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Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


Details | Haiku | |

Enlightenment Births

 



                                 Reason in season.
                                Philosophers thrive.
                                    Ink flows free.
            


For the contest: Enlightenment 
Sponsored by:- Marvin Celestial 
7th Place


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Fools and Mules

A fool was crowned
And now we`re bound
To serve and please
On hands and knees,
To hate and smile
Each day and mile,
We feel defeat
And kiss his feet.

The foolish kings
Cut off our wings.
Their poisoned knife-
Our foolish life.
And faith`s refuse
Won`t save our muse,
When banned to fly,
She`ll fall and die.

Still time will flow-
Kings come and go.
But teams of mules,
That choose the fools
To be ahead
Alive and dead,
Won`t change a bit
The fate they meet.

They`ll choke on pride,
They`ll run and hide
And in their shells
Pity themselves,
That life was cruel
To have set the rule-
“Do as you`re told,
Silence is gold.”

We pay the price
To hide our vice:
The coward `s role-
To lie and crawl.
And hope someday
Things`ll come our way,
We`ll find the might
To rise and fight.


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


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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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Positive Hypothesis

The most positive hypothesis is:
And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, 
Will draw all men unto me. 
John 12:32 This has been tested 
Through the years,
 And it still stands true.
Will you test the hypothesis
Or still sit around being blue?
 The positive hypothesis is John 12:32.


wrote 9-14-10


Details | I do not know? | |

HomoSexEquality

I breathe to succeed intelligence.

Even I am astonished by my benevolence.

My deep rooted spiritual elegance.

My keen disgrace by prejudice.

How people twist what God really said to us.

How people lust to discover how the Big Bang busts.

What a disgust that we can't even be free to discuss.

The must. The need to be emancipated.

Enough of our situations have been degraded.

We have made it. We've claimed the now to redefine history.

To become part of the evolution that it was written to be.

You see? That's why you refuse, defuse, cause you're confused by me.

Your laws I am to abide, but your laws deny me. Deprive me.

Of the freedom I was born into. Sworn to. I celebrate my independence in July just like you.

We have rights. Rights to the constitution as day is to night. And when we fight.

We do it like a feather floating out of the sky. Clever?

Very, because silence has never been involved in your endeavors. Never.

Strategically beating you like pollen during calm weather. Severed.

Separated from the rest of the world because of difference.

Erased from existence. You haven't said it blatantly, but these were your intentions.

But I still revolt. They can do it to you, but my rights they won't revoke.

I don't hope. Cause they can't deny us what's ours for long, this I know.

They may have control. But we have the power, the knowledge, the will to overthrow.

It's not a show. It's our right to fight, To be HOMO!!


Details | Ballad | |

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


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)


Details | Haiku | |

Environment pollution

We need to control
Environment pollution
By hook or by crook


Details | Haiku | |

Save Earth From Pollution

There are solutions
To save earth from pollution
New resolutions


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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Unite Blue

Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.

Chorus

Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.

(Chorus)

Bridge

United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.


Details | Tanka | |

Air pollution in cities

We should plant more trees
In the cities of the world
Beside the roads
And on the roofs of buildings
To reduce air pollution


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




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I Went to Church Last Sunday

I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a “delicatessen.” A “menu” was served, with a “meal” given. And a “pep talk’” on “how good we’re livin’! We were asked to shake a hand, “and meet a friend.” “But don’t say anything that may offend!” Our comfort was sought after, with “love” in mind! We were taught to be “considerate and kind!” We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A “feel good” message is what he sought! How many “feel good” messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn’t have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God’s power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ’ coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ’ death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn’t mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn’t mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God’s power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


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When the Lavender Returns

As cold as ice
Wrapped round your brain
And darkness unfolds
You’re breathing in pain

It’s been freezing here   
In this Land of Shattered Dreams 
It’s been freezing here 
This corrupted winter stings 

It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
Your body can’t stay warm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)
 It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
This cruel and criminal storm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones

When the lavender returns
It’ll race across the land
Rebel flower grows
In the palm of your free hand

If you look out your window
The ground’s parched and bare
If you call for your lover
She’s no longer there
If you ponder your life
Well, it feels like a wreck
And your failures are scars
You can never forget

As leaves turn brown
Sky fades to grey
You’re feeling the drought
The end of the day

It’s been lonely here
In this World of Fallen Souls
It’s been lonely here
With nowhere left to go

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air 

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones 

When the lavender returns   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll race across the land 	         
(Où est la Lavande?)
Rebel flower grows  			
(Où est la Lavande?)
In the palm of your free hand   	
(Où est la Lavande?)

When the lavender returns    	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll warm your frozen bones   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
Vivid violet clothes  			 
(Où est la Lavande?)
In their candy overtones  		 
(Où est la Lavande?)


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We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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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


Details | Ballad | |

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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Haikus to Iran

In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon

God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say


Details | Epic | |

Standing Up For Immigration Rights

In the United States of America, all immigration laws must be in effect at all times. It's
been like that since the Civil War started and the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. But everybody must accept the fact that the people from different countries,
including India, are becoming citizens of the United States. It seems that some people
don't want them in our country because all foreigners will not just take their jobs or
whatever, but commit crimes everywhere they go, including solicitation or whatever. Well,
the last time everybody had checked, the united States of America was called "the land of
opportunity." Now I, for one, am for immigration rights. Just like these people from
Mexico, Haiti, China, or wherever these people are from, they have rights, just like all
of Americans do. Some people like me should make them feel welcome in our country, but
some them are always judging these foreigners by their religions, faiths, and/or beliefs,
background, or whatever. The ones who have always been hateful towards the people who
aren't U.S. citizens since 2006. And some people are ignorant, selfish, and on top of all
that they're a bunch of hypocrites, just like the Ku Klux Klan who've always wanted all of
us African-Americans to go back to our country called Africa. How stupid is that? Okay,
sure, these people from foreign countries may need to pass background checks in order to
become citizens of the United States of America, but the fact of the matter is that day in
and day out these people, from around the world are God's children, and these people
really need to stop being ignorant and arrogant--for once. If I'm going to stand up for
immigration rights, everybody should stand up for the people from around the world,
including Egypt and Afghanistan. And no matter whether he or she is Muslim, Buddhist, or
Catholic, or whatever, we're all an equal and we are all God's children. God bless
America, and the whole wide world.


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A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!


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The Check is in the Mail

The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by Chuck Keys	

At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds 
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed, 
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide.  God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, 
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud 
Louder and more intense with each breadth 
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, 
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago, 
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out 
Never allowed to be his own, 
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated 
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) 
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

We cry for what was taken but can never be returned 
Not wanting to be raised above or over, 
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail, 
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm is here and now.  
A debt of honor is due, 
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy, 
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, 
The lack of housing and work, 
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm continues with its blinding rage, 
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, 
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Road to Perdition

With the advent of those with devious intent
To serve own greed, a heaven torn apart
A shift into darkness, perpetual, distend
A vendetta, to burn through generations, sparked

Once bound by the seal of love, of empathy
A Cultivation that boasted of intrinsic diversity
This brotherhood that cherished in peace and harmony
Now thirsts for blood, in the name of vanity

Induced upon us, an obstinate ferocity
A misbegotten hunger that fuels our rage
Bequeathed down ages, a curse upon humanity
Blinded of reason, unleashed carnage

We seek serenity in slaughter of our own
And devastate families to satiate our yearns
Our cause, to us, still remains unknown
Yet, the desire to kill, back home returns

Denial to this order is yet to be witnessed
Divided, we fall, do you not understand
The faith, the legacy, and the strength we harness
Whatever the odds, united, we stand

Shall I best through tides and deny the inclined
Or succumb to the norms of the wretched fraternity 
To be a man of purpose, an enlightened mind
Or be a conscript of havoc, doomed for eternity

By Muhammad Hussain Effendi


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LAND OF THE FREE

Look around you;
Is what you see is true.
America my home,
It is 310,452,000 so we’re not alone
The land of the free. 
I thank God, for everything you’ve been so good to me. 
No other place in this world but in this land. 
Can you start with an empty hand, 
And from nothing become something.
Live life to the fullest each and every day. 
We use come together and pray.
From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains
I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain,
For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot.
Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot
The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes.
This might fill our belly’s but does this give us hope.
In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools.
These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do. 
There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope.
Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.






Details | Couplet | |

DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
  



by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Patience

PATIENCE

We hear that patience is a virtue 
Is this true, or simply virtual reality 
When leaders are teaching our youth; 
do as I say, not as I do 
Regression to a version of the American 
truth

Impatience is becoming intolerance 
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance 
In a blind world conforming to violence 
Very few see need for benevolence

Many view crime as way of life 
Government fuels fires, causing strife 
Committing true crime with their lack of 
pride 
Our country torn by those who lied

Promoting bigotry and distaste for the 
unknown
 But these days color and homosexuality 
are lactose free 
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem, 
clearly 
Love is love, embrace the hate 
Hold it tightly until it sees the light

Peace pushed just beyond our reach 
We realize that “hope and change” was 
just a speech 
Wars raging through the land we call 
home 
In God we trust, not this powerful regime

Speak out now with virtuous impatience 
Change is change no matter how small 
the feat
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance 
and grace 
Serve what you stand for, no time left to 
waste


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Rhyme | |

Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Clerihew | |

Gandhi

Mahatma Gandhi
Civil disobedience as modus operandi
The British, oh so superior
Ended up on their right royal posterior!

Diana Dalton
13 Nov 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballad | |

Americans For Fair Elections

Americans For Fair Elections

Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,

We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!

One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,

People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,

No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts 

These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,

We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,

And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,

Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,

So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'

Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

LET US NEVER FORGET

Social injustice and economic inequality 
have always been practiced in our Nation's working industry
Irish need not apply, Hispanics we don't want your kind
and Blacks don't even show your face
this was the typical response to ethnic minorities in America's workplace

nepotism and favoritism were the norm and status quo
as it was not about your knowledge or skill but about who you know
let us never forget the unions and labor laws which evened the playing field
for if it was left up to corporate America economic inequality would never yield

Racism, discrimination and segregation on our Nation's history is a blight
and in spite of all the civil rights laws we still have to fight
for a measure of equal opportunity 
for some respect and a little dignity

let us never forget the Rev. Dr. King Jr., Medgar Evers, Cesar Chavez and Rosa Parks
those who stood up against injustice by igniting a socially conscious spark
they did not back down, they would not back off, they took a moral stance
so that every single human being in this country could have an equal chance

We hold these truths to be self-evident that all citizens shall be treated the same
regardless of race, color, age, gender or how we pronounce your name
and as we celebrate Black History Month let us never forget those who led the fight
in the struggle for social justice, economic equality and basic human rights


Details | Lyric | |

The Undisputed

The Undisputed



 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.


 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf


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


Details | Senryu | |

with patriotic glee

with patriotic 
glee, for love of their country,
all Americans

emptied their accounts,
piggy banks and all, to help
pay their nation's debt


Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bookworm

Words Bound Together Thoughts Formed Between Lines Knowledge To Absorb Learns The Bookworm Wishes Expressed By Letters Ideas For All To Share Building Blocks For Peace Believes The Bookworm Fact or Fiction Penned Expressions of Desire Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled Hunted By The Bookworm


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Clerihew | |

God That Taste Like Rubber

<                                      Mr Thomas Adams
                                        Weaver of the gum  Wham !
                                        Thought his Chicle
                                        Would fit better on my motor ~ cicle






Entry For 
John Freeman's 
Giggle Poetry
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

The Man

Time is a rye, in this ill world of lies
we lead our lives, blinded by the tides
unable to subside our undeniable flaws,
our undeniable selfishness.

The power of one...they say, they say
The power of all, to become one
That'll be the day, i say, i say.

Confusion is instinctive, so fret on it not.
Confusion is fed to us by the higher man
The self-righteous "better" man

This man is no man, but a coward and a thief.
He feeds us fear
The fear that keeps us from standing up and screaming,
"No! No more!"

Indigenous innocence has been stolen
from the rightful hand of the common man.
They will tell you, this you must:
Work, stress, pay
Pay, stress, work.
And you listen, because of the fear.

The fear is fed to us by the higher man,
the greed driven "successful" man.
I have but one question....
when, and how, did the village idiot find the power?
We have made a mistake, my friends.
No mistake is un-fixable though...

Give it time
Give it effort
Give it hope

The power will be given back in good time
To the righteous, peaceful, honest man.

This will be the day.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Stop Now

We want to think everything's all right
We want to say that everything's fine.
We all need to try to see through the night
We all have to search for the Grand Design.

Well it's not always as clear as we'd like it
Doesn't always follow the plan.
Sometimes the match doesn't catch when we strike it
And sometimes there's nobody there in command.

You know how it helps to cling to delusion
You know how that breaks the fall.
But if we persist with attractive illusion
We might not escape this at all.

     Don't stop now - Don't stop believing in us
     Don't stop now - We can't afford to wait 
     Don't stop now - Don't stop believing in us
     Don't stop now - Or it may be too late.

We want everything to stop being so crazy
To just settle down and be cool.
Are we all just too tired, or maybe too lazy,
Is the Human Race gonna play the Fool?

It's not gonna get up and go away
We can't just pretend it's not there.
These troubles we've made have come home to stay
But we can still win if we care.

     Don't stop now - Don't stop believing in us
     Don't stop now - We can't afford to wait
     Don't stop now - Don't stop believing in us
     Don't stop now - Or it may be too late.

Everyone wants a little more money
Everyone wants a little more  time.
Everyone's got some kind of crutch to lean on,
Everyone needs their reason to rhyme.

Everyone wants to live forever
Everyone watches their dreams go by.
Everyone wants to probe the deep end
Everyone want to touch the sky.

Everyone ought to read the writing
Written high upon the wall.
Everyone ought to stop all the fighting
Or grit their teeth before the fall.

     Don't stop now - Don't stop believing in us
     Don't stop now - We can't afford to wait
     Don't stop now - Don't stop believing in us
     Don't stop now - Or it may be too late.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





Details | Verse | |

If

 
If you can keep your head, when calling for a vote, and knowing if you err, it’s all your fault? If you can go for those who vacillate and float when all around are begging you to halt? If you can book your posters on a local hoarding, and never think to cancel – even one? If you can grin all through a studio recording and toss the insults off as so much ‘fun’? If you can smile at Hillary all day, when once she tried to stab you in the back? If you can knock opponents out the way and not respond with cheap and heavy flack? If you can hear the pollsters latest find and then ignore their gloomy downward trend? And even if they urge you change your mind, you keep your principles and do not bend? If you can claim your action’s not for turning, when offered counter choices, now and then? If you can keep your cool when fires are burning, and hold your head up high from lesser men? If you can keep your feet upon the ground, when politics is heading for the cliff? If you can turn the Ship of State around, then I will praise you to the roof – but only IF! ~
With apologies to Rudyard Kipling for Roy Jerden's Competition.


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Free verse | |

Wings of Power

Sometimes it's hard to remember
That greatness comes first from
Something so small and dependent.

Just as the Bald Eagle chick
That hatches so helpless
Must depend upon parents,

So was the growth of our country,
Finding her wings with thirteen
Colonies and a Declaration of Independence.

Boasting freedom to be necessary 
And proper and showing
The world her wings of greatness.

First a poult and then a
Proud parent herself,
Soaring over all the world

Proclaiming that others
Will enjoy freedom,,
While protecting her domain.


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


Details | I do not know? | |

POLITICALLY CORRECT, MORALLY INEPT

America the beautiful, home of the brave,
One Nation under God, marked upon their graves,
Our founding fathers built this land,
“In God We Trust,”  they made their stand.

A nation built with strong convictions,
Free from British Rule,
“I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag,”
Was said in all our schools.

There was a time when we would pray,
After each and every meal,
Cite the Ten Commandments,
Let The Master do His Will!

“HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG,
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF,”
Is sung within our songs.

A New Light shines upon us,
A Fire from down below,
Satan is spreading his political views,
Erasing all that we’ve come to know.

The prayers that once were said in schools,
Became “A Moment of Silence,”
The paddling we received from the Principal’s rule,
Has been replaced by murder and violence.

“SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD,”
Is Exactly what we have done,
Children running amuck and wild,
Shooting parents with their guns.

The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year,
The day in which  our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer,
Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say,
Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…


Details | Ballade | |

1984 has gone

1984 Has Gone.

Nineteen eighty four has gone
But still it's not too late.
George Orwell got the date all wrong
But he recognized our fate.
His words are being acted out
You can see it everywhere.
George Orwell was a prophet man
His truth's at you they stare.

And so we sit, the TV on
As we stare into it's rays.
And the adverts roar so loud and clear
and with our minds they play.
"You must have this, you can't do that
They tell you how to live
And all they think you need to know
Though they haven't much to give.

And everyone be taught to think
Just like the one, the other.
As little bricks they each be formed
But the truth's kept undercover.
And not too many want the truth
Or even think at all.
So me, I turn that TV off
It drives me up the wall.




Details | Prose Poetry | |

WOMAN

Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Rhyme | |

Who to believe

When we silence the noise, of our electric clock 
wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot 
Should we feel shame, for what we have done 
or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun 

millions of people perform this ritual everyday 
Without thought of consequence, just time saved 
Some men, wives and children seek only to survive 
others use time to plunder and destroy all alive 

The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life 
nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife 
Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised 
Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave

dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand
befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man
A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth

The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed 
but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed 
I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed
as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed 

An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land
What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand
Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned
Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand

The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men
Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


Details | Free verse | |

Hero's

some of us are bows
and some are arrows
our purpose in life
maybe confused and narrow
but when we see the path 
before us
and target a world 
that cannot ignore us
when we strike a blow 
for what is right in our eyes
and let the world know
that we will not compremise
fighting for a cause
and willing to die
bows are drawn  
and arrows they fly
but who are the bows
and who are the arrows
he who has a dream 
and dare the world to follow
they who are willing
unafraid of the law
provoked by the wrong
and generations that suffered long
the bows see inequailit
but will not suffer silently
the arrow see's the cause
and has no need for the pause
something must be done 
to right the laws
who will be a hero
a bow or an arrow 
not just zero

( to be continued)


Details | Verse | |

America's Veterens

God bless the man
who made the stand
to keep America free
from the beginning of
America’s history

for over 200 years
our men and women have
stood in harms way
who believed in America
to keep her free

honor and sacrifice are 
just two of the qualities
that reside in the hearts
and minds of our heroes
who ask nothing in return
for them selves 

only to serve, protect and defend
the greatest country in history
where freedom rings though out the land

today is May 31, 2010
we honor all that men and women have done
and all the battles they have won

how many lives have been cut short 
and buried in graves through out the world
knowing that they would never return 
to share in the freedoms they fought for

so I say again God bless the man and woman
who have served 
alive or passed into history

God damm the liberal left traitors in America 
Who sit on their ass hiding in the tall grass
that have no intentions to serve

Dennis H. Davis


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


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 | |

Jesus, Our Stimulus Package

a constanza

When justice suffers miscarriage, and government’s way out of scope, One judge stands firm - Jesus, our hope. Christ speaks with clear, simple language. In mercy and truth, without flaw, “I have come to fulfill God’s law.” One policy shapes His salvage. His righteousness consists thereof – His blood for our sin - perfect love. In Him we gain right of passage, but redemption wants repentance; Christ’s mandate - complete allegiance. Jesus, our stimulus package. Stir us, Worthy Lamb who was slain Desire of Nations, come and reign
the monorhymed stanza When justice suffers miscarriage, Christ speaks with clear, simple language. One policy shapes His salvage. In Him we gain right of passage, Jesus, our stimulus package. 2


Details | Pastoral | |

A MONK'S PRAYER

A MONK’S PRAYER

God, as my creator, has vested great works.  To partake on this journey, I must know that I am worthy and denounce those that state I am not.  I will travel light without any burden.  Iniquity is throughout the universe.  Globally I trek.  My wandering is to inform a greater determination, incite recognition of the Lord Almighty, and bring about worship and praise via supplication.  My hope is justification.  My beliefs are as all.  My mind does not negate other thoughts.  I am an adviser for progression in which I am evolutionary and advance in meditation.  To the Lord, I give my soul.  Amen

User Name; Verlena 
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Pastoral/Religious/Spiritual/Philosophical (Please read About this Poem...)
For: Contest: Impress me with a small poem! (New / Old) 
       Entry Date: February 25, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Lyric | |

her toys are his

He lurks in the evening 
his black polished car 
the driver can say nothing 
he knows this and goes far 
into the very world 
he is so against 
he calls her up at night 
and pays with our expense 
she comes with a bag of toys 
reserved only for the players 
only for the ones 
who can afford to pay her 
and when the morning comes 
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet 
of the night before
he does this every week 
and everything is free 
because he has a pen 
in which he writes it off 
again at our expense 
a hotel stay for business 
is a night of pleasure 
when you are the one 
people call the governor.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Never Use --------- S O P A------- to Wash Out Your Mouth

--------We're not Terrorists----------
------S.O.P.A. wash your own mouth out-----
----------not our Big Brother---------






*if you are not familiar with 
"S.O.P.A." 
and you are ONLINE...Read up...
The lovely U.S. Government plan
 to police our every Internet move...
It is a SICKENING infringement of our rights!!! 
"Get Up, Stand up, Stand Up for your rights!"~Bob Marley


Details | Blank verse | |

Social Organization and Crime

It is only through 
Recognizing the quality 
And significance of 
Human dignity

That society can acknowledge
That crime is undoubtedly
Unnecessary and harmful 
If we are to consider sound 
And rational societal progression

It is in fact 
Not only our responsibility
As humans
But our very nature 
To distinguish between
Intrinsic good and intrinsic evil

It is only through 
Distinguishing between
The two through
Universal laws of nature
That we can in fact
Work together towards 
A common goal
That each and every 
Member of society 
Can benefit from

It is only through 
Acknowledging our capability
To distinguish between 
Right and wrong 
Without relying on 
Wrongful acts committed
For the purpose of enlightenment 
That we can begin 
To heal ourselves 
Of communal moral ills overall

It is only through
This process 
That we can attain
Prudent and structural social progression

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Note*

This is a small segment of a paper I wrote on crime in response to Emile 
Durkheim's "The Rules of Sociological Method" and I decided to use a percentage of 
my main points to poetically express my sentiment on the topic, which is why I did 
not write this in my traditional rhyming scheme. I hope my readers still appreciate 
the intended message.

