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Mental Hospital Bills

dadgum doctors, heads up their butts poking, prodding, pricking skin neurologist a psychopath gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body family doctor showed little concern made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat EKG failed to determine cause left me more in doubt than at ease dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man” the more pain inflicted the more he rejoiced deep root cleaning caused severe infection bloodwork done by Vampira clones labs filled with tubes and needles results not shared with me yet I footed the bill optometrist an Oriental who moved so fast didn’t care if the prescribed glasses worked boo on you, dang aristocrats waving your credentials nurses so slow to respond MRI promised on CD, but couldn’t be obtained just like the blood tests, needed a “report” doctors driving me insane each should share my mental hospital bills
*Based on ongoing health tests and written for PD’s contest. Assignment Free Verse, 25 lines, category slam, sad and educational, title: Mental Hospital Bills


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You Can't Hurt Me

Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing the world to be still

foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me"

the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand
blood spurts upon faces of laughter
evil little boy too wicked for a mother
affliction runs in the family

Florence became flop because she always fell
polio never whipped her ass
just abused her now and then
she healed with a smile

Even humility has its price

Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses
maybe his eyes were bloodshot
or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic
and they became part of his attire

degenerate eye disease, masturbation
spattering or battering
does it really matter when you can't see
or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD

Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac

Iron gates surround a new residence
protecting the innocent who peer from outside
rehabilitation means refining bad habits
like those on the outside who have mastered them

twelve years of bars and games people play
provide an education unto itself
seclusion can be the deciding factor
between murder or suicide

self righteous judges choose life

recidivism is a revolving door
of vicious cycles with no engines
only propellers called co-dependants
or co-defendants, take your pick

life repeats itself over and over
only the circumstances change
yet the merry-go-round stops
when the flowers are arranged

Why are most tombstones gray

scared, afraid to die
are you saved?
from what, ourselves
you can't hurt me

Bob Shank-Nov. 30th, 2006


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America, Why Did You Stray?

America, why did you stray from the old way.
A constitution put forth, the foundation of our land,
barely recognizable what was originally Jefferson's hand.
Tarnished and smudged by misinterpretation,
overindulgence and greed, to satisfy political,
judicial, and journalistic need.
Once majority rule, now bordering on ridicule,
the law of the land, ever changing, meeting demands,
of whoever takes a stand.

America, why did you stray, parents unable to discipline,
fear children undisciplined now rule, school in chaos,
students unruly, guaranteed to pass, unprepared for their future,
parents unsure, wish for the past, hope the next generation,
won't be like the last.

America, why did you stray, streets used to be a place to play,
neighbors knew one another, socialized every day,
doors left unlocked, nothing to fear, families stayed close,
helped one another, took care of mother.

Now drugs rule the day, hate and crime more common than play,
multiple locks symbolic of today, rarely talk to a stranger,
living in fear; life no longer precious, taken away,
day after day, the bloody count rises, a country in crisis,
victims pay, guilty appeal, courts give them the best deal.
Nobody protests for victims rights, put a murderer to death,
they scream all night.

America, why did you stray, hatred and bigotry alive 
and well today, nationalities split, long for the old way,
when an American, was just an American, now hyphenation,
the accepted way.

America, why did you stray, once an industrial giant
you gave it away, too high a standard for industry to pay,
moved out of country, the new American way, unemployment,
poverty, homelessness rapidly increasing, ruined lives,
while billions are spent on so called allies.

America, why did you stray, what's written today,
barely address the wrongs building every day,
religion is accepted, God is not,
country divided, politically split,
presidential bashing provides journalistic wit,
hatred and bigotry, live for it.

America why did you stray, new chapters every day,
really a damn shame.


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Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | I do not know? | |

Stolen Innocence

The sexual abuse of children is all to common these days. The effects are everlasting. These crimes effect more than 
just the victim. I am a member of a poetry site (Poet's Workshop) and we were challenged to write a poem about such 
abuse. It is our way of spreading the word, helping to fight crime against our children, and help support the victims. 
They need to know they are not alone, it is not their fault and to help them to heal! This was my submission. Not for 
the easily disturbed, this is real people, it happens all the time!

Stolen Innocence

Holding back the tears,
An innocent Angel suffers in silence.
Trembling hands and aching heart;
Anticipating the eminent violence.
Lord, please let the day last
and keep the sun from falling
Protect her from the night
When evil comes calling
Her prayer is unanswered,
Under the covers she weeps.
A twist of the door knob;
Into her room he creeps.
She sees the beastly silhouette
From beneath her cotton sheet,
Tiny fists clinch, writhing in pain
Her agony; his desire is replete
His words were gentle; not threatening
She believed his love was true
When he said my little princess,
This is what all DaddyÍs do.
MommyÍs are jealous of this little game
That only DaddyÍs get to play
You can never tell a living soul
They wonÍt believe you anyway
And so she kept this little secret.
And kept her bruises well concealed.
She knew that Mommy would be hurt
If the truth were ever revealed
The late night games became more frequent
Often more than once a night
Love should not cause such pain
There is no way this could be right
She called her Mother to her room
Mommy, I think you need to know
DaddyÍs done some awful things
He touched me down below
He told me never to tell you
That youÍd just be angry with me
Oh I am so very sorry
Mommy can you forgive me
That very instant, an arrow pierced her heart
Her knees buckled, she dropped to the ground
Speechless, immersed with guilt
Rage, Anger, Contriction all compound
The light inside her died that day
Unable to protect her own creation
Two spirits broken, one by the hands of another
And one sentenced by her own damnation


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

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

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

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

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

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

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

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


Eric (and sometimes not)


Details | I do not know? | |

They Think They Know

People say that they know,
Then she asks them is that so?
Do you know how I feel?
Do you measure every meal?
What it's like to take a shot,
At 7 o'clock on the dot?
You don't know a single thing,
Of the girl with a broken wing.
She's limited on her food,
Which puts her in a real foul mood.
When her blood sugar suddenly drops,
She all of a sudden flips and flops.
She can't even stand up strait, 
She thinks that she might actually faint.
You people think you understand, 
The most you can do is lend a hand.
Diabetes is no joke,
She can't even have a single coke.
She and her mom worry every day,
They wonder if she'll be okay.
Her bloodsugar can drop really low,
She can instantly become a real big foe.
It can even go really high,
She swears that it can reach the sky.
So for the people that say they know,
I ask them now, is that so?


