only hide so long from the truth...                      

this a Declaration of war of the Alzheimer's kind 
when i leave this earth and no longer hold breath 
i shall stand at the abyss 
with weapon in hand 
and we will be of equals 
on the battle field of light 
and you and your shall taste the innermost part of retribution


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone But Not Forgotten { Footle}

Laid Wreath
      Good Greif







In Loving Memory
Of Our Fallen


Details | Rhyme | |

A Shameful Few

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries.

Off in a new direction,
The agenda must be upheld.
Global unification?
A very grim fairy tale!

Greed on their back as they pillage,
Warmongers with hue and cry!
Fodder sent home in a wooden box,
As more and more people still die!

Freedom and liberty long gone,
As we are snared in the tellers net.
Peasants and squires of near future.
In the worst game of risk ever yet!

Stolen and lost are our rights
As the parasites hold their heads high!
Choking on lies as they spew their untruths
As to why the next country must die!

Nothing it seems will stop them,
Hell bent on their mission it seems.
The ruination of the world...
As they crush its inhabitants dreams!

Turning on their own people
People they should try and protect.
When that trust is gone it’s all over,
Because what do the people have left?

Civilized nations turned monster
By the leaders consumed with greed
No happily ever after....
Just the planting of evil’s seed!

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries!


Details | Triolet | |

The Dream

~A tribute to “The Slave's Dream” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


One night the slave had a nice dream.
And in the dream he was just free. 
He heard sounds of freedom's bold scream.
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And saw the light of liberty's gleam.
No more felt flesh by whips just bleed. 
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And in the dream he was just free. 



Details | I do not know? | |

Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




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Holocaust Day of Remembrance

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember

When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember

None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember

At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember

Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember

And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember

There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember

So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember


Details | Senryu | |

in the dark of night

in the dark of night
they found the  most wanted man
and his life's details


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Batter Up {Ekphrasis}

A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y


Details | Free verse | |

unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
understands 
the light.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tug uf War

I dont have a definition for it or even a name for it. Could it be happiness, normality, 
contintment ?

I dont know if this is real? It could be a medically induced Norm?

Is it just the feelings that live so deep inside of me that there locked behind some 
wall of medicine?

I have never felt this way before I dont know how to deal with this tug of war on my 
soul. 

My rage and addiction is still there.
 
I can feal it pulsating inside me.
 
These narcotics are the gate keepers to the fortified abyss of my psyche where 
these feelings still live and breathe waiting to explode in a disgustingly beautiful 
display of rage and emotion. 

I have felt this way for so long to feal normal scares me.
 
I feal like a newborn in a sea of sharks like I was cast out of Sparta for not looking 
the part. 

For me this gradual transformation is more like torture. 

I would honestly rather live with my inner demons then be classified as normal.

 What is normal !!?

 Who is in charge of classifying anyone as normal ? 
How can anyone put a moral classification on anything of normality!!?

 Thats like me saying your not normal for not feeling the way I do or acting the way 
I do!! 

That is insanity in itself.


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Liberation Equals Death

In the year 2000 the apocalypse has begun
a dictator elected
a murderer's son
2001 a nation destroyed
by an evil meglomaniac that not all employed
2002 yet more war in the Middle East
the world slowly crumbling
the mark of the beast
2003 they say Saddam is found
yet Osama Bin Laden is still safe and sound
2004 the truth coming out but no-one takes blame
is power and oil worth the hatred and pain
2008 my how time flies
no end to the killing
for the truth is all lies


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Change

Change is the way the we all can relate,
We change fate, change hate, change the things that degrate,
And at a range, change seems like it only does great,
But isn't it strange, change can lead to such a great debate,
When it was only meant to open up gates,
For the men and women who want equal rights and rate,
For the broken soldiers, held by their brothers,
Only waiting to be seen, in the end,
By their mothers in crates...

As she throws herself upon it with no restraint,
There can be no mistake,
Even though it seems so fake,
She waits in the aftermath of this wake,
For the world to find the right path,
Have no hate,
But all around she sees wrath,
Losses faith,
And decides to forge her own path,
Through the gate,
To the powers that be,
The power select,
The power of the people that we elect,
The power they neglect,

So she argues certain elements,
With rhetoric and relevance,
And scholarly intelligence,
But all they ever tell her is...
"We'll get back to this,"
When they really mean is...
"Stop reminiscing on past events,"

She decided that she can't really live without her kid,
And takes a little stroll off the Brooklyn Bridge,
Do you know what she asked when she had the floor?
Just for a little bit of change like I said before.... 
 


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Fire engine Scarlet red 12-31-11

fire engine scarlet red 
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead 
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me 
from beyond my walking concrete grave 
to let me know, that my time is 
finely being bleed to the color of 
broken swollen face Cordovan red 

with a nod, the oldest 
of the human fire fighting apparatuses 
give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction   
to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship)
heaven can watch me as they push me to jump 
and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall  

I am theirs to control
mine, mind is not my own
and not a person can i ask for help 
for they are organized 
all the way up, to the political  
rusted system, of no investigation
of your just Rosewood dead...
and your malted color lips wear 
the evoked yellow color
and smell excreted Urine  
reddish brown puppet...


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widow clarkes cabin

surrounded by untouched Forrest way out back in the carriboo, o a place where i grew up nestled deep in the woods , our cabin, Dreams became a reality hard work we built our cabin , deeded by the crown, peace, and paradise .Our home to last lifetimes great grandchildren's children, beside the deepest clearest fresh water lake the loons , shimmering moon light, feeling the waves like the heart beat of Mother earth as the winds gently carried our voices in prayer no is only heart aches and despair taken away mining and logging selling our dreams like death that keeps endlessly haunting Clarke's cabin out at cougar bay, native women widow today's damages so much like the past


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For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


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THE SINS OF SOCIETY

The mid-sixties weren't fun for a teen working...
I put foot on this prosperous and beautiful land
and looked forward to a great future,
but my plan didn't go as smoothly
as I thought it would have instead.
My question was, " Go to College, 
earn a degree or help mother and sisters? "
I choose to help them procrastinating.
From job to job I went hardly missing a day realizing what it would have cost me, 
but wages stayed the same or rarely increased much,
I loved to work and earn my weekly paycheck;
sadly, many boys of my age were drafted and went to war...
some returned, many didn't and being the only son,
they didn't draft me but witnessing the horror, the sadness, the crying of soldiers, 
and seeing all that: was like being there where the sky exploded with fire and smoke.
Isn't fate the course that nobody can predict regardless how scientists envision it...
if it were so easy to foresee, all would have control over it and all catastrophes
could be avoided to save millions of lives? Doesn't the Bible warn us to shun divination?
It's the sinful mind, the greedy heart, the unfaithful spouse, the disobedient child
making us stand at the crossroads deciding which steps to take to prevent a tragedy.


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'RAW Polish"

Sweltering tears flow 
as resounding bullets echo

Dressed in a neatly pressed uniform,
polished boots and a distinctive hat
Bright metals adorn the solitary cloth
worn like that of an aristocrat

Large stones stand on all sides in military solute
Flags wave wildly for this star-studded tribute
Brave words drift softly from mouths of those gathered around
as another soldier's coffin is flawlessly lowered into the ground


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One Last Check

Running down the street, away from the mob.
My bloodied and torn feet, cause me to sob.
What did I do, who are these men?
Is all this true, did I commit a sin?
The night scorched, by my burning lord.
Though my loved ones torched, should I take up my sword?
These ghosts continue their hunt, shouting for my death.
Another glorious stunt, leaves me short of breath.
Shall I leave, and walk in the shadows?
Shall I believe, and hang from the gallows?
None ever escape, how could I flee?
Women subjected to rape, all because of me?
The decision so hard, what would my hero do?
My thoughts so scarred, on this day I rue.
I'll run to the seas, away from this all.
They'll not hear my pleas, for I shall not fall.
Yet as I realize they shouldn't win, I turn myself in.
Iwalk among the carnage, trying not to cry.
Bottle up my rage, with head held high.
What have I done wrong, to deserve this?
I'll sing my last song, though something is amiss.
Sitting in this hell, awaiting my Lord to take.
I cry in this cell, though I tried not to break.
Please don't worry, I'll tke this to my grave.
No one will help me, no one shall save.
I walk towards Death, yet I'm no longer afraid.
In my last breath, I spoke though these tears I've made.
The rope rest upon my neck, I'm part of this show.
With one last check, the executioner lets go.
I stare out one last time, at the crowd.
I've commited no crime, yet they're so damn proud.
I let Death take me, away from this world of hate.
They at last see, my innocence asphyxiate.


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THE WORLD I SEE

ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH EVERY TRIUMPH AND WITH EVERY DEFEAT
OUR HUMANITY SEEMS TO FADE FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY
 
 ALL THESE DIFFERENT FACES 
AND ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES
SOULS ARE FOR SALE AND INNOCENCE IS A VIRTUE LOST
AND THERE IS NO RESPONSIBILITY TO BE HAD
 
EACH UNIQUE BEAUTY 
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
I ASK MYSELF WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
 
SO MUCH HATRED AND SORROW TO BE SEEN IN THEIR EYES
NO TIME TO RUN AND NO PLACE TO HIDE
ESCAPE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION
 
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE GREED AND CORRUPTION TO END
CHANGE IS THE ONLY HOPE
 
IT IS NOW TIME FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES AND DIFFERENT FACES TO BLIND THEMSELVES FROM
THE SUPERFICIAL
THE DIFFERENCES THAT DIVIDED US IN THE PAST SHOULD BE FORGOTTEN FOR NOW WE MUST STAND TALL
AS ONE 


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As the Poor Man Crossed the Street to the Money Tree

          The poor man crossing
Got hit by a long limo.
                    "So close," said the tree.


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ALL IN VAIN

moonlit tears
darkness born fears
moving at the speed of terror
hatred consumed minds
throw faces into fire
heating the misery in all who see
one more night
we'll make it til light
hopeful minds
holding tight

hate and rage
thrown to tame
the "beasts" screaming to live
another down
without a sound
silent screams heard faintly
mist of death fires of hate
burning weak bones that fall
innocence crushed and victimized
un-just souls stand tall

blood covered vows
to take beyond now
crisis remembered in hopes of no return
head counts still remain
and hatred continues to gain
again again again again
genocide reigns

hopes to remember
knowings to prevent
all lived in vain


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Nine Hundred Eighty Three

983 pounds of blackbirds fell down from the sky.
Was this an end times sign or just a catastrophe?
I think it was part of mans destructive history.
You at least must agree; this would make a big pie.

Some say it was lightening strikes and fireworks.
Who are these some that speak upon this?
Why would they make such a ludicrous miss?
Do they really expect us to believe, what jerks?

So-called experts say birds followed leader to suicide.
What kind of fools do they make us out to be?
These charlatans are supposed to be brilliant, you see.
Now they should readjust thoughts, as they go and hide.

Many will say it’s a sign; end of times coming soon.
Though I say Gods, signs will be more massive.
There will be no doubt; he will not be passive.
Majestic and overwhelming signs will make us swoon.

They have no definite answer to give to us all.
Why do they give us such ridiculous responses?
Maybe they are afraid of truth of their analysis.
They would rather let ourselves; forget the birds fall.


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A DANCE UNTO DEATH

When the deafening dead drum beats pierce the air
Strong echoes reverberating through the mind
With its soul-shaking sensations
And mind-maddening melodies
Halting the hisses of hateful hearts
Even as it was, is the noblest act
Flowing freely from a free fair spirit.

...The sweetest poison is brewed
The most attractive trap is laid
A death so dearest is designed...

Smothered is the mind's sane judgement
Compromising the heart
Standing the soul for a dance
A dance so macabre yet thrilling
A dance so grave yet exciting
A dance performed less conscience and reasoning
A dance unto death.


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I Survived Janjaweed Part 1

I was a girl of only 5 years when I looked across the desert and saw a cloud of smoke covering the skies off in the distance.  I remember being afraid that my grandmother might be hurt because she lived there with my Uncle Sofarlo, his wife and my cousins.         
     It was during the season of the drought, so the sky was bright blue everywhere except above Grandma’s Village.  I thought that the blazing sun had sparked a flame in one of the huts.  All I could do was hope that Grandma was okay.
     A few days later, one of my cousins, Lekelo, stormed into our hut and collapsed on the ground.  He said that Uncle Sofarlo was a little way behind and was bringing grandmother in a cart.  
     I never saw Lekelo so thin.  His face looked like leather stretched over a skull.  His skin was scorched and terror shown through the tiny slits of his sunken eyes.  They were almost swollen shut.  His tears had made mini-gullies through the ashes that stuck to his charred face.
     He fell to the floor of our hut and Mom ran over to put a blanket under him.  My oldest sister drew a bucket of water and brought some leaves to wash and soothe his wounds.  Everyone was running around trying to help him revive, but it did not look good.
     Of course I was terrified.  I might have been only five, but I knew that something awful must have happened.  He kept muttering the same thing over and over, “Janjaweed, Janjaweed, Janjaweed” until finally, he spoke no more.  
     Dad frantically sounded the drum.