Camille


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Limerick | |

To Patrick, I thank

When I was just a little boy
Aged seven I had so much joy
In Commander Job I was so fond
He was Ian Fleming's James Bond
A war hero, he's the real McCoy






* When I was seven years old, I had the privilage of staying with
   Patrick Dalzel-Job, feel free to copy and paste his link *

   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Rhyme | |

Who Will STAND UP For Jesus


I've heard of those who say they're "happy and gay." Where are those who proclaim; "Jesus is the only Way?" I've heard of many who discuss creation vs. evolution. Where are those who proclaim Jesus is the solution? I've heard of many who chose an "alternate lifestyle." Where are those...who for Jesus... will go "the extra mile?" There are those who say; "Jesus isn't real!" Where are those who'll confess HIM with a passion and a zeal? There’s so many who sit in their church's pew. Where are those... Whom to Christ… Will say; ‘I LOVE YOU!” There’s too many who are on their way to hell. Where are those who truly love Jesus? Can you tell??? I know of a redeeming savior's mercy and grace. His love has been extended to the human race. Jesus speaks a loving call and merciful plea... He says; "take up your cross and follow me!" Jesus brings true gladness and overflowing joy! This is freely offered to every man, woman, girl and boy! NOW is the day of salvation & the accepted time! Christ can change us! And renew our mind! I know that very soon.. Jesus is coming again! Where are those who desire to be cleansed within? I know that an abundant life is what Jesus will freely give! Where one can find eternal life! And a true meaning to live! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Local strangers

On this journey
I will not come with you.
I will stay here,
sitting on eagle’s stone of Epos.
Wingless but illuminated.

Surveying the tangerine trees of Kampos
and the red stone houses.
The gained ground of my ancestors
that become rosy-hued in the horizon 
from Tsesme  and beyond.

Chewing the mastic from Olympus, 
that gathered by your hands.

Getting drunk 
with Ariousios wine, 
from grapes that stepped by your legs.

I shall stay here.
To give you back your homeland 
that for centuries now 
you walk on as foreigners.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Country Needs God Right Now

Our Country Needs God Right Now!

Across this country, there’s a lot of sin and confusion…
As people are looking 
for the “perfect solution!”

Many laws are being passed of various kinds…
Often as a result of “confused” political minds!

As many in the courts become more delusional…
Over what is and what’s not “constitutional!”

When will all of this chaos and confusion end?
As our country’s crumbling from within!

We need God!  There’s no way of getting around it!
Any kind of moral direction? 
 Many have lost it!

God’s word is more powerful than a double-edged sword!
Refusing HIS way of living… 
 We cannot afford!

Our founding fathers didn’t believe in a God separation!
It’s only him that can bring
 a healing to this nation!

Please, dear Lord, come and touch us with your power!
We all need you in our lives!  This very hour!

Only God’s principles give true purpose and meaning!
This is what his Holy Spirit has been revealing!

Won’t you come now?  And give him your hand?
And ask for his forgiveness to heal this land!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And touch our soul!
Only you and make us complete and whole!

By Jim Pemberton   01/13/14


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Common sense

the crumbled burnt remains of a close distant memory resound in brain fraternally idleness and pain a combination of the insane or going...touched by madness obtained in the faltering state of debaucheries and laborious fails  continual hardship continual pretense continual submission to a unjust pointless 
mission of greed and circumstance already bequeathed upon those who openly benefit from their ancestors vice their soul live on from the benefits of others sacrifice and sacrifices that in kept motion penetrate the foundations of betterment. Of real equality of real justice of real liberty the age old struggle from first chaotic unrest and anarchic uncertainty to the self-justified model which has now unleashed it’s full might upon the unaware descendants of the crushed opponent the age old struggle the age old riddle in time lived through and maintained by those who solicit the rules to us those who  solicit our falls our halls our calls and even our balls the air be next and with it the tax when their common purpose be right for that. The next part of the agenda the next evil tact manipulate  their way of life given by them and given by the gift of strife to stifled our potential to stifled our judgement  to make business hurried away from the natural goal given to us in time immemorial that pure magic truth where have you gone all we are left is hammers, sickles, to tongs replaced and subjugated by a deeper lower light the real glory of mankind faded and becoming more slight less fight less right and more tight a falcon a eagle a lion a bear their claws have strength and so do theirs. So tired so naked and bare hands tied mouth gagged hoodwinked and exposed to poisonous err. 


Details | Free verse | |

Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...


Details | I do not know? | |

fingers doin' rap (in the key of m&m)

A dip fat go-figure
Find some in between finger
Chicken plukin’ t-shirt white boy walkin’
Waitin’ on his gotta go
Ya this be a walk ‘yall Yop ‘bout
D’at be what a daddy don’t talk now ‘bout
Tiny bits ‘bout what he don’t show now
f. . . the guns and the collars can’t colour white or blue
what???
you thought this was modern, ni-gah?
f. . . you wht-blk man
you got only one leg to stand on
and I got you a’lrgiht. . . here
Italian. . . grabbin’
Puerto. . . rican
Whatever there brother. .  your time’s done here
Follow this t – I- - n- - - y bit
Did you finally learn to write “bi-a-ch”?
Take that fat ass MTV you’ve been shoveling up me, and
Scare some other toilet bowls, ass h...ole
What?  You dropped a couple G’s and you got caught on that bad form of long lost 8mm
I feel for you
The dip fat go-figure
Take your time colored finger
Ain’t no collar comin’ lookin’ for me
Ya. . . I’ll give you MTV. .  Much Music too
Ya, you all got all that
But I’m quiet in the ‘hood
We’ve been waiting for you. . . near gah


Details | Haiku | |

The sex-workers

The sex-worker’s woe
Can be eliminated
If we treat them well


Details | Free verse | |

An Eternal Brain Fart

A few will be handed over
For millions washed dirt poor,
Dirt brown, stained like urban
Jungles in Detroit, Memphis, 
And New Orleans.
An Xbox is my ex-wife,
Frivolous and expensive.
Some folks are too thick to set eyes on;
Men are proudly called sons – 
Lads with fettered brains –
Telling again our story – 
Reminiscent of Ebu, Edo, and Kogi 
Wearing iron bangles
And anklets. I found one
By an old stone building. 
I used to savor the “fact” 
That the walls were broken down.
A Playstation is like a train station;
We wait for them to take us back.
If I try to alter our short-comings
We will echo what we’ve heard 
A thousand times: “But …”
What about them, they too are engrossed?
Some must be sacrificed; few are …
Like us


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Not in God's Name

Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, Jew – 

I understand your point of view.

If you can’t mine – well, that’s a shame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Islam means “peace”.  We all want that.

Meet the Quakers.  Be friends and chat.

Buddhist, Hindu – we’re all the same.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Jehovah’s Witness to a Sikh:

Sisters and brothers, let us speak.

It’s not a case of placing blame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

“An ye harm none, do as ye will.”

The Wiccan Rede, we must fulfill.

Let peace on Earth become our aim.

No “holy” war is in God’s name. 


Details | Elegy | |

A comrade like Ben

                                 A Comrade like Ben

A statesman like Mandela diplomatically
suspended the necessary struggle of opposites,
gummed his fragmented land together with reconciliation….
exploiters to exploited , murderers to martyrs
imperialist to invisibled indigenes  
lives in Sandton and councils Bill Clinton
and Naomi Campbell on plush carpets

a sinewy activist, hard as nails, like yourself…
Ben Palmer Louw, always
cajoling
conspiring 
criticizing
organising
uprising
forever
beautiful in your pregnant concern
that freedom , dignity and justice
is tangible and beautiful as black skin, kinky hair
is real when a continent’s wealth is fairly shared
is manifested when the state collapses in selfless deeds

old man Nelson turned ninety and is now a teddy
to those who feared the terrorist at forty.
He no longer speak for himself but for his party 
and the party is a self-serving affair.

Pity your death at thirty-something
when Nelson started talking to his racist oppressors.

For ten years you and your young militant army
punctured holes in the racist ideology, 
marched flames and thunder through townships,
died in your thousands, 
stopping with blood and bones
bullets casted for centuries by the fascist
in black holes of greed and fear.  


“A shame … but subversion is to blame ”
`` the defenders of law and order loudly exclaimed 
“Not good for business”…the moneybags conceded
“ if Soweto bleeds , profit –rates  receeds . ”
“Give black chiefs and compradors the garrotte 
 and stick the small change of capital under their nose  .
 They will throttle the radical noises at the root ”.  

Wounded deeply, your rapid-firing baritone voice
still thundered on battle-fields and in halls,
urging us to destroy mental and wage slavery.
I saw you fight for freedom 
the whole scorching way,
every hour of that long bloody apartheid day…
but one night
you leaped ,
proud black brother of mine,
right into the sky…
fist raised high as heaven with a two-hour smile
whispering re-assuringly “Don’t ever give up, gents…
the harder they come , the harder they fall. 
See… brothers and sisters…revolution is!

In memory and respect to Ben Palmer Louw (1950-1987)a student leader of 1976 soweto insurrection 			





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Cease Fire

The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.

One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!

The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!

To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!

This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!


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The solution to ethnic-cleansing

We are all humans
Irrespective of race
And religion


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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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Communal Tyranny

Attempts at alteration of 
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address

Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit 
And all too often rude

Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being

Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position

I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free

~Camille Rose Castillo 2010


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Paragon Of Excellence

Here stands a fair beauty 
Queen with poise and 
Dignity.
The daughter of an 
Erudite,an erudite herself
One of the three central 
Spoke-persons in the 
Assembly of law-givers.
The defender of the 
Helpless,mother of the 
Motherless. As fearless as 
A lion,who dared the 
Gunners in power,time 
Had she spent in jail, 
Thrown in by the most 
Powerful.
One thought she would 
Cower down,yet more 
Resolute she became.
For stonewalls do not 
Make a prison make.
She still the people's 
Mouthpiece.
Champion of war on 
Gender in-equality,a 
Visionary leader,hope is 
Rekindled-hearts rejoice, 
Tears of joy pour freely as 
She mounts the podium 
Of power.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


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What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


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Sanctity

You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.

My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree

That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.

I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.

Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity

To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.

So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality

And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.


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Hurry Home

My dear,
As I'm lying on your pillow here

I pray for God to watch over you each night
And help guide you through your daily plights

I can hear sounds of wispiring winds
And see through window's pane a mighty stars spin

Just knowing your battling on foreign soil
Over someone else's turmoils

Makes me just love you that much more
But please hurry home hun to finish your own dam choirs

                                          Love 
                                                Kat
                                                Meowwwww LOL



Tribute To Our Troops And Loved Ones
Hurry Home
God Bless U.S.A.

Also Entry For Brian Strand's 
My Dear Contest


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Obama My King

When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose 
As an unfavorable appendage growth 
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule 
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits 
How doth the Kingdom’s  subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or  the widow’s need, 
Will not  the laymen’s  voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!  
A better King! 
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous  King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!


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Gandhiji's Second Coming

Bullets shed blood, but couldn’t kill him.

Truth had lit even the dark nooks.
Waves of Non-violence had swept clean
All the weapons. An earthquake had
Toppled a mighty empire. And he
Was the pivot . Rays of Sacrifice
Had formed rainbows of triumph
In the sky of millions. When he
Had marched to Dhandi, history gave birth
To a new chapter. His vibrant words
Had shaken the distant Africa too.
Finally, he could drop the long longed
Nectar on the tongue tips of Indians
To get his reward with a pistol.

Now,
bereft and cleft by the dark minds
laughing with the white teeth,
our fair lady laments on .
Gandhiji  breaks his spectacles,
holds his stick upside down,
and gets ready to step out
from the frame hanging on the wall
for a Second Coming.



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Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



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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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Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012


My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world


Details | Elegy | |

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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The American Soldier

We are all the colors a Patriot depicts,
the red’s the blues and whites a mix.
We honor the soldier’s creed till death,
protecting our nation with every breath.

Quitting is not an option you’ll see,
for a soldier’s pride and honor succeeds.
A soldier’s mission will always come first,
hungering for freedom with a thriving thirst.

The American Soldier, our warrior of choice,
will serve their people will a victorious voice.
They are comrades in arms, till the very end,
no one left behind, fellow man they’ll tend.

The American Soldier doesn’t accept defeat,
heroically they’ll fight, in the cold and the heat.
They are the guardians of freedom we forget,
the American Soldier does not identify regret.

Our way of life is because of their strength,
for decades they’ve served at every length.
The American Solder conveys honor and pride;
for fallen soldiers, many tears they have cried.

Honor our troops, for freedom is not free –
it’s the American Soldier whose provided liberty.
Take a moment to praise the dedication and pride,
of the American Soldier that never dies…….


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


Details | ABC | |

Riot

the mirrors and glasses can't help but falling
the tough and the mindless can't help but brawling
when earth's soul gapes through the looking glass
only pure spirits can protect it.


Details | I do not know? | |

South Africa salutes Dr Martin Luther King Jr

South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!




They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,

yet you live, you breathe!





They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,

and they failed, as they always will,

for they can never kill,

your dream, your ideals.





Your dream, your ideals,

live, and breathe,


still!









Details | I do not know? | |

HOME OF TYRANNY

Blood of martyrs dried in the plains
Died in the Valley Mountains
Fighting for independence

Injustices felt when migration arise
In the island of pearls
And in the land of promise

People were put in chaos
When their land grabbed out of laws
Immigrants view as dominant foes

Once an oasis of freedom
Is now a doom of ignorance?
When tyranny became lord of the land

People were driven out of their post
Were given just pinch of hope
To live life in woe forth

Oh the never ending story
Of the endless tyranny
Please leave this home happy!

This poem is dedicated to the people of Sulu and Mindanao
Kg. Bahagia, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
5:35- 6:35 pm, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Haiku | |

Child labor

Please stop child labor
Let the poor kids go to school
Please give them stipend


Details | Ballad | |

US Under Alien Stars

Here's to all that put up a good fight. A tough battle of day, so we can all safely sleep  tonight.

Our brother troops on a foreign ground, wide awake with evil all around. 

Outcasts in a bleak lifeless place. Any free time, just trying to picture your face. 

Day falls away, and out comes glimmering stars. Not much else to see here, but broken walls and burned up cars. 

Within many U.S. troops, thrives a common hope. To defeat these psycho groups, is what we all mainly scope. 

Day by day, days drag on. More time here and more friends gone. 

Many wish on these stars in the sky. A common wish to finally say goodbye! 

Some time from now and not too long, mission complete and soon to sing the song. 

These years have come and past. We all have grown very strong, and the bond will always last. 

Next up coming, will be our ride back home. Back with our family and freedom to roam.


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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.






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


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VICTORY TODAY FOR 32BJ: HOW SWEET THE SOUND

It was time for the New York Residential Division contract to be renewed
but the Realty Advisory Board desired the members to get screwed
that wanted the members to give some of their benefits back
but 32BJ leadership stayed focus and on track

so on and on and on the bargaining talks did go
but the union refused to have any give backs nor accept the word no
we don't bend over, we don't back up and we sure as hell don't back down
our President Michael Fishman and his team stood their ground

it came down to the wire and neither side would concede or give in
until we had a rally with 10,000 plus members and called on our political friends
and at the midnight hour the new agreement went into effect
32BJ's leadership got the members exactly what they'd expect

they kept all 10 of their contractual sick days
and no percentage of their healthcare do they have to pay
they will get a raise in all four of the contract's years
and there will be no hiring system on a level that is two-tiered

VICTORY for 32BJ the union that never backs down
VICTORY for the New York Residential Division 
HOW SWEET THE SOUND



Details | Personification | |

Paroxysmal Distortion

You’re prearranged with all those thoughts of dread, rearranged for a propaganda fret. 
You are the few, you are the same, and you have been bought.
 By all who knew just what to say and do, holding change like it’s an enlighten noose. 
Monkeys it’s not the same without a thought 
	Morals distorted as it fills your glass. Pungent as you taste the last, drop of all
who’ve came and all who’ve gone. You watch them as they smile and book. The television
shows of smut. Behind the camera they still cook your bones. 
Stay tuned till this intermission, behind the curtain of rendition. You’ll find them with
the chain that holds your thoughts. 
Now as you vote for change, you shed like a dog who whines to be fed. 
Where’s your politician with his cross. 
	He’s holding all the change you gave. In a box prearranged, rearranged and saved. Just in
case his future comes to a halt. 

So here’s your fortress of solitude, hold it close as you choose. For a mirror imagine of
your thoughts. Hold it closer as you think our fractured structure on the brink. 
It could depend on you to make them fall. 


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Distant Warrior

I get this wondrous chill as night falls
in mountains or desert sand
and I find myself dreaming about
home, my fondest memory
from this far away land.

I miss the special lady who 
stole my heart, my thoughts
and all there is of me;
and I deeply cherish 
our final moments together.

I think about the children 
I left behind, how I miss them 
and pray they’re  fine -
and it’s hard Lord,
it’s so very hard.

It’s times like this that I wonder
why I volunteered and I
get this knot in my stomach -
then I cringe and find myself 
trying to hold back tears.

Soon the battle will begin
when I’ll hear my own heartbeat
through the creepy sounds 
amidst treacherous mountain sides or
drifting sands and whirling winds.

It’s  time spent in worry,
fear, and some regret
as I encounter my fate
in the war so near
and I must admit, I’m scared.

This stench of war, 
the sight of it all,
it’s that awful image
of how I imagined hell
after Lucifer’s fall.

I wonder to myself,
“Does it have to be
that generations of people 
can’t seem to agree 
to the simple concept of peace?”

Soldiers don’t start wars
but they surely fight them,
making all manner of sacrifice
and I doubt that even once
did a soldier ever like them.”

Then I think of  “Old Glory”
and I’m filled with pride.
It’s a warm patriotic feeling
which overcomes me
from deep down inside.

I’m confused, scared
and battle weary.
I worry about those I love
as I cling to my faith  
and pray to God above.

I’m a distant warrior,
an American fighting man;
not an aspiring hero,
but just a simple soldier 
trying to do the best that I can.


Details | I do not know? | |

Usary

Usary

Usary on the poor Maybe leagle
but it aint right


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MANIPULATION INTENTION

preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!


Details | Free verse | |

Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The War for Ambition

Enlist all you anger, enlist all your hate. Produce all your aggression and drive it into
fate. Come my soldiers, come my man and woman storm the gates. Climb their fences with
your swords and souls. Fight for our victory, fight for you right to grow. 

	Have it, it’s in truth, touch-less faceless drowning with tearless rhythm. Breaking cycle
like breaking time. Teach me abrasive art, while I’m learning to be, have it, it’s within
me. Ambition of a madman or mad woman, rise up destroy tall walls. 

Produced be misdirection and the fallacious of a baby’s truth. Armies of all, six hundred
of you all, wake up, grab your feet, wake up seize the defeat. 

Wake up! Give them fear, give oppression as there walls come near. Know that were all
behind you, Know that I am here. Know that you can have it, it’s in truth. Know that you
can have it, it’s within you.

The sky will be behind you, impossible at your knees. Invincible with my words, invisible
to their schemes. They will never know that we’re coming, not in their wildest dreams.


The will is at our fingertips,
Pressurized as far as the eye can see.
The war for ambition now upon us, let’s fight will all means.


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NGERIAN SONNET

Newly adopted toddlers mourN
Indemnity as locus  standI
Gold-crests laG
Event invites the employeE 
Rodeo on the wealthy riveR  
Irrevocable superminI
And the black gold run et ceterA 
Nobles with black gold gains remaiN


Spectacles of other specieS
Opener ramains incognitO
Ne'er-do-well holds the horN
No one remembers the mooN
Expatriate  the extra farE
Teach the gospel momenT


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The future now

I never been
ocular witness
one of the happiest moments
that I dreamed.

I did never taste
the wine of freedom
that I knead in my cellars.

And the river goes down onrush, 
in order to sweep
this litter life.

So here I am
At the bank of Acherons
grin and bear it
as in a bus station.
The system 
is doping me with money.
My friends 
promise me a sunny day.
And I want 
the future now!


Details | Couplet | |

Our Future

Lost and drifting thoughts hang in misty air
fight, do not despair

Life and laughter is what we're all after
though what surrounds often feels like disaster

Search the depths of human suffering 
look past to see there will be buffering

Some say we are enemies with different battle cries
yet our hands reach in unison up into the skies
I see it in our children's eyes

Paths must not diverge, they must converge so we can emerge
Strong, unscathed and alive




Details | Tanka | |

Women and child abuse

We must put an end
To women and child abuse
From our societies
By enforcing stricter laws
And creating awareness 


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


Details | I do not know? | |

Pennsylvania's voting day

Barack Obama is a candidate who I like to promote.
On April the 22nd, he'll need Pennsylvania's votes.
If he wins, he will be a great leader for the USA.
He's a man who won't lead this country astray.