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


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OFF and On

OFF and On
Simply put some people are always ON and they are supercharged and have no 
lack of energy gastrulating vehemently as the victum less than gleefully reacts to 
them oh please my work is over in one hour eye am very sleepy now as soon as 
eye have eaten and made love then eye must sleep and get some rest somehow 
oh eye knoe that you are someone in the world of education oh you say you are a 
teacher and you expostulate the ramification of my emulation of a sheep at sleep 
and resting in the field of grass between the Sheppard dogs at last just let me do 
this last hour of my job and learn people do not have to bow to a higher learner 
when they earn.


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Drugs, Drugs!!!

Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I need.
At least thats all I used to believe.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I did.
I didn't even think of my kids.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I want.
I didn't even care that I was wrong.
Drugs, Drugs! they're in my home.
Now both of my kids are gone.
Drugs, Drugs! straight to my head. 
I lay here now, because I'm dead.
Drugs, Drugs! is this what you want?
If so, this will be your on sad poem.


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Get An Education

"The boy's got a broken brain!
- Fix him for me now,
I can't do a thing with him."

     - So I hear you say,
     Though he seems intelligent enough.

After all, he's smart enough 
To know the whys and wherefores
Of every deal that goes down on his street -
Every $ passing hands in the dark,
Summed and totalled in his head.
But Math - Forget it.
And you'll never see him crack a book for study's sake.

Perhap's that's because you broke his heart,
Long ago, though his face will never show it.
Because he bleeds inside,
Though to hear him talk you'd never know it.
You tore his shadoworld apart
Just by never being there -
You broke his proud red eggshell heart
Because he knows you never cared.

Perhaps this is why Rage is his religion,
And he only values Gain,
Why Payback is his Creed,
His only currency Pain.
This then is why he wears the shirt 
That reads, "Never Forget, Never Forgive";
This why he's unafraid to kill or die,
Yet terrified to live.

So go get an education -
 Start with a hard look at yourself -
You that schooled a nation
In the politics of Greed,
Builders of the conflagration
Of burning, unmet Need
Now threatening to consume us
As it climbs into the skies,
As it whispers warnings to us
From his vacant, coldstare eyes.

You broke his heart,
A wound more deep
Than I alone can mend,
I, just one beleaguered horseman.
Cannot set it right again.

You must help put things back together,
If you want our nightmares to end.


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To The PE Teacher

I'm over it
I'm giving up
I don't have to do it
Yet you force me to like I'm a chump
I avoid it like an illness
You let it go
But today is the day
You took it no more
You didn't yell
Yet you exchanged insults
You hurt my feelings
That was the result
You called me a girl
You called me a clown
And if this keeps up
You're going down
Can't you see
I don't like PE
I'm not being rebel
But you scare me into anxitey
Just leave me alone
You treat me like a drone
You're not getting forgiveness
But you can get off my blacklist
If you cease and desist


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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


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Philokalia (Love of Beauty)

Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips...
Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips
With centuries of sacred silence ;

After I pass the sacred glass beads through
Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew;
After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name
With one thousand sad prayers,
With faith that can move the mountains,
With complete devotion and obedience,
Silent like a statue of long endurance,
Could I remember her again?

From eternity, for ever had been
Above the waters without border,
The light of that very beginning in no world
And no time, but this cloud and the first Word
Who changed the trembling no time's order,
So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green…

Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: 
Lost you'll be for this world, my friend…
But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard
In front of the rocks with human face.
With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend...

Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear:
With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September;
And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber. 


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If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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If I Had One Wish

So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me? What of the woman I’d come to be The wisdom I’d come to see And my children who’s lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I’d make them see… I’d make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


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Boat Of Poverty

Why this boat?
Could it be boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.

Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of ghetto!

W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to black,
Livelihood to white.

Harking to conviction,
Capsize and raise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


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Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.


Details | Tyburn | |

I'm Going Nuts

<                                          insane
                                            constrain
                                            domain
                                            remain


                        asylum housing      -    insane   constrain
                        longing for rescue  -    domain   remain


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


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Haikus About God: III

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


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A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.


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Spirituals and Drums

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

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


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.


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The End To A Wild Ride

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


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One Among Many part 1

Chapter 1 
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two. 
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.


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Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

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

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

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

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

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

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

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

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Free verse | |

Alcoholism

Alcoholism, the pariah
feeding on the collapse
of self-control 
befuddling the brain's sensibility;
transforming intelligence
into ridicule.


Details | Monorhyme | |

As I Lay At The Streets...

I closed my eyes and slipped into the world.
Where the valley was green and the sun rays gold.
As I walked the grass my feet felt cold;
My heart felt a warmth unseen, untold.

I walked to the stream and wondered why,
The real world was uglier, as i watched the birds fly.
Why a murderer would kill, why a lover betray?
Why a soldier joined battles, but his family would stay?

Why a man could discriminate black and white?
Why the world could never overcome the selfish-tide?
Why could I find pleasure in only my dream place?
Why contentment touched, only the ocean's surface?

I turned exhausted and began to gasp for air,
I could feel the darkness come, which was never there.
I knew from within that this world would be gone;
When I am back awake, my clothes will still be torn...


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My Mama

My Mama she trips out in the moon light
when I’m safely tucked up in bed
she dresses to wow her audience
but I know not of her occupation
when I ask I am greeted by silence
and then “You will understand when you grow up”

My Mama she returns at break of day
before the curtains begin to twitch or draw
she’ll come in exhausted and fix my breakfast
then checking in on me she’ll wake me for school
before she goes off to bed – she’ll see me later
to ask about my day and play

A Mamas kiss, a smile, a hug, warmth, food and a roof
Yet when we go out together people turn 
to talk to one another, quietly nodding
Funny looks are cast our way and yet not one shall speak to us
Aged nine in school I find out why 
when another child will laugh

“Ya Mama works the streets
lies on her back, watches the sky – to feed ya
-Tis what my Ma said”
It makes me cry
I love my Mama
but this shame hurts

I want to die…


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


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Loss of innocence

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

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

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

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

As still so much is lost by all...