Copyright 10-13-2014

I chose Dafarian Genocide.
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: GENOCIDE: SPEAK FOR THE LOST... the FORM IS POETIC PROSE  Sponsor	Cyndi MacMillan

BE SURE TO READ THE CONCLUSION IN PART 2.


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Clearly a Civil War, Not Genocide

          Tis' not genocide!
Government- and- locals fight.
                    Darfur- Civil War!


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


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TSARIST RUSSIA

Kulaks never acquisced* Stalin's regime of hierarchical Russia,
for it made them very prosperous growing grains for brewing Vodka,
and because of the prosperity, they seemed extremely rambanctious*...
unlikely the poorer peasants who we were less loyal and ambitious.



Lenin, he fearless archaist, rose to power to build an atheist empire,
where no religion of any kind was tolerated and thus the persecution
of Christians and Jews began...including the laughing and defying hooligan*;
had he mandated religious freedom, there wouldn't have been unrest and dire!



Stalin wasn't as tall as in sculpture, but was terribly feared in all Europe,
not even Hitler with his powerful war machines could defeat him without hindsight*;
like Mussolini's regime, it came to an abrupt halt: his statue torn down in daylight...
jubilant civilians revenged his cruel government by using the sturdiest rope!


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A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 9

A man had come, Tariq
Laila's sweetheart from another time
Aziza's father
Aziza a harami like me
Zalmai told Rasheed at the table
A tornado is released on the household
Zalmai is taken upstairs 
The belt came down on Laila
Terror
Blood 
Screams
I tried to get him off her
No
Choking her
Her face started to turn blue
She grew weaker
I fought
He ignored me
Murder on his face
I ran
The shovel!
Rasheed!
His face
The shovel
Laila's breath
His silence
My freedom
My demise
Zalmai's sorrow
Life
Death
Fate


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Killing in Allahs Name

Killing in Allah’s Name…

…

Pieces of burnt flesh,

splattered,
in a school,
a market-place,
a temple,
a synagogue,
a mosque,
a church,

a man,
a woman,
a child,

charred hands, smouldering corpses, fractured bodies,
torn limbs,
dismembered human beings,

just human beings,

dead, murdered,

in Allah’s name…

…A 4 year old boy,
11 year old girl,
78 year old man,
40 year old mother of six,

killed, murdered,

in Allah’s name…

…Gandhi said ‘an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind’…

…

Complicit by my silence,

I stand in shame,

of the bigotry,
racism,
sectarianism,communalism,
religious fanaticism,
wars of aggression,
invasions of distant countries,
jingoism,
flag-waving ‘my country right or wrong’,
extremism,
blind nationalism,

perpetrated in my name…

…I refuse to be silent,
to be complicit,

while the slaughter continues,

each day,

in the name of god,
of country,
of creed,
of sexual-orientation,
of caste,

I refuse to be cowed,
to be complicit by my silence,

as the killing,
murdering,
slaughtering continues…

…You who kill innocents,

you who shroud your slaughter in scripture,

you who drape your aggression in flags,

you who cloak your hate in anthems,

you who veil your intolerance in finely-tuned semantics,

you who bomb school-buses,
playgrounds,
churches,
mosques,
temples,
synagogues,
libraries,
shopping-malls,
market-places,

have lost.

…You may sow terror,

you may pound cities from afar,

you may wreak havoc,

yet you have lost,

as,

you cannot kill us all!

We shall always be many, many more!

_________

“…all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing…” – Edmund Burke


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There Shall Come A Great Tribulation

There Shall Come A Great Tribulation!

You’ll find In the Bible... 
In the book of Revelation.
One day... There shall come
 a great tribulation.

There shall be famine and war 
this world has never seen.
"Satan's fury" being poured 
out upon everything.

The Antichrist will appear 
as "the world leader."
"The man with all of the answers."  
"A great world healer."

People won't be able to buy or sell
 without a mark on their hand.
While corruption and wickedness 
prevails throughout the land.

Our only hope and answer during 
much chaos and anxiety.
Is Jesus.  In HIM we can 
have life abundantly!

This world shall one day 
perish and pass away.
 God's truth and his word are here to stay!

Come to Jesus now... 
He invites you to come.
Accept the gift of eternal life 
from God's precious son!

He's our only hope in this
 world which we live.
He is so patient and kind... 
willing to forgive.

Will your name be in God's 
book of life someday?
Are you ready to meet him on judgment day.

This world... or Jesus... the choice
 by you must be made.
The price for your soul... 
on Calvary... has been paid!

By Jim Pemberton


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land of blood

crack the whip
crack the unforgiving
whip

slapping down on
hunched backs 

walk and walk,

blood leaves the 
flesh.

fresh wounds met by no
muse 
the trail is cosmic 
the end is none

crack the whip 
crack the bones 
of the slaves 

callous hands 
being swallowed by
virgin mouths 

land is not
pure, nor
furtile 

all blood 
seeps through 
killing the root


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September 11th 2001

It still seems like a dream,
Or a scene from a bad movie.
It was hard to take in then
And it hurts to see it now.

I see reminders everyday in papers, films and on TV,
There they are standing tall.
But New York has a big heart,
You can hurt it but you’ll never break the core.

When the first plane crashed and we heard the news,
We were filled with grief and sorrow.
But then later on when the second plane crashed,
Our grief was mixed with fear of our tomorrow.

All around the world the news broke and everyone stopped,
Then the third plane hit the Pentagon.
What in the world was happening here?
On September the eleventh, 2001.

When the Twin Towers collapsed one at a time,
We still couldn’t believe the news we were hearing or seeing.
The devastation, the tragedy, the loss of lives,
Now three quarters of the world were grieving.

Pictures we were seeing, voices we were hearing,
Sadness and tears in all our hearts and eyes.
We reached out to touch, but they had gone,
The worst part of all was not saying goodbye.

Out of all this tragedy and despair,
There are so many people that shine through.
Most of the world extending their hands and hearts,
But all of the ‘Heroes’ of this are all of you.

We’ll grieve everyday and pray for those,
Who lost someone and never let us forget.
That we stood tall and side-by-side,
On September the eleventh, 2001.


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Give Peace a Chance

im tired of waiting
we cant do it alone
no not on our own
their thrills
so violent
they're killing 
burning 
everything in sight
you sit and wait
do you think its alright?
its bringing the world to its knees
but what can we do
if were not doing anything?
violence doesn't wait
peace can do great
great things
just give it a chance
if it doesn't work 
then you can go back to...
hurt





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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


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Even Death Cries Sometimes

I don’t want to go
It can’t be my time yet
Please give me the choice of two paths
Darkness is closing in on me
I close my eyes
But they are not really closed
I hold my ears
But I still hear the screams
I’m walking away
But my feet are not moving
How did I get here?
Where is this place
His hand is reaching out for me
But I don’t want it
I look into his lifeless eyes
As he reluctantly pulls back his hand slowly

It’s too close to home
Scenes that are heartbreaking to watch
But we are cocooned in our own little world sometimes
To really care
To really feel
To really do
But today it could have been me
I watch the TV
I listen to the radio
A story unfolding of
Heartless, faceless people
My heart sinks for a moment
I look into his lifeless eyes
Maybe even Death cries sometimes.

Written by Robert Meader 


This was written about the London Bombings, I had all the words down but did 
not have a title. Then I watched the film Meet Joe Black. In the film Brad Pitt plays 
Death and at the end he cannot have the one love he wants and he cries, I 
thought to myself, ‘Even Death cries Sometimes’ and the title came.


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Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…

28.29/04/10


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Who Needs You Now

You have fought for your country
You have heard the calls of death
And felt the loss of blood
And now, no one hears or cares
About the tears you cry
You fought a fools war
Inspired by heroic deeds
Majestic words of honor and fame
From people who never knew your name
Many were those who fled
And endured behind their protest signs
But you, you fought the war
Lost your limbs and gained insight into reality
It was you who came back less than human
And now you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
Tell me, tell me who needs you now
Where are the people
Who gave you hell
Where are the people
Who cried to bring you home
Who marched for your life
While you marched to your death
Where are the people
Who loved you when it was the thing to do
And fought for your cause
While you wondered what it was
As you watched your buddies fade away
Heroes and medals
Tell me, what does it all mean
Now that you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
And tell me, tell me, who needs you now
Now that our memory fades
Of those who served and the reasons why
All we seem to do
Is stand aside and watch them die
And tell me Brothers
Who needs you now?


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I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


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The Gulf

Just below the Bayou 
And to the left of Tampa Bay
Is a place of peace and a breathtaking view
Where tourists dare to stay

This place is the Gulf of Mexico
Ask anyone, they have heard
News of the storm that will not go
And that everyone there is hurt

Darkness has turned this place
Into a floating hell
Families hurt, animals killed
And for what, an oil spill?

My God, we watch from afar
In disbelief of the odds
That such a horrible card
Could be played by man, not God

Regardless of where you live today
It affects us as a whole
Remember this place when you pray
Let the nightmare for all, be told


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Our World Dies

Our world dies when Politicians don't heed the
cries of its constituents,

Their decisons to favor affluence over the plight
of the people, questions their belief in God, and
Houses of worship adorned with steeples,

Our world dies when crime is allowed to
go on incessantly,

When pleasantries and decorum have been left by the
wayside, our world dies,

It become lifeless unable to resuscitate,
Our World dies.....If no one does nothing,
It will be too late.


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What's In Style

How can I sleep, with this warfare?
All left to weep, in this bomb scare.
All hell, is breaking loose.
Angels fell, so ready the noose.
In this country, we're all to fail.
So much animosity, right on our tail.
Should we try anarchy, that'll do the trick.
It's you and me, we'll make 'em sick.
Kick in their heads, rebel to no control.
The snake skin sheds, so they'll pay the toll.
We'll take on the Fed's, we'll sell our soul.
They'll die in their beds, hearts black as coal.
What's in style, should we be communists?
We'll stand on trial, and read off the list.
They'll be in denial, as we chain their wrists.
We tried it with peace, but that didn't work.
Gunfire will never cease, for Death'll always lurk.


Details | Rhyme | |

The pain

Can you feel the pain.
That still remains.
I'm really plauged.
Like doctors revealing aids.
neal and wait.
while the government steels your fate.
look at your freedom get peeled away.
i feel for the children that havent had a meal n days.
kill the rage.
that builds the hate.
Like when your spiritual shield inflates; the ego.
now we know.
the founding fathers gave the natives mezels. 
and its hard for a rich kid to reach close.
to the poor kid who can't concieve hope.
our integrity becomes the unwieved rope.
holding together the east coast...
while you eat toast.
your needs grow.
making us more evil.
like people controled by the eagle.
I'm leathal like upheavals that beat you.
I read through the bleak truth.
Feed to the oblique youth...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost On The Stage

The Ghost on the stage, blinded by rage.
We all burn in the fire, of never ending hate.
Who now is the liar, who now controls fate?
The Ghost on the stage, trapped in his cage.
No soul left, for the saving prayer.
The omnipotent theft, adds a new player.
Familiarity in the air, death so near.
Who is there to scare, all cower in fear.
Bitterness has left it's taste, of sweet death.
Worship such a waste, giving away sweet breath.
The Ghost on the stage, has an inner war to wage.
The laughing will never cease, its knowing hold.
No such thing as peace, as my heart grows cold.
Lies so humble, in a world of pain.
Lives will crumble, driving all insane.
Genocide, sweeping the land.
All have died, under the malevolent hand.
What's the choice, the final decision?
Who's the voice, killing with such precision?
Pull away the knife, beneath the skin.
What's the meaning of life, for none can win.
Turn the page, for the Ghost leaves the stage.
Now it's time, for this to end.
The unknowing rhyme rhyme, carried on the wind.
Death lurks, silently in the shadows.