When push comes to shove,
he's a person to be proud of.
He loved his late daddy and his late mama.
I hope that Pennsylvania votes for Obama.


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Altered

Set out with the best intentions,
i decided to cut my ego.


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Diversity Or Perversion


We often hear many talking about "diversity." Seldom does anyone acknowledge... "perversity." What's "right or wrong," has led to much confusion. As our nation idulges in so much perversion. Many don't know which direction they're being led. As many have rejected what God has already said. His divine and holy principles are being "torn apart." We are witnessing a "division of the heart." Our only hope and answer in all of this mess. Is a way of living that is "God-blessed." His blessings in our life is what we need to enjoy. His word in our way of living... We should daily employ. Without a Godly direction... Our nation is "off course." God is our only refuge and defense... Against this "evil force." Now's the time to return to Christ and engage in prayer! His hands will keep you in his tender mercy and care. Though the whole earth crumbles... and it's governments shaken. Jesus remains our bedrock... and our only solid foundation! By Jim Pemberton 05/07/09


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!


Details | Carpe Diem | |

STOP THE INSANITY: It'sTime to Go All In

it's come to our attention and the people need to see
that now is the time to stop this economic inequality
the rich are getting richer while the poor are getting less
but my question is "how did we allow all of this to progress?"

deregulation, less overseeing and smaller government they desire to see
but it's really about keeping the 99% in a state of poverty
it's time to stop the insanity and finally realize 
that a minimum wage job is not much of a prize

now is the time to band together, to unionize and start setting goals
to stop the Right-wingers and Tea Party clan from gaining more control
so let's organize, let's unite, let's work together as one
for there is strength in numbers that's more powerful than a gun
the American dream is being murdered by the 1% elite
it's time to stop the bleeding before economic death is complete

it's time to lead, it's time to fight, it's time to go all in
the battle might be long but we will prevail in the end
it's time to stop the insanity by going all in and taking a stand
so let's lead, unite and unionize every worker in this land


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WE CAN DO MORE: to fight that sin called greed

The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what the average employee earns
but instead of any giving benefits their backs to them are turned
it's the disproportionate dispersion of the profits that the companies make
where the employees get less than 10% and the CEOs get the bigger take
instead of spreading the wealth the situation has gotten worse
the economic divide has gotten wide and the rich get the majority of the purse

The social injustice towards the workers what the companies are now trying to do
is to strip them of what little they have got and not give them what they are due
to take away or reduce their pensions, to cut into or cut off their healthcare
to reduce salaries and cause many to now seek public assistance and welfare
how hard-hearted are those CEOs? how much money is enough?
how selfish are those individuals who want more and more stuff?
how many cars can one drive and how many yachts does one need?
how many houses do you have to acquire to satisfy that sin called greed?
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
if the workers don't unite and put up a fight the labors unions will eventually fall
we can no longer sit back in complacency it's time for 32BJ to now lead
by organizing so that the workforce will no longer financially bleed
we can no longer say I got mines and you need to get yours
it's time for us to unite because together we can do more

we can do more to bring non-union workers in
we can do more by having relationals and making friends
we can do more by spreading the union's ideals and goals
and showing the workers how to organize and thus take control
we can do more to counteract that corporate sin called greed
by becoming more involved and showing others how to succeed
we can do more to make the union movement grow
by taking our fight public so that everyone will know
of the abuse and mistreatment that the workers endure
we can do better and we sure as hell can do more

now it's time for us to practice what we preach
to make a committment as leaders by going out to reach
as many of our co-workers as we possibly can
as we can do more if together we now stand
we can do more to battle that sin called greed
by organizing, uniting and by example to now lead
so step up to the plate and take your position
now ready to stand up and fulfill 32BJ's mission


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Remember September 11th Civil Rights

Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and the entrepreneurship.
911
Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war 
and mobilized troops indeed.
A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich,  the poor, the working, the unemployed… the 
skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, 
but mostly the future of America’s youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for 
some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop.
Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for 
the circle is full and it has closed.
The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great 
symphony from the past  , yet to be numbered because it’s not the last and the people’s 
opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page.
To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally 
and acknowledge your rights. 

Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins



 


 



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Sympathy For The Blind

Darkness may come, may it yet pass
Wars may be upon us, may they not last
Ignorance may blind us, may it not lead
Needless hate may end us, may it not succeed
Doors are opening wide, may we pass through
Leave evil behind, now or never give it it's due
Irrational folly can not be forgiven this time
No more will we not stop to report your crime
God willing, evil will lose, yes... where do I sign?


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Coming Out Of The Closet


Coming Out Of The Closet?

Across this country, there’s more people 
“coming out of the closet.”
Any sense of a Godly direction.  
They’ve seemed to have “lost it.”

Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed…
Often bringing dishonor to God’s holy name.

Perhaps “going back into the closet,” 
is where you need to be.
And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend eternity.

God is still God.  He is righteous but also holy and just.
He asks all to give him our heart.  
Our obedience.  And trust!

Perhaps in the closet .    A time of seeking God should be spent.
A time to have fellowship...   A time to repent.

During this time you can spend with God….  
And HIM alone.
Asking him to bring  peace, 
hope and love into your home.

This closet can give you a “quiet time.”  A time “to be still.”
A time to seek God.  And to do his will.

May you allow your heart, toward HIM
 to be yielded and broken.
And time to meditate on  some of the 
words that he’s spoken.

If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out.
You can tell everyone:  ”Jesus IS what life is about!”

Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within…
As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin!

Spending time with God…  You’ll be glad you did.
His abundance and overcoming life…  He’ll freely give!

God wants to be with you.  By a “divine appointment.”
Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment!

By Jim Pemberton


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Americas Greatness

America’s greatness is not marble or stone
But the soldier who’s willing to stand all alone
Out on their post with weapon in hand
Protecting the people of this great land

America’s greatness wears Army Green
Or the clothes of a sailor, Air Force or Marine
Their background is Asian, Hispanic or Black
Mixed or Caucasian they all have your back

And they’ll take their position and they’ll hold their ground
Protecting your life and all those around
For America’s greatness is not marble or stone
But the soldier who’s ready to lay down his own


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Politics in Bangladesh

Whoever comes to power
Becomes somewhat dictator
They don’t care about people’s demand
It’s a hard fact in my dear motherland

Most of them make black money 
And deposit in foreign banks
But they pretend they are good people 
And the greatest think tanks

They disgrace the political rivals
Even if they are blameless
No matter what; they want to remain in power 
They are so shameless

When a new political party comes to power 
They abandon projects of the previous governments
They change the nameplates of public institutions
They give promotions to their obedient civil servants

They dishonor national heroes
To become heroes themselves
They do more harm than good to the country
They are like some wicked elves

They go for pilgrimage with friends and family
All their costs are met by the poor helpless country

They travel far and wide to walk on red carpet 
And see new places 
The country is not benefitted from it 
In most of the cases

They talk tall like they are doing everything they can
While most of them are nothing but shadows of Satan


Details | Villanelle | |

Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


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Politics in Bangladesh II

Power tends to corrupt
And absolute power corrupts absolutely
This is so true in the political arena of Bangladesh

The ruling party has made the justice department 
And anti-corruption commission a hoax
They forgive the criminals on political grounds
And withdraw all corruption charges against themselves
By hook or by crook

Politicization is taking place in every sphere of the country
Votes are being bought and sold like commodities
In competitive markets
The criminals are becoming leaders
Because of their black market money and liaisons
The mouth of the civil society are being gagged
By large amount of hush money

People who are trying to eliminate poverty from the country
Are being called bloodsuckers by the so-called patriots
Whereas the real bloodsuckers are in disguise 
Of the heroes and heroines


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OLD GLORY

Flying high and
waving proudly;
perched atop
a silver orifice
the magnificent
and beautiful
flag of honor -
Old Glory,
smiles upon
a grateful nation
with resplendent 
dignity and distinction.


Details | I do not know? | |

A light to your misguided path

(So contradicting)
Yet un purposely...
I'm seeking what's already been found,
for reasons unknown.
I control myself, 
but myself controls me.
Is there reason?
Meaning?

(Constantly seeking)
What am I looking for?
The big picture, the grand scheme.
So if I found the answer today,
would you care anyway?

(Distrust)
Well deserved

(So contradicting)
Unconciously confusing
everything and everyone

A mind in line with divinity
is a mind deemed insane in society.
A society deemed normal
is a society easily corruptible.
And they will always find a way
to get their money.

(Distrust)
Well deserved!
You have been misled,
misinformed,
conformed,
and whored to the businesses.

(Disgust)
Love overcomes corruption
So what are you waiting for?
(Follow me...)


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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 | 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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Living In The City

We take care of the tenants in the buildings where we work everyday
but the owners can't seem to comprehend that we don't make enough pay
as porters, handymen, supers and those who man the front doors
we're just trying to survive in a city which we can no longer afford

We mop their floors, walk their dogs and taxis for them we procure
we fix their sinks, deal with their trash and do so much more
we're not asking for a lot but what they want to give us is a crime
we're just trying to live in the city of which we devote our time

Born and bred New Yorkers or Immigrants from every country
we work hard at our jobs and deserve decent salaries
we came with a contract proposal that was justified and fair
they then came back with some bull s*#t with figures from out of the air

Living in the city in the midst of the struggle and strife
living in the city we're just trying to build a life
doing the best we can with what little we have got
it's now time for the RAB Board to get up off the money pot

Living in the city just raising our families
living in the city with sub par salaries
to the RAB Board we don't want to hear any more of your hype
do the right thing or 32BJ will definitely call a strike


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?


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Is America Leaving God Far Behind


America is being destroyed from perversion within. As it’s people indulge in wickeness and sin. The moral fabric that our country once held so dear. Is now beginning to dissappear. Many judges seek to remove God from our land. Traditional marriage... many don't understand. From the neighbor’s house to the college dorms, Perversion is legal in so many forms. Our money reads: “in God we trust.” Many are addicted to perversion and lust. Nothing of God seems to be sacred anymore. While his judgement draws close to our nation’s door. This so called “freedom” that many have “enjoyed,” Is causing our great country to be destroyed. America must heed the Savior’s call, Only God can give true freedom to all. HIS word is our country’s true foundation. Without him in our lives... we’re doomed as a nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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compassion can be the end

if abuse is the beginning
   compassion can be the end

if borders and separation are the beginning
   unity can be the end

if environmental destruction is the beginning
   green movement can be the end

if exploitation is the beginning
   liberation can be the end

divisions can lead to the whole
wounds can lead to cures.


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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Trailblazer

Allow me the autonomy
Of innovative spirit
Don’t undermine potential
My purpose, don’t inhibit

Don’t hinder my endeavors
Nor interrupt progression
Be mindful of my right
To meaningful expression

Don’t try to nail my wings
Unjustly to the floor
Don’t stifle my ambition
I earnestly implore

Through fiery determination
I’ll pursue my intuition
With acute awareness
I'll inspire new tradition

Though the odds be great
Against what I believe
Through blazing perseverance
The impossible I’ll achieve

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Camille Rose Castillo 2011

In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression. 





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Silence among the many

Silence among the many, comes most when justice is blind
For among the few lies have a weakness, and the weary you will find
If the few turned to many, and the lie be that bold
Then the trust of so many come to all those who were told
The hope that is now, that has breath, that has life
Is impenetrable by any gun, sword, or knife
I pray I keep hope for our few become many
Or our message will only be Silence among the many.


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Global Inequity

Let's acknowledge the reality
Of caustic global inequity
Let's look injustice in the eye
And carefully plot its demise

Let's rise ever trenchant
Unwavering and consistent
Let's lay to rest disparity
For the sake of all humanity 

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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deliver me, deliver us

I have found my voice

at humanity’s eleventh hour

I have found my voice because

I called upon humanity’s wisdom

and asked if I can help to deliver

to you

some units of joy

and lessons of love

so I ask you to hear humanity's inevitable lovesong

ancient

humble

soothing

And deliver me

deliver us

deliver me 

on the days Jefferson spoke of inalienable rights

deliver us into that night of human liberation

when czars were overthrown and utopia envisioned

deliver me on the day Martin had his dream
	
deliver us on the day Paris’ commune became community

deliver me

deliver us

I say deliver me

And deliver us

Because without the us 

there is no me

And without the me 

There is no us

humanity’s struggle

constant argument between

Me

And 

Us

The me and the us

Were at 

Lexington Concord

Gettysburg

St. Petersburg

Stalingrad

Omaha beach

Paris, Prague, and Mexico in 1968

Tianenmen Square in 1989

And Occupy Wall Street 

The me and the us

Are at kitchen table

Deciding whose childhood is spared

The me and the us are at

Parliaments all over the world

Deciding whose life is worthwhile

The me and the us are at the UN

Deciding which nations are worthwhile

The me and the us

History has been about the me and the us

History’s first experiment in liberation

Stalin and world interrupted, still insisting on the me

so I ask you, humanity

I implore you

In the name of so many terrified faces

In the name of so many torture chamber places

I ask you here and now

At humanity’s eleventh hour

brink of armaggedon's world war

to

Deliver me 

And deliver us

Deliver us from humanity's dark night

let the children and future generations breathe

freedom's air

Deliver me

Deliver us

Deliver me

Deliver us.


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Be Creative

BE CREATIVE

Being creative
May be addictive
To think right-
Is less might

Rest your muscle
To pen a puzzle
Let your words scream
Bring to pass a dream

Strike men in the heart
Thrust through them like dart
Make the world reason new
But make those that ponder few

Turn your ink to a print,
Let your lines run a sprint
Form a thoughtful world of track
That their pace may run the track

Make the world innovative
And let their thoughts associative
For the word makes the world
So pen and make it called

That the living-
May reason
And those that read
May lead




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Untitled #161 / We

We shall make our own!


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Diversity

Diversity
I was born out of a number,
Faces defining my world,
and I've always been inclined to cumber
the distress I witness at this berth
against the figure.

Yes, the figure that is and is not,
because I have no culture, no heart, nor home.
I am something light tricks to be, an illusion of diversity,
the colour of your teething bone,
the greatest profanity
being humanity,
I am much less-the unfortunate- the unknown.

Words are nothing without your lips,
and spite can't see without some tongue.
So being human cannot reason
without some puncture to the lung.

If there is a God he is not here,
the reliance of invisibility
is one to me
an unintelligibly cowardliness of fear.
You want the air, to take care of what you said was your own will.
You want new souls to suffer for an ancient bill.
You want me to stand and say I am sorry for something I haven't done,
when you're the one,
who is ticking the times tables incorrectly.

Today will be tomorrow and soon after the great past,
If you don't want history
to be seeded in misery
then you should stand out and make it last.

I was born out of a number,
mathematically spiralled into life,
and so far I still find it a struggle
to understand the joy of waking.

To be born is to be alone,
To live is to be surrounded,
To die is to be free,
but for that you must work first.

And I don't barter with this curse,
if there is nothing- I may as well exist a little first.
But what I can't compose is how I see these faces,
where others separate by numbers, words and races,
I only see one in the mirror:

human.


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I HAD A DREAM THAT OBAMA

I had a dream that one day
One Black African Male American
From the great state of Illinois 
Crossroads of a nation
Bless by the perfect God of creation
Shall take the "Yes we can't"
Make it into "Yes we can, Yes we can"

I had a dream whispered by slaves
Path the trail now in their graves
That Barack Obama
A Chicago Senator
Shall become President, America it is now evident
Yes we can, Yes we can

There was a King
That took us to the mountain top
Now there is a King, who says "Yes we can" non-stop
Did you see the races, the faces
Serenading in joy
Victory for their boy from Illinois 

I had a dream yes he can
Bring justice and equality
Yes he can to opportunity
Yes he can please the old
Yes his rhetoric is good as gold

He said there is no Liberal America
No conservative America
Just the United States of America
Yes he can, yes he can
Barack Obama believes in change

©Copyright November 2008 by Brian Pierre-Alexander 
© All Rights Reserved


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The Power in Peace

To be able to stand up and be thirty feet tall;
shout out and echo from the mountain ranges of chile
to the coast of Japan;
to harm someone without use of brute strength,
but with the power of the words they speak.
And with a single step they shake foundations,
tumbling buildings like the White House,
and the Palace  of Westiminster;
one can finally tell what power is.
Those born to lead are destined;
to destroy,
like a wildfire they spread,
contaminating the wood that's built society,
weakening the support;
to rebuild,
with cunning superiority,
they triumph over the fire,
dousing with a power that comes to few
who don't lead in fear,
but instead take the necessities of those around him
and own them.
And so fires begin,
from the burning hearts of those like
Adolf Hitler and Jim Jones,
which are doused by unity,
a power created to regain balance
when evil runs its course.
And with this unity,
we've created nations, governments
and in rare occasions, Peace.


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THE UNIONS : one for all and all for one

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security

thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand


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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


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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.)


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This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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love, l-o-v-e

I love you

I love me

I love he

I love she

I love they

I love then

I love now

I love before

I love after

I love forever

I love why

I love

I love sky

I love truth

I love floor

I love ground

I love sing

I love happy

I love joy

I love to hate death

I love to hate evil’s employ

I love I love I love

I love to never want to hate

I love to never want to kill

I love to never want to read more stories of anger and despair

I love to see the truth 

     out there

I love to ask why

I love to not want to have to die

I love l-o-v-e

most beautiful word in 

    hist-o-ry

love, l-o-v-e

"what’s that sound

everybody knows whats going down"

love, l-o-v-e

is coming home

to house and home and hearth

and park bench

where homeless man sleeps

night away

having worked his whole life

as a good man

sing out the truth

dear world

falling down

falling down

into ground

dear world

sing out the truth

nevermore

for how many times

do we have to knock on the door

before one percent

hears the cries of truth?

how long will we have to sit here and cry?

I love

i hope that love will win the day

I hope people listen to that word love

l-o-v-e

l-o-v-e

mothers fathers daughters brothers sisters aunts and uncles

evermore

knock on my door

knock on my door

pay me a visit

l-o-v-e

knock on my door

my brother

knock on my door

my sister

knock on my door

knock on my door

pay me a visit

knock on my door

come say hello

knock on my door

knock on my door

knock on my door

and tell me

I love you.


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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


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Theatrics of American Justice

Welcome to system theatrics
An assembly of unjust antics
Where deception is no exception
Where justice meets apprehension

Welcome to a system failing
Its sole focus, rampant jailing
Is there hope for intervention
Or remedy for this convention?

Lady Justice, distressed and wailing
Crying out in constant ailing
Held hostage and kept hidden
She's helpless and overridden

Acknowledging the disparity
And lack of human integrity
Witnessing social disruption
And god-forsaken corruption

Mindful and careful direction
Rightness and moral correction
Is what our system needs
It’s what true justice pleads

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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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 | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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


Details | Limerick | |

I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    


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Prayer for a Soldier

I wish for you encompassing protection, a little extra of Gods attention to follow you 
wherever you roam until you return safely home.

I wish for you peace and love, a special tie from God above to keep you feeling safe 
and warm even in the middle of a storm.

I wish for you true understanding, a secret insight to what he's planning, in this war 
and in your life so you wont be broken by the strife. So you will know what is meant 
to be will be and that you will make it back home safely. 

No one will be able to bring you harm. 

You will return home to your family's arms.

This prayer I send out for you, a soldier who is strong and true, a man of great 
nobility, may you have the strength to BE ALL YOU CAN BE!


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enroute to electoral defeat

I call upon my fellow leaders to know that there can only 
 be one winner in an election,
and the rest contenders risk losing the elections__
Even after losing the elections,you must learn to love one another 
 and live your life as if you were a winner.
I was the commander- in -chief of the armed forces and I could
 have disputed the outcome of elections and endangered the 
 lives of my countrymen__ into a blood civil war.
After losing the elections as an incumbent president,some compatriots 
called me a coward for accepting defeat!
Therefore,I urge my fellow leaders still serving as presidents to emulate
 my decision of accepting defeat and to realise that even after losing 
presidency you wil still live a dignified life.

chipepo lwele
*To Rupiah Banda the former president of the Republic of Zambia.
   Term of office 2008-2011.Long Live Rupiah Bwezani Banda,Long Live Zambia.


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you can't have a security company without having security guards

you can't have a security company without having security guards
for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart
how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings?
how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings?
how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years?
but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears

divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends
it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends
bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours
it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power

we need to come together in cohesiveness
and show them that we won't settle for anything less
to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings
for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing
we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share
for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there


Details | I do not know? | |

Burnt Tongue

I'm so happy that you can yell at everyone
I'm so happy that you can express youself
I'm so happy that this world isn't what you expected
I'm just so parched  that your so high up on your horse

And now I'm mad, now I'm sad, now I just dont understand
Why you care about two people fallin in love
Why you care if I drink or if I do drugs

I just wanna scream into your eyes
Make you realize that what you say isn't always right
Now right and wrong, it's all opinion
Black and white, yes I think they deserve, to be colors too
So how about me and you, is there any truth
You cant change the world with one voice if the tongue is burned

I'm so happy that you can climb a mountain high
I'm so happy that you think its my job to be the wife
Yeah I'm so happy that your such a hypocrit
I'm so grateful for you to tell me lies

And now I'm mad, now I'm sad, now I just dont understand
Why its your job to fix us all
And preach your words to a raging band
Someday you will see 
That there is more than just degree
In this world that we praise peace
Peace is lost in the sea


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I Hate Hoodrats

I hate hoodrats,
To me they are no match.
I hate them with the passion.
I always prayed in the hood,
As a child, that when I got
Grown I would go buck wild
Beating anyone their backend mass,
Because they are low class,
They make sure that the strong,
Black family existence is a thing 
Of the past. I hate their food stamp
Selling, never excelling, treacherous
Trashy tails. They are sell-outs,
Because they let the government
Bail them out and enslave them,
Our men, and beautiful children
They are hindering progress of the future.
I wish that there were sharp-shooters,
That would zap all of them in the back of,
Their red, orange, purple, and blue hair.
They walk around without a care,
In the world. They are lost souls.
Sold out to Satan wrecking the Black nation.
They cause other strong Black women from
The hood that have a little success, a whole
Life of professional distress. I hope one day one
Hoodrat would understand, that they are part
Of Satan’s plan to rob, kill, and destroy, all
Of the little black girls and boys, and most 
Of all killing the men, while causing who to win?
Satan. One day I will get enough Godly strength
To pray for them instead of physically slapping the
Hell out of them. I through prayer will slam Satan’s 
Silliness out of them, but for right now as I work the
Plow and get enough knowhow. Just shame, shame , 
Shame, shame, on all of the hoodrats’ hellified names.



Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and 
needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked." Though this seems to be directed at other 
gods, it is good advice for humans as well. Psalm 82:3-4

Wealth obtained by fraud dwindles, but the one who gathers by labor increases it. Proverbs 
13:11


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A Diamond Within The Gold

 When time becomes of age
As dawn approaches a new days breathe
Where life in existence discovers boldly
The path to coexist.
   To ward off the ashes of old
Of strife and misguided intolerance
America sees itself united
From the taint of racial ignorance.
   Color has not the value of definition
Of a man behind the soul
To each individual has a name
A diamond within the gold.
   The dawn of the age of acceptance 
Of open eyes and open minds
Together to stand in unity
This is America defined.

     ©By: Darren J McMurray
        November 6, 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

How someone like you 
 
and me
 
could ever be
 
this forever free

Never say never

Ever
 
Oh say, can you see
 
this valiant righteous fight
 
of the tiny 13
 
against the giant gorgeous gallant might
 
of the Royal Crown
 

into that last gleaming
 
fluorescent
 
effortlessly seeming
 
twilight 
 
as American soldiers fell
 
and died
 
and their women 

and Lady Liberty

rang the bell
 
and cried
 
screaming
 
and the little ones 
 
so sound asleep
 
nestled in their bed
 
so peacefully dreaming
 
whilst their King 

while their King lay dead
 

Hear his deep voice echo over and over in your head
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
as you lay there
 
missing and yearning
 
teaching and learning
 
freezing and burning
 
and tossing and turning
 
battledrums slow and become tribal
 
Yes, you too, remembers what he said:
 
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible"


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

their story
 
the drumboys rolled
 
out Old Glory
 
My God behold
 
Watch Old Glory
 
so dignified
 
unfold
 
Stars and Stripes 
 
thus signified

an Independence newfound
 

on Sacred, Sacred, Splendid, Sacred, Holy ground
 
Kneeling at ground Zero
 
Never forget
 
My, your, Our forgotten Hero

Ole' Father George pause and take a good look around
 
Ole' Father George steal the stars 
 
just this once

just in between
 
the glare of royal red rockets
 
and hand them to
 
the mighty 13
 
and the red stripes so soaked with blood
 
from our beloved Mother
 
across the pond

Sons no more, oh no, Mother 
 
There isn't any other
 

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

the bright white rays of sunlight
 
into the big bold box of navy blue
 
into starry starry nights
 
Ole' Father George, our hopes ignited
 
Your legs so weary
 
Our dreams excited
 
Thank you, Ole' Father George
 
Thank you, God
 
God Bless These States United




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To My Dad On This Father's Day

Lord, during this Father's day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could...
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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Are We Trying To Get Rid Of God

Are We Trying To Get Rid Of God?

Why is our country trying to remove 
God from “everything?”
Do we think about the consequences this will bring?

Our early fathers looked to him for a “moral direction.”
But now we’re burdened down 
with “political correction.”

When our country’s leaders signed the constitution…
They had no idea this paper would cause so much “confusion.”

As many judges have torn any “moral fabric” all apart…
It’s like they’ve placed a knife into this country’s heart!

Remove God from our buildings and our schools…
“Anything goes” by man’s interpretations and rules!

Take away the ten commandments from our land.
We are quickly drifting into a “spiritual quicksand.”

What are people looking for in this
 life they’ve been given?
No wonder so many are “mixed up” 
in the way they’re livin’!

Once the Bible is removed as this country’s moral guide…
We’ve since gone down a very steep “slippery slide!”

I’m here to tell you that God is our only answer and hope!
He’s the answer to the many on drugs and dope!

He’s the answer to every problem that “ails you.”
He is God!  He is powerful and will never fail you!

He’s the one we must look to in a hopeless situation.
He’s the answer to every person in this great nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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Jesus MUST Be Our Foundation

All across this great nation..… It seems we lack a solid foundation! As God is tossed out of government and schools. It seems like just about anything rules! Even a symbol of a cross seems to offend. “How dare we call God a friend?” Where are the Godly principles this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Not many seem to care anymore. As more ungodliness comes ashore! No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In many lives, there’s no "moral boundary." Many carrying a lot of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! This "moral compass," is God's word!. it’s needed in this nation! It speaks of God’s love and his gift of salvation! If you find life is filled with emptiness, with no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus that you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat! Jesus' grace and love will make you complete! By Jim Pemberton


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Ants Verses Goverments

If only governments and people
would take head of the tiny Ant or Bee
and work together
in harmony
for the good of creatures 
our sacred earth
and humanity.






Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


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My Hero

Everyone has a personal hero,
they look up to and adore.
Firefighters, Police Officers
even comic character galore!

Look at our Doctors and Nurses,
who selflessly save our lives.
Or at the unselfish husbands,
who idolize their beautiful wives.

What of our Social Workers who
help children who are in need.
And our wonderful teachers,
who help our children to succeed.

The world has so many heroes,
all worthy of their title indeed.
My hero is the American Soldier,
who ensures that we all are free.

He doesn’t ask for much, nor does
he require a throne to sit upon.
Just an ounce of true appreciation,
is all he needs to bravely carry on.

My hero will fight for causes that
we as some Americans see wrong.
My hero will go away from home,
to a place where he doesn’t belong.

He doesn’t do this for fame or money,
or for a promotional value to obtain.
He does it for this great nation and
all of us dwelling within this domain.

So you see my hero may not be classy,
or wear a tailored suit for all to see.
My hero is loyal and dedicated so all
of us will remain forever FREE!!!!


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Influence by Christian Cepeda 7th grade

Intoxication.....good or bad?
Not good if you're intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol. My
Future is important to me. Young ones,
Little ones, old ones. The
United States should be drug and alcohol free,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
No one should ever do drugs or become intoxicated.
Change can happen but it starts with you!
Everyone can make a difference.


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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 | 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


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Grandma's Becoming A Republican

Grandma’s Becoming A Republican!

There was something that I was able to hear…
Grandma is going to be a Republican this year!

I remember her talking of the great depression.
Many years that created a lot of tension!

I remember her talking of days gone past.
Wondering how much longer
 our country would last.

I remember her talking of doing many things.
And has experienced 
what life daily brings!

Because of how things have
 been so dramatic.
She decided long ago to be democratic!

Beyond all of the politics and chatter…
She loves God!  And that’s what matters!

We love her dearly!  And it’s been decided…
Everything she needs…  
God has provided!

We congratulate you grandma with your choice!
We say “we love you!” 
With one heart and voice!

Our prayers are with the choice grandma’s givin!!
May God bless her! Each day she’s livin’!

By Jim Pemberton


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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What is the American Dream

I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free America, the place that I heard was the best place to be To live a better life to become better beings To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things The world tells us wealth and power is the number one But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run? What really is the American Dream? Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present? To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?” Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.” To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety No, this isn’t my American Dream The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor, We can never be content with just the objects of this world. True moments of happiness occur between family and friends To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation For this is my American Dream.


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The Flag

I’ve seen it torn and tattered,
Yet proudly it still waves.
I’ve seen it stained and spattered
With the blood of the precious brave.

I mostly see it flying high,
But sometimes it’s flying low,
In memory of those who died
Not so long ago.

I’ve seen it draped upon, 
Someone who served us well.
I wish that I could sing its song,
And all its stories tell.

No matter if it’s old or new,
The majesty’s the same.
Its colors are red, white, and blue.
Old Glory is its name.


Details | Tanka | |

Space exploration

We should go to mars
And all promising planets
To explore and find
Mineral resources
In order to meet our need


Details | I do not know? | |

Trapped

A prisoner of darkness
Was all I could be.
Trapped and alone inside
Along a blackened sea
No one to hold me
To keep me alive
Completely abandoned
No reason to survive.

Then there was a light
Small but getting brighter
It drowned out the darkness
And made me a fighter. . .
Before i'd go with everything
And let them chain me down
Now I start to question them
I start to keep my ground.

Why should I let them stab me?
And see my blood run free
There's a reason that I need to live
To let myself be me.
No one holds me down
Without paying a price.
Why should they anger me
Then expect me to be nice?

I now... Have a beating heart
And a gleam in my eyes
Someone to kiss and hug me
And keep my soul alive.


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WORLD PEACE

to gather all nations,
under one resolution.
to bring peace to one world,
where the society may not deserve it.
ti rise out of the undertow of a violent shadow;
blessings and fruit where it may not fit.
not lacking of freedom,
not lacking of anything.
a world where it does not know how valuable or needed it is.
no more danger of spontaneous violence,
where the light can shine for everyone,
even when the world is trying to drag you down......!!!


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This Fourth Of July


This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a thought.. . Here's why… When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people seem to hate! America! Listen to what this message is about! Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus!... He gives true freedom indeed!. The truth word of God’s . Our country must read! Living for God is worth the cost! Without HIM... America is forever lost! By Jim Pemberton


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The perfect Life

A curse upon the gods to break

How to become an enlightened player 101

something to study and pick apart
A royal Joke of political actors
surrounding one fool
teaching spies
and politicians
how to make global friends
and preachers how to preach

(ever been to the insane asylum?)

The protest against innocence
sold short to drugs and insanity
guns and wars of porn psychology
New age Nuns
Psychobabble witchcraft chant
Haunting the drug lords
as he leads the sphere of influence
to salvation

Diffing to the devil
musical conspiracy solved
Dreams of Jesus
and a masterpiece of the gods


(come on HollyWood!!!
Do It!
Show me!
Tell me!
what's the perfect life?)

The mental patient who isn't crazy
but a metaphor
with a political king's court nightmare
philosophizing psychology
like an originator of thought
keeping no diary
as everyone around him does it for him

do the pieces fit?

protesting drugs and guns?

did anyone get it?
did anyone notice me?
did anyone hear the message?

have i been received?

am i the perfect life?


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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.


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Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus


Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus! It seems like many are influenced by the polls of the day. So many are curious as to what others say. Things that seemed of value, not too many years ago. Have changed the very heart Of this country’s soul. Respect for each other and God has often changed. As the “moral fabric” of this nation is being “rearranged.” A desire to serve God, many feel doesn't belong. Many can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. In spite of what many have tried to achieve. They often don’t really know what they believe. Too often, Godly morals are turned “upside down.” Encouraging a tide of evil, that can easily be found. There’s a lot of heartache happening all over this land. As many are confused and really don’t understand! Our only hope and true solution is God alone! We need to invite him in to our hearts and home! He is what’s needed in the uncertainly ahead. He is our living water and our daily bread! His principles of truth need to be our way of living! His life for our sin and failures, is what he’s giving! Please come Lord Jesus! And accept this invitation! Only you can heal and restore our great nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

To Seek Results We Must First Find Them

We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes. 

Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort?

Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell.

A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well.

Pledging allegiance to a rainbow flag that you won't even help stand.

Its a shame. But no one will say that they are the ones to blame.

They rather look down upon, frown upon. Rather act as if they are above when it's ground level 
we all stand upon.

Have the nerve to denounce flamboyance, but we all are demanding equality.

Disgraceful barrels of arrogant oil is what overflows in the seas of our poor qualities.

You say you want to be able to marry, but you won't even tell someone you have an STD.

Yet you want the lawmakers to believe, that we can conduct ourselves as civil human beings.

I often find myself breaking down to my knees to pray, then left without words to say.

Left in a disarray. For we all need to be saved.

We say politicians are our enemies, but we should start examining within.

Start with yourself, with your surroundings, realize the definition of real friends.

In our community that word makes my soul cringe.

And that should not be. So how do we expect to have the world acknowledge our harmony?

When there is none really there to see.

Before we can get others involved, we have to invoke the power to reconstruct our OWN unity.


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Choose to make a change

The brave is free.
Are we indeed?
Our right to power they try to impede.
An educated man is an unfit slave
His natural rights, will ye not deprave
Remove from my heart all anguish and rage
And the bonds of having been kept in a cage
Take not from us our power and dignity
A man is not a not a man without his liberty
Justice and equality
Social solidarity
Let’s put an end to all the pain and misery
What a calamity
Yet more an insanity
The oppressed and oppressor, both stripped of humanity.
So let’s stand in unity and call for an action.
Not just an obligation,
But individual satisfaction
So therefore we need, not all consult.
As freedom is a choice, and liberty the result 



©RashanaKing2010


Details | Free verse | |

I want to write a great poem

i want to write a great poem

i want to illustrate despair

i want to illustrate terror

i want to illustrate regret

i want to illustrate remorse

i want to illustrate rage

i wan to illustrate ecstasy

i want to write like william carlos williams

and brilliantly describe the eloquent simplicity of a wagon

i want to use brilliant imagery

i want to document the historical greatness of this era

but the immense burden of this time has made my body weary

so i write this poem

not a great poem

not a bad poem

but a good poem

and once again tell the world

that I hope that what i write

can help to some day bring about

vindication

so decent people

won’t have to go through what i did

and feel what i’ve felt

and fully use their talents

for the betterment of humanity

i don’t know

i want to turn frowns into smiles

i want a world where one day

people won’t be scared

children will be fed

love will be the law

peace among all nations and peoples will prevail

and everyone is an artist

so i don’t know

maybe my future socialist twin will be able to write that great poem for me

so here’s to you, my brother

may you ride, ride strong and high

and may victorious humanity be your horse.


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


Details | Senryu | |

A New Day for Egypt

protests for freedom
twitter, facebook, cell phones brought
new day for Egypt


Details | Villanelle | |

"O"

           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
     From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 
 
          We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn             
          Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn

           A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
           Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
           And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 

           Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
           Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise  
           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn 

           With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
            Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn 

    Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne   
            He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs 
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
            And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn


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The Collapse

I must refrain from wearing a mask of depression, Still retain joy in this deep recession. Give America a reason to be, but I must also decree; that if this world goes under, society must not stumble. But in a dark age of oppression, we must rise up, and make the difficult decisions. To keep the world in disposition, to rise up and recondition. In this new world government, we must rebuild. Reconstruct and regain tranquility, rather then passing new bills for these new issues that arrived because of thee. We must amalgamate, to create an environment that is suitable. For the future of the commonwealth, retire these decrepit values, upon which this country was propagated. In order for this earth to burgeon, the earth’s population must reconciliate. Any being, man or women, any race abiding within our communal purlieus. For these reasons I must ask the world to not accept the future, but instead make a change to better it. Hopefully society will never relapse, and cause another fatal collapse.


Details | Free verse | |

darkness into daylight

darkness into daylight

i want to kick the darkness ‘till it bleeds daylight

i want to expose the darkness

that permeates the souls of

passive aggressive fathers and mothers

who live in their own denial

and lay the foundation

for future psychopaths

i want to tear down the cancerous wall of denial

that eats at the soul of our society

and continues to turn the beautiful promise of humanity

into a sick farce.

i want my poetry to go into

psychiatrists offices

jail cells

and bedrooms that resound with deafening sorrow and misery

wish my poetry

could get her to turn the barrel away from her mouth

and believe

get the kid away from the crack pipe

and believe

get humanity to organize

and believe.


Details | Quatrain | |

Voting Day

Wake up, wake up!
Voting Day's here,
Everyone out there
Should be of good cheer;
This is the time
For which we have prayed,
Voters get out there,
Make everything change!

Get up, get up!
Make your voice known
What are you doing 
In bed in your home?
Now it is time to
Change this country's fate;
Get to the polls, 
Don't you be late!

Be swift, be strong!
Give it your best,
Let the American
Founders have rest;
Choose the best women
And choose the best men,
Make use of today,
For it won't come again!

Make use of today;
It won't come again!


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 | Free verse | |

brief letter to a young politician in the making

dear friend,
my fear for you, is that you are filled with a 
fire in your
belly &
that out of anger at seeing the 
bull*****that is going on around you,
you have felt the need for a while
to try & change things for the better---
while this is most certainly an 
admirable trait
for anyone to hold,
the idea that you are limited to the 
channels which the powers that be
offer you on a platter,
is one that if you let it, will inevitably
corrupt you & destroy
all the genuine “goodness,”
if i might be so bold,
which you have inside you---
i speak to you with this in mind
due  to the intimate nature of a personal
friendship, which has spanned a few years,
during which the both of us have shared
many a conversation on
the nature of the world,
the so-called political structure that this
empire wields &
philosophy in general.

there are other ways of using the energy
which you have exemplified to me
personally, a thousand times over---
history has shown you in all the books you 
have read & from the mouths of all those
whom you admire that have never been 
disfigured by the american political process,
that there is a plethora of inspirational 
women & men, who have been committed to
the betterment of our people & the human
species in totality,
that have never even pondered
the aspirations of power that would lead 
someone to offer up their hands
to the bloodying, dirtying &
tying,
which shows itself to be essential
for the climbing of that 
fateful ladder,
here in the belly of the empire.

rather than spend weeks & months
thinking about the most “appropriate”
way to express your concerns about
this world & the country in which you live,
DO SOMETHING NOW---
it’s ok!
nobody is going to hold it against you---
nobody worth anything, that is.

with all the sincerity i can muster,
        -delapruch 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Terrorists

The Muslim terrorists are now across the earth
They want peace prosperity happiness and mirth
Their goal is good but path is wrong
In the misled group they belong
They commit sins in exchange of sins
They mislead even innocent teens
They want to become martyrs 
But they become murderers
They kill guiltless ones in the name of holy war
On Islam’s beautiful face they are like a scar


Details | Free verse | |

within a week

he released the long-form 
of his birth certificate

toured the tornado-stricken south 
with  mayors and governors

flew to NASA  to watch the 
final liftoff of a U. S. space shuttle 

gave U.S. Navy Seals permission 
to conduct a secret national security mission

spoke at a dinner for the
white house correpondents 

watched U.S. special forces 
execute their assignment

informed U.S. citizens that 
the mission was accomplished

sparked patriotic celebrations outside of 
the white house and at a national baseball game 

caused U.S. citizens to chant with pride
at times square and ground  zero

a leading U.S. citizen, 
with a legal birth certificate--the president of the U.S.A.--
touched so many lives
within a week



Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not A Politician

I’m Not A Politician… There’s one thing that I make no pretention. I’m in no way what you’d call a “politician.” I don’t try to get involved in the “politics of the day.” But I do try to listen to what God has to say! I’m not interested in what numbers the polls will bring. I’d rather trust Jesus, who can take care of everything! The good news, is that the bad news is all wrong! My life with Christ, is where I certainly belong! Christ is my hope and focus! I’d rather believe him! I don’t trust what I watch or hear from the news men! In God’s kingdom there are no politics involved! Every problem facing me.. Christ already solved! I want Jesus to be my life’s focus and attention! May the Holy Spirit guide me into a Godly direction! With Jesus in my heart… I’m joyful and glad! I know I’ll never see him in a political ad! He is and will always be the one that I’ll need! He’s not corrupted by wickedness and greed! No matter how you may believe this world will end! Christ will always be the one you trust and depend! You don’t have to wait for a ballot to come to you! Vote for Jesus today! His presence is all around you! There’s no limit to the terms of life he’s giving! He’ll bless you within and give everlasting living! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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 | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | Lyric | |

Caveman

Educated fools make rules that tell you and I what we should or should not do
Rules needed to continue to burry you under the edification of demons
To resurrect menus of abuse from a time of misuse
Just like Stalin and his socialistic science
A super human I mean ape is behind this
The majority wants to blind us letting us use our own binders
Manufacturing an army of one kinders
They say we are weak so they play finders keepers
Leaving man kind to turn into sheepish weepers
Destined to be believers
Enlightenment is no longer enticing us
Instead we just role the dice and cuss
Cause we are man made erected in a cave
Just born yesterday
An ancestral clock ticking no body feels the licking they are getting from there master
No more disaster no more devastation the majority stands on the sidelines awaiting
Blackened lips shoot out spit and all ears perk up to hear
Clear illumination shown in high definition
Wasting a generation still not raping but taking yes taking the tasty suckle youth
Not asking to write this new dictionary of hope
Im not a dignitary but I hold up my post
Not to boast shout outs closed
Putting on my cloak of quotes for awhile
If we off then we off lets go off in style


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my head...you cant be serious.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

For Everything There Is A Season And A Divine Reason

There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



Details | Verse | |

Our Bones Are Of Iron Made

My heart does beat,
Pulse does pulsate,
For Pak-lands,
Oh! Enemies,
Beware!
Our bones are of iron made, 
And bombs are the bodies. 