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Someone Stole My Shoes

I needed to go to school that Friday Afternoon, but Someone Stole My Shoes. He Rocked my 
shoes at school thinking he was cool but everyone looked at him like he was just A fool A 
warned out used tool. He was popular always spectacular but started to be treated regular. Had so many friends but then that soon came to an end, and his friends started to become the walls  and the floors and the sky way up high. For no one would listen to his cries at night, when he had turned of his light in the middle of the night when nothing would come right. He didn't know what was happening to his life? He walked to school lifting his head up with A smile making every moment worth while, but under that smile he was mad and sad everyone at home treated him bad, even his own Mum and Dad. Sat and ate lunch in the toilets with the door locked so the jocks wouldn't knock and know that he was like A rock or A stone sitting all alone, wishing that he could go home. He cried and watched the time go by just praying that this moment of life would fly up and disappear into the beautiful blue sky. He cried and cried, contemplating on suicide. Had no more friends and bled inside his heart, no one cared to hear his part. He looked down to the ground and saw the shoes that he stole, he cried in shame and said "Im too blame". He returned the shoes to my door and left A note and he wrote, "No one Knows you Wiko, We shouldn't judge someone until we've walked in their shoes, taken A look at their view, feel the feeling of getting abused and used and being bruised and rejected feeling like your worlds be injected and infected with A disease. And Then We have every right to Judge ones life".
 
Im so sorry I Stole Your Shoes.

- Wiko Te Maru


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

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

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

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

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

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


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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Forbearance

They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12


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Teen Pregnancy 3: The Reasons Why I'm Against Teen Pregnancy

I'm against teen pregnancy because it's a waste of time and energy. I'm against teen pregnancy because it'll alter the future of all teen boys and teen girls. So, every day, the parents had to tell their teen daughters to not get knocked up, and their teen sons to not get the girls pregnant. But no matter what the parents do to prevent their teen sons and teen daughters from ever being parents at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, their teens just won't listen. It's bad enough that the moms and the dads have to just suffer, thereby being grandparents this early. Plus, it's a heartache for almost everybody. It seems that the backs of every mom and dad have been turned, even when their teens are going to an unsupervised party, filled with underage drinking. The next thing everybody knows, those teen boys and teen girls will have had unprotected sex and in less than 72 hours, those girls will have been either gotten STDs, or have gotten pregnant. After the babies are born, all teen boys and teen girls will have been stuck with their kids for life, which means no more going to parties, no more going to the movies, no more going to the mall, or any of that kind of stuff. Definitely no more hanging out with friends. Those teens will have to go to school, to work, and raise their children at the same time. And what's making everybody sick is that those teen guys are refusing to help their girlfriends raise their children. After all, those womanizing jerks, they got those underage girls pregnant. And the next thing everybody knows, all of the infants that those teen girls, who will have given birth to, will have taken over the planet by the year 2015. Those teen girls, they should've kept their legs closed and kept their clothes on. Those teen guys, they should've used condoms. And mostly, those teen couples, they should've waited until after their education was completed and they'd gotten married. This is starting to look like episodes of "Teen Mom" and "16 & Pregnant" on MTV and those paternity shows on "The Maury Povich Show." Now I know why I never became a father at an early age, let alone 13 or 17; it would’ve made both of my parents so devastated and seriously depressed. And if teen pregnancy continues to wreak havoc on every teen boy and teen girl in America, their parents and their futures, they’re doomed. No children until after education is finished and marriage.


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Four Smart Kids

Four kids
Four smart kids
Never fell below 90% in tests
Impressing people daily
Teachers pinching themselves in disbelief
Winning spelling bees
Maths competitions
Those same four
Were offered to go to university early
But they lost the offer
To a rich family with
A stupid child.

High school
A place of heartbreakers
Drugs
And Abuse
These four kids
Ran into a drug dealer
The dealer knew about their gift
So he got these kids high off weed 
claiming It was brain food
Another dealer sold them Vodka
Claiming it kept you going during
Long study periods

Before long
These four smart kids
Were just four dimwitted druggos
Smoking weed
Drinking cheap liquor
Twenty Four Hours
Seven days a week
These kids had potential
But it all washed away
Like a sandcastle on the beach
As the tide comes in
Good for nothing
But to end up like those dealers
Selling goods to smart kids
Like their former selves

Drugs destroyed these four kids
Don't let it destroy you


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A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


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Kids

The kids of today are busy having kids
Their wasting their lives there on the skids
They just rush headlong from one bed to another
Sometimes with their partners sister or brother

Not knowing who the father is
Sends them into quite a fizz
Contraception what that’s for
No wonder they don’t know the score

Parents really should take more care
I don’t think their unaware
Can’t we slow our children down?
Or in their off spring will we drown
Just let them know you can take time
Not to jump into bed would that be a crime
Just slow down heed what we say
Otherwise you have to pay

They have to take time if they can
To become grown, woman and man
Before their life is gone out of view
Before this mess is left to me and you

They have to stop to smell the roses
Have to stop for the picture poses
Have to see, beyond the shore
Or life will turn a deep azure

And that is blue as you well know
So show our children how to grow
Loving in a responsible way
So these things we no longer have to say


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Womb for Sale?

Ever since a little child,
Away from the family he was kept,
His  protests were ruled out,
Searching for the reason,he silently wept.

No affection, love or bed time stories for him,
Always sad and dejected, his childhood was grim.
He longed for his mother's love,yearned for her time,
Unfulfilled desire of a little boy,what was his crime?

Away from home to Bangalore he was sent,
In a hostel to live alone,he had no intent.
Though dejected initially, he learnt to live alone, 
Study ,work and earn, he soon became a gemstone.

Career enhanced and to Mumbai he came,
Appreciated for work, he rose to fame.
He met a girl and friends they became,
Cupid Struck and in love he was lame.

Happily, they decided to tie the knot,
His neglected childhood, he totally forgot.
Happy in love and enjoying his fame,
Life for him became a successful game.

Then one day his mother called,
All his happiness was suddenly stalled.
She demanded his house and his money,
She dictated ... he abandon his honey.

He fought, protested and decided to abandon her,
She said something that made his eyes  blur.