Details | Rhyme | |

Human O' War

What did you do in the war daddy?
Where did you fight, and who did you kill?
Were you a goody, or were you a baddie?
Did you join up against your will?

Or did you join to fight for pleasure,
to get a licence to take any life?
Was the body count how you would measure,
your success in the merciless strife?

Yes were you one who thought it such fun,
to shoot other human beings dead?
Did the power trip of carrying a gun,
drive all sense and reason from your head?

Perhaps the training you were given,
changed every point of view you held before.
Yes, all humanity from within you, driven,
to turn you into a dog of war.

And now you're home with your war ended,
will you settle into family life once more?
With all your nightmares and reality blended,
what does our future have in store?


Details | Lyric | |

Listen

If there was
An escape,
An end 
To this life
A place
of glory
No more starvation
Poverty
War
Depression
No more misery
Share your story
We won't listen
We don't care
A new world
An escape
The place
they would listen
And share their stories 
to.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lone Bicycle

One lone bicycle left in the bicycle rack
Out in front of the town high school
A reminder that he won’t be coming back
After horrific events in these times so cruel

Where do children get hold of assault weapons
In a country we call civilized
Classmates cut down before their prime
Answers buried in political lies

His bicycle serves as a harsh reminder
Of how quickly our world can change
Happily he peddled to school that morning
Before walking in the path of a child deranged

You can’t make me believe that rights are served
By allowing citizens to carry these arms
Just look at that bicycle with no rider to claim
And try convincing me gun controls do harm


Details | Quatrain | |

Spare Souls

A story of a thousand souls,
Two thousand runs into three,
Who are just as dead, decaying, gone,
Despite self-serving heraldry.

A story of a thousand souls,
And thousands more to be killed,
Who never reached for bomb nor gun,
And died to keep our gas tanks filled.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


Details | I do not know? | |

"A Terrorist Act On Friday the 13th"

"A Terrorist Act  On Friday the 13th"
(a true story! and no one to tell!)

2 pm Friday the 13th 
a red demon was parked at 
the "Castle of State Farm" by a bus stop
the bald headed red demon, was stalking a unsuspecting
41yr old unprotected  woman...

with one  deep breath the red demon 
let out his toxic breath ...
and blood came for the back of my throat
along with lung tissue that foamed into clear bubbles 
draining out of my mouth and nose

try  to bring air, back into my lungs 
only brought tears and pain 
vomit but with out food just lung matter 
not a doctor so i don't understand why my food didn't come up
just breathing only broth from my lungs
i coughed all night  long, with my throat burning
        

i thought this was the end...
i will die...
a poet who no one pays any attention to will be 
RED-RUM for poems no one even reads~
but will the true story be told someday...
who is pulling my strings...
to hide there true face...    

aka:lyricvixen

P.s. 
respect 

"Because When You Have No Life, Your Just A Survivor..."


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Hiroshima.Nagasaki 2

( Lyrics by Queen )
Teo torriatte konomama iko
Aisuruhito yo
Shizukana yoi nir> Hikario tomoshi
Itoshiki oshieo idaki

Let us cling together as the years go by
Oh my love, my love
In the quiet of the night
Let our candle always burn
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned

Are our lessons learnt, time will tell
Berlin Wall, barriers fell
Is it a start, or a start to come
Is this race always on the run
We need to look, and look around
No more we hear that whisltling sound
Its seems to be a more silent kill
Typical Human, in its typical will


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Hushed To Silence

Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
   Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
   Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
   The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
   To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 21, 2008


Details | Lyric | |

Call Off

    Call off our Troops,
    they don't have a
    clue on the real
    scoop; because
    the President has
    them jumping thru
    invisible loops.

    Call off our men in
    green, death is the
    only thing they've
    seen; and only to be
    used as the President's
    personal killing Machine.

    Call off this W.A.R, we've
    been misled and we're
    not sure what it's for any
    more; but from the way 
    things are looking I would
    say," That President Bush
    Just Wanted To Settle A
    Personal Score."


Details | Rhyme | |

9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


Details | I do not know? | |

The Death Penalty

I’m a little firework
Halfway towards the sky
That’s burnt out to dust
Into nothingness
And now I have to die.

I was a crow, flying through a tree
Tried to slalom through the branches.
The thorns clipped my wings
Here the handcuffs cling
Because of my murderous advances.

I’m a crooked atheist
I don’t believe in hell
Or in a Summa Bonum
Or in heaven, like some.
Once the needle goes in, I’ll tell.

“I am not afraid of death,
I’m glad you didn’t postpone a day
To cause my body to wilt
To remove me of guilt
and to let me get away.”


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Sweet Jesus

four
figures
cradling
Jesus in their
arms




Tribute To Jesus Christ
{Amen}


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
The Deposition Contest
GL All


Details | Free verse | |

Live Free Or Die

When the day turns into night
And the night into day
We will ignite 
With a vow to never obey

Stripping our rights
And still calling us free
Our future you will rewrite 
And you call it liberty

We have a voice 
Which must be heard
You have made your choice
And it must be answered

We will not cower
We will not falter 
Not even from all your power
Not even when faced with your soldier


Details | I do not know? | |

Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


Details | Sonnet | |

Black Death Lies

Recalling the days not so far away,
Hearing experts speaking to say,
We had not enough oil today.
There was not five million to sway.
No, no, we had not enough oil here.
We depend on foreign oil so clear.
What do I see plastered in the news.
Millions and millions per day we lose.
What, we did not have is ruining, life.
Millions of dollars spent in strife.
Sea life, peoples lives in peril.
By what we did not have by the barrel,
Now we know; we were lied too, big.
Black Death, we had not, flows from rig.


Details | Rhyme | |

FIGHTING FOR A GREAT CAUSE

I could never back out
when facing adversities;
I keep on fighting my battles,
until there no more to fight!


They think I do it for prestige,
to win the sympathies of others,
but it's a misleading thought that provokes...
see how I capture a fortress without a siege!


My courage indicates how I prevail  when nothing
seems insignificant or impossible;
everything has a concealed meaning,
or a scope behind it...and I dream of the unattainable!


Gladiators of ancient Rome
fought in the arena to gain freedom,
but only a few were fortunate enough 
to survive and cheat death!


I'm hoping that my fate wouldn't be too fierce,
admiring how those slaves stood against tyrrany...
and with strenght and effort, they gained their liberty;
today, fighters don't shed blood...they only shed tears! 


Details | I do not know? | |

"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave"

"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave" 

my land lord, her play games 
she play, nick knack ,on  brain 
with a  nick knack pad a whack 
give a tenet a deadly water drinking break
she play at putting me in my fresh dugged out grave

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 

so this old fear, and this brain 
can't believe how mush this is in sane 
with a shower head, that can leave you as good as dead
this is something so bad it leave white power on your head   

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 


no old dog, will sniff at me
he start pawing at his nose so very painfully
with a howl, and a pain fill yep 
Now You See This The End of ME!

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 
!

AKA::lyricvixen


Details | Quatrain | |

Forget Not-Lest History Repeats (For Abe's Contest)

Forget Not…Lest History Repeats

Victims of the Nazis Regime:
Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews.
Marched like chickens to their slaughter.
Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes.

Social democrats and partisans, 
Gypsies and orphans did death reap.
Disabled by body or mind –
Add more feet to the deadly heap.

Communists, and trade unionists,
Soviet prisoners-of-war,
Polish Intelligentsia,
Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor.

Adolf Hitler ordered them killed.
Annihilation camp, grim rouse,
Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau –
The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes.

WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrains


Details | I do not know? | |

SOS, I Have Anthrax

Anthrax, my long unawaited nemesis
you have find me once again 
shying and crying to be heard 

knowing you alone will be, my only witness 
to a death done by
the hands of  the, ones who by law 
can't not be named 

 but, what should i fear? 
for death has found me  
and it make me swell and sneeze
and fills my sons with disease

grave (pray) for me
and fill it with dirt 
seek no answered song of lyrics 
for it will not tell the whole 
but fill your eyes with skin 
and fill you ears with raving chants   
of multi-dreams  of unreal visions


Details | ABC | |

NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA


America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.















Details | Rhyme | |

Of Kings and Crowns

Curse this man’s ambition, 
Cut’em down, cut’em down. 
Let us cleanse with our incisions this delirium he’s found. 

Sorry Caesar, time to die, 
Seems your reach has breached the sky, 
And your head is far too large to wear the crown. 

Was it pride that took your life? 
Even Brutus lent his loyal knife. 
Or was it jealousy about the town? 

Middle march in Rome is sweet, 
But greener grasses breed deceit. 
And foes are hard to find when friends abound. 

Curse this man’s religion, 
Nail’em down, nail’em down. 
And the millions who have listened to his sermon on the mount. 

Sorry Jesus, but to reign 
As god on earth would be insane, 
So we offer you instead this thorny crown. 

Were you not the savior they had sought? 
Did life conflict with what you taught? 
Or was it politics that brought you down? 

You preached of peace in promised lands, 
Then perished at the people's hands. 
And to this day your message can’t be found. 

Curse this man’s intention, 
Shoot’em down, shoot’em down, 
He will pay for his dissension, and for spreading it around. 

Sorry Martin, but your dream 
Will disrupt our old regime. 
Only we can have the right to wear the crown. 

Was it just a man who killed the king? 
A troubled soul who did this thing? 
Or was it that our hate was so profound. 

That even in the world anew, 
We favor those who share our hue. 
And to our own beliefs we’re tightly bound.


Details | Free verse | |

PERISHABLE MAN

The breath of life condemns the dying 
The creeds and credos conceal the living! 
The man who sinned must be executed by death? 
Sins from the lawmakers 
Abide! And you will interfere in the duty of a man 
They call themselves the tyrants! 
The trial says, GUILTY ! - without a sin 
He, is now a sinner, a betrayer, soon to die. 
The revolution of man forgets the sin of Adam- the sin of all man 
Our replica, as not the triune God 
Punish him death and you will be punished by it 
Death is not a mishap, it is fated 
The apocalypse of a man opts by Him 
10 by 10, His decrees, His chastises 
But in man to man, now, one will be perished 
The believers wicked by intelligence 
Suppressed by power 
Countryman, a blood to a blood 
Orderly be banished 
For guilty a man who perishes another man.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rise up and Stand Tall

In the wake of India train Bombings-7/11/06

Wake up blessed people; shine your light in the night,
Tomorrow may be another day, but evil walks the shadows tonight.
As silence falls on the minds of the contrite heart,
Cowardly they watch as the monsoon rains start.

Awaken my loyal people, another train awaits,
Tomorrow’s but another day, lets not lose our faith.
Love is for the living, and we will live to love,
They cannot destroy us, only the Lord above.

Wake up my vibrant people; let’s stand tall,
Tomorrow is another day, lift all those who fall.
Our bodies are just hurt, but our minds still live on,
Our dead we’ve buried, but our spirits still strong.

Stand tall beautiful people, lets lead the way,
Tomorrow’s not far away, together we’ll walk brave
Our courage we hold dear, no one can touch,
Our hearts are but broken, our souls still so large.

Stand up my faithful people, lets walk on,
Tomorrows yet another day, we’ll still sing our song.
Our lives are but borrowed, and that is the fact,
We’re all God’s people, fear is just a setback.

Rise up Gods people, the nation is strong,
Tomorrow’s come already, and we’re still holding on.
A billion souls they tried to burn,
but together we’re bound, by Love alone.

Riah


Details | I do not know? | |

For the Freedom-Loving people of Syria

Massacre at Houla.

She was no more than 10 years of age.
He could have been a grandfather.

Young, old, women, girls, men, boys.

108 lives.

Now they are buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

Killed by knives,
shot at point-blank range,
slaughtered, mowed-down.

108 lives.

Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out.

108 lives.