Whether you challenge 
On the snow clad lofty peaks,
Or in the frosty valleys,
Or on planes of the Punjab,
Or onto the adjoining waters
Of the boundaries,
Or in the thick forests,
Or upon the hot sand, 
We are a nation that cares least
Of life, of wealth or property,
Or of fatal consequences
When our honour is at the stake; 
We pluck out the eyes
When they look with dingy intentions,
Break the jaws that ajar
To devour us.
We promote not turmoil in the world,
We believe in respect of others
And be respected,
We are a nation that writes 
History not in ink or on the sheet of paper,
But in blood on the sacred soil and sand.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


Details | Rhyme | |

You'd Think Living For God Is A Bad Thing


You’d Think Living For God Is A “Bad thing.”

You’d think living for God is a “bad thing.”
Many have tried to remove him from everything!

As millions of lives are on drugs, sex and dope.
It’s no wonder why many have given up hope!

Just when we need God the most...  He’s cast out!
We’re discovering what a 
“Godless society” is all about!

Who are you  going to turn to when you need help the most?
Are you serving the true God? 
 Or chasing a “ghost?”

I don’t care how many courts say he does not belong.
His words are truth.  They’re powerful and STRONG!

He brings help and healing in his arms divine.
He’s still the same God thru the passing of time!

Behold the Glory of the Lord and his righteousness!
It’s only in him that America find true happiness!

Jesus is coming soon in his glory and splendor.
He wants for you to be with him now and forever!

Whatever people say…  God does love you!
He is here right now and wants to be with you!

God...  Not the government is your true supply.
He is Jehovah...  He is El Shaddai!

Won’t you come to him and 
make him your friend?
You’ll find true hope and 
an atonement for sin!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Elegy | |

Against the wind

Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.

Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night 
and knead
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.

"Good morning wind-vane",
to say when morning comes,
"where do the winds blow from today?"
And just like a white horse 
to gallop against the wind.


Details | Free verse | |

Hail To Chile

Not 
Only
A
Poet
A
Diplomat
 A
Political 
Figure
But
Also
A
Nobel
Prize
Winner
For
His
Literature
Ladies
And
Gentlemen
Let's 
Give
A
Big
Applause
For
Mr
Pablo
Neruda


Details | Free verse | |

government of embarrasment

They lie to us to make votes
Feed us with false promises and fake hope
They protect paedophiles and make rape jokes
Most the problems in our country the government create those
You don’t matter unless you want to be a police or fireman
Any wonder I want to leave this environment
I’m 21 so I’m expected to get drunk and chase hoes
But I’ve got too much to say for me to back down and not to speak
We may as well **** for virginity as the government fight a lot for peace
Politicians don’t care if our kids have shoes and socks on feet
They make us send our kids to school
Yet they allow a convicted paedophile with a secret identity to live across the street
They act like he’s a changed man
But when he gets convicted of the same crime
Politicians say my child goes to a private school. At least it ain’t mine
I could get a few years for assault. Paedophiles and rapists get a little over five years
So I can see how women might fear
I’m trying to make sure justice is done right here
Losing is strictly off limits
Feel like Martin Luther King I have a dream
But in mine Pixie lott’s in it
It’s funny cause if I kill in self defence I’m a guilty murderer
Government kill thousands daily yet they’re considered innocent
This country is filled with immigrants
And they will be considered for a job before me
Now that’s what I call robbery
Government say they’re here to stop knife crime
But all they do is blame rappers and the way they write rhymes
I’ve listened to hip-hop since age 10. I’m not drug dealing
I’m not another thug killing
I’ve got no problem putting my name age and where I was born
But why do I need to put my sexuality religion and pointless BS in these forms?
I probably shouldn’t even be saying this but it’s more than opinion and views
this is the truth
The government won’t take an inch of fault
So you need to take what I say with a pinch of salt


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Discriminating Against God


We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; “discrimination.” In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.” And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.” We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we’ve “kicked “ him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, “In God we trust...” Our money bears it! Anything of God? We’re afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It’s time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we’re beginning to be! A country that’s foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope, that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

Time will tell

Why did our fathers’ fence fell
And the fortunes of our motherland thrown into the well?
-Like a veteran midwife with the history of abortions
 We have failed to hatch the golden eggs of our pride and passions.

Why did our laws turn flaws
And charlatans made our charters grow claws?
-Like the bright beam of utopia before reality
Light have failed to go beyond the dark cobweb of our fantasy

Why did our lands turn islands
And the gloomy cloud shielded the truth of reality from our minds?
-Like a plagiarized poem before a forensic expert
Our political spies cannot fathom the faulty tone in our country’s concert.

Why did our sages’ pages fade?
And our green garden grows too thick for the saintly spade?
-Like the termite that is sentenced to die in sawmill
Corruption has glued itself to our land and blown up our bill.

Time! I say time will tell,
One day the snail will not be shielded by its shell
-Like the shadow behind the man that leaves his shelter ,
The belittled bush meat will hunt and catch the hunter.


Details | Haiku | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

hatred's other face

I love you

words spoken

in English Spanish Arabic Tagalog and Swahili

words spoken

by waitress

and by the tycoon

by the wife

and by the mistress

by the executive

and by the seamstress

words you hear

whispered

among those who kill

and among those who are killed

hatreds other face

   destiny

of human race.


Details | I do not know? | |

Michael Nutter Poem

Michael Nutter is Philadelphia’s
Third African American mayor,
His middle name is Anthony but
  Together his name stands for MAN,
  He has two children and a wife,
 That understands that he has to lay people off until he gets a better plan.
Michael Nutter may be the “man”
 But to run a city he needs a lot of hands.
  He ran for councilman and became the   Chairman. 
He went to Wharton business School and learned about the rules.
  He is the mayor of Philadelphia and I think that’s cool.
 He has closed a lot of library and most of the neighborhood pools.
He replaced John Street and hired someone the people couldn’t fool. 
He is the mayor of Philadelphia and he 's always talking about what he wants done to
public schools.
Michael Nutter is the mayor of Philadelphia and he's always on the news.


Details | ABC | |

Ambition

have desire to achieve personal goal
knownly this concept is called Ambition

 take every step to reach his destination
truth was not being considered in ambition

 rise so high to his every personal intention
popular general rule for every amibition

  desire somewhat resembles with aristocracy
democracy doesn"t chase to any ambition

 we would get one day in this world a prefection
aimee thinks ! wrong perception for any ambition


Details | Free verse | |

love is coming home

love is coming home

my internalized right wing psychosis

creates the need to explain

And justify

My 21st century poetry

Technology has made us mad

And psychotic

But driven us together

forced into oneness

Technology is blowing down barriers

Blowing down

Blowing down

Something is calling me

Something telling me

I have something to say

Capitalism’s madness

Striking literary chords

Deep inside

Inner poet

Screaming

Neurotic historian

analyzing

Its best when I let go

Let flow

Explain

Release

Allow this crisis

To sing my song

Sing my song

Sing it sing it sing it

Sing it like billie

Sing it like odetta

Lullaby. So desperately needed

Inner childs calm

This is a time when my poetry is most needed

In “the second great depression” madness

loves horizon coming and calling

Vision clearer than ever

Coming home

Coming home

Love is coming home

News tells me

Faces tell me

Ethos tells me

Everyone tells me

Love is coming home.


Details | Narrative | |

wonder why

i wonder, how thy earth moves
i wonder how, man decides the meaning of marriage 

is it not bound by force, is it not a core of constant acceleration, 9.8 meters per second 
is it bound by the imaginary book of rules, is it not based on core of trust, honesty, love

why shall you stay quiet in front of a lion, but behind, you fight, a fight worthy of an sultan
you lash, and spread as a cobra, but afaced with the "enemy" you are nothing more than a domestic pet!!!!!!!

then in all, my dear sir, shall you answer thy question

why must you decide the fate of marriage

is it wrong, to marry the one you love, besides the boundary of gender 
is it wrong, dear sir, is it 
that you must decide thy fate of marriage
freedom is prosperous, freedom is not limited!!!!   


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mighty Mighty Nation



The Mighty Mighty Nation

I know, Look at her beauty
dwelling among those who love
life itself her radiant beauty
her patience, wisdom, and faith
bind strong the family of God
for she is the love of God
and she lives within his children

and did I hear one say
that we'll travel all things someday
things mighty and the very small
planets and mountains that stretch into the universe
mighty mighty and tall
and for all the places that we will travel and go
we will respect the homes to be given us
by the God of hosts
and learn to watch our tongues, our eyes, and our nose
and to keep the royal laws
and plant seeds for his majesty to water where he will
that his love will find new ground in which to grow
never ending life, power, and wonder
and don't you ever wonder and don't you know
that many of our lives are as living books
in the great library of the one who already knows
so let us all write our stories
unto the glory of his throne


Details | Rhyme | |

This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Game

Rap is quick, witty and fun.

Poetry is smooth, rhythmic and heartfelt.

Rap and poetry had a love child.

A daughter, named Spoken Word.

She grew to maintain the better characteristics of her parents;

From Rap, she took freestyle, freedom, and grass roots movement.

From Poetry, she took imagery, theme, and voice.

Together, all three, as common forms of expression,

spread to every rapper, poet and storyteller in the world.


Details | Quatrain | |

blue bra girl

now captive of the Internet
a junta's brutality is beset
captured for the world to see
the batoned beating of democracy

North East Africa, it can't be claimed
to solely fill this role of shame
but now viral bits are flying 'round
protesting people's being beaten down

women the circumference of the world
are persecuted for their gender's creation
cell cameras will, a new day herald
responsive answers from caring nations

people can be beaten and put down
forced to some savage submission
but what goes 'round comes 'round
violence begets, of its own volition

Mohandas lead too, where many follow
the harder, bloodier road of peace
declarations of change only ring hollow
when silenced by some thought police

© Goode Guy 2011-12-22

http://www.npr.org/blogs/pictureshow/2011/12/21/144098384/the-girl-in-the-blue-bra


Details | I do not know? | |

For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


Details | Free verse | |

So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


Details | Ballad | |

Aquarian Dream I-- The Rebellion

Centuries are unfolded Filled with corruption and lies Where's the change A tyrant has an iron hand But we are the diamonds We appear to be coal darken by ash But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds Ready to strike We are the vein cut open The red, working for the gold Deter the tyrant We can win, Rise up against the guards Fight for our voice Our suffering will not go on You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins So many years of pain So many lies gilded with hope So much death and decay This will not go unheard Deter the tyrant He'll know what it's like to cease to exit Fight for our voice Fight for our freedom There must be a way


Details | Didactic | |

Choice

Now choice was given to all humanity
Our choices can bind or set us free.
Your choice may be different than mine
But, that is what choice is by design
The choices we make have cause and effect
And a choice is made even through neglect

Our lives are altered by each choice
Choice can silence or give us voice.
Albeit it purports to give us options
Yet we are not free of its obligations.
We learn to choose right from wrong
Choice can weaken or make us strong

Some choose life, others to die
Some choose to laugh, others to cry
Some choose heaven, others choose hell
But it is eternal at the toll of the bell
Denying God is a choice for perdition
A choice you make by your own volition.

Some choices are made with deliberation
Others are made with no contemplation.
Some choices earn us praise and respect
While others demand we stand erect
Some see choice only for political debate
Killing our own, they try to adjudicate.

Some choices lead to yet one more
So be careful when you open that door!
When confronted with choice you need to see
There are consequences and personal responsibility
Jesus alone made choices with impeccability
So seek counsel for choices of great immensity

We make choices all through the day
Some of us even choose to pray!
Endowed with choice, ‘tis our God given right
We choose darkness or we can choose light.
Even Jesus made a choice back in Gethsemane
Our salvation was bought by His agony

Choice is more than a word we use each day
It is an action with consequences to pay.
I tell you the truth, I hope you can see
Choice is a word of personal responsibility!
You made a choice to read this verse
I hope it made you think and not to curse!

By: Ex-Rea
© 10/19/07


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The Meaning of the Bell

It is five a.m. in Philly....I couldn’t sleep.
A trip to the bath room.
Then back to the hotel bed.
Then back up to write.

Awake forever, I had lain pondering
the Old Cracked Bell Down the Street,
and how it must be straining to ring again....
Hanging in its shrine...
hoards of passers through...
just to see, maybe touch and marvel at
the symbol of Freedom.

I was there maybe an hour
waiting on another tour.
Musing about the thoughts 
running through my head
and the sounds of So Many Children of Different Lands,
ethnic background and origin.
Were they all American?
I don’t know.
But, their shining faces and interest in the symbol
made me feel good again.

I went into a side room....a movie.
It was looped to run continuously, about every thirty minutes.
The room would hold two hundred people easily.  
Their were seven.
Was no one interested in the story of the bell?
I felt sad again.

Where were all the huddled masses yearning to be free?
Where was the curiosity of the birth of liberty?
Is this all just another side show,
feeding off of the past?
I thought to myself.......
All should be required 
	to watch the movie
		before viewing the bell.
				


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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To Rise or Fall



The rise and fall of my chest

The rise and fall of nations

To rise or fall is our test

This is my contemplation


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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Love's Easy

Were all victims
(and mutual in that way.)
You have to feel for everyone.
We're all hiding something.
A secret
-That no one else has to know-
So don't ask.
Wonder, Don't ponder
Feel my eyes on your soul
And I'll fell yours.
That's really all it takes.
Besides,
What am I but a niche in your life?
And you in mine?


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epistle to barack obama

this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone  

prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin

aware thy missive from an anonymous fellow  and a self anointed scribe
will be carefully screened no matter opinion already cast with nada bribe

personal opinion of this sole american male of two score and nine years
that barack obama possesses that je ne sais quois diplomatic state craft
   despite disparaging broadside starring paris hilton plus britney spears

the land of lincoln candidate exemplifies (to myself) a charismatic charm
in tandem with a relaxed persona and gait akin per a commoner on a farm

that nonchalant easy going affinity speaks nonverbal volumes to this chap
cringes when espying or hearing from opposing challenger whose lips flap
   meaning john mccain whose hidden motives and agenda include his trap
to plant seeds of doubt per un-decided electorate causing lead to get a zap

unknown how trials and tribulations rival democratic senator from  Illinois
will weather local nor global challenges and said solution he might employ
i opt for said captain to steer ship of state and exclaim to drop anchor ahoy

if via cosmic divine intercession the galloping newcomer in this horse race 
ushering biracial as nominal winner televisions would show a beaming face
the political ramifications analogous to betting square outcome on this ace

i gently beg, decry, fulminate counter attack advertisements fast and quick
against those subliminal sly messages that at first blush appear airily slick
and please reach deep in that magic bag resorting to retaliatory artful trick
lest burning from the madding crowd extinguished like jack’s candle wick!





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surreal lovesong

Take away painsong

Let hate be planter of lovesong

Walking down hazy surreal corridors of blue sublime

I let destiny’s hand

Guide my heart.


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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.


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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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The moxie

I can read for days
and write through the hypes

I can age old beer
with emotional nights

I can eat a whole pie
and pray not to die

I can sleep with no sound
just like you hide behind the pound

I can see the wind

I can taste the sky

I can see that I wasn't here first-
because...look! There! That's the real guy! 

I can find a foundation
and prove procreation

But I can't do it alone
I need gyration

So far away from being old, 
from singing songs that get played out by the bowl

...But the apes did there part...
and so did the Nazi's...
and so did the internet...
and so did the moxie...

Becasue real people like jocking
While fake ones like coughing

Needy nights keep popping

while wasted winter is still flopping

while a dead prince is beating and haughty

you are still lieing
and you are still bossing! 

So keep reading the facts, 
keep praying for slack, 
keep wasting precious brain, 
and making another feel insane

come out and mac! 
do it again and again and again and again! 
Be gone in a pack
like micro germs
you discovered my nack.


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Belfast Child

The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race

During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs

Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain

Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved

Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again

 

 

Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group

                              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI



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


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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.


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The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


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untitled

Ten years after the bombing of our land
Still the heart feels so broken
Tears still fall as loud and
painful as the day it happened
so long ago
We must never forget what
happened on September the Eleventh
The world will never be free
of bullies cowards and underminders
The fight for freedom never ends
it is a constant struggle my friend
We must never give up the fight
for independence everywhere sir


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Abandon Pallini

In this place your truths are bleeding.
Athens is here no more.
She travels down a cart-track,
with a useless spare wheel in the trunk.

She named Hyakinthus Apollo
and Apollo Jesus.
She buried the cloud compeller
underneath chapels of Prophet Elias.
And chapels of Prophet Elias
underneath TV antennae.
 
And it is five past ten in the morning.
Eilithyia descends Parnitha,
bearing an arm of death flowers.

Smell the wind.
Listen to the birds of Teiresias.
This morning carries a strange message for you.
The dream is a broken glass in your stomach.
How can you live without its glow?
And how can you put it back together again?
You shall bleed in any case.
 
Lean towards the earth.
Wash away your vows at Styx.
And just like Alkyoneas,
abandon Pallini.


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History repeating itself Inspired by jesus to save Iraq

Look at the bible
it was written as a rock thrown to the future
in case history repeated itself
and there was yet another religious war

here it is
in our presence
bullets and bombs
and enemies who have no reason to hate

send someone in there with a plan to slide
some signs
to get the women and children out of the arena of death
known as their village
that is under attack by evil
a satanic massacr of men hypnotised by demons

send someone in there
to lead them out
a stage an act a subtle plan of candle in the window 
church bells
and bakeries closing for the food for the road
for even jesus fed his followers a crumb a day

dont fall into that trap
plan and plan

history has repeated itself
jesus saw it
threw a rock into the future and is trying to tell us
we have to work together
get the innocent out
turn the war zone nightmare into a ghost town
and lead the refuges of the nightmare somewhere else

was no one listening to the gospel
the chines 
the indian
the jewish the german
all the bibles have prophecies to help mankind in the future
right now its english
put your plans in action instead of watching the innocent suffer
where is the love
 atree has a price
think of lumber and paper
a bird cost to catch it and put it in a zoo 
a human life is priceless

learn from jesus
lead them 
like a thief in the night
out of the nightmare
with a subtle plan when history repeats itself
and turn the nightmare to a ghost town
nothing more to fight over
an dthen the next religion can shine


Details | I do not know? | |

Old Sof'town

Old Sof'town*

1.

In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof'town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof'town,
the fires of resistance raged,

'we will not move' was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof'town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof'town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof'town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name.

2.

In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof'town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof'town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.


* Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.



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GALILEO'S QUEST FOR RECOGNITION

Galileo made his elegant telescope with wood,
to discover Jupiter's moons, which were four in all;
and he saw with amazement what we see today.
Galileo's creativity and intellect changed
the definition of science and expanded its scope;
and his touch of genius intrigued even a curious Pope.
Never before was Man able to gaze at the wonders 
of the unreachable Heavens with the naked eyes...
he allowed us to admire them and praise them eloquently.
And with the superb creation of his Galilean lenses, he shortened
the distance of the galaxies, planets and dippers that had existed
even before civilizations claimed dominion over the earth's rough terrains.
I would have ensued the same cause that motivated young Galileo to choose
a path encroached with many risks and trails, and be the bearer of change;
powerful war machine he invented when the city of Florence was constantly under siege.
He defended the Copernican Theory and was found guilty of heresy,  
and while on trial, his innocence gave him more audacity...
that everything he had created, would have honored him with some recognition.



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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


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Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.


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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !

another child is lying in the streets dead
another stray bullet has struck someone in the head
today a mother breaks down and begins to cry
because today one more child has unfortunately died
the youth of today are all about violence and intrusion
running wild causing havoc and confusion
they think having a gun or a knife makes them more of a man
but if they want to prove their manhood why don't they fight hand to hand
too lazy to get up and go out to earn an honest salary
but have the energy to rob hardworking you and me
gang bangers, drug dealers and your garden variety hoods
incapable of being productive or possess positive attitudes 
enough is enough, it's time for us to take control
if you see something, say something, we all play a role
enough is enough, get the weapons away from them
it might be enough to save another child in the end

pedophiles, sexual predators and rapists on the prowl
it's time for all parents to stand up right now
talk to your children and make them aware
that evil can be found everywhere
take an active role in your children's existence
stay on their case and in their face with loving persistence
we have enough youths running around acting like fools
make sure yours get an education and stay in school
many are victims of circumstances and have fallen through the cracks
no one ever encouraged them to stay on the right track
children having children and all we can expect
is a generation raised with no regard for life and no respect
enough is enough, it's up to society
to get away from welfare and jail mentalities
enough is enough, it's time to do something constructive
so the future generation may one day be more productive

in 2007 only 42,000 black youths got college degrees
but over 400,000 got sent to state and federal penitentiaries
what's wrong with this equation? these numbers can't be correct
how did so many young men become social rejects?
uneducated, unemployed, no future and no hope
how do we expect them to now learn to cope?
enough is enough, no child should be left behind
as adults we can't afford to lose any more young minds
enough is enough, let the future generation prevail
and stop thinking the solution to the problem is building more jails
we should be building more schools and learning facilities
and not use our tax dollars mostly for the military
enough is enough, too many youths have lost their lives
maybe it's time that we turn to the Lord Jesus Christ


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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! 