"I hate your dad and your handicapped brother,
And sent you away,so I could join you later, 
I made dad pay for your education and so you earn
I gave you birth....so now you have to return"


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This Could Happen To You

I got so many bills I just want to cry.
Because on Social Security I have to rely.
On the side of the road you may see me as you pass.
I'm unable to drive and can't pay anyone gas.
One side of me won't function. Not many jobs I can do.
I struggle with buttons. Can't even tie my own shoes.
Where are we going? I ask you once more.
I can't remember your name, or even what you came for.
I Can't follow along. Every thing's a distraction.
I'm scared to speak up. Afraid to see your reaction.
They point and they giggle as I limp to my spot.
Some act disgusted, like I'm a disease to be caught.
Don't take things for granted. I know this to be true.
One day things could change. This could happen to you.


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What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


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Senior year

It's my last year of high school
I'm finally a senior
I will cherish my senior year
I know I will miss being a senior
I will miss my friends that I had made
I will always keep the memories of my friends

It's my last and final year
This is my senior year


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Alcohol

I hate the taste of alcohol
a squalid little drink
that twists the thoughts inside of you
and changes what you think

It takes away whats good in life
destroy's the growth of love
replacing it with bitterness 
it covers love in mud

its bitter innuendoes
it's thoughts provoking fears
With anger in the fights you share
your violence and your rage

the wholes within your budget
build room for lovers graves  
the cost of loving beer my friend
is suttle deep and strong

attacking home and family
to me my friend thats wrong
You blame your wife, your husband
your son, the friends you share

destroying life around you
with each and every year
yet still you keep on drinking
your liquid cruelty clear


Details | Sijo | |

Your Safe Now

<                         Safe Haven where others come when things go bump in the night
                              Abuse Homeless Protection Ordered   Greeted open arms
                                 Replacements of broken smiles caused by anothers demeanor act


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


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The Moth

Through tomes of strange mythology
   Floats music sweetened by the gods;
And secrets wrapped in mystery
   Dance daringly where knowledge nods.

My very soul I'd gladly sell
   (Were there a devil in a hell)
To learn the truths within that tune --
   But tiny wings can't touch the moon.


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My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


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Hurricane sandy

I remember the war in Iraq
Seeing bombs falling from the sky
And parents trying to comfort 
The children who were afraid to die

And I also remember some people
Who had happiness on their face?
As they watch on the news
And enjoy the war that was taking place

And then the long lines for gas
In Iraq that we see on Aljazeera
No one cares because they think
That could never happen in America

But who is in the kitchen 
Will be the ones to feel the heat
And some takes life for granted
That there will always be food to eat

Now I look at hurricane sandy
And the destructions that it has cause
And I’m sure many of those affected
Are those who was happy for the wars

Innocent lives are lost in sandy
And I feel the sorrow in my heart
Some lost everything they have
All I lost is gas for my truck to start

Is this god’s way of saying to all?
Super powers nations of the world
Change your evil ways today
Or more natural disasters will unfold

The people in war torn countries
Their lifes seems to have no meaning
They are being killed for just gathering
Or even if they are having a wedding

I wish i can make it stop now
But my voices are just one
And it hurt me to be so helpless
While all these atrocities go on

So sandy brings pain and emptiness
Like no one believe it could do
To people who think they were immune
From feeling pain and suffering to

Until the day Jesus returns to earth
There will be wars and hurricanes
Tsunamis, typhoons, earth wakes
So till then we humans will keep suffering


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Ode to H.W. Longfellow

  
		
In his chest, his heart to bare.
All the pain and sorrow there.
   
Fire! Fire!  Everywhere!
Screaming! Crying! In despair.
   
Vailiantly dashing the flames he chased.
The fire melting his loves life, cotton and lace.
            
Scars to hide, upon his face. 
Still Henrys quill went on to trace
.            
"The Cross of Snow", a sweet sweet lay.
Of the wife he lost on that sad day. 
            
His thoughts of Fanny would harken him.
And is now at rest, with his mighty pen.......
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





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Abandoned Soul

You step into the future
With every moment that
goes by,
Your charred and twisted soul
Doesn't question why...
All earth is yours for taking,
No other your equal, can be
You see but your bank account,
And that's your destiny,
Slicing through all human values,
As a machete' through the reeds,
You litter this sweet world,
With your selfish deeds

A soul as dark as Hershey's 
Dark chocolate, I would think
The actions that you take,
Makes the human race
seem to stink,
Yes, dear Arnie,
You have no conscience at all,
You laugh at other people,
When they take a fall

You cheat your customers,
You cheat employees too
You are the epitome
Of the shame that man can do

You left your soul somewhere
Surely it is not on this earth,
And when you finally die,
The angels will give you wide girth

How sad to betray those who
struggled,
To make you such a rich man,
So you could laugh as you
cheat them,
You just don't give a damn

So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life
Someday you will face a judge,
When you pass from this life
And St. Peter will not budge,
Allowing you no entrance inside,
The devil will call for you
For payment time has come,
And it's so very overdue.


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Stolen Youth

On one dark Saturday night
That was supposed to be happiest ever
Turned out to be my worse nightmare
That in a just short time, went from Heaven to never 

It was the night of my Junior Prom
And I thought I had the perfect date
I had one of the best dresses
And ended up getting raped

I felt guilty, hurt, dirty and betrayed
How was I supposed to show myself after this?
What did I do at the age of sixteen?
To deserve the trauma of what he called bliss.

Now that it is many years later
And I am wiser and grown
You are behind me, which is where you should be
And only my outward appearance is shown. 