As Damascus lies blatantly,
spewing forth untruth,
108 warm, dead bodies,
remain buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

108 lives.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hiroshima - Nagasaki 1

On that day in Aug 45
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot has said
What happens next the World dreads
The catch releases as Little Boy goes
Are they really enemies, are they really foes

As he lands without a sound
As he plummets into Japanese ground
As he ignites his awesome power
As he sprays his atomic shower

An eternity clears, in hours I hear
No City which once was here
Where are the people, no where near
In Oppenheimer do I detect a tear

If that's the worst The USA tells
Nagasaki is next as the death toll swells
Lo and behold that day has come
The second city is indeed gunned down

This Uranium gem as the Yanks declared
Our troops at war will all be spared
Not to think of these Japanese folks
Who in Atomic ruin their lives now soaked

Buildings gone where they once were
Populations vaporised without a care
This Mushroom shape will shadow ever
Their day in History will never sever

The following day as I look around
A bustling city which has no sound
I stand here bleeding, burns and sores
Skin dripping family torn

All around me, broken burning shapes
Trying to make sense of what this all makes
What could have created such destruction as this
On this city where yesterday was bliss

As I limp down my street in an imaged spree
Shadows of neighbours I will never see
Silhouetted in shape in many forms
Is this my World, its not the norm

Weeks have passed as I start to feel ill
Once I was ten, now I feel nil
Body sored, lacerations and boils
This human life entering it's toil

As I look to the sky, some birds still soar
Those lovely doves I will see no more
As my life fades as my eyes gently close
Should anyone receive those blows

Now I'm gone as I look down, once a city, now no more a town
Where once were dots all running around
Most are gone blown from our ground
Where mediation was never met, discussions we never said
Two cities many dead






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Elegy | |

Bombay Missiles

From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills. 
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit. 
Queried world and hastening federations 
The eventual address to make for red alert. 

Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later 
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.

Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm 
An arrest bore witness
Yet, 
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.


Details | Free verse | |

It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


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Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | Sonnet | |

THE FALL OF ATHENS

THE FALL OF ATHENS
Let all the wrath, unmercifully divine,
we have to muster, lead us in our quest,
and bring Athenian rule to be in line,
as sure the gods provide they fail the test,

all in our time, for Lacedaemon rules,
have we not made of man the equal to
the sight of death, upon the plights of fools
resisting all the means that we can do?

Their setting sun has risen in the east,
before the dark, those left will have to burn,
their knowledge is their fat, and only feast,
for all they know, they've yet to ever learn!

Now let the blood to flow down from the hill,
as if the flood has come and made the kill.
© ron wilson


Details | Free verse | |

When the world ends.

When the world ends,i will be a man,
of unhealthy appearance,
spineless,a life of hardship.
Wrestling with my conscience,under difficulties,
assumed the presidency by fraud,
killed thousands of innocent people,overheated the planet.
I was the great seducer,according to master plan.
The world ruler.
Hiding in my capsule now,waiting the unexpected.
Death awaits all men,
tickling my vanity again.
The rejoinder of power thirsty.
Keep to the path,
and posterity will be the judge.
Knocking on heaven's door,
the man who sold the world.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why do we fail to think

Id throw my life away,
Id run from the fame, and let go of the fortune,
if the world finally decided to stop all its commotion,
all these wars so infantile. the talk of blowing up another with a nuclear missile. 
is this really what its come down to? 
a chance at life, or death depending on who takes the first step? 
we see our men die behind enemy lines, we watch our loved ones fall to their knees
a tear for a lost loved, a son, a daughter, 
what if it was you? would you feel the same?
being shipped off in a body bag, given to your family with a flag and a pair of tags?
Id run away from all of this is only i could, 
because once you realize its your best friend 
the world is empty. You realize its a cold dark place, 
never so tranquil, and never at ease, 
we fight for what we cant have, and we are willing to spill blood,
Lose ourselves and our loved ones, 
but we never think of the consequences till 
The End.


Details | Free verse | |

NOEXCUSE

NO EXCUSE


What is logical, in this world of chaos, violence 
Nonsense. Nothing seems to clean this dirt 
Stains I cannot rinse. 
Social wounds take their toll 
Attacking every angle, there is no dependable defense. 
Only duck and dodge, never stand still. 
With media, the law, and terrorist threats 

Stayin' alive is pretty intense. 

And keeping open eyes, when constant 
brainwashing attempts until convinced 
We need to realize,
 these lies they sell make no sense. 
Then we may try to live free then die, without their interference.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Hollanditis

All started when Victor Kugler is at the office
And hears noise at the stairs 
open the door seeing a German uniform.

The train of death in between the silence of the landscape
 transporting human beings is leaving from the station.
The train of death is riding 
in between the country side 
carrying goods and prisoners of war
is 8 August 1944. 
The train doors are close 8 people are in.
Ana looks outside the train stop.
She became 15 and got presents at the behind 
house and that last page is dated 1 august 1944

The train is riding with Margot
The noise is loud in Amsterdam
The silence noise is loud in Germany,
home was Holland in 1934-1939,
and Zandvoort summertime with Mrs: Schneider
and at the Montessori school.

There is war and occupation 
then the capitulations and the law
that  was 
each Jew most wears a star.
That’s how Ana frank and her family 
Arrived in Holland
The collaborators members of the NBS the Dutch Nazi party 
had in 1941 this national socialist movement 100.000 members 
and 20.000 Dutch served the German army.
Against the Russian front at the oostfront
because the Nazis wanted every Jew out of Germany.


 In 27 January 1945 freed by the Russian
found but 7.650 people alive
Otto frank is one of them
And almost 6 million Jews were exterminated
Under the holocaust 
That means in Dutch: bran doffer, shoah (of sjoa) catastrophe, ramp
The winter of 1944/45.


Details | Verse | |

Oh Syria

The Halal slaughterers used to come at dawn,
they came to kill the lambs,
they would cut their throats, in the shape of a smile.

The slaughterers came at dawn,
and they killed the kids,
they cut their throats in the shape of a smile.

Did they smile as they did the deed?
Are they still smiling now?
What kind of man, and what kind of creed,
can contemplate this, and how?

Where are the teachings of their God?
What are their true beliefs?
Are they truly righteous folks?
Or are they merely, thieves?

Who hide behind a chosen creed,
and say they are God's men,
I say they lie, I say they heed,
cruel, and evil orders, then,

unleash their ignorance on those they see,
as enemies of their master,
an ugly, murderous mess ensues,
for the many innocents, disaster.

And here in our 'nice' democracies,
we sit and watch on our TVs
as evil flaunts its wicked grin,
and thousands commit the most wicked sin,

and again we do not lift a finger,
the bad tastes from other wars still linger,
we wait to see what will unfold,
too late for those who'll never grow old!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.


Details | Blank verse | |

Gershwin

Exciting visions
  of the urban scene
captured in music
    Joyous notes
that is Gershwin
   My father passed away 4 years ago
He used to thrill us with his piano 
   he played the jazz master's work 
miss the man so much    




Details | Lyric | |

Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


Details | Rhyme | |

Generations of Valor


          They stand together
          Soldiers young and old
          As we sit down beside them
          Their stories unfold

Tell me son
What happened to you
Please take your time
I wish to hear you through

    I was out on patrol
    Looking for improvised devices
    Their made of plastic now
    For modern sacrifices

    But this one was different
    It was set on remote
    Triggered at distance
    As the enemy gloat

    Catapulted, bleeding
    As i land on the sand
    My face lacerated
    As are my hands

    My left hand has gone
    As are my eyes
    My emotions are drained
    I can no longer cry

    I am flown home
    To Edwards Air Base
    Not the way i left
    A new tomorrow i face

My brave young son
I shall cry for you
Yes tomorrow is new
But we will see it through

    As he wipes his tears
    His son says to his father
    Tell me your story again
    So my thoughts again gather

Well it was so long ago
And although i am old
The horrors of wars
Should always be told

It was the 6th of June
1944
The day the war had turned
And what we fought for

I was one of thousands
As we hit the beaches
Under heavy fire
Bodies bleeding, bodies bleached

After being pinned down for hours
We finally made a breakthrough
Their lines broken
Our determination pursued

Our objective, Bayeux
To cut off the road to Caen
Re-assemble and group
As we mean to go on

We were on the outskirts
As a 109E attacked
My platoon was strafed
As its bullets impact

I was hit three times
In my legs and chest
Shipped back home
Asking why i was blessed

After the war
In the Army i stayed
As an injury councillor
For other wars have been played

          Father and son stood together
          Hugged for tomorrow
          Yes, there will be more wars
          And what they bring is sorrow




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


Details | Rhyme | |

" The Gulf in War " Page 1 of 3

Oil or strife, is it worth all these lives
Festering carnage, thriving flies
Who's to say the region is fine
The old cliche, it will take some time

Lets scroll back to August 90
Iraq in Turmoil, to Saddams insanity
Economic sanctions to economy draining
Richness to want, from Kuwait's gaining

Over the border the Iraqi's spill
Fill their pockets, take their fill
No respect to those who fall
Under Saddam, they have a ball

How weak they are, hostages they take
Sweep aside all in their wake
Cowards they are, and prove to be
Working to Saddam's insanity

On the apron, there appears to be
An Airliner, British Sovereignty
As they disembark to the airport lounge
They let them speak, propaganda sound

Governments meet to discuss this crisis
OPEC panic, their oil prices
Battle groups, now summoned again
More despair, more bloody pain

In the Gulf are assembled so
Carrier groups, awaiting to go
F18's from the US of A
Load their bombs and have their say
British Tornado's, straffing troops
Falling dead in drunken stoops

Desert warfare for the Western World
Not seen since, Rommel's skill
Their training and will, are put to the test
Republican guard to be their best

Invasion set, mechanics roll
To free Kuwait, the Ultimate goal
Coalition troops start their advance
Iraqi conscripts, no hell of a chance

Encroaching armies, from the Western World
Mimicing Rommel, with his Desert skill
Driving the enemy from their plunder
To feel the wrath of organised thunder

Kuwaities Liberated, February 2001
A few months after it all began
Infidels wiped, from their floor
Infidels not here no more

Conscripts, possible Republican Guards
Down death highway in stolen cars
F18,s from the USA, soar above to have their say
Screeching down like hungry birds
This mile of carnage, will soon be heard
The plumes of death, rise to the sky
Iraqi families will wonder why
On this point it must be said
On Saddams head, his Nationals dead

The clear up operation has just began
Burning Oilwells, cloudy towns
Choking fumes will last for months
Invading Kuwait, was not top trumphs

Peace regained in Kuwait City
Where in fact it should always be
Biblical invasions of other races
Never thought i would view those places

Watching the news March 2003
I see Iraq on my TV
Discussions aplenty on WMD
Wait till tomorrow, and i will see >


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


Details | Free verse | |

Locked And Blocked(In A War Torn Part Of Africa)

A forceful pungent smell
Hits me from this piece of land
Smeared with the precious blood
Of countless innocent people

Many vultures here hover
Over carcasses
Of several dead

I hear syllables
Of the long familiar refrain
Tightly knit together
Sounding clearer and clearer
At each virtual instance:

Don't leave me in the dark
Don't leave me in complete darkness
Sweet sister

For long have I waited
The light of day
Passionately have I endured
The troubles of the gloomy hours

The sky is unusually starry
And overcast
Morning seems a thousand
Years distant.

Proclivity gave birth
To rapid procreation
Insincerity paved the chance
For lust and greed

Alas, this country is in prison
And constant fears
In morbid grief
And mortal tears.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


Details | Tetractys | |

My Dear Friend You Are Not Forgotten

my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel






Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops


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Pointless War

An ominous path
Of fire and stone
The broken man
He walks alone
Behind him lies
A field of pain 
Blood soaked earth
And death in vain
Fearless warriors
Fall from grace
Returned to earth
A peaceful place
The man foresaken
A pointless war
The stench of death
Forever more.






                                      This poem is dedicated to all of the men and women
                                      who fight to keep this country safe.


Details | Free verse | |

VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


Details | Haiku | |

Unknown Soldier

                                                        unknown soldier  
                                                       fallen unsung hero  
                                                         without a name










Tribute To Our 
Armed Forces


Thanks For Serving


Details | Couplet | |

Twins

So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly

Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds

Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;


Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground

A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry

Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.


Details | Free verse | |

TRUTH OF A SOLDIER

Soldiers leave for war toady
Closing laptops on the way
Missing families that they leave
Now dieing of illness and disease
Bombs are launched in the air 
Bodies laying everywhere 
Soldiers are for who we cry
We are the reason that they die


Details | Free verse | |

When Freedom Dies

When freedom dies and liberty falls down to her knees, And the flag of surrener is risen before the gates of justice, and faith, hope, and love are no longer principals of our life, out liberty, and our pursuit of happiness. when freedom dies and tyrrany is alive life has no meanig life is only of fear. when freedom dies and nothing survives but the darkness within, nothing remains but the hope for tomorrow's sun.


Details | Blank verse | |

Bin Ladens Beard

They say there was an eagle who came and took his chair,
and soon it spilt out black blood on you and me and off the East.
The gay man’s disguise is sexualised through the long legs
of Americas barbers chatter
as they trim out the last of terrors,
and as their reasons are no more,
the blood returns
to the red
sea, looking so black
and easy.
Curls of beard scattering
ashed terrain.