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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 | Monoku | |

The Home Of The Brave { Monoku }

shaven crest eagles flight captivating

banners strewn flags unfurled proudly



Tribute To Freedom

Also entry for 
Brian Strand's Motto -Monoku Form Contest


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Foreordination

Your Word Oh God is our bread
by your prophecy are we led
your Truth Oh Lord shall be our wine
for by these two do our lives define

Though your sins be as scarlet you be made white as snow
when you accept Jesus and his Father come to know
no earthly treasure that exists on earth below
can compare to the riches to his Sons do show

You do with Holy Spirit lead
your servants to those who True Love need
to give understanding to hearts who hear
and knowledge that your King draws near

Your servants on earth do know your will
the veracity of Truth you in them instill
the prophetic Word by life do fulfill
exposed the lie that by death does kill

We are but clay molded by your power
the life we live tis but an hour
you must guide and teach your ways
to live by your Word is endless days

From ages to ages you are our God
with the Truth of Kingdom our feet are shod
like forefathers and prophets your name do laud
We have accepted your will and given our nod

Through the pen of Truth do prophets speak
whose origins humble and nature meek
you chose the weak of the world to confound the wise
to spread the Truth and uncover the lies

You nurture those who seek your face
who know this system you will replace
the gifts of God been given a taste
who know their lives they must not waste

Jesus the firstborn of a new creation
with him the Sons of God rule the nations
the wise virgins have trimmed their lamp
with his seal of approval received his stamp

In the latter rain do Sons and Daughters prophesy
uncover the Truth and reveal the Lie
within your dreams and visions do see
from the past and future what is to be

Joel 2:28-32 1Cor. 1:21-31 2Cor 5:17 
Galatians 5:14-16 Ephesians 1:1-23 
James 5:7-8 1John

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Sonnet | |

Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)


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Restless

The natives are restless because of the economy,
turning to drugs, guns and brutality,
Even a good time makes them uncomfortable,
because beneath it all lies deceptions
and fables,

Restlessness is taking control of a nation,
turning good folks into vagabonds,
The lives that they have nurtured for so long
is going up in smoke before their eyes,
No one in power seems to hear or care about
their desperate cries,

Holding on for one more day,
only leads to more times that are gray,
When will the government heed their 
pleas and heal their discontent?

The natives are restless and harboring
thoughts of ill-intentions,
When will they be heard and given 
honorable mentions......????


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Just For A Moment

Just for a moment close your eyes,

Just for a moment listen to the sounds.

Just for a moment think of the the past,

Just for a moment imagine their rounds.

Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,

all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.

Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,

and all you are listening to are fire works...


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my world

hey I wanna visualize a better way in life,
I wanna see a world with no problems,
But we live in a political world.
Hate that surrounds us,wars break out.
At times I wonder if we can ever escape this
world called hell.
I constantly think about my life and the small details
in my mind.
Now I feel that this world is just a world of money and
power.
so until I see the change in this political world,I won't
stop living in this world.
Its kinda hard to say that people can change.
but this another chapter in life.
I gottah hand it to you,thanks for this crazy ride


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART I

A watchful white Dove 
 
patiently hovers high

slowly, high up above
 
as One 
 
of the forgotten few
 
Look down from the Great Golden 
 
Bird's Eye view

 
sigh sigh sigh
 
try not to cry
 
why why why
 
is there a  teardrop in your Golden eye
 
try try try

 
try not to choke
 
on the clouds
 
or on the smoke
 

Fly on your heartbroken
 
Paternal Wing
 
so tried and true
 
not so fast
 
past the Golden King
 
that we once loved 

that we once knew
 
there falls the red, the white, 

and the beautiful blue
 
teardrop - so long 
 
so long overdue


 
What a worthwhile journey 
 
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
 
Blood-soaked stripes 
 
taint pale me
 
and Americans of all types
 

of all shapes, sizes, and colors
 
and they also paint a colorful you
 
oh yes, you
 
yes, you too!
 
They Are Coming!
 
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue


 
Hear the Golden bagpipes 

Play for us now
 
Songs of a Nation
 
that we cannot replace
 
The Star Spangled Banner
 
God Bless America
 
and Amazing Grace
 
Pray for us now
 


God, George, save our Golden Face
 
Save our Sacred place

On Earth
 
As it is in Heaven

Where dreams renew

Where our Golden Eagle
 
Once so gracefully flew


 
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
 
unsinkable

unreachable heights

 
Through the fears
 
the tears
 
and for over 200 years 
 
of a bloodstained
 
star struck
 

history
 
which is reflected in our 

and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes 
 
yet still remains
 
a mystery


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MEXICO QUERIDO

MEXICO QUERIDO

Mexico querido y lindo…
The beauty of the people
And the land in which they live
Is accentuated by their struggle
To live their lives without bitterness
In a system of unfairness
The land itself cries out for justice
For equality and dignity
Men’s hopes are dashed 
Upon the altar of greed
At the heart of corruption is
Supreme selfishness,
Amassing wealth for 
One’s own pleasures

Still Mexico’s people 
Remain resilient,
Enduring life’s hardships
With steady determination
To enjoy their loved ones
And the land of their forefathers
To dare to believe, 
To hope yet once again
For the sake of their children
For a Mexico querido y lindo 
For everyone

mja


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Conspired

I've grown so Tired of Man's Obsession;
Power, Lust and Greed are Humanities Recession.
We hear of plans for a New World Order,
But it's just an Excuse to build more borders;
For blocking out The Heartfelt, Peaceful People-
To construct more Shopping Malls, Fast Food Chains and Religious Steeples.

They think of Themselves as Powerful and Elite,
But They're just like Us: Flesh-Covered, Breathing Anatomical Meat. 
The Rich control Politicians through Media, blocking out The Spirit World;
Simply because They've grown so compulsively bored-
Of Their Expensive Cars and Underground Pools;
Lavish Homes and Heirs that drool.
With Their Tax-Cuts They control Everything,
Including the Radio Hits Our Children sing.

Our Eyes and Minds need to be Open:
To See the Image They want to finish..
Together We can All decide if that's Truly what WE wish.



Written By:
Emma Lea Mills
02/04/2012


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For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


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Possibilities

close your eyes for just a moment and explore the possibilities, the possibilities of us.

how we could reach a level beyond lust. that we can rope ourselves to mules and be carried 
across deserts.

how we could number the stars and find a reason why we love eachother to match each one.

how we could formulate a plan to feed all the hungry.

how we could bring the world to an ease.

how we could be the media.

how we could deliver every triumph, or the news of every distress.

how I could be the judge, how you could be the jury.

how we could commit a crime, do the time, and still be divine.

how we could create an eclipse. moving positives in front of negatives.

how we could make them glow on earth's surface.

how we could stand united, no matter the purpose.

how we could both be kings or both be queens, or the the Presidents that set all precedents..

 

Just for a moment... Explore the possibilities. the possibilities of us.

how we could sing "going up yonder" on our way to the top, and "lift every voice" when our 
legs threaten to go down.

how we could pick any color to paint the town.

how we could smile and never frown.

how we could conquer global warming.

how we could bring terrorist to justice.

how we could bring Libya and Egypt to peace.

how we could assist in rebuilding our dying economy.

 

Just for a moment.. explore the possibilities.. the possiblities of us.

how we could empower others to have higher self-esteem.

how we could introduce religion to science, then introduce them to politics collectively.

how we could get everyone on one page.

how we could follow eachother in wave length.

in emotion.

in age.

how we could make our history change history.

how we could unlock every mystery.

how we could make all things possible through God and through love.

how we could mislead the misled so they will no longer miss their chance to lead.

how we could make others believe.

how we could give others a reason to, close their eyes for just a moment,

and explore the possibilities....

 

the possibilities of we....


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The Threat On Democracy

The government of the people's 
right, 
soaked in the heart of freedom 
and fairness; 
many for your enthronement did 
fight 
but our rulers age use 
your shadow power to harness.

Where is your true face oh pure 
democracy ?
The lions on the throne has 
painted you black and ash,
human right have been
burried in their court of 
conspiracy
just to fill their pockets with our 
golden cash.

Tell me oh democracy, are you 
this little errand boy
that our princes slaps and 
rubish all day? 
Or are you this catchy caption on 
our campaign billboards 
employed by political spies who 
wants to have their way?

Many still hide under your sacred 
umbrella for political shelter
but the rays of corruption 
and nepotism still spank their 
head,
many still hope and pray to have 
you as their only charter,
but the arrow and spears of our 
political gamblers wants you 
dead.

Many still hide under your sacred 
umbrella for political shelter
But the sun rays of corruption 
and nepotism still spank their 
head,

Panels have been set up to lay 
your foundation
And hands have been shaken at 
the end of it all 
But injustice has build in the 
heart of our rulers mansions;
They kicked your golden seal 
into the ditch as a ball.

Arise oh philanthropist of fair 
governance 
Purge our political system of this 
borrowed sewage
Let's give this invaluable gold of 
governance a chance
For it was bought with the 
blood of heroes and sages

Oh medal of our fathers victory,
 Stare up the golden bones in 
your wings
 And fly into the power house of 
our nation's glory 
That once more our ancient 
solidarity anthem we will sing.

 Oh democracy break out of the 
slavery of these theives 
Your name have they use to 
blindfold us through diplomacy:
Seperate the shadows from the 
sparrows with your fair sieve 
And let our nation be proud of 
your name called democracy .


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I'll Never Be The President


I'll Never Be The President... I have no intentions to be the president... This world is not my eternal residence! I Have no intentions to live in a cathedral.. Nor to engage in what's merely "procedural." I have no intentions of getting too "political..." I don't want to be too "hypocritical." I have no intentions of being "famous" or "admired." This is not my ambition, nor my desire! My intentions I hope are pretty clear... To follow Jesus... Whom I love so dear! My intention is do my very best... To live for Christ. I am so blessed! My intention is to focus on this one goal… To seek after God with all of my soul! My intentions need to be fixed and directed. Following God's word, as I'm daily "corrected." My intention is to focus on Christ with my mind! And to give him my life and my time! Christ' intention is to be my Lord and friend. And to cleanse me from the darkness within! Christ intends to always be faithful and true! He's always there for ME and for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?


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poems in 2012

what are poems in 2012

earth’s population 7 billion

countless self-published online poems

seeming excess

of words

seeming lack

of space

lingering myth

that only the privileged

get a place

but poems

are precious

revelations

of soul

and love

herald the days

try to describe

elicit

exhort

derive

conscribe

proscribe

infer

and reveal.

we poets will write and write!

we will shout from rooftops

or desks

prove to all

that poets are necessary dreamers

in a world struggling

to find its way.


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A Soldier Boy's Flag

Bright curious eyes…
He watches it parade past

With soft morning words…
He promises his faithfulness

Standing straight and tall…
He renews his oath with a salute

With a shoulder slung rifle…
He defends and protects it

Now adorning his casket…
He has given his life for it


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CounterCulture

We are young and try to be, Independent and free.
Got the world beneath our feet, they took our innocence to keep.
These the men of old, who swapped their hearts for shining gold.
Now they try to steal our souls to wrap around their brittle bones.
Locked in chambers made of stone, their children they beg to play alone.
Wrapped up tight in broken ropes, they pray for guns instead of hope.


But we found love, we will thrive, despite the lies that you deny.


And we will end what you begun. Turn our backs onto the sun.
We run through the night fighting for our sacrificial right.
And we howl to the moon, like it is what we were born to do.
And when we hear the gypsy's chant, we stand up tall and dance.
When the sun begins to rise, we bow our heads and close our eyes.
Because we are young and try to be, independent and free.


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Heat

Heat
It is hot! The air above me suffocates, lacking breeze.
This July eve, the heat affects me most.
Tomorrow, I will end one affiliation and begin anew.
The future causes my brow to arch, the heat adding to my discomfort.

This house, my home is large and strong, but may not survive the coming storm.
All before me, I must be willing to cede as a consequence of this nights decisions.
I feel the heat began to crescendo into a fire storm. 

I envision myself appearing at the very gates of Hell.
I finish my dress and put on my coat realizing, soon, this will be my home no longer.
I will be branded a traitor in my native country, a patriot in my new. 

As I sit in the Congress, I am alone if not for Jefferson and my Congressional Secretary. The 
document prepared by Jefferson beckons my signature. I am overcome with emotion as I, 
John Hancock, President of the Congress, slowly, in large bold script, sign The Declaration of 
Independence. 

As I return to my home, I realize this heat will not go away for a long time.
I return to say goodbye.


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For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


Details | Haiku | |

Why The Immigrants Climb the Sharp Blue Fence

          The somber white cats,
Creeping up the sharp blue fence-
                    Their blood thirst- for wealth.


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The Valiant

The valiant advance ahead with grace,
Prefer the death of honour to disgrace,
And they beautify the pages of history,
When waves of tyranny run and race.


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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


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indebted to

the debt crisis started in Greece
with that ancient fact, let us make peace
we are founded after all, after Greek democracy
today's government grown to democratic bureaucracy

so, our debt crisis started in Greece
our numbers much larger, make governance obese
but managing the peace, of home and abroad
does not imply that our democracy is flawed

thinking back, our debt crisis started in Greece
and many allude that we're on the decrease
but crystal balls are more truly opaque
in democracy's future we're indebted to make

our real debt crisis that started in Greece
really none of us want our freedoms to cease
by dictators and theocracies none of us want
or lorded over by some damn crazed commandant

so we're indebted to ancient crisis's of Greece
when people got together and voted for peace
kratos, the "power" and dêmos, the "people"
a far superior government than it's prequel

back before our debt crisis started in Greece
there were slaves and soldiers praying for release
because aristocracies and kings, ruled all things
the only freedoms granted were what death brings

so yes, we are to ancient Greeks, much indebted
for them asking for a better governance vetted
giving each citizen voice, in the governing choice
a way toward a civil society we all can rejoice

© Goode Guy 2012-11-05


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Scientific way of canal digging

The governments should adopt scientific way 
Of canal digging with an eye to 
Solve flood problem, mitigate irrigation crisis
And open up new avenue of fishery.

At first the area where flood water overflow
From the rivers should be pointed out
And nearby barren lands should be identified
Then maps of the required canals can be drawn.

Subsequently the canals should be dug up
From the last points of maps
Which will end at near the mouth of the canals
Then with the aim of joining the canals
With the rivers dynamite should be blasted off.

The government will compensate the people
Whose lands will be acquired for the project. 
 
In this way 
The government will be able to give its people
A great relief and satisfaction.


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Silent Shift

My words a system of defeat
Try to explain what I can’t speak
Absurd to share when we’re alone
My face to a wall, my back to bones

Where selfish pain will pull on strings
How can I stand when I just sink?
When will the world refuse to fade
When reason permits our fear to crave?

All that we love becoming stone
We carve all our pain; pretend unknown
A song so silent, full of death
Spread through the world, ‘til nothing’s left

Yet all these words will slowly turn
Created from nothing, but still they yearn
It’s never absurd to raise our voice
And break through the noise that took our choice

Reflect on all we see within
Mirrored from all that can not sing
Within the world, beyond all time
Reflecting on truth, and the death inside

And shifting silence becomes light
As words spread beyond the veiled night
Above the voice we now hold close
Ourselves and the world become the rose


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Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes


First one
  No gun


Communication is the key


Second asking
   Sun's basking


For no light World would be cold lonely and dark


Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around


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Whats this world coming to

Kids, parents people, their own
minds and feelings felt running through their veins, 
central nervous systems all different in their specific ways, 
and yet no one, not a human to be found, standing up, speaking out
a nation only so strong, a government frail only long as its people don't speak.
yet children, the creations, minds flourishing in new ways, are bound.
bound to social standings, racial discrimination, equality stopped by the formation of
identity, 
economies separating the ones who will one day be this great nation, together, as one,
they say,
and yet no one works together, always fending for themselves, 
laws threatening, and binding the souls that are only trying to do good. you cant walk here
you cant stand there, talk about what you wish but once you mention religion, sex or race
your band from this.


Details | Quatrain | |

democracy

democracy may look to some, to seem
a hell of a way to run a government
can two parties be on the same team?
that it works at all is a wonderment 

what rancor could be made of this?
this would pass for a party plank
be it elephant's or a donkey's to kiss
it's squeaky wheels we have to thank

we engage in rhetoric harsh to prove
our point is the truth or so we say,
so take your firm stance, and move!
be it right or left, the other way

we're gonna block your filly buster!
horse tradin' is 'fer checkin' teeth
uncompromisin' deals pass 'fer muster
some party's purpose is to deceive

our founding fathers, gentlemen all
taught that with good speaking skills
our House divided can not fall?
it's Senate's turn to pass some bills

our leaders are honest ones, with ability
vision for the nations future direction
turn this ship with statesmen's civility
to please citizenry's best cross section

yet with serious tone of impending disaster
if esteemed colleagues should get their say
they speak to press with sound bites faster
to sway opinion polls, today's power play

the whole process makes the thoughtful wonder
about the ability of political men to work
for their point to prove, and pull asunder
national harmony, as we all go berserk

democracy may look to some, to seem
a hell of a way to run a government
two parties can be on the same team,
as compromise doesn't breed discontent

to know political relations are symbiotic
the nature of democracy is a bit chaotic

© Goode Guy 2011-06-24

dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.


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Mesquito

Mesquito

I know God loves us
and so does Jesus the Mesiah
I like to think
that they'd like to stand beside us
but, we turn our backs on them day and night
I wonder how he bares the sight
when he looks down upon you and me
look around at what he sees
we trash the earth and stomp his laws
then many blame him when things go wrong
and what happened to his nation and it's culture?
it scarcely exists outside of his words, prose, and songs
even though it is readily available
in almost everybody's home
no faith and his culture will disapear
so long my love so long
for what purpose will we exist
at war with creations thrown


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Aquarain Dream III- Children of Concordia

Used to be Controlled by a Tyrant of lies Then one day The swift unseen knights Came and stormed all who Deteste the Aquarian Wish Be Free and live long we are the Children of Concordia Nothing shall be in our way Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for trist Will you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors? A people of concord and more than they seem They live in the shadows of an Aquarian Dream A place of Liberty and Harmony Ruled by magic and Lore Deep in the Golden forest of Clarity Filled with enchanting tales Of Immortality and evil’s causalities You can find Eden’s people she said what humans were meant to be Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for TristWill you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors? the safety of your real that could never fall Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for trist Will you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors?


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Conviction

I try to write through bleary eyes,
as tears and thoughts fall.....
On paper.
Thoughts wild and deep
depart my brain and pen
and fall
helter skelter,
onto the paper.
I long to have words, conviction born,
that those who read will think my 
words true and of import.
I long to impress and endear 
those who read
of the urgent need ......
of action.
		


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The Movement

Below the Monument
A ripple stirred in the breeze.
A single wispy hint of discontent.
The whisper of things to come.
Of dissent.
The waters of Democracy moved.
The sleeping giant gathers composure.
Thought and feeling long forgot awaken.
The crack in the old bell strained.
A call to action....
To save our nation.
		


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Commune

Celebrate your differences and commune on what you have in tune

There,s room enough on God,s green Earth

 to feel the Sun or bay the Moon

Enjoy each others delicacies

Take a siesta  sometimes when it,s noon

 Get along with peoples from shore to shore

 'Cause ain,t that what Life is for?


Details | Rhyme | |

Our World

In a place full of technicalities,
And immorality,
Many search for financial immortality,

Few fight feelings of gravity,
Unable to agree with reality,
Another casualty, accepted casually,
Blind faith of causality?

Bad or good,
Yet not so simple,
Sword of shield,
Choice is instrumental,

Black and white, are details,
On track, not derailed,
Subliminal messages make things seem,
But where's the grey area in between?


Details | Lyric | |

Reverse Evolution

Formless connections through our sight
Where dreams manifest, and hearts take flight
Where shadows soundlessly speak truth
We see all that is, in this elder youth

All visions drawn into the sky
The aura of spirit seeking life
The moon a mirror for these souls
We see all that is, looking up at the below

Such fragile fates that we command
Existence is an echo most do not understand
Existing sightless, selfishly
We see nothing beyond our own disease

The darkest poisons so alive
The shards of our mirror falling from the sky
The screaming shadows strangle truth
We see nothing now, because we lack the proof

All visions drawn out in the sand
Strategic advancement to take the land
All love is nullified by hate
Our souls trapped on earth, in this fearful state


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Red, White and Blue

Is the land of the free
What it used to be
In it's current state
Do we wait and see
 
Do we continue to write words
For others to read
Or do we do something about it
And follow our lead
 
For things to be done
Things have to be said
Written down
And the aggrieved fed
 
People should stand
And declare their thoughts
With the promise of truth
For in the past we've been bought
 
The world has changed
From the forefathers time
Politics are different
In this world we find
 
Races are mixed
But we all are affected
It was not by magic
That they were elected
 
If they are voted in
We can vote them out
Gather together
And let your words shout
 
For they work for us
We don't work for them
With the write of a cross
Political condemn
 
The land of the free
Is all around
It is our flag
It is our ground
 
To be elected
Remember where you came from
Be what you were
And continue to be strong
 
For the votes were cast
You have to stay true
Do what you promised
For the Red, White and Blue



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


Details | Lyric | |

Insane Creations

The game commends the shadow of gloom
As it hangs above our quickening doom
Pass the pill that empties our sight
Receive the cure, repeating this life

Our dreams unchained, forgotten too fast
Awake to run, asleep to restart
Define this world, we beg of our screens
To spill the word, as the truth goes unseen

Spread the gold, as money is real
To work and pray for all we can’t feel
The hanging man caressing his noose
His tie in hand; his money his muse

Mechanically the shadow now breeds
Within our hearts, spilling disease
Now those we love can’t stand to touch
The loneliness that has become our crutch

This game hand-made by fear and betrayal
Gone on so long, that it now seems too real
But a world so dark tempts reason to rise
There is a light telling us we’re alive

It’s just a game, none of it truth
Without dead will, the machine can not move
It’s only real as our conscious sedates
It’s only pain, it’s only us and what we create


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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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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I'm So Broke I Can't Pay Attention

Good Golly
     Miss Molly
Lord's Done
        Miracle Spun
Lost Faith
     With Wait

Got Down
  Uttered Sound

Check Arrived
      Came Alive

Uncle Sam
       You  Da Man



Tribute To The
U.S. Postal Service

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's 
Believe In Miracles Contest


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I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


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"The Walk"
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability , a  “ word” that was lost in financial history.
Blame and blasphemy for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.

encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.”  
A “change that we can believe in” is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction by resistance and those individuals who remain in 
social captivity by their  own personal experiences or enthrusted perceptions of “what ought not  
be”.
Prepare the world for  the world is watching and they see “without corruption, and a massive 
scale of discrimination, injustices and judgment as their plea”, they are not happy nor do they 
believe that  they succeed.  
May forgiveness and mercy find it’s place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do 
unto in the sight of he.
People , we call ourselves “we” , do not lose focus, the walk for change remains on our compass 
to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future  history. 
Carrie Love-atkins@copyright 2010
corrected version August 20,2010


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America Without God

America is being destroyed 
from perversion within.
As it’s people indulge
in wickeness and sin. 