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Teen Pregnancy 5: Out-Of-Control Teen Mothers

Those teen moms are and/or will have been up to no good, especially by going to unsupervised parties, doing drugs, and stuff. They had their babies not too long ago, but they continue their out of control ways, including by way of neglecting their own offspring? I mean, who in the world does that kind of stuff? It seems that the parents (thee mothers and/or the fathers) really should've kept their teen daughters locked up in their rooms and on top of all that, those underage girls, they never should've been teen mothers to begin with. On top of all that, those teen girls were supposed to concentrate on their education instead of messing around with those womanizing fiends. There's always a problem with teen girls-turned-teen mothers; they’re always having unprotected sex with multiple guys, drinking alcoholic beverages (vodka, beer, and rum, e.g.), using illegal drugs, and stuff. All teen girls should be ashamed of themselves, not taking care of the ones who’ve brought them into God’s green Earth. The only ones who’re responsible for getting those teen girls pregnant, thereby bringing the infants to this world are those dead-beat teen fathers. It’s their fault. They did this. They brought those kids into this world. What those teen girls should’ve done was to have told their loser boyfriends to use condoms, otherwise they never would’ve gotten pregnant. Not only have those out-of-control teen mothers put their own families at risk with their reckless behaviors, they also put their own children at risk, and it’s got to stop right here, right now!Those teen girls, they shouldn’t be mothers at an early age, let alone 13 or 17 and they definitely shouldn’t be putting their own children in a dangerous environment, thereby being harmed by those cold-blooded gang bangers and/or drug-dealers. The reckless behaviors of all teen mothers will have gotten their own children killed or worse. The employees of Child Protective Services and the local police are going to hear this. Everybody’s seeing multiple life sentences in the future and those teen mothers should not just be stripped of their parenting rights, they should also lose custody of their children. It’s making everybody sick just thinking about it. And if this type of ordeal continues to go on, it’ll lead straight to destruction. All teen guys, use condoms! All teen girls, keep your legs closed! And all teen lovebirds, keep your clothes on! No children until after education is completed and marriage!


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DAEP

Stuck here in this building,
Not easily amused,
This place is for the bad ones,
The ones mentaly abused.

So easily forgotten,
In this god forsaken place,
They make a point to take away
Our place in human race.

They suffocate our minds,
They take all our realities,
They take away our lives, 
And now they take our personalities.

So all of you back home,
The ones that have a choice,
Is there a place still in your heart,
For my pathetic voice.

I now shall feel forever lost,
In my beloved's minds,
Please Jacob don't forget me, 
Please dont leave my heart behind.


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Pernicious

another train passes
along the tracks of an addict
sweet liquid poppy 
never was a good parent
although one may be found
at your nearest stop and go
anything to escape
those white picket fences

many clean shaven men
have stepped from the closet
lost in a woman's world
as guilt sends them to repent
within a cenobitic community
it is there they learn true love
yet remain confused
by the closed door of confession
which has become just another closet

a sixty year old maiden teacher
has settled for early retirement
to pursue an education of bliss
forfeited for the benefit of others
deflowered by a tainted gardener
marking an early exit from life
another lesson taught......

Bob Shank-Nov. 21st, 2006


Details | Couplet | |

Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being


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Changes within me

Everyday i awake,
Seeing nothing has changed,
Its been 21 years since my eyes first peeked,
To see the world all amazed,
With new faces all around,
Laughing, patting, and grabbing my arms,
As i cried all my fears away,
The days gave way,
Till one day,
I lost all my innocence,
In a flight of a second,
And then my pupils opened,
To see the truth beyond, 
That everything that we do,
Everything that we want,
It is a cycle that never ends,
We seek forever,
We search whenever,
To find the sole truth behind our purpose,
To imagine a life without problems,
To imagine a day without struggles,
From the rich to the poor,
An economic burden,
From love to hate,
A social burden,
From life and death,
A survival burden,
Too many moments grasped in just a second,
Too many seconds in just a minute,
Too many motives in just one life,
Brilliantly put together in a sequence,
Some forgotten,
Some remembered,
Some chosen and some unexpected,
Yet as we move on,
As we see the big picture,
And as i dream on,
I shall awake another day,
Till my end,
To see that nothing has changed,
To see no one has changed,
Except me....


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Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


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Hurt I Learned

If I seem down,
forgive me.
Frowns I carry around,
live in me.
You may say,
you see right through me.
Your words untrue,
renew me.

The hurt I’ve learned,
brews in me.

If only you could,
re-design me.
Take time rewind,
refine me.

Recreate the mold, 
without lies I’ve told.
Give back, 
the soul I sold.

~JSLambert


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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I Don't Care

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Details | Tanka | |

Absenteeism

We agreed on this
I stamp on your toe, slyly
You cannot feel it
Eyes on what you want the most
This is why you kept me home.


Details | Shape | |

What Have You Done

what  have you done 
to me inside and out i thought 
art thou loved me but it was only 
lust that came into flames of hells 
fire and heavens light with only a singel 
heart beat left i am in tears bleeding black 
blood and till the day comes i am still dead 
in love with you and all of your lust.


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WYME 1

my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at  stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


Details | Prose Poetry | |

11009

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CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
They took a cart with four wheels scootered by me just to almost hit my foot they 
tried to run between the bus stop and the bench where eye was standing waiting 
for the bus just missing one that left me almost got the dust she flipped at me 
with her middle finger she had to knoe that eye was there she meant to make me 
feel bad so what she said he was not there at the stop yet  this old man found 
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things 
sarcasm is lost inside a deep dark hole I don’t want to take it with me overheard 
and listened to the conversation all anew again in my imprinted memory as I 
pen,  this; ODE to rudeness,  eye have been told there is NO LAW against cell 
phones or decent public conversations Its hard to see he is my poor brother eye 
keep my own needs simple and eye travel light, 
And keep all of Egypt on my back, but some people need the even more security 
a four wheeled   
Shopping –cart can afford them the demonic teachings of the classroom just 
made me realize that eye would leave my education in the great wastebasket of 
the sky eye would learn some other thing eye would leave the classroom without 
thinking never embracing death and the mark of the rejection of the lord the 
millennium mark the 666 mark of the beast called SATAN.
Rood        rud - Show Spelled Pronunciation [rood] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA 
Pronunciation, 
–noun 
1.	a crucifix, esp. a large one at the entrance to the choir or chancel of a 
medieval church, often supported on a rood beam or rood screen. 
2.	a cross as used in crucifixion. 
3.	a unit of length varying locally from 51/2 to 8 yards (5 to 7 m). 
4.	a unit of land measure equal to 40 square rods or 1/4 acre (0.10117 
hectare). 
5.	a unit of 1 square rod (25.29 sq. m). 
6.	Archaic. the cross on which Christ died. 
________________________________________
[Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE rōd pole, crucifix; c. G Rute rod, twig ] 
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 
2006.