Details | Verse | |

Two Other Little Boys

I sat and watched two little boys die,
on my TV screen last night.
I sat and watched as each in turn,
lost his uneven fight.
They died from something we don't fear,
they died because they were poor,
they died from pneumonia brought on by diarrhoea,
which for us is so easy to cure.
I will never forget their mothers cries,
or the anguish of their faces,
once more their reality magnifies,
the inequalities between our races.


Details | ABC | |

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Stolen Generations

The tripping lights,the spinning sound,
At long last,the switch was found.

Complicated situations, feeling the vibrations,
Of the numbing sensation of the mind in control
Of this bodyless soul.

Being prodded and poked while being provoked,
My walls came tumbling down,
And I couldn't even make a sound.

This price i'm paying it doesn't seem right.
Is my weight worth gold for whats really being sold?
It's too late she cries, tossing and turning,
Hating her own demise.

Would she have been more wise
If she could have seen,
The hurt in these blue eyes,
The chances that could have been.

I never had a chance to tell my side of the story.
The moments that could have been,
Our crowning moment of glory.

My dreams are shattered, I feel battered and bruised.
I once felt welcomed, now I feel used.

With one last gasp of air, my soul slipped away,
My mummy had her abortion, on my 1st birthday.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hero's

You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for their leader 

The hungry little ones 
Cry
The world watches on
In fear

My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice 
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live

His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be 
Our resurrection of renewal

We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on 
In fear

©? Brenda V Northeast              29 Dec. 2011

 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Battle of Armageddon

This world and all
 of it's confusion.
Shall one day reach a
 dramatic conclusion.

All of the wars and battles shall end.
That day our Messiah returns
 to earth again.

So much has clearly been 
said and written.
Concerning the final battle 
called Armageddon.

Have you been paying attention
 to the latest news.
Concerning the country of 
Israel and the Jews?

Israel will be alone that dreadful day.
All of the Jews will bow 
their heads to pray.

All at once... They'll look
 up into the sky!
Behold!  Their messiah 
returns from on high!

On a white horse...  Jesus and his 
army shall prevail.
All of man's weapons will be 
destroyed and fail.

He shall reveal himself, along 
with his pierced hands.
And will reign triumphant
 throughout the lands.

He shall rule and reign for 1000 years.
There'll be peace and ;joy. 
 No more tears.

Will you be with him when he returns?
Or here on earth... as this world burns?

Heaven or hell.  Which will be
 your home?
The choice is yours.  
And yours alone...

By JIm Pemberton  
03/10/09


Details | Pantoum | |

Confused Surreal 9-11 (continuation)

Confused Surreal 9-11 (continued)
     By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

News flashes’ disillusionments then changed from bad to worse.
But chaos had not seen it’s end, attack was just the first.
The pentagon was next in line. God!  Clear it out in time?
The word came through that tower two had crumbled to the ground.

But chaos had not seen it’s end, attack was just the first.
The World Trade Center’s death toll soared our citizens were lost.
The pentagon was next in line. God!  Clear it out in time?
Then, word came through that tower two had crumbled to the ground.

The World Trade Center’s death toll soared our citizens were lost.
Debris filled streets for miles around as people fled for life.
Then, word came through that tower two had crumbled to the ground.
How could this happen on our soil?  We are the brave and free.

Debris filled streets for miles around as people fled for life.
Reality not sunken in, we all saw freedom’s cost.
How could this happen on our soil?  We are the brave and free.
Real heroes sacrificed their lives and crashed Flight 93.

Reality, not sunken in, we all saw freedom’s cost.
Round and round our heads did spin; we watched in disbelief.
Real heroes sacrificed their lives and crashed Flight 93.
The country came together then, war was no mystery.

Round and round our heads did spin; we watched in disbelief.
The facts had all displayed themselves United States are we
The country came together then, war was no mystery.
And friends from all around the world joined us as brave and free.


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" The Gulf in War " Page 3 of 3

Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller.

Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes on to find their dad
In tunnels and bunkers below Bagdad
Operation Red Dawn, captured a want
His name Saddam, not worth the font
His reputation, now no longer a curse
This Iraqi nation, prayfully past their worse.

Let me take you back to 45
Berlin fallen, families died
But proud Germans, despised their leaders
To write a new, gain worthy readers.

Back to Iraq, as the forces cement
Sunni and Shia - Kurds will repent
Sadly not true, as markets ask
Suicide bombers, an impossible task
To police each person, on any given day
Won't stop their carnage as they like to play

Kalasnikov, Bullets and RPG
The currency of war, as countries will see
And to be truthfully honest, how do we repair
Stay at home watch TV, thank god i'm not there

The lines below are not errors by me
They are indeed tears, of the fallen you see
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It beggars belief, to open ones eyes
As another race, just wants to despise
As History has shown, whether neigbour or friend
I doubt Human Race will ever buck the trend
We will continue to kill, maim do or die
The End.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Pay To Breathe

Pay to breathe
Pay to breathe
wrapped in greed
you cannot see
the meaning of life
before your eyes
stillness captured in your lies
worth a dime
pockets dry
you do a crime
you do the time
then you pay to breathe?
Or you die?


Details | Haiku | |

BROKEN PROMISES [Haiku 9]

Tony tough on crime.
He lies, tough on cause of crime.
Again lies on Iraq.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Higher Court

You took him,
You left the old man lifeless,
You stole his dreams,
You stole his money,
You left his family scared,
You left his kids fatherless,
And what do you get?,
What do you get for this devastation?,
Twenty years in jail,
Free room and board,
Free television and meals,
You took anothers life,
You destroyed his family,
And the courts showed you mercy,
The government shows hospitality,
You should be confined,
No comforts,
No light for you to see,
And the lawyers who fight for you,
They should be confined also,
For they are fighting for what they know is wrong,
You live another day,
But one day you will have to answer,
You will answer to God,
Sit in you'r cell,
Get you'r free room,
Get you'r free food and television,
But damnation is waiting,
You will have to answer to God,
And no lawyer can help you,
Not there.


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


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World Bleeders

World Bleeders (#777 words)


If you claim to be sane
in this crazy whirled we live
I pity the world in your domain
in that you forget to forgive
I think your normal is abnormal
You must be one of the takers
not the One's that give
Maybe you're one of the fakers
that live comfortably in a lie
Maybe you're one of the shakers
not afraid to roll another die
Maybe you think you're one of the makers
without having to try
You have others do as you will
You love to make them cry
You've assigned yourself to the breakers
the bankers and self-appointed high
for annihilation in the illuminated fire
Resurrected in a body for hire
A true holocaust
The Soul is outsourced
to the Archontic principal
and the psychopathic Bull
Mad as a hatter
Too much Mercury in your brain
has broken through the membrane
You burnt the messenger
that had a swift cure for your pain
You're historically insane
You designed your new casket
to survive after the pyre
It fits your godlike desire
to outlive the last creator
of heaven and hell
The Great dictator
behind the face you dwell
It's all in your head
that's lost in space
You're the naked king not the ruler
of the awakened human race
Your master is weakening
Your plans are known
Your days are numbered
on this Earthly throne
Your wars will not win
Your battles will be lost
Humanity has suffered too long
along the lines that you have crossed
You fail to wholly understand
Your left brain receives
and makes the demands
to Be-keeper of the Rite
that assumes command
Darkness over light
You want the hive in your hand
to extract all the honey
Only you can transfer
the raw gold into money
and set a price beyond the reach
of the deepest wells
You seal your darkened spells
in sacrificial red blood and wax
From the micro to the macro
you set the rate of in-come tax
upon every single unit of measure
You claim each traded name
as your personal treasure
to buy or sell as you proclaim
Crashing stocks 
and shifting shame
Rewinding clocks
to fool and blame
the one that's lost in time
Forever leaning back and fore
Not balanced along the wavy line
alike spiral chakras resonating a sine
from root to tip along the spine
but not connected to Earth or skies
Beyond worship of the witness Moon
Saturn plays your tune
The old man of time
will come for you soon
just as You have willed
Fashioned from the blood you spilled
on sacred ground
The buried bodies will be found
You will get what you deserve
in the final round
Beyond the courts of Law
are accountants keeping score
You could have been part of the whole
You chose to be the whore
You could have given back what you stole
but wanted to prophet from the score
Painted a Red Star above your door
Each choice that you make
either exacerbates
or exaggerates the mistake
Turning water into ice
for you to rule a frozen paradise
and rape the feminized Son
through the Djinn in your genes
You host the obscene
Still burning your skin in the Light
You hide behind sun screens
The most affected are the unclean
primitive reptilian-brained Being
Hidden at the top of the unseen
below ground
Much more has been hidden
than declared or found
Buried so deep underground
it traps the sight and sound
The rumors fly around
like sprayed-on mud
across the whole scene
They say the copper in their blood
makes it blue/green
Manufactured super-soldiers
Part human
Part hybrid
Part psychic machine
Someone's terror nightmare
is someone else's dream
Frequency modifications
intensify the silent scream
that so few people hear
Is someone other than Me
reside unseen in here
Is there anybody out there
Slip and slide induced fear
Manufactured and produced
to make the precious juice
that powers the parasitic rider
Who takes the spark from him and her
through unguarded portals
the siphon is Set
The Python of Horus
when the Hawk's eyes meet
and amplify the chorus
with an electro-magnetic reaction
that powers the craft
created from forced intention
beyond your mind
through an angled shaft
Home of the Dog-gods
and the worshipped Cat
before the destruction of Tiamat
engendered the demise
from flaming objects
in blood red skies
All innocence dies
Only the Soulless vampire survives
on the victims last breath
Only the anti-creator thrives
on imaginations final death.



David.N.Moule/Verso


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Ashes Through The Dawn

Bullets forever fly, it'll never stop.
Angels and demons die, while mortals continue to drop.
Fight for the empires, you willingly die for.
All are liars, yet the insnare more.
A shot to the head, the strike of a tongue.
They're all dead, though so young.
Raping democracy, perverting the truth.
Can no one see, they're killing the youth.
Your life ends, by a look through the scope.
No life or friends, not a shred of hope.
Dead men tell no tales, yet I can hear.
The heart beat fails, causing the stain of another tear.
You believed them, do you feel betrayed?
Dying for the system, the tricks been played.
No such thing as free speech, for no one can speak.
All you have to do is reach, yet you're too weak.
Take your remorse, once you are dead.
For the country of course!, help the message spread.
Bow before your king, as the unknowing fool.
You're taking everything, for you're just a tool.
Take in the abuse, take your last breath.
You've served your use, now walk into death.
Darkened days, and even darker nights.
Choose your many ways, to accept heavenly light.
Watch the spreading smile, of your loving nation.
Just take in the denial, and serve your station.
Ashes through the dawn, will slowly break you.
Your breath is gone, what now is there to do?
Horror steadily grows, as shadows fall.
No one knows, no one can hear the agonized call.
As hearts grow still, do you accept defeat?
Do you have the will, to get out of your seat?
Will you still kill, as bullets rip through flesh and meat?


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A WORLD OF MY DREAMS

As I tread outside smiling
The joy of freedom seems to have gone missing
The feeling of equality and security
Overtaken by the sights of torture and misery

Trust and faith lay shattered
Families divided, growing hatred
Scarcity of food, education in shambles
Is this the gift for the next generation?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illiteracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger

As the bullets fly and bombs explode
The howls of crying babies go loud
The scare and pain of getting orphaned
In their mind, always embedded

Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seems to be creating havoc for the majority
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY

In a flash, walking, I feel so lonely
Tears flowing on feeling their hunger and poverty
Hoping for a home and education for all
I pray for universal peace and health for all

I feel, not for me, but for us all here
I pray for a world where cruelty to humans, no one hears
But, I ask, “Can my prayers ever come true”?
YES !! Only if with me I also have ALL OF YOU


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Your Free {Footle}

slavery
   not for me

       forced labor
           paid for more

                  chain gang
                        head banged

                                mop floors
                                    dusty headboards

                                                iron shirts
                                                     hem skirts

                                                         raw deal
                                                           cook meals

                                                              don't get paid
                                                                           or get laid

                                                                             piece of meat
                                                                                   alway's gets beat

                                                                                          hide underground
                                                                                                 don't make sound

                                                                                                     free the slaves
                                                                                                         Lincoln did say

                                                       

 Tribute To Freedom  
And May God Bless The Slaves


Also Enrty For
Sami Al-Khalili's Contest
Small Cage, Big Bird


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Freedom Rings

Freedom Rings
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Saddam Hussein's friends
Wore body bombs and killed men.
But freedom still rings.