The moral fabric that our country
once held so dear.
Is now beginning to dissappear. 

Many judges seek to remove 
God from our land.
Traditional marriage...
 they don't understand. 

From the neighbor’s house 
to the college dorms,
Perversion is legal in so many forms. 

Our money reads: “in God we trust.” 
Many are addicted to
perversion and lust. 

Nothing of God seems to
be sacred anymore.
While his judgement draws
close to our nation’s door. 

This so called “freedom” that
many have “enjoyed,”
Is causing our great country
to be destroyed. 

America must heed the Savior’s call,
Only God can give true freedom to all. 

HIS word is our country’s
true foundation.
Without him in our lives... 
we’re doomed as a nation! 

By Jim Pemberton 
2008



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A Tribute

Quintessence of radiance in the days of utter dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
An advocate with plenteous, bounteous sincerity,
Invincible, feared neither wolf’s howl nor dog’s bark.

Decent in manners, humble and modest in being,
Efficacious in thinking, alert and vigilant in seeing,  
Adhesive to the mission, incarnated embodied truth, 
Zeal and zest packed rider on the steed galloping.

An aspiring figure, to the secured harbour he rowed
Majestically steering the lobbing ship, never bowed,
Malicious he was to none but clang to the just cause,
Undaunted he was and accomplished what he vowed.

Harmonious and integral he was in saying and deed,
Adroit and perfect guide he was in faith and creed,
Manly, steadfast, sagacious he was in his dealings,
Meticulous model he was on the hazy road to lead.

Adept he was who outwitted rivals with great skills,
Dignified who led safely through mounds and hills,
Admonished he the nation about the hidden traps,
Laudable whom pay homage, respect rivers and rills.

Incorruptible, whom from the hearts we all adore, 
Jeopardizing his comforts, he brought us all ashore,
Indulgent, who never beguiled the trusting people,
Nullified he the opponents who succeeded no more.

Navigated, ransacked he the seas at an early age,
Apostle of faith, truth who broke the confining cage,
Humane, humble he was yet he won the homeland,
Muhammad Ali Jinnah written on history’s each page.


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Pollution

Pollution due to
Industrialization
Must be stopped at once.


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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.


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A Nation Born In A Day

A Nation Born In A Day Tribute to 15 May, 1948 – Israel’s Declaration of Independence “7Before she goes into labor, she gives birth; before the pains come upon her, she delivers a son. 8 Who has ever heard of such a thing? Who has ever seen such things? Can a country be born in a day or a nation be brought forth in a moment? Yet no sooner is Zion in labor than she gives birth to her children." Isa 66:7-8 NIV Even before she goes into labor Before the pains begin She gives birth and delivers A nation born to reign No sooner is Zion in labor Than her children come forth Peace and wealth promised Brought to her hearth The Messiah will save her For the Lord is coming with fire His chariots like a whirlwind Provide such victory to admire The Lord will execute judgment Many wicked will be slain The nations will view His glory Israel’s given to fame A nation born in a day Is by God a miracle Never to be repeated Israel to earth the model Born to glorify the Messiah Unlike days in the past Brings forth children of glory Humble and steadfast. Copyright © 2007-2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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I am the antichrist

The music is my power
soo negative dragging you down
two edged sword to remind you
that amidst the happy lyrics
and the wars of this world
we're better off to be strong and remind ourselves we are living a lie
to save us from the nightmare
of the terrorism being a dream come true

Broken homes
negativity
hate
something to fight for
nothing making sense
so sing a happy tune and look at the real world around you
and how lieing to yourself does what

My plan to end the world
I hate you all
I want you all dead
Im a spy from a disatnt land
telling you everything
now help me
scratch my back
bleieve
and stand strong to fight me

Im out meddling for war
looking for all the heros to corner
You dont have to like me
but your better off with me on your side

I'll spe4ak my hate openly
I'll tell you my plan
but doesnt mean thats the one im following

I am the antichrist
the power
the leader of prophets and the false
i plan to fail
set me free
give in
give in to me
Im the worlds best friend by nbeing their truthfull dummy blind enemy

make the protest for peace big
Im building you up for your next war
your only chance is to be informed
and know if you dont take your stand
another and another falls
and i win again over and over

I hate this world
every boy girl woman and child and man
im here to destroy everything
and this is how
i could be telling you the truth
somethoing to think about 
but dont lose sight of me
i could be throwing you off
a nonchalant attempt at defeating myself to get what i came to get
is it over yet?

So egg me on and think i have no control and as the stage goes onrepeat forever
I'll be back to win you over
I hate you too
and loving me is a fear
I am manipulative and deceptive
be strong
dont be led by greed and temptation

Another false prophet catches on to what i'm all about
where im heqading
what im doing and he may be annointed
years of being fed our fears
we were born for this
why are we here?

Heaven is not our home
mans plan
and soo many enemies among ouyr territory haunting our imaginations
lets prove the facts or die trying


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Leading Dummies

We’ve often heard the cliché, 
Blind leading the blind.
We’re not learning about this scenario,
No, no, not this time.
We’re learning a new one,
The dumb leading the dumb.
If these people would listen to,
Or read the directions, 
Not just sometimes,
Everything and all of the followers,
Would be fine.

Oh, but no we have leaders,
Who break all of the rules,
Is no good example who oversees,
Other dummies.
Leaders don’t be dummies ,
Set an example.
Please don’t be the statistical,
Representative sample.

Gain descent values, 
Research all venues,
Throw out selections 
From the same old menus.
Go out, make friends
Of all backgrounds, 
Correct past mistakes,
And be good assistance to others.

Being a leader is not all about wealth.
Keep this advice in mind, 
And everything will be fine.
Don’t settle matters later,
That could have been settled,
Earlier in a better fashion.
If you do right by others,
Things would happen for you,
 as a successful leader.
Yes, better, much better,
Than you could ever imagine.
Leaders this is a serious matter:
Nothing funny.
Take heed so you won’t be, 
A leading dummy.


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Marketing

Fruitful marketing strategy
Is crucial for any industry
And service-provider

Everyone loves beautiful thing
So the packaging of products
Must be eye-catching

Advertisement
Should be in such an way
So that the potential consumers
Are attracted
To the product or service

Quality of the product or service
Should be of international standard
So that it can survive
In the competition
Of open market economy

In this way
An industry or service-provider
Can become successful


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ON THIS DAY: 01.20.09

In 1963 Dr. King gave a speech in Washington D.C.
it was a most stirring address that became a prophecy
he made mention of a dream of an America he had invisioned
one with justice, equality for all and no more racial division

In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill was signed and enacted
that federal law designed to have racism in America impacted
yet the struggle continued and the battle raged on
but God had something coming up on the horizon

In 2004 a man of mixed race decided to take up the cause
a Columbia grad with a Harvard degree who did not stop to pause
based in Illinois he ran for the United States Senate seat
and despite the odds against him the opposition he did beat

In 2007 God move Senator Obama to the next phase
the Spirit compelled him to step up and enter the Presidential race
many thought he was an upstart and by many he was rejected
as he wasn't a part of the early movement and wasn't what they expected
But God will use any kind of man to accomplish His goals
all He requires is an obedient servant who allows Him to be in control

In 2008 the Democratic Primary was a most unpleasant fight
it was not only about gender it became about Black and White
but the youth of today stepped up, joined in and took a stance
and the young Senator from Illinois now had a fighting chance
and after the dust had settled it became a very clear choice
the American people voted and the world heard their voice

that young upstart Senator Barack Obama won the Presidential race
and now the most powerful job in this world belongs to a man with a Black face
but more importantly he's a man who doesn't distinquish himself by his color
he's the President of every American citizen Jews, Gentiles, Sisters and Brothers

It was not a coincidence that on the day he won his party's nomination
it was 45 years to the day that Dr. King addressed the entire nation
it was not a coincidence it was all God's design
that this young intelligent black man would have his season at this time

a people delivered from slavery into the ultimate seat of power
on this day in U.S. history African American's shining hour
to be vindicated and now elevated
to be validated and now celebrated

Oh yes we can for hope has been renewed and restored
Oh yes we can pray that peace will reign again once more
On This Day the Rev. Dr. King's dream become divine
On This Day January 20th in the year 2009
ON THIS DAY


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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


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Old Glory

Seeing the colors of red and blue
And never forgetting the white
This flag is standing high and true
And shows the world why we fight

Allowing no country to bring us down
Or enslave us all in fear
It turns all tears into frowns
And freedom rings in all ears

When in battle, the enemy sees
Waving stars and stripes
We fought on land and on sea
And showed those dogs our might

After every victory
Our flag still tall and proud
We bow our heads quietly
And pray for those in the clouds.


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occupy that

the hippies are right,
because they're being picked,
like junkie scabs.
They smell something foul,
the tamborines and cell phones pulsate
its time for another great push
into the devils face.
Plastic tents and dirty feet
circles of fury in fiery streets....
HEY Old ones, this is no game -
this is a fight to purge poisons from the black lungs of america..
Back into hot pink innocense.
No more politically correct B.S
the nest is burning the hatchlings are jumping
to the concrete 
for better or worse
to build a new nest...
now occupy that!


Details | I do not know? | |

Blame

Slavery is over.
The economy is weak.
We finally got Obama;
But the future still looks bleak.

Who is there to blame?
Watch fingers go everywhere.
Every one grab a mirror...
Stand and Stare.

FATHER already sent his son
to save us once.
But here we are behaving,
with such disgrace and disgust.

Change is a must!

Prayer is required!
You must let go of your wicked ways
in which you have aquired.

Time travels fast;
We were just in our past.
To change to future,
we must take church like class...

Pencils and Pads!

Only tell the seasons by the trees,
is what the bible told me.
Natural disasters, death pain,
homeless, unfed, disease.
Foolish look around;
Don't you see?

But don't become aftraid...
Become heaven made.
Through your belief,
You can be saved.


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indebted to

the debt crisis started in Greece
with that ancient fact, let us make peace
we are founded after all, after Greek democracy
today's government grown to democratic bureaucracy

so, our debt crisis started in Greece
our numbers much larger, make governance obese
but managing the peace, of home and abroad
does not imply that our democracy is flawed

thinking back, our debt crisis started in Greece
and many allude that we're on the decrease
but crystal balls are more truly opaque
in democracy's future we're indebted to make

our real debt crisis that started in Greece
really none of us want our freedoms to cease
by dictators and theocracies none of us want
or lorded over by some damn crazed commandant

so we're indebted to ancient crisis's of Greece
when people got together and voted for peace
kratos, the "power" and dêmos, the "people"
a far superior government than it's prequel

back before our debt crisis started in Greece
there were slaves and soldiers praying for release
because aristocracies and kings, ruled all things
the only freedoms granted were what death brings

so yes, we are to ancient Greeks, much indebted
for them asking for a better governance vetted
giving each citizen voice, in the governing choice
a way toward a civil society we all can rejoice

© Goode Guy 2012-11-05


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Gurkhas - Real Hero's

The Gurkha's, warriors from Nepal
Who fought many battles, where many fell
They gave their lives
To a cause far from home
To protect and serve the British Throne
 
We seem to admit so many immigrant races
Who take the places of many Gurkha faces
These Real Hero's won the Victoria Cross
To fight and serve their British Boss
 
Having served our country, they are sent back home
Some have no house, they can only roam
The campaign for settlement, not a lot to ask
As they fought for us, a quite incredible task.
 
The Second World War and the Falklands too
But not just these two conflicts, but for centuries two
Their are many regiments in armies of this world
Who would be proud to have, these Gurkha's serve
 
Our government act for the people
We vote them in, if there able
Its time they did whats right and just
Gurkha's to be Nationals, its a credible must.


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Gnosis

We seek to wrought with no Desire Detached from all Earthly Pleasures So yearning to know but with what do you hold? That are way is wrong, aren't we all greedy with lust and lustful for power? How can you know what is right When all we Ever Wanted was Wrong? Dreaming a Dream filled with Ignorant Knowledge It is what Tears us Apart When we thought we were Right We were Never so Wrong How can we Know what is Right when the ignorance settled so long ago? Humanity has killed The Divine with Desire Seek to know what is right In your heart For you; 'tis different for all Never agree unless your heart accepts Always seek Find your Personal Logos Be Enlightened Seek the Gnosis


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America, In God We Trust

We will not forget God!
He is in our lives and from sea to sea
He is ever alive in you and in me
He truthfully reigns over everything
We will shout praises and we’ll sing
Let our Liberty ring!  Let our Liberty ring!
We will pledge His great name and ever proclaim
Declaring God lives and we trust in His name!


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No Way To Pay


No way to pay the bills!!

With little money from the job.

By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels.

To be like the flock, the mindless mob.

Awake!!  Oh slave, your labor to rob!



The tables have turned today!!

Working for ourselves, not a job.

We control the amount of our pay!

The rich and powerful chased by the mob.

It will soon be the taxman we'll rob.





Dec. 13,  2011.    English Quintain Contest


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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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Ben Ja Min

on Jan 17th 1706 Benjamin Franklin was born 
became a printers apprentice 
established the first lending library
was known as an uncommom comman man 
that taught self in science and inventions






Benjamin Franklin 1706-1790


Also Entry For Brian Strand's   Vignette
A Literary Love Affair Contest
         GL All


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This Fourth Of July

This 4th Of July

To my fellow Americans, 
during this 4th of July.
I have a question. Here's why;

When we salute our flag
 ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
 is sinking in "quicksand."

This is because.  From God...  
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
 and an "immorality force  ."

Our ungodly government
 continues to rule.
Anything of God has been 
removed from the school.

We hear of  "separation of 
church and state."
Anything of God...  
Many people do hate!

America!  Listen to what 
this message is about.
Everything of God is 
slowly being taken out!

We must return to Jesus...  
Our freedom indeed.
This is the right direction our 
country must lead.

Godly living is worth the cost.
For without God... 
 America is forever 
doomed and lost!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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We Shall Always be Many More

We Shall Always be Many More
(For the dispossessed of this world)
 
we shall always be many more
we who roast in your designer factories
our brows dripping with our salty sweat
we who may forgive but shall never forget
 
we shall always be many more
we who reek of cheap moonshine
we who stagger and often stumble
we whose stomachs never cease to rumble
 
we shall always be many more
we who polish your fine bone china
we whose pay gets docked if one cup is chipped
we who fight your wars, and off to battle get shipped
 
we shall always be many more
we who clean up after your pretty children
we whose kids are hungry, naked and get swept
into the bowels of desolation, as mothers’ tears are wept
 
we shall always be many more
we who do your dirty work each day
we who you treat like vermin, foul and rotten
we whose trampled dignity is always forgotten
 
we shall always be many more
we who will rise up and seize the light of hope
and reclaim what is ours for our daughters and sons
though we will always be in the cross-hairs of your guns
 
we shall always be many more
and there shall be many more of us still to come
to rid you of your smug arrogance and endless greed
for we too have children whom we have to feed
 
we shall always be many more
‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’
or something like that though we no longer care
for we shall rise up one day to demand our rightful share
 
we shall always be many more...


(With thanks to Ken Loach’s movie ‘Land & Freedom’)


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let the rats delight to steal

Let the rats delight invasion and stealing  
For such is the job destiny allotted them
But you democrats should delight in prudent leading 
For that is what the vote of the masses deserve

Let the rats perceive and chase shadow
From there they get crumbs to quench their hunger;
Substance of importance democrats should follow 
For by it many hands become busy and stronger

Let the rats perceive aroma and not poison
For nature owes them that sense of consciousness
But the heart of the democrats must be sensitive in season 
For to lust after gold and goodies is share wickedness

Let the rats work to meet his mouth’s request
For if he run into danger his mouth is useless
Oh democrats serve and feed the flocks first 
Their little hands could one day save you from grave mess.
 
  

    
 
  



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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Stories of the Cosmos

Warped in perfect symmetry
Ancestral imagery
frayed around the edges
revoke the privileges
of past remembrance.
A tapestry, a cosmic dance
of ideas woven, history acquired
kiln fired
and hand-stitched into the fate
that our lives illuminate
in technicolored illusions
and delusions
of in-consequence,
living in a pretense
of indifference.
Sun awakens
transmutations
of light
and this, is our birthright.
Spirit made into form
flowing through earth
we count our worth
by accumulations
while individual creations
hold no master-peace.
Jason’s fleece
was dearly won,
Argonautic ship of fools
in unison
sang a requiem of placation
to a God that tests the creation
of all sons and daughters
with the fires and waters
of understanding.
Prayer flags
wave in the cosmic winds
as the dance of the seven veils begins
to unravel.
We travel
inner directions
where history spirals galaxies through
merging time and space, me and you
“We all live on a thread of time”
Playing out a pantomime
of the ongoing conversation
that weaves the tapestry of creation.


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One piece

gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
sense of gravity falls
mountains of ice melts 
raised to wash lands 

in between winds and tides 
Lets gather in high note
inmortal wave once a hero
as making one piece


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Growth Rate

Two-digit growth rate
Is essential for
Least developed countries
To come out of
Vicious circle of poverty
Within a short timeframe
But it’s not the only precondition 
For higher standard of living
Of the people
Since if a LDC achieve
Two-digit growth rate
But its majority of people remain poor
The country is considered
Under-developed

Therefore
The LDCs should try their best
To eliminate unemployment
And pseudo-unemployment
As much as possible
And as soon as possible

Moreover
The LDCs should establish
Enough educational institutes
And vocational training centers
In order to meet
Requirement of skilled laborer
In home and abroad


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The rich

The palaces of the rich
And their lifestyle
Are nothing but waste of wealth!


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poverty's angels.

wreckless.

no one is less a man than a cadaver, high on good guy philosophy. too much for me.
white wash.
there is a room w/ no walls. there is no room.

Pandora; show me that your box isn’t purely decorative. i’ll show you that my brain,
indeed, is figurative.
	
	scratching. i hear scratching from inside!
a rat? no!
a cat? no!
a eunichorn? most definitely!

no loyalty in that box. no lithium to be had.
	strange fish flopping ’round w/ bovine skulls, in a christian world, sad.

how much buddha is too much buddha?
	i see him reclined in my father’s chair, uncharacteristically somber— masturbating into a
flower. 
	i turn inside out, away.

distant.
children skipping rope in silhouette, gunk on their faces.
no spittle for the kleenex; mothers w/ dry mouths, eating corporate odour.

Brand New Century, Half The Fat!

innovative contraceptives administered at birth; a layer of crazy glue, a surgical glove,
another layer of glue and then we send them off to play in the sand.

Crazy.

an asian man is laughing horizontal naked, an “Hello! My Name Is:” pin attached through
his nipple.
his name is Tex.
An asian man named Tex.

there are constant shortages; money, laughter, tenderness... the cracks in my kitchen are
filled w/ poetry.

we take solace in each other; minds, bodies.
trade our youths for bread, drink from lacerated palms.

i look to find no windows; only one immaculate door, located on the ceiling, and i’ve no
ladder. 

Poverty’s angels must not fall, must not die at the hands of their own good graces.

down here.

we promise ourselves forever not to be sickened by our own fears.

only the shadows that they cast.


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A Prayer for Haiti

I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.


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Interest Rate

Interest rate should be fixed
In such a manner and style
So that both the commercial banks
And their clients are benefited
But unfortunately many people
Incur loss as a result of
High interest rate

The central bank should encourage
The commercial banks
To go for investment 
In the lucrative sectors
In order to create more fund
And to enable them to give more loans
And lower interest rate
For the entrepreneurs

If the commercial banks
Lower interest rate
For the depositors
The latter will not be discouraged much
Since people deposit money mainly
To keep it in a safe place

If the commercial banks
Lower interest rate
For the entrepreneurs
Many more people will take loan
As a result
Both the parties will be benefited

According to Islam
If there is more good elements
Than bad effects
Exist in a thing
It becomes halal

Therefore if most of the people are benefited
By taking loans it becomes okay


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Logos

Logos! The Word of God What is the Word of God? to kill whom detest and perceive God in a foreign Manner? but isn't to Love thy neighbor as thyself? You must truly hate yourselves then Deny all, what is left to accept your heart will call back


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Cost-benefit analysis

Any government economic project 
Should involve cost-benefit analysis
Before implementation.

Calculation of cost must involve 
Market survey cost, establishment cost, labor cost
Production cost, marketing cost and so forth.