Details | I do not know? | |

Meaning

Hollow words have beauty
Hollow words are dead
Life has had no meaning
With hollow words' Godhead

So speak your lies
So scream in tongues
Your hollow cries
Are not enough
The world will turn a deafened ear
The world will turn a deadened fear


Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Voices

Petes Story

Pete was 27 when his life changed forever
An honest man he lived life with endeavour
At 18 working as an apprentice and carving a life
At 21 he'd bought his own house got married had a child and wife

Holidays abroad twice a year a good husband and proud dad
He enjoyed a drink but it never got in the way of his love for his wife and his lad
But......the drinking turned to craving then addiction and Pete was caught in its grasp
He'd make all the promises to stop drinking but he would always relapse

Then came the excuses at work missing days turned to weeks then job lost
Then the bills and debts mounting his wife and son left hes paid a high cost
And now he walks the streets drinking cheap cider and meths
It wont be long now pete you'll be another stastistic on the list of down and out 
deaths

Jennys Story

As a young girl she had so many dreams
A pretty 12 year old gazing up at the tv screens
From an upper class family she had everything
Good education well mannered she had ambitions to sing

12 through to 16 her education flourished
Courteous well mannered physically and mentally well nourished
But....at 17 that all came crashing down around her
An accident took her family everyone even her mother and father

Feeling helpless and alone she took to the street
Its here she meets an alcoholic called Pete
He seems a decent guy he shows her the street life ropes
And they form a friendship recalling all there dreams and hopes

Hungry and cold her lifes no longer sunny
A stranger approaches her offering her money
Its her body hes after not asking but telling
Hes finished with her he throws her a tenner shes crying and broken the tears cant 
stop welling

So begins her life as a prostitute and it gets her by
Its not the life she wants but it gets her fed and keeps her dry
Her life spirals downwards her next stop is drugs
Her pimp supplies them to her.her dreams all gone she simply shrugs

But she will be joining her friend Pete soon as the drugs take hold
So here ends Jennys life forgotten her wasted body lifeless cold

Forgotten People

So spare a thought for these forgotten people who didnt choose this life
But were caught by addiction grasped by all its chaos and strife
Because they once had dreams and aspirations to fill
But the ugly shadow of addiction took away there will

Addiction is cruel it takes away choices
So lets not forget the Petes and Jennys of this world and there forgotten voices


Details | Limerick | |

UNDER THE FIRE

Under millions of stars...................eyes deeply fixed to the golden moon..............when dew on the grass is shinning like pieces of glasses...............on the bus to town................like a monkey on a tree,
With my favorite blue pen................sometimes draft in my cell..................the strongest bond love,
My mysterious pain.....................undying dreams.................never-ending hope.............................
Beautiful rhymes from my inner being............................a mental obstruct................struggles with lines.........................I write...........................hoping for some coins..................the bag to better my life.........................the clue..........................a shoe...........................ask even Valarie.........................add wit.....................sometimes filled with so much questions................may be its for perfection.....................intercession....................aren’t I  worth anything?.....................all my time a breath of pain............all stretched hands twinge me......................all my ambitions go wrong..................am but a wig.............my dreams are like birds.............everything a pack of misfortune..........................am dead beat of this oceanic pain......................sick of the waterfalls in my eyes....................the friendships that cleaves my heart out............................tired of the thorns raining from the skies.....................I hold on to prayers.......................I still hurt my bones........................am an apprentice of writing............................a millionaire in searching...... ................. trying to piece the rest of my dilapidated life............................yet the darkest days are ahead of me......................am rotting in pain.........................am carrying an album full of bad memories.....................my head is creating  successful future pictures......... ...........maybe the sun will shine once again........................maybe the color of life will return...........................maybe the planet will celebrate with me........................but now am still alone..........................if death wont silence the struggles of my existence........................i pray it will free me from this pain inside.......................now my ulcer is aching.........................i can’t afford the hospital. 


Details | Free verse | |

Stand Up And Fight {Poetry In Motion}

a womans humanity remains strong
regardless of the victimization
simply stand strong to opposition





Tribute To Abused Woman
Never Give Up The Fight


Details | Classicism | |

Noone Will Ever Take Your Place

Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you,
 I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do
 This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw.
I would give anything just to have you back, 
But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act.
Now your miles & miles away,
 If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. 
I just hope your happy and okay.
Since I cant tell you I love you to your face
 I'm writing you this poem to let you know 
our memories noone can erase and in my life
 noone will ever take your place.


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


Details | Narrative | |

A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


Details | Free verse | |

Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)



Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Free verse | |

Love vanished

Seven years have passed
since first I married him
Whence he succombed his bride
Yet when I told him of babe we’d due
it felt our love just withered up and died

For the man he changed,
no, the child we had not planned
Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied
I’d fallen, or bumped myself again,
backed him up, supported him, everything denied.

When babe was born,
I thought we’d learn to love
Try to make things work together with pride
But now cut off from all my friends in time,
it’s nursing I only now that I must bide.

Although I raise our child
I am so sad, my life has stopped,
when they play up I fret that you will chide
and fear that you’ll know not of when to stop
Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide.

Once grown up, at school a freedom found,
whilst you’re at work – your daily grind.
Lucky new friend we find to guide
us back to safety relieved, released.
Apart, I know head high that I had tried.


Details | Imagism | |

Family violence part 1

My Mother was a really cruel, and very soon you will see,
the way that she raised us all, was extremely mean,
She ruled us with a iron hands, and weapons by her side,
I'll describe to you one of the hidings I got, because I stole and lied.

READER BEWARE DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE FOLLOWS

I was no more than 10 years of old,  I had stolen some money from somewhere,
I'd been seen at the shop by her friend, spending up large with out a care.
when I got home and saw her friend, I knew what was coming next,
she asked, “where I had got the money”, I said I found it, or something like that.

She spun me around while screaming at me,
"Hold the tea towel rail".
She ripped my pants down to the floor, screaming again,
"I teach you to steal no more",

In that split second I could feel the fear raised, for I knew what was coming,
I started to buckle at the knee, feeling sorry for myself No please.
Trying to relax myself cause it would hurt a lot more, if I tensed at the wrong time,
sure enough I heard that whip in the air, as the jug cord flew for the first blow.

I screamed so loud I thought my voice would break, as I dropped to the floor,
Really stupid thing to do, screaming, it was just an invitation for more.
She picked me up by my hair, feet dangling in the air,
made me stand and hold the rail, again she whipped me with the jug cord.