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Suffer Not The Little Children

Mercy, Mercy Lord above,
I am begging of you please,
I pray oh Lord that in your love,
you will, my pain and suffering ease.

Again oh Lord, Almighty one,
please listen to my pleading,
before all hope within me is gone,
please stop my people's bleeding.

Oh mighty one, for many days,
I have prayed to you to help me,
please use your divine and miraculous ways,
to save us, and bring back my daddy!

Oh mighty Lord of all mankind,
again I beg you to intervene.
Please my God, please don't be blind,
please see what all the world has seen.

The soldiers, they come every day,
they shell and shoot, and spare no one.
We try to hide, we all still pray,
but my faith in prayer has now gone.

So if you are there, can I ask,
a question, oh mighty invisible Lord?
Why do you never take to task,
those who live and rule by the sword?


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Confused Surreal 9-11

Confused Surreal 9-11
     By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

While waiting for my car repair, the TV was turned on. 
Then one by one before shocked eyes, twin towers had been hit.
At first we thought it wasn't real when tower one was struck.
Dismal chatter bursting, frightful, brought crazed surreal stares.

Then one by one before shocked eyes, twin towers had been hit.
Thick smoke emerged from windowpanes dead silence on each face.
Dismal chatter bursting, frightful, brought crazed surreal stares.
We called the workers from the shop and franticness took place.

Thick smoke emerged from windowpanes dead silence on each face.
While watching number one in smoke, we saw the plane hit two.
We called the workers from the shop and franticness took place.
Together, strangers in a room, united by worst fears. 

While watching number one in smoke, we saw the plane hit two.
Trapped people started jumping out like mice between two poles. 
Together, strangers in a room, united by worst fears.
And human after human jumped from windows to their doom-

Trapped people started jumping out like mice between two poles. 
Frights like a horror movie airing on the morning news.
And human after human jumped from windows to their doom-
Reporters couldn't hold it in and quivers seized their voice.

Frights like a horror movie airing on the morning news.
News flashes disillusionments then changed from bad to worse.
Reporters couldn't hold it in and quivers seized their voice.
The pentagon was next in line. God!  Clear it out in time?

(continued)  For Nathan Leccese's 9-11 Contest.  Please read the continuation.


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"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"

"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"

 I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
 that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my  intelligence 
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections  
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of  loaded madness...
 to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style 
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...       
now manipulation is but a...
 Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's     
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly 
saw in the nude... 
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...   
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished 
know i will wait for you, in hell... 
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,      

aka:lyricvixen  



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" The Gulf in War " Page 2 of 3

Tomorrow comes, and lo and behold
WMD, Weaponry -  Middle East stranglehold
Chemical Scuds, conventional too
What will Saddam's madness do.

Visions of - Gulf No 1
Burning wells under our lovely sun
OPEC panic, its not their day
Millions of guns back out to play.

Armada's sailing, many ships
RFA's -  make many trips
Tommohawks, 2000 pounders
Shake the earth, humans thunder
Tommo's screech across the sky
Where they land, there's sure to die
The innocents will have their say
As Western Arnaments have their play.

Journalists report on the horrors of war
What the Hell are we fighting for
A barrel of Oil, a bucket of sand
Its not a reality i can understand.

Coalition forces encroach on cities
Where Saddam's men showed no pity
These were his people, they should be alive
As all countries, should live and thrive.

His previous demean, to his Children and men
Like gassed Basra, deathly den
Chemical Ali, on the order of he
Dispicable happenings, in their own country.

Bagdad, capital of mythical age
Bruised and battered by modern rage
Rockets and bullets falling like rain
Killing and maiming, screams of pain.

BBC, Fox News - CNN
Reporting whats right, is it right for them
Troops a searching, for the reasons there their
Weapons of MAD, who actually cares.

Hidden away in deserts of sand
Chemical weapons, poisonous glands
Scud launchers, with conventional heads
Israeli people, cant sleep in their beds
What gives Iraqis, some Arabs too
To do the things, we see they do
Is it scriptures past, transcribed through the years
Now on our doorsteps, forgotten fears.

Through CIA Intellegence in 2002
Drew the path, US troops move through
Down the gun barreled highway, enemies so few
Insurgents not many, taken out as they do
Abrahams spray, thier bullets so fair
To take down the Guard, who should stop us there.

Invasion in place, Marco Polo would say
Like Hanibal, they all have their day
Should they be here, in our country i say
Where will they be tomorrow, i can only pray.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


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Misfortunes of War and Beyond no More

The price we pay 
For these countries of ours
Battlefield loss
Coffined towers
 
Daughters and sons
Gunned down
Patriotic souls
Perish, under Nature's sun
 
Terrorist war, i cant understand
To fight each other, my thoughts bland
Muslim, Sunni or Shiite Bro's
Severe grudge, Suicide blows
 
No faith, can comprehend
The sender of this degenerate send
Martyr's picked, soon forgotten
As the world denounces, faiths so rotten
 
West Bank, Basra, Baghdad too
Exhibits in this modern Zoo
Kill your neighbour, slay a friend
On the news, images send
 
Close to home these cowards strike
Maim and kill, their consience wiped
Off to where they are supposed to go
Forever land, where nothing flows
 
If faith exists on this magic land
Would what you see, be in its plan
To do what we do, and think it's best
All faiths would be, under arrest
 
If we are all under the one
So many wrongs have humans brung
For this Highlander to understand
Who is indeed, in charge of this land
 
Before you answer, please observe
To actually who, do humans serve
So many idols, are they human made
Whose do we walk, on earths esplanade
 
The answer is there for all to know
Open minds, allow the flow
It may not be, what you think it's been
It may be around you, everyday seen
 
Nature, nature in your might
Observe this planet, in your sight
Render wrongs, display whats true
Remind your tribes, what they should do
 
Way back then, explosion new
The cycle of me and you
If we don't understand what we are here for
Misfortunes of War & Beyond no More


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Homeland Security

 I am a patriot

and I love my country

and I believe freedom is worth fighting for

but I keep hearing 

about homeland security

It's a long way from home that you're waging this war

why the deception and misinformation

what is this treacherous game that you play

you keep sending our children to that desert forsaken

You won't let common sense stand in your way

There's no room for partisanship in this matter

this sword will cut both the left and the right

You put a little too much on your platter

but the roaches will scatter when we turn on the light

Where is the glory and honor and premise

all I see is the hungry industrial 

with her bombs and her missiles and too often you miss

for each foe that you kill you create ten more

Why the deception and misinformation

what is this treacherous game that you play

foolishly tempting the worlds damnation

with your sword made of iron and your feet made of clay


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Holy War

   Sorrow soars on the celestial sphere
On wings of silver birds
Distraught are the comforts of many
Given to pleasure of the prophet of man 
Armed with the gospel of Allah.
   A gesture to the flying protector of the Holy Land
A powerful hand to coerce collapse
This message of greater value
Has been returned unto you 
A cavernous exile.
   Gods collide 
To the messenger gives doctrine
One shall command annihilation of many
A clash of faith, departed
The innocents.
   Unto Israel your anger flows
Yet the Eagle fly’s near, watching
To the Heavens you seek for knowledge 
Interpretations defined
The proclamation of war indefinite.
   Deceptions in patience arise
One God’s fury strikes
Fear translates into understanding 
Bolts of heightened steel take flight
To bring to not, the Eagles castle.
   Souls of vacant bodies speak
A new army for the war
Upon the Mount of Olives they stand
Waiting for the messenger of Allah
To oppose the will of YHWH.	
   And the Eagles wings held flight
Screeching down upon the messenger; punishment
This Holy Land remains the dream
Immortal direction subsided
Israel stands keeper of the gate
Holy war.


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Armed

Be it one who has will 
A power to fight
That sand mans kill
One’s own plight  

For freedom, it be taken
To this He be not blind
Take shells with centers and break in
Our peace one day we’ll find


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Hero's return in Armada Mass

June 6th 1944
An Armada masses at Europe's door
Five sector landings, 160,000 troops
On the following beaches, our hero's would swoop
Utah, Omaha, Juno, Sword and Gold
Allow me to write, as my story unfolds
 
We, 50th Northumbrian Infantry
To repatriate Europe's lost countries
The Devonshire, Hampshire regiments but two
The Allied might in this incredible feud
 
Beach landing storm, between Le Hamel - Ver sur Mer
 
Sectors Item, Jig and King
Is where the 79th Armoured would sing
 
Beachhead established, Mulberry harbour plan
Reaching Bayeux, cut the road to Caen
East we will go, meet with the Canadian troops
Juno Beach they landed in their infantry groups
 
King sector assault, casualties high
Our tanks now landed, their shells fly
Enemy positions pounded
Men of both die
 
Jig sector assault, Le Hamel fell
Village by village, only time will tell
Creully and Crepon reached and taken
Forsaken
 
Item sector, commando strong
Harbour to take, enemy thrawn
Important target, supplies to land
Eventual demise of this German stand
 
From this landing, our masses advanced
Through deadened lands, i never glanced
To absorb the sights that i witnessed there
To look ahead, no stop no stare
 
As i sit at home and close my eyes
Not knowing whether to despise
Being in the middle of carnage hell
Our Hero's fell, but I'm here to tell
 
 
   " Dedicated to Stanley Elton Hollis - the one and only recipient 
of the Victoria Cross on D-Day June 6th 1944, but they are all hero's "


              http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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His Head Bowed

Warrior of battle
A leader of men
Triumphant in victory
In his Highland glens

His followers unite
In battle ready clans
Willing to die
As they fight for their lands

Burns run red
As thatched crofts burn 
To lead ones clan
Is birthed and earned

Lowlanders, fellow Highlanders
In claymore cull
From John O' Groats
To the Isle of Mull

Many campaigns
In week long march
To leave your enemies
Their communities torched

Warrior of Highlanders
Bloodied hands steeped in
His head bowed
To the fallen and beaten



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-2.php


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"Karma: What Goes Around Comes Around"

Americans think they can do whatever and it won't turn around and bite them in the butt,
They go bully someone and mess their country up,
They rape women and children and then tell them to shut shut up,
The white man devils always trying to oppress somebody,
Their not happy until they kill everybody!
Well guess what; what goes around comes around,
Eventually the truth will come out,
Don't want to change, want to stick with insanity,
It showed when they shot John F. Kennedy,
America will be doomed for life,
Always going to keep their ways even if they have to put up a fight,
What goes around comes around,
America will burn to the ground,
So keep those ignorant ways,
Because one of these days,
America's going to pay!


                                                  ~ Me
                                                  5/24/2008


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One Two Eight Nine Eight

Handsome young face,
Rushing to his death,
Fear is brushed aside,
This firefighter hero,
Is not one to hide...

Climbing stairs to heaven,
Rescue on his mind,
So very much different,
Than the evil kind...

Who kill in God's name,
Isn't that absurd?
To slay without regard,
Innocent men and women,
The most Godless thing
I've ever heard.

Allah loves death?
You know this to be true?
I pray the strength of America
Forever smites you...

12898 did not die in vain...
He was the real hero that day,
Killers of life are
A Godless stain...

No God, whatever name,
Would wish that this was so,
Unless he is the Devil,
And ultimately we'll show...

You spit on America,
You ask for what you get...
We have a tendency to remember,
We surely will not forget...

So run to your cave,
You Godless freaks,
It is your last day,
That America seeks...

Crush you like the dirt you are,
And it doesn't matter how very far,
We have to go,
Or have to wait,
You have picked,
Your ultimate Godless fate.


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Volunteers

A cold hard military
signed up for a bloodbath
marching two by two
down the path to oblivion.
Row by row
with cargo in tow
Their blackened hollowed eyes see their end.
Hand in hand
they meet their Gods and all their Devils
they have their picks
they have their shovels
to dig their shallow graves
just to realize an end
at last
they won't be saved.


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One Soldiers View

Keening mothers holding children charred

Black or sometimes white

depending on the nature of

or the time spent in the flame

I suppose we're each and every one to blame

Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright

These days I look forward to the night

bless the fading light

when it's easier not to see

and much more comfortable for me

In the daylight I have learned to turn my back

to the ululating ladies dressed in black

Who scream their grief and prayers  for vengeance

to an unseen entity

A God with whom I choose to disagree

Can this cancer known as man

ever learn how not to kill 

will we ever drink our fill

of all the baby blood we spill

For now Our predatory passion won't be still

whether good or evil both

we watch the children burn

And as far as the babies are concerned

If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell?