Calculation of benefit must include
Financial benefit, social benefit
Political benefit and so on.

The governments should take into account
Whether there is skilled manpower
In the country to run the project or not?

They should also consider
The possibility of change 
Of technology to be used
In near future in other countries.

Thus the viability of the project
Can be justified before implementation
In order to avoid wastage of money and time.


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Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


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Economic Development

Economic development is the precondition of higher living standard
Therefore we should focus on economic development at first

We know infrastructural development is a must
For economic development of any country
So the government should go for it in the first place
And if necessary they should go for partnership with private entrepreneurs

Now it’s an open market economy
If we want to take off to the sky of prosperity
We need to utilize our own resources including manpower

We need to figure out our competitive advantages
Because it’s not a hard task for us in the information era

Now-a-days tourism is a lucrative sector for any government
Because we are living in the time of globalization

Protectionism is now a history
That’s why
The role of commercial banks and other financial institutions
Is more pivotal than ever

They should provide loan to the industrialists
In such a manner and style
So that the latter can import cutting-edge tech
In order to survive in the fierce competition of open market


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The Big Push

If a country wants to successfully take off
In the sky of prosperity
It needs huge investment
But the least developed countries 
Can hardly afford it

However
If there is a will
There is a way

There are many donor 
Agencies and countries
Who are ready to provide soft loan
To the LDCs

So the government of the LDCs
Should encourage
Unsolicited project proposals
From the international donors
And prepare suitable project profiles
That will benefit both the parties

Moreover
The government officials
Should be highly trained
So that they can evaluate 
The viability of the offers properly

In this way
The LDCs will be able to big push
The economy so that it can take off


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Proud To Be An American

when someone asked me to   I dug deep and found out my very own true colors of  thy self
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                                       O I  honor our  flag  for which  United  We Stand  as one not two
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My  own self  being within  E                                 


I honor  thy  family  and  cirlcle  of  friends I  have  encounter  for last  49 years and beyond

I honor our  Lord  Jesus Christ  and give thanks for his enriched bountys found within each

I honor and worship the land air and sea that I can see touch taste hear and smell each day

I honor and respect another who rises above to an open challenge that another turns down

I honor the thirteen colonies that are with our American flag  entire  stitched by Betsy Ross

I honor the American Soldier who goes above beyond the call of his military duty set forth

I honor the judicial system of the courts and laws of this land let justice be served not denied

I honor and salute the  American Bald  Eagle that is represented  by  our  country  of   ours

I honor and particapate in peace between one and another who  seems to just want to fight

I honor thy animals of nature and thy Christ  who brought forth for comfort and enjoyment

I honor and respect thy self for there for I'm just Proud To Be An American like you and you


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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.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Our Nation NEEDS God

I believe we’re living in…
 What many call “an x-rated society…”
The “pleasures of life” come in quite a variety!

Just about anything someone wants,
 comes with “a push of the button.”
But when it comes to anything of God…
  “He ain’t nothin.’!”

Where we will be tomorrow… 
 No one seems to know.
As many seek “fulfillment” for their ”empty” soul…

What’s right or wrong…  Has been 
“turned upside-down.”
While the tide of wickedness
 reaches every city and town…

While so many minds seem to be filled with 
this world’s pollution…
People are looking for answers…  And a solution!

Our hope and faith certainly doesn’t
 lay in our possessions.
Nor in our dark secrets, and “secret obsessions…”

To those of you who perhaps, are waiting
 for a “government bailout…”
Let me tell you what the true meaning
 of living is all about…

Jesus is our security!  100% guaranteed life
 and health insurance!
It’s only in him, we can have a “blessed assurance!”

Only he has the power to rescue us
 from the horrible mess we’re in!
And it’s only in him…  Where true freedom begins!

He gives a true definition to what we call 
“The American dream…”
He alone is our foundation.  The truth.  
Our everything!

May the words; “In God we trust” 
apply in everything we do!
Let these words be woven into 
the great “red white and blue…”

As the good news of Jesus Christ
 is shouted loud and clear…
The “darkness” across our land will 
soon disappear!

By Jim Pemberton 03/07/10









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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 " 
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            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Demand and Supply

Demand creates its own supply
Most of the times

If there is more demand than supply
The government should encourage
New investment
And if necessary
Encourage import of the shortage
On the other hand
If there is more supply than demand
The government should discourage
New investment
And encourage export 
Of the surplus products and services

Thus
A country can balance demand and supply
For the welfare of its people


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The Comforter

you ask; who am i?
it is my soul that suffers with Gods 
but who am i that i should feel this way?
mercifully, i am drawn toward Heaven
but there are obstacles in my way
i know that i feel guilt
at every ones dismay
but i feel that there is something wrong
and not quite God's way
who am i to feel so strong
and struggle for a cause for so long
when the few it seems are on my side
sometimes melt away or sacrifice their lives
who am i to have survived
to be like a Quaker or prophet
and have such beliefs
that something more than my country
requires blood to come from me
who am i to fight for slaves
or unborn child
I am the man of Rightousness 
whom thou has known all the while


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In God We Trust

It’s written on our
Money, but we worry about
The economy.

We must trust God. Read
Your money. It’s in God’s hands.
Well, do we trust God?


In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to 
me? Psalms 56:4

wrote 1-13-10


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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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True Colours

Some place themselves so high
that they look down on us like ants
all the money is green
hard to see when you have so many accountants

all the blood is red
but their's is rarely seen
do those who have all that they need
send send their own to the front to bleed

The earth is white and blue
pictures from outer space
those who come down and walk around
will surely find it an amazing place
full of beauty and life
being destroyed by the human race
they seem to be very short sighted
for very few of them can see
beyond there own wants and greed
even though they were given
more than they could ever need

should we let them destroy all this land
designed to be God's kingdom
I guess we're going to have to
for this was given to them
and we shall all soon see
the glory of God and his wisdom

for the prophecies are all coming true before us
can you see Joseph falling into trouble
now who will protect his brother Judah
watch for the time draws near
the second coming of the prophesied Messiah
no flesh would be saved alive
if not for the glory of Jesus






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Monopoly

Like dictators
Monopoly is harmful for the masses
Since it tends to 
Increase the market price
Of products and services
More and more

That’s why
The governments should 
Encourage new investment
In the sector

The commercial banks 
Have a crucial role to play
To stop monopoly

If there is no entrepreneur
Willing to invest in the field
The government should encourage
Foreign investment
To solve the problem


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Education

Education is the key to
Development of human resource

Development of human resource
Is the key to economic development

High demand of skilled manpower
Exists in every country

Therefore
The governments should
Emphasize on education
More than any other sector
Especially
In least developed countries
In order to meet local demand
And export manpower as well

However 
In LDCs
Education for all
Is still a dream

That’s why 
Governments of LDCs
Should turn this dream into reality
As soon as possible


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Walking Away

All that glitters ain't gold
Weighs that we've been sold
Don't let my words scald or scold
Listen
Hear the wise 
Of an owl with eyes
As old 
As the first
Uni
Verse that I learned
With a scowl upon my brow
Only to curse
In reverse
The many things we humans do
And I'm guilty too
Too many a minds have been plundered
To barren thoughts asunder
And we crawl 
Through it all
Ways to ponder
Why life's a wonder?
If living what we said
That God is coming?
Then why we runnin'?
I reread
The blood in me
And you
And the fine print times two
And how life would figure
When we triggered
Survival versus wither
Laying siege we beleaguer
Relievers of deceivers
Wanting no leaders
To conceive
Like that girl Mary
Lost lambs wary
Grown contrary
To our imagination
And the self frustrations
Of cherishing our creations
And the find
Of a spine
Of our kind
On a peaceful mission
A star trek of volition
Where no man
Can deliver us
From the quiver
Of hither to hither
Enigmas sharing freedoms
Paid to believe in
Five for the first
Ten for the last
Breathe of air
Times a thousand I dare
The thought
Of answers bought
Often sought
Just prancers
With a nose red cancer
For the greed of romancers
Of delusional highs....


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Politics of Corporate

There was a media sensation to make President Obama
ruler of this Nation, as long as he did what he was told,
Everyone would remain sold,
Two years into his reign, America is filled with contempt
and disdain,
From Wall Street to Corporate America naysayers are
screaming retribution, instead of Halleluiah!
They are calling for doom and gloom for those who voted him in,
The reign of consequences and punishment have begun,
A backlash for demoralizing the nation's favorite sons,
Privacy exists no more when one goes to pull the lever
at the voting polls,
There are spies waiting to report your elections like
mindless trolls,
Companies are engrossed in their employees'
political preferences, ultimately punishing them
for any differences,
Our Country would rather sink like the Titanic
than have a "zebra" running it,
Nevertheless, we must forge ahead and create 
change,
Even when we are ostracized and avoided like mange.







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Waiting for the Wind

Sitting in the morning just waking up on my side of the world today
I turn on the news see if anyone has anything good to say
Stock markets falling and another landslide while the politicians try to deny
Global warming and more killer storms and another thousand people die
and the advertiser says I’d be happy if I bought bigger car you know
I’ve got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Sometimes I think the world’s gone mad and I can’t stand to hear the pain
One place burning in holy fire and another in a deluge of rain
Sometimes I think that hatred and war is the only way we know how to be
And I want to sail away,..in a world made for you and me
Sometimes I wonder at the pace of it all, where’s everybody trying to go
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Why can’t we see the beauty of it all in the sun rising every day
Life holding on to the sides of mountains and the waters rushing into the bay
Why can’t we live as if nothing on earth mattered more that the love that we bring
I want to sail away,.. and become part of everything
Why can’t we care just a little bit more, maybe let a little kindness show
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


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Tax

Tax is for the welfare of the masses
That’s why more tax should levied 
Upon the rich than the poor
In such a manner
So that a desired balance is maintained.

There should be no filthy rich
In a poor country
So the government should impose tax
On this people couple of times more 
Than the ordinary rich.

Education tax, poverty elimination tax
And tax to rehabilitate the beggars
Can be imposed on the very rich.

The government must go for moderate tax
For the poor people
And they should not slaughter the hen
That lays egg of gold.

The Muslims should give tax properly
Since it is obligatory for them
So in a Muslim country
The government should highlight this
In order to increase revenue.


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Justice

Justice is seldom found on earth
Although we want it most!

If the victim is poor
And the accused is rich
There should be a handsome compensation.

If the victim is rich
And the accused is poor
There should be less compensation.

I prefer death sentence
To lifetime imprisonment
And any other penalty to fine
Since the criminal may repent
And become a very good person!

Therefore the lawmakers should rethink
In order to establish true justice
In all spheres of judgment.


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Rat in my head

ruling the world from my living room
a definite utopia we are striving for
all on the same team worldwide
but whats left is the proof of consequence
if you stray a little
if you forget your next line
the act of man

Ruling the world from my living room
a goal in mind, a happily ever after
but we strayed a little
gotta start over
its just not the same
the next movement of soul
don't stray a little

in this line i stand
soo many people like me
know whats going on
the big dream
made our statement
now were on our way
step by step
bouht you the perfect lie
to do it again
the perfect line to do it again

can't stick to simple rules
even when you get a cheat sheet
mastermine for peace
mastermined and deadlocked for peace
don't stray a little
not even a little

masterplan of a holy act
humble our planet
show you what i can do
world on my shoulders is on my side
masterplan toward your utopia
step by step
acty by act
you find yourself deadlocked
deadlocked
dont stray a little
deadlocked
until we stray a little

when the proof is in the pudding
just another black and white day
colorless fabrications
mid day mindlessness
back to the last step
if we can we'll try again
back to the start of the story
blinding society as we swim away
go to town to do our part of what we understand
this is the only way
legendary for controlling the world from my living room

your all deadlocked
gonna do it to you again
sorry for the leash
but the consequences are too great for all concerned
don't stray a little
don't forget to stray a little
shine on until we fade
deadlocked
deadlocked
can't go on
not in this way

From the gutter to your door
don't stray a little
stick to the plan
and we get what we deserve
cleaning up hell is a nightmare alone
long way from home
the gutter says
don't stray from the middle
don't stray from the middle
if you want the angels to shine
just stray a little

the riddle unfolding
boldly onward going
haunting your hair from a world away
tomorrow is coming day by day
we'll never see it again
gone again
never liked it that way
the consequences are great
don't stray a little


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Jerusalem

The holy land of children of Israel
Has been staining with the blood
Of innocent people for such along time!

The Jews, the Christians and the Muslims
Should live in peace and harmony
Side by side on the much-disputed land
Since it’s holy to all of them.

The mosque of the prophets
Should be extended
With a view to make space
For all the three adherents of faith.

I know it’s a small piece of land
But we can solve the problem
By building skyscrapers.

O Jerusalem can’t you see
Your children are fighting against each other?
Please pray to God to end the conflict.


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My Flag

Don't make fun of my flag that hangs on my wall,
It's not there for you'r amusement,thats not it at all.
I love my flag,it's rips and tears,
it gives me belief that someone cares.
So don't make fun of my flag that hangs there still,
it blows free and waves at will.
It moves with the wind when it blows through it's strands,
It weeps and cries in a soldiers hands.
My flag stands strong when most will fall,
It's been through dozens of wars,my flag has seen it all.
So the next time you laugh at my flag coming apart at the seams,
Think of the dead and you will hear there screams.
I raise my hand in honor to my torn old flag,
I am proud of the colors and for that I brag.


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Trade-cycle

In a competitive market
National economy rolls like a wheel
In economics it is called trade-cycle

From economic recovery to boom 
To slump to recovery to boom
Is a common phenomenon
In a competitive market

The boom does not last long
Because 
The demand for products and services
Is limited in all countries

That’s why
The governments have a vital role to play
Especially during boom

The governments should monitor
And control industrial development
As much as possible
With a view to reduce labor cut
During slump
And they should hinder 
Harmful investment
For the economy 
During boom

Moreover
They should provide guidelines
For the entrepreneurs 
During recovery 
So that suitable investments
For the economy take place

In this way
A country can achieve its goal
Without going through
Economic hard times


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Import and Export

Import the things more the country really need
For its economic development
Such as food, raw materials for various industries
Technology, electric power and so on.

Export the things that are surplus and competitive
And whose demand is in the foreign countries.

With a view to boost export
The government should minimize export duty
And encourage the exporters
By reducing tariff on import of associated raw materials.   

The government must discourage import of nonessential items
By imposing higher import duty
And encourage production of luxury items in the country.

In the modern world international trade can play a vital role
In the economic development of any country
That’s why the governments must emphasize on it evermore.


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Make sure that you vote

Make sure that you vote
Lord when we go to the polls this year.
       Show us which one we should vote for, make our choices clear.
There doesn’t seem to be any one who follows the rules.
       Father that’s why we ask for your guidance, please give us these tools.
Show us which one you like, which one should we elect?
       Which one we should pray for and what to expect.
Our choices are skimpy, I don’t have a clue.
       But I know who to turn to, who’s always been true.
The devil has got a foothold but he’s after total control.
       He’s wanting to play Your part, but he doesn’t fit the roll.
This coming up election just might be the key to it all.
      Either we stand with God or God just might let us fall.
 So pray before you vote and seek the Lord for what’s right.
     Then follow your wisdom, He’ll give you your plight.


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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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Where The Lines Drawn Thin

Where does the madness stop? When does the healing begin? 
conforming to flesh that was my own resemblance I'm making my amends. 
We all lie naked, only in truth can we blanket the scars, 
deep is the secrets where chains bind our compromising hearts. 
Who's to say we aren't too weak? Where are the strong to set us free? 
Who's going to stop us from making us what we have to be? 
Plagued are nations screaming a starving cry, 
haunted by the feeling's that they'll never see the daylight. 
Where dying is freedom from such pain and disease, 
Wheres the hope? Wheres the dreams for such as these? 
In my own burdens so much of myself I've lost, 
for the things I created, the innocence of my mind & soul is cost. 
Is it cheap to say that pleasures are keen, 
to making it temporarily not afraid to be seen? 
It's hard to imagine in youth what we are to for see, 
when everywhere we turn it's disasters, feens, & war laid at our feet's. 
If we're killing ourselves all along then where's the stopping point? 
How do we define our race if we don't know where we are going? 
There's got to be a place where the lines aren't drawn thin, 
where we find the peace in mankind and the healing process does begin. 
As we each in this world step foot toward what one day may be the end, 
we shall learn the lessons of our creations, those of war within our sins.


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My Brother The Marine

Only nineteen so proud and brave
such choices he had made

Either spending each passing day in jail
Or enlisting and say goodbye and fairwell

The latter choice he did made
signed up and turned in his clothes of fade

Standing tall tried and true
Inside he had matured and grew

Metals pinned upon his chest
A Marine looking at his very best 

Battling a war on foreign soil
And to think it was over a barrel of oil

Nam Napples S Korea to say a few
Recon missions for civilians he did not knew

Getting shot at by rapid sniper fire
In a friendly zone where people retire

Writting letters and sending pictures from afar 
Of  tanks planes and bombs blowing up cars

Placed on an island alone for seven days
snakes bugs fish the land he had to alone graze 

They said he was a child no more
But a Marine to come and explore

Today he is fifty one and  a grandfather of two
And the Marines now wants him back because he was few

Mind altered and steady strong
Im glad to have my brother back where he belongs

But I will never forget that day he left
When his life was nothing but a big turmoil mess

Thanks to the Marine  who I had watched and grew
My Brother wearing his colors of Red White and Blue



Tribute To 
My Brother Ray
 {Hu Ra}  


Thanks For Serving



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Demon In The Storm

Standing on this eternal plane
As I lift my fears above my head, normality I feign
Mid-Air, I hold no resistance
Flying high, superior to every existance
Hovering, floating, lifted by my mentality
Losing my grip on reality
Gliding, eye'm floating, in the clouds.
Atoms clash, thunder surrounds
Ignited by a bolt of electricty.
Will I descend below atop my knee?
Quite contrary, I feel the urge to be.
This insane persistance transcends reality.
Reguvinated by my inherant vim
Everyone will gather, I will looke down upon them
An angel in the storm, 
to gaze upon the cloud, my glowing form
When did I shift from human to this
It was the lull of sweet bliss
Remember, it was the enticing beat
of the eternal drum, seducing me, transformation complete
Manipulated by the toying spirit
Locked in my head, my voice altered, hear it
Manipulate the mindless swine, heard them
Lead them out to the pool, see if they swim.
You will lead the war, it speaks to me, 
in an eternal voice that sets the decree.
Countless horrers of war and famine
flashing before my eyes, the greed of men
show them, it urges.
Punish them with impunity, rage surges
through my veins, boils my blood
forgetting to breath through the flood.
Countless minsless drones assemble before me
To lead the war, a great duty
I am aware, you thought not?
That my spirit was broken, my body to rott.
No, I realize this spirit, this demon
tries to control my mind
overthrouwing this mighty apparition
I assume the power, that is my divine right
Begin to train and condition
My soldiers to fight
To rule the world with love and pride
No longer having to run and hide
Peace, serinity
and sweet, sweet tranquility. 
But alas, th cycle must bein anew
Oh yes, it starts again, as if on "q". 


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We are Americans

We are Americans,
No other race.
We live in America,
No other place.
We speak English,
Not Spanish, not French.
So why oh why,
Must we give an inch?
It is not right,
It is not the American way.
Is not how we live,
Is not how we play.
Give us liberty,
Or give us death.
Is how it was written,
How it was meant to be.
We are the best,
Meant to be free.
Not Spanish, not French, not Chinese,
We are Americans, if you please.
If you want to be another race,
Then leave this place.
Give us back our land,
Give us back our space.
Give it back,
Or we’ll takes a stand
And send you packing,
Out of our land.


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American Me

I am an American,I'm proud to be free.
I am an American,I'm the future 'to-be'.
I love my country,this land where I was born.
I love my country,it's flag,tattered and worn.
I pledge my allegiance every morning at school.
I pledge my allegiance because AMERICA RULES!
I can make a differerence with a 'star-spangled' quote.
I can make a difference by casting MY vote.
I will serve my country,should it ever call on me,
I will serve my country by being the BEST AMERICAN CITIZEN that I can be!


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my wings.

our freedom,
our religion,
our race,
our time,
our way,
our space,
the angry won't look into your eyes to see,
the hurt wont say it out loud,
even the happy hide it behind a smile,
it's the frustration that follows not only you but me,
politically correct,
society's neglect,
how people reflect,
judgments already set ,
opened pages of the news as we justify all the wrong doings,
never willing to say the truth just take a side of the one before you'
wrong are right you wouldn't want them to think your that way,
on one side are the other it's just business as usual, (hiding you wings,)
close your eyes and just say it,
if our world was truly blind would there be so much hate,
blind to the truth as we are today we see yet we fear taking that one last step,
then as we walk away we say we should of said this,we should did that, our regret,
as I write these words for any one of any place of any race,
these are my wings,
I fill sorry for all man kind,
for no one sees the truth, no one looks into the eyes, no one justs sees a face,
history noted in our minds, 
time shows us what they didn't find,
now the presents is unkind,
can we not repeat it, can we just cross all lines,
show the children at our feet a new way,
teach them the right thing to say,
let them not pay for what we do today,
these are my wings... this is who I portray 




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Obama can do it!

Barack Obama is a great candidate, that's most certainly true.
He needs people's votes in Ohio and in Texas too.
So far he's gotten more states than Hillary in this primary.
He's sure to win if Ohio and Texas are two states that he carries.
He wants to provide a better future for us and our children.
There's no telling how far we can go if he wins.
I believe in Obama because he's a great man.
If anybody can turn this country around, he certainly can.