Repeatedly she done this, repeatedly I fell
while yelling and screaming the lesson she was tying to tell,
I closed my eyes so tight, my head was in a daze
It was really really hard, to block out the pain.

Finally she screamed, “GET OUT OF MY FACE”, but I couldn't move fast enough,
So she starting bashed my face. 
defending myself was the wrong thing to do, 
it only made her more angry, she would beat me till I was blue.

Up by my hair again, just dangling about,
she ripped my head back and started to shout,
“YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME”
Threw me into the hallway, laying on the floor I wept.

Then I heard her footstep getting closer.

M.Mahauariki © 2012


Details | Ballad | |

HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
=====
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth

Rebirth

Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene
Achieved

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
=====
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art



Details | Ballad | |

The birth of a star

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend

Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight

The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight

As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun

Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given

Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


Details | Free verse | |

No No No

No No No it says
a little momento of a soul
with which I imagine I identify
 
I can see her there
crouched in the stall
armed with her key
scratching deep without restraint
blowing away the cloud
of the chalky wall
which sloughs off like snow
 
I can see her there
trying to rein in her eyes
the recent memory of numbers
and words
falling away like the skin
of the wall, in the stall
on the eighth floor of the study hall
 
I can see her there
clawing with fervor
hoping to share the damage
the frustration that singes
her chest, the regret
that shreds with the papers
in her fist, her best try
 
No, No, No
I imagine her slipping
away from a foothold
watching the flood waters rush in
and consuming the wall
her tower, reduced to sand
A witness to the aftermath
 
I know her-
this resounding no
is a way of life
and I, a college student
am not prepared
for my exam tomorrow
 
Oh no...no...no
 


Details | Free verse | |

Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


Details | Free verse | |

Time

Time ticks by,
Controls my life.

Bells ring for classes, 
Time dividing up our lives.

Why must I live like this?
Why not escape and be free?

Because time's everywhere.
It will always tick.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | Verse | |

Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Elegy | |

Dear La-Zette

I looked up to you and turned out just like you
You let everyone take advantage of you, me too

You didn't ask for anything in return 
It went on for years and you still never learned

How could you be so strong?
Trying to fit in where you didn't belong

I loved the way you looked me in the eyes
Telling me you loved me as you began to cry

How could you be proud of me?
I didn't even graduate, I got my GED

Now that I need you, you won't answer the phone
You won't even open the door to come home

My life has been so painful in the last year
I need you more now than ever mother dear

No hugs, no kisses, no late night talks
No more going in town, no more walks

How can you leave your own child behind?
Leaving me in this world to seek and find

You promised you'd always be there
You said this while brushing my hair

In the last year, I got married and it fell apart
He committed adultery, got caught, and broke my heart

I need some advice on what to do
I need you to help pull me through

Again you said you'd never leave, never say goodbye
You broke your promise, but at least I know why

I miss you MOMMY, I miss your touch
God tell her I love her, tell her how much




Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

I Don't Belong Here

I was born and raised here, 
In the hellhole, 
Called Monroe.
I don’t belong here.
That is horribly why,
I have to go.
I was warped here,
In the Hadean eon.
For what I could reckon,
No apparent reason.
I feel like I’m going, 
In circles steadily,
Traveling alone.

I hate this town. 
It did nothing ,
For me,
But had me believe,
For a very long time,
That I was in a place,
Where you must be
A certain way to be
Somebody.
That I was a nobody,
Going nowhere,
Getting nothing,
With nothing to share.

I don’t belong here.
I’m so disgusted,
 With this place.
I feel like an animal,
Not from the human race.
I am caged, locked up,
They won’t let me out,
Like I’m some type, 
Of wild beast,
With dark fur,
And eyes,
Gazing in doubt.

I really,
Really
Don’t belong here.
It’s so sad to say.
I feel like I’m,
In the prehistoric days
I don’t belong, 
In this place.
I don’t belong, 
In this place.
I don’t belong, 
In the place,
Where I was born,
And raised.



Wrote in August 2004, God brought it back to my mind, as I kept pondering today 7-31-09 
on how bad I want to return to end the madness that is going on in BR, God is calling me to 
be a witness to people in BR, but I feel that the people who can really feel me the most are 
the children who are trapped in  back wood Monroe.


Details | Rhyme | |

Cannabis Song

This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good. 
made is seem wrong,

It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy

So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best, 
Mayflower sails were too they passed the test,
1619 Jamestown settlers had to grow the crop,
It's absorbent fibers make the best cleaning mop.
clothing more solid and sturdy,
Eco-friendly for the fish and birdies,
replenishes soil with nutrients it once dropped,
known as the most efficient rotational crop,
artists for many years used the oil as paint,
use hemp money to pay for that date,
hemp oil could end the gas crisis,
Piss off Shell, Chevron, they don't like surprises,
Lets not forget the physical effects,
One of the best ways to let your body rest,
ointments for sore muscles and lotions for skin,
once it's ingested, ooh feels like a wonderful sin,
The many Cannabinoids help with cancer,
better than chemo not guaranteed to end the disaster,
Certain strains provide mellow for those with epilepsy,
imagine being the kid who just cant sleep,
take a dose once or twice a day,
they now see the sun's shiny rays,
Cant leave out the repair of brain cells,
the ones that alcohol beats up then bails

Why is it illegal you ask?
Politics wear the greatest masks,
Constantly paid off by corporate interests,
Wanted monopolies to bring them pocket book bliss,
Pharmaceuticals, DuPont, Randal Hearst, now Alcohol,
Couldn't stand the competition this “drug” brings at all,
To ensure the public wouldn't be informed,
Made GOV medical testing illegal and provided propaganda porn

So many other details,
but this must end sometime.
For some great information on cannabis
visit the http://NORML.org website




 





Details | Free verse | |

Bitter Pill

You can tear me apart with your words
That line by line wound deeper still
And yet you appear to not see the knife
you use to slowly bleed my soul.

No matter, for when in innocence
I relay back to those I trust 
to see if  my pains are misfelt
or misunderstood, they''ll fuel.

What I say to someone close
when hurt I deem to say in confidence,
that such conversation style with fact
is in own home should remain as that.

But wait, no, for there is a Judas among us
one who betrays such confiding.
For they will twist, turn and tear
every word taken for to assume gossip.