There's at least a million who are more than glad to die

Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high

their reward a paradise of sensual delights

Allah Akbar! God is great they cry.

Here we are east and west

Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother

Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other

We provoke our God to shame

when we feed the very flame that we should smother.

I guess one bad turn deserves another.

I just heard both of our Gods cry


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Sample price of Russians in Chechnya

More than 1,000 men, sometimes women
forced to clandestine detention centers.
Relatives mystified as to there whereabouts.
Some Russian troops bribed 
with money, weapons or ammunition.
Returning gave rise to evidence
of rape to both women and men,
constant beatings rendering broken bodies;
some with hammers.
One left with severe back injury,
another broken ribs 
giving rise to kidney issues.

Guards treating inmates cruelly
knowing their camps are illegal.
Unregistered, unsanctioned, unlawful,
no records kept of who's detained or where.

Where bodies have been found 
they usually bear scars of torture
and violent death, 
some unrecognizable - blown up.

Wealth of a family determines ransom
of kidnapped or arrested persons.
Only the death cave or torture chamber
awaits where money's not exchanged.
Knowing Chechen belief in funeral or burial
gave rise to a trade in corpses.
100 to 3,000 dollars paid for return.

Some 10,000 are missing
with possibly another 15,000 in refugee camps
conditions appalling.
Inadequate make shift shelters,
lack of food and clean water,
heating and essential basics.
Extortionate rents are charged
for those trying to relieve 
and avoid the over crowding.
Shelters are but empty trucks,
tents and railway carriages.
Humanitarian aid blocked,
and medical supplies limited,
Chechen people afraid 
for their male population -
loss of husbands, sons.
Children not permitted 
to attend schools.


Once out of money often returned
to war zones.
Their homes no longer there
places having been looted 
and under complete destruction.
Ongoing war takes its toll
bombings over 50,000 homes destroyed.
From 424 villages, 270 are gone.
Agricultural lands contaminated
by land mines and bombs
threatening the nations survival.


Mass graves uncovered,
200 corpses in one.
Arms and legs tied, blindfolded.
Signs of mutilation,
severed finger tips, stab wounds.
Broken bones, flayed body parts,
ears removed.
A body of a one year old child.
100 beheaded bodies in another.
Worse still some also had 
internal organs removed,
not knowing where those parts were destined, -
but assuming black market
for much sought after transplant.

War on terrorism used as an excuse
for what has taken place,
Putin trying to cover atrocities
that have already happened.
Continued abuse of a country
wounded by the years of war...


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The Start of the End of my Village

One day herding my animals
The other, tending our crop
Strangers out of the distance
To them, we knew not
 
The colour of our skin
Is with these distant men
On arrival at my village
We are herded into a pen
 
Our women and children screaming
Warriors manacled and chained
Treated like this in our homeland
Degraded mistreated, unexplained
 
The next day we witness our nightmare
Our village ransacked and burned
Six hundred marched to the coastline
Our existence overturned
 
The coast we eventually reach
A ship, The Brooke's sits offshore
Ferried out on their longboats
For our future, remains unsure
 
Many weeks at sea
Grown men cower in corners
In the bowels of this infested ship
Families have become mourners
 
Tilbury Docks we berth
As i look around and see
From over 600 villagers
Around 300 left and me



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/slavery.php


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To America

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Death is here
To collect it's due
 
The grass is green
The sky is blue
You better watch out
Because it's coming for you
 
The flag is red,
White and blue
But your country
Can't save you


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BULLY

The bully with the soft smile.
He walks the walk.
The bully with the soft smile.
He talks the talk.

He rules by fear, 
He doesn't care.
He has no morals,
He thinks he's fair.

The killings never stop.
His anger makes us rile.
He rules from a shaky throne,
The bully with the soft smile.

He tells us lies,
which some believe.
This powerful man
causing so much grief.

The smiling bully shows no love.
The desert lands are burning fast.
They die in thousands, they cannot cope.
Their days are numbered, they have lost all hope.

Who is the bully, who is this man?
With his lies and a permanent smile.
The taker of life, the giver of pain.
Who is the man, who kills for our oil.

His house is large,
And white as a lily.
That's where we'll find ,
Our international bully.


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The Start of the End of Me

On Tilbury docks we stand
Separated from my kin
Is the reason we're standing here
The colour of my skin
 
Standing in the column of no future
I hear the white-man say
We are heading to Virginia
To be plantation slaves
 
Another journey awaits me
Without my family
The thought of never seeing them again
Internally horrifies me
 
We find ourselves at sea
With a shout land ahoy
The state of Virginia reached
Where men are turned into toys
 
We are standing in a line
In a market like cattle and sheep
To my left and to my right
Grown men, cower and weep
 
White men are shouting and bidding
With no thought to who we are
Do they know we look just like them
The difference is in our colour
 
Bidding and bartering over
Shaking hands as their deals are done
We head to the plantation
This era for me has begun
 
Years of toil and work
We hear stories from where we came
Slavery has been outlawed
Will America become the same
 
As America enters civil war
The North against the South
We hear of Abraham Lincoln
For these words are from his mouth
 
" I never, in my life,
  felt more certain that i was doing right,
  than i do in signing this paper "
 
The civil war ends
With many killed and maimed
White and black from all walks of life
We are human, and we all have names
 
For on December the 6th
1865
Slavery was abolished
How many of me had died
 
I grew old and free
So far away from my home
My family i never found
For my spirit, will forever roam




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"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09

"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09

your breath is of a Drug-inducing interjection of a Lullaby  
singing the unsuspecting, unconscious, unaware 
into a deep and danger  "Hetero-suggestion"

come trespass into the night 
as I lay helpless in my bed
fill my thoughts with dread 
make me your unwilling slave! 

"Mesmerism" is by the State of usage
used in the mind to control the innocents     
to a violation of which 
morality is but a vapor a way~ 

i don't remember said the unguilty blameless
its not my nature, it is just not me~
I could not have did this sin~

how to walk the line of care? 
when the air you do breath 
changes you world~ 

to inform you, that never warned~
that your "Enemy" has a new Tool~

 
 AKA:lyricvixen


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Novi Sad, Saddened

Another chapter
In our human race
4,211 murdered
In this Novi Sad place

Serb, Jewish
And Roma ethnicity
Gunned down
In massacre simplicity

In the Danube River
It's icy depths
Over four thousand souls
Dumped and left

The initiators arrested
To face their crimes
Escaped to Germany
For their freedom time

After the war
Located and arrested
Executed, dead
Whilst the massacred rested

It's just another chapter
In our human race
How many more
Until we start to loose face



In memory of the " Massacred at Novi Sad and other locations from

                        January 21st to the 23rd - 1942



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AWAY IN A FAR OFF TOWN

Dozing off behind the wheel 
Sleep-deprived decapitated 
Dillaudid consequences 

Incarcerate 
Betrayed confidences 
 Incriminated 
Responsibility blotted 

Dead friends 
Incinerated 
In reality 
They rotted 

Alive. 

Years prior to demise. 
Burnt bridges. Dead ends. 
A hell we created 
Causality to impend 

Insanity 

A cyclic continuance 
Doomed to repeat 
 Again and again. 
Just more tragedy 
Easily equated 

Karmic 
  
Punishment I deign 
Education in pain. 
Deliverance in suffering 
Salvation 
My moral 
Bearing reign. 

Controlled by one nation 
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain 
acid rain 
Acrid – floral 

Bought and sold 
Artistic creation 
Liquid – Forced oral 
Ingestion 
VIA TELEVISION 
Visual vomit – soylent seduction 

Initiate 
Indoctrinate 
 inducted 
Programmable People. 
Hypnotic STATE. 
Spell-bound 
Too Late.


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Belt of no Faith

Early morning
In various places
Faiths of many
Wearing different faces
 
Families descend
To spend their time
Families intend
To queue in line
 
Shoppers gather
Sellers sell
Many hundreds
Getting on so well
 
A face so different
Enters the scene
Although they blend
The look of mean
 
Position chosen
Before this day
No thought or care
Of who they slay
 
Connection met
Explosion spew
Scarlet life
In sporadic flew
 
Innocents scattered
Families torn
These newly called martyrs
From natures womb born
 
Media coverage
To foreign lands
Showcase this horror
By cowardly hands
 
Carnage cleared
Blue skies return
To witness the horror
Where many lives turned
 
This belt of no faith
Triggered for what
Remembered today
Tomorrow forgot
 
The people's people
Return every day
Market Square Hero's
In-spite of the slay



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"Graywhale CD Exchange" 2/15/09

"Graywhale CD Exchange" 2/15/09


I resistance the thought that something was wrong 
ever time I called to find a video game 
you would tell me it was there!
for the 5th time i got your place of business and 
it was not there~ manger Bob! 2/14/09

or the time i was shopping for video games
and sitting at the bus stop and 
loud shot would said

"YOUR ALREADY DEAD"
"DON'T  YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR FAMILY SAFETY"

FOR GIVE ME I'M SLOW ON THE UP TAKE!!!!

THIS IS MY LIFE OF NO RESISTANCE~

they will not leave me a lone ~ 
see you don't America untill you know someone who hate you because 
of how you are~ weres my dream~

by:lyricvixen  someone who get DEATH THREATS


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The right to kill

this is not premeditated murder
like the chemicals they use to poison your children
if it's you or me
what can i say other than goodbye
it's my right as a human to protect my life
you knew before you started trying to get rich quick
it was destroying people
killing them actually
how many people are you gonna kill for drugs
seen it done before
three of my friends dead
because of you
if it's you versus me
you dont stand a chance
a no brainer
to grab a knife
and do unto you as you've been doing unto me
i have the right to kill
kill those trying to kill me
chemicals
i'm not sure i should do them
the right to kill
fairwell
you knew what you were doing
no forgiveness
you never gave me a second chance
anyone doing drugs is about to be murdered
those selling it
their killers
yet we put it on tv
and have no idea whats going on
fairwell drug dealer
take your own chemicals
enjoy the last spin around the sun
hundreds of thousands of victoms
and this is being killed for fun
do you get it now
new age soldier
lead them to the slaughter house
i would pay for the toe tag
i would be happy for you
to protect the society you deserve

this just isn't happening
trying to kill me with poision
crippling a nation
good riddance
this isn't happening
so good riddance
enjoy it while you can
enjoy it while you can
fun while it lasted
killing for fun
killing my children
crippling families
yet you put it on tv and no one gets it

this is what i always wanted
round them up
no forgiveness
no forgiveness
no jail for you
the game is over
no game for fools
I'll make sure i have the facts
and when you wear my shoes
and when you find yourself being victomised by me
those birds will sing it
you got what you wanted
you got what you wanted

the right to kill you before you kill me
drugs are cheap
life isn't
who are you to play god
and throw me away
good riddance
have a nice day


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Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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He Did What He Could

Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
 
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
 
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
 
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
 
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
 
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
 
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
 
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
 
 
  My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.


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Current events commentary

Do you think I care 
For your phony Arab spring
And dead trees and hot wind
I have never seen a spring without seed popping from the soil
I should know I am made from the dust of the earth
Spring must have rain and bring flowers
Like the peace people use to sell in California
Before I knew they were only exploited slaves
Following someone else's agenda
Muttering words that were meaningless to their existence
You see what I cannot believe in what I see again
I am a man of faith, and have always been
Since the blindfold fell like scales of history
There is no Arab spring
Only the death of the old undying resistance
That would not conform to nothing but self
Only the death of people in the street
Who does not know the puppiteer willed them
For if they return from the dead
What will they see
Only the same old things more dilapidated than before
Only the invisible hand doing visible things
Killing people and calling it spring
That the new world order may prevail
As a new nomenclature
For the same old stuff that has made us barren
And berefted us of dreams
I want my children to better off than I have been
I can only entrust to me
Sleeping at their door armed with a prayer and an angel
That is who we were
Before the primitive hordes came from the sea
Before the sea people defied the bounds of their habitation
Before our empires were stolen
And we ended up in cages at the Bronx zoo
Yeah, you should read that story too
It is only by prayers we suruvive
It is the mystic part of us, the first part they derided
Calling it animism, or some dark sinister stuff
Making us afraid to own ourselves
We abandoned everything and found no berth
In their new economic order
For we were always commodities or some sort of value in exchange
So those high sounding, idealistic documents
They copied from what we believe but could not bring to pass
Those constitutions were not about us nor our possibility
For we were not construed to have humanity enough for that.
Then are we suddenly men again
That the Arab spring should be something more than a sinister thing.
I stop believing in Trojan horses long ago
I mean it is there as a gift
But I will keep working the night shift
When there is no moon
Just remember what is the color of my skin
Because all things work together for good
And I cannot walk by sight in the darkness
So I live by faith in season and out of season.


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They Will Never Roam

In modern warfare conflicts
We need to get there fast
Giant transporter aeroplanes
Take off in turbine blast

Inside these metal birds
That fly through natures skies
Deliver our knights in armour
To fight an enemy despised

These deliverers of peace
Will also take them home
Some will walk the apron
While others will never roam

We will always remember them
The way they left our shores
Just like our heroic veterans
All those years before

To watch them march so slow
Coffins held aloft
Their carriage that awaits them
Turns hard men to soft

On their tear laden journey
Our lost ones finally home
For in all our hearts
From there, they will never roam

 


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Absaloms Rebellion

Absalom’s Rebellion After Amnon raped Tamar, who was Absalom’s beautiful sister, Absalom plotted to kill His incestuous, lustful brother. Amnon fled to Talmai to his mother’s father, the king. Absalom’s rebellion may have been avoided, with punishment David failed to bring. King David exiled Absalom; had no part in the kingdom’s affairs. This gave rise to dangerous scheming of which David was unawares. Absalom was returned to the kingdom, but still banished from the court. With only outward reconciliation, Absalom listened to grievances brought. Soon Absalom had a following— discontent with the government spread. He stole the hearts of Israel; secretly planned a revolt to be led. As the trumpet of revolt was sounded, the prince’s spies spread news he was king. David learnt of Absalom’s rebellion; with his lyre, he no longer could sing. King David was driven from Jerusalem by the insurrection of his beloved son, who took possession of the throne— His unrightful monarchy begun. The usurper planned his father’s death, but in this he did not succeed. Instead a slaughter of 20,000 men, and Absalom’s death was decreed. Absalom met his untimely death, in a very unusal way. Strung up helpless in a tree; free slather for evil men's sway. David was broken-hearted; His rebellious son's death not desired. He'd not have lost his precious Absalom, had such rebellion not been aspired. Absalom, who once sought justice, by taking it into his own hands, eventually plotted against his father, with disloyal citizens at his commands. Absalom’s rebellion started as revenge, and later plotted to usurp the kingdom. God stepped in to permit justice; Absalom's Rebellion received no royal anthem. Copyright © 2009-2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maueenlefanue.com


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Untitled #87 / Outside the Capitol

Outside the Capitol
a young veteran is carrying
a flag, upside-down
and a wheeled coffin containing his friend
harsh words are tossed, and a Patriot
sneaks behind, robbing the deceased of his
combat boots. Fly off!
Ah, but quicker feet! Tackled from behind!
Punches thrown! A fight!
Who is winning?


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The Blue and the Grey

1860, is the date we start
Secession in question, this Slavery art
The Blue and the Grey about to differ
This growing giant about to shiver.

April 12th 1861, inevitably the fire of a gun
Fort Sumter in SC
Was the place in question it happened to be
And alls about to break loose you'll see.

Armies were gathered, families stretched
Leaving their farms, Militia etched
Joining up with strangers and friends
Soon to be on the devils rend.

Emancipation Lincolns thoughts
No more Slaves can be bought
To press this task so they can roam
The Blue and the Grey, at mouths they foam.

Robert E Lee pressed and surged
Until it came to Gettysburg
Pressed back and defeated here
The demise of the South i beg to fear.

The Battle Of Vicksburg
If you were there to tell
Was the Start of End of the Souths rebel
As Sherman marched on to the sea
Confirming the Feds would no longer be.

If you look at the names who fought and died
From various Countries and walks of life
Doctors, Blacksmiths and many a man
Did what was right, the best they can
They stood in lines as they marched a hoot
As they got so close the others would shoot
The pride and passion as they fell, mown down
From many a city, and many a town.

Its many years now, as we bow our heads
Look to the past, as we salute our dead
My America now, from actions to this
Freedom our cry, and happily bliss
My ancestors proud as they should be
Whether Blue or Grey
I thank thee.


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I am Cien....

Every one wants to know what is wrong with me. 

I tell them nothing Im Cien. 

Like I just woke up from an endless dream, 

and at that moment I can see everything, 

What kind a joy will come,  

What kind a hate will come, 

How will I keep my feelings numb? 

All these years and barely having a crumb,  

but to a man with nothing esle in his life 

What a perfect battle for him to fight.

My only fear is to fail you, and 

those who know not what we do,

and so as the battelfied approaches 

and i get a final word from the coaches,

I say to you put me in the game 

I am ready and I now know my name....


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Sadam No More { Alliteration}

                                      Bombs bursting bunkers beds
                                       Sadam suddenly soils shorts
                                       Army Airforce Alies Allegence
                                    Condem Country's Crooked Coward









Send Our Troops Home
               Now


           Go U.S.A.
              Hu Ra


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the darkest days

a day is to come
when the sun will be dark
the moon will be red
time will not move
the oeans lay dead
that day lay soon,
upon the day of no time
upon the day that comes
upon our last day
the ring will be heard.


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Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


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No More War

what's worst than blood lust
the shell shock of another war
what's worst than trust lost
the shell shock of a child lost


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Untitled #268 / Victory

I cannot concentrate on Calculus.
For while my friends are finding derivatives,
I dream of a young girl,
an angel with a dirty face,
her mother raped, her father disappeared
into the desert like a dying sandstorm
her brother, C-4 explosives strapped to his chest,
combusted in the middle of a Baghdad bazaar.
But she, oh she, lets not a tear
slide from her face to the sandy floor
even as strange men barge in,
wearing combat boots, wielding rifles
and chanting,
“victory,
victory,
victory”


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The scenes we left behind remain

Embedded in tormented mind , 
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.


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A Tribute to Our Soldiers

 
Thousands of miles they journeyed to a land filled with burning sands,
To let freedom ring and democracy rule in these foreign lands.

Mostly young men just out of school,
Fighting in a war where there are no rules.

Car bombings and snipers they set the pace,
In this land so full of history of the human race.

This country is the second most talked about place in the Bible we read,
The Garden of Eden was in Iraq, where God created man the starting of our seed.

Iraq had many names and I’ll try to name a few, 
Mesopotamia, The Land of Shinar, and Babylon too.

I just pray that the lives that are lost will someday be justified,
And we fully appreciate their sacrifice and never allow their courage to be denied.

I just pray it soon will end so they can come home again,
But until that day I pray you keep them safe till then.

Just a few days ago the war it ruled the news,
Now it’s Obama and Hilary, it’s a shame they both can’t lose.

I think they should take second stage to the ones who are over there,
It seems to be all about them I wonder if they really care?

Forgive my ramblings but I have heard all these speeches before,
And nothing ever changes, and it’s making me sore.


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Caveman

Evil bearded cave-man,
Eating shrimp and lobster,
Claims to be a messenger of Allah,
But really just a bloody mobster

How many gallons of tears have you brought?
How many shattered lives have you wrought?
Someday we'll get the revenge that we've sought,
You don't F with America and get away for long,
This mighty country is just too strong

So hide in your hole and hope it's deep enough,
When it comes to courage, you ain't got the stuff.


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Displaced

Displaced walking around alienated in this place, is evil a race? 
where am I from, where do I Belong, Is  this land my own?
 Leave me alone, on the borders I shout I Have a PASSPORT
between Israel and Jordan children hanging on their fathers shoulders
waiting to get home or what they call a home, brick walls cannot be found
a big tent refugee status, good grades I wish I had them,
couldn’t achieve  because there is no education facility on site,
UNRWA doing their part education in the well off mind is a start
but what is a start when your stomach is growling no money no ease in a 
sandwich? Easy that only comes once a week if they give it out. don’t forget your 
coupon for that, luxury in toast and a juice pack, waiting in line like a heard of 
animals waiting so your family isn’t famished you try you say  why, must my father 
get shot in the thigh why must I live on and my father die, I see limited light down 
that tunnel . .bouncing off a prism no luck no fortune, light I’ve been told will come 
soon,  potential I dreamt I had that fire that kept my mom alive how now what do I 
do or say but to pray this changes some day. I don’t ask for much just peace is 
enough.. a break a miniscule  amount that’s  enough, my temperature rising my 
patience dissolving awaiting my death and im not talking my grave im talking the 
day my soul dissipates away into the air no hope to spare living in this vacuum of 
life where land family  doesn’t matter twice I just want to feel get rid of this grief 
that reaps and rips at my ducts causing tears of blood to fall in the dust I cant I’ve 
had enough around the corner I see it my death awaits its not physical its 
emotional its hurt its pain oh wait its come im dying away I guess its time for 
another to feel the pain, i pity them its too much to bear I hope the next is stronger 
up their.. in the mind in the heart and all around they’ll make a difference I know 
ive just given up im weak and it’s the truth that projects across in speech in 
words in photos its an expression of mind I no longer have... to scream to yell to 
let out this anger out from inside, whatever  there’s no point it wont transfer into 
your mind into your heart into your wallet.. wallet? Too much pride to ask , my 
family were Hunters, fishers doctors you name it me bend down and ask you for 
favours? Now my mind is gone my pride is gone my agility Is gone now it’s the 
Dirty truth im alienated and robbed of my own soul in my goat hoofs.


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Fields Of Fire

They come from either side,
And there's no place to hide,
Fields of deadly fire,
Not what one would desire...

Bullets wiz past my ears,
My eyes bulging with fears,
Why'd I have to lead the charge,
In stead of refitting in the rear.

Soldiers do as they are told,
Sometimes things that
makes the heart grow cold...
Almost to the summit,
Must keep rolling on,
Till we capture the high ground,
Or until we all are gone.


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"A In Between" 52508

  nice little things~
good little things
that go please
in the light

 bad little things~
wrong little things
that go taking
in the night

 only the righteous~
only the bad
who is left in between

because good little things
can't see with out
a night light

and the bad little things
always go bump in the night

so what a in between to do
but make the devils come
after you

its been fun now
i must go
and hell awaits you
so you must
be on your away
there will be penances to pay

and you may ask
who might i be
and i only can say
a in between

maybe a goodie
not real a baddie
but a pushier of
sins just the same

 and what will my father
do when you reach
your laid out place
why not one little thing
you may your only
little heated fiery place
by
just the little bad things
you do

so ta-ta
i can't say its be fun
but i can say
were your going
you will have lots
of fire to light your way~
and think
of all the little bad things
 you've done~

by:lyricvixen


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On A Day Just Like Today

On a Tuesday,
Identical in date, save year,
Terror flew in,
Bringing the birth of fear...

Lives snuffed out,
in a blinding flash,
Terror arrived,
in a double crash,

Mighty steel bent,
came tumbling down,
So many lives were spent,
Collapsing to the ground...

The earth trembled 
in a low register moan,
The great sleeping tiger,
awoke with anger sewn,

Many years would rattle
With unfed rage,
The mighty tiger,
no more hesitant 
to engage...

Sharpening his claws,
Baring sharp teeth,
Would avenge those
innocents,
Laying deep beneath,
Crumbled dreams,
And many a funeral wreath.




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I Took a Walk

My mind empty as my bank account.
Thoughts and worries squeezed out.
I shuffle along a neighborhood street.
No memories do I secrete.
I stare at my shoes, and the concrete.
No destination my goal.
Mere movement for movement's sake.
There's some rich new embarrassment
Preparing to burst forth
As a puss filled infestation of confusion.

Each day walking gets harder
Each day caring get harder
All my thoughts off key
My whole life out of tune.

Retreat to my bunker.
Viscous guard dogs patrol.
Electric fence of disdain
Surround the outer barbed wire fence

The tall wall next, guarded by fanatical defenders.
In the courtyard, seemingly placed as almost as a joke,
A small olive tree does evoke
The insanity of it all

Down 15 flights of bomb-proof
Armoured stairs, beneath a mountain
of reinforced concrete.
Through sense detectors,
sliding barriers, bullet proof
Barring escaping defectors

Finally to my worn linen throne
Meaningless posters and flags
Draped on a solid wall destined
To be crumbled in defeat...
My regime destined to the
eternal damnation for which
I'd worked so hard.

The shakes come from within,
As well as the bomb blasts above.
I have taken my last walk.
I left my mark upon this world.
One that decades will be required
to erase..