Chinese whispers,
a bit here, less there and then wait.
Telephone will ring
and then accusations outpour.

I would not mind, 
but this is second time 
after its come down to helping out
one who needs it at time.

There will not be a third
for within your jealous trinity 
I shall entrust no more.
For no need have I to play such games.

Lost you will remain
until such times as you realise
and apologise between you.
Where you'll hurt one another more.

Maybe then you will see
it was the one not from same mold
for that was indeed the one
who kept all quiet until now.

Knowing this one said this
That one does that
They did the other
'Tis no interest nor business of mine.

The one who for too many times
let the ice melt from her back
to warm with pleasantry once more
Even though she'd had enough long, long before.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Who Loves Ya Baby {Footle}

Love starts
    From heart
           
Sown daily
      For my baby

One look
  Got hooked

Only twelve
 Southern belle

Were apart
       How tart

Lives with dad
      Oh how sad

Shes my baby
    Quite the little lady


Hope she understands
      This was not in my plans

For God only knows
   As my tears flows

Please forgive me
         My little Jenny




Tribute To My
Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut


Note -

Due to my unknown illness my little girl
lives with her dad and it keeps me from
being a full time mom to her for when medicated
I lay in a unconscious state up to 9 hrs I been suffering
for over 20 yrs now and there is no cure just ways to make
sickness bearable with injections to tush lol


Also Entry For
John Heck's
Love It Heals & Hurts Contest


Details | Acrostic | |

Sad

Seasonal
Affective
Disorder

When
Evening

Night
Eventually
Ends
Disporportionally sooner

Lights
Inside needed
Great outside light diminished
Help needed
To end sad

(SAD is an illness that some people have when they don't get enough light in 
the winter and some people have an additional illness to getting too much 
light in summer which causes depression.)


Details | Couplet | |

Please dont fall Asleep

Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell me if it’s still appealing
Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what’s ok
Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away.
The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept
While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept.
No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow
This is real reality, not some entertainment show
Our children are not aware
That their future is in for a scare
Our youth are looking for role models and leaders
They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders
Wake up America,
We need a real change
Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange
They keep us busy in televised drama 
Currently immune, with no proper armor
While people are starving and walking around half alive
They are plotting our nation’s permanent demise
Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high
Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die!
Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead
A generation of angry lost young man
Creating baby’s that start the cycle again
The more eyes that now see
The more we can be
Brought back to truth and sanity
The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired
Democracy is being set on fire
You may question what you can do
If everyday each person changed just one view
We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new
The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care
We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there.


BY: Sabina Nicole
Written: 1-1-12


Details | Imagism | |

Family violence part 2

Then I heard her footstep getting closer.

READER BEWARE DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE FOLLOWS

This time she picked me up by my throat and pined me up the wall,
screaming at me, finger in my face while smashing my head on the wall.
Bashing my head in the air screaming "PUT YOUR BLOODY HANDS DOWN!",
again I was air borne, but this time I went flying into the lounge.

Curled up in a ball with my hands covering my head, I was crying hysterically,
she screamed again "GET UP RIGHT NOW, I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET!!!"
she pulled one of my arms and grabbed me by my ear, and up again I was.
screaming at me, PUT YOUR HAND DOWN, AND LOOK ME IN THE EYES!!!.

As I lowered my hands she started whacking my head screaming, "STOP CRYING"
over and over again.
Trying to summon the strength to hold it all in,
almost impossible, like trying to swallow soccer balls in my throat.

I managed to control it to like that hiccup kind,
Shaking and trebling hoping that I wouldn’t cry,
bearing in mind that I was still a child, 
my emotions I still, couldn't keep under control.

So much pain, My butt stung, my hair felt like it had been ripped out,
all dizzy and daze, my head throbbed, and there was a burn in my eyes.
but I finally did lowered my hands and I look her straight in the eyes,
WHACK I few again.

This time my face was on fire my ear rung so bad,
a high pitch screech inside my head, I rolled over and over in pain.
This time when she said get out of my face, 
I moved so fast I slide in the carpet and hit my face on the door frame.

Up stairs I ran, dived on top of my bed,
covered my face with my pillow, so my whimpers couldn't be heard.
trying not to cry, begging in my mind for it stop,
then I heard that sound….(Pacing) ….. my body shook.

I knew it wouldn't be long, before she worked herself up,
Pacing back and forth talking to herself,
justifying the reason’s I need more.
I just wait for the stomping to get closer to my door.
 
True to form it happened.

The poem I have just told is a true story, cause it did happen to me,
this was only one time,  I'd had hundreds more before I hit my teens.
Back in my day family violence was never talked about,
It was happening everywhere, just about every house. 

Family violence is wrong and it needs to be stopped,
but this will never happen, if you voice doesn’t shout out.
Don't be like me, riddled with fear and shame,
someone out there cares, just tell them about your pain.

M.Mahauariki © 2012


Details | Senryu | |

What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


Details | Pantoum | |

The Cargo

The hull of the boat was full
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
To clamp the irons on brother

Lying so close to each other
The stink in the hull was death
To clamp the irons on brother
The boat moving pitching beneath

Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
The stink in the hull was death
The hull of the boat was full


Details | Didactic | |

THE DAZZLING ILLUSION

A CHILDISH GIGGLE,
WOLF CRY ROUSED.
THE TIRED WOMAN ON BED.
THE GIGGLE CAME AGAIN IN  
DIRECTION OF BATHROOM,
WHO KEEPS A ROOM FULL OF TOYS?
DAZZLER, SO THEY CALL LIKE MORNING DEW
THIS SOON MELTS.
DAZZLERS, GLITTERING LIKE GOLD BUT NOT GOLD.
DAZZLER, WHAT DAZZLES
THE INCURABLE PAIN OF UNCERTAIN DAYS.
THE EMPTY PROMISES WITH THE DAZZLING ILLUSION.
THE STRONG WILL TO LIVE,
BY THE GIFT OF LOVE,
IS THE STRENGTH OF ONES? 
YES, THE STRENGTH IS LOVE, 
LET WADE THIS POOL OF PAIN 
TOGETHER IN LOVE IS WHAT DAZZLES.


Details | Acrostic | |

Towers

Towers
Tall                            Structures
Offering                     Shelter
Withstanding              Blows
Evaporating               Lives
Raping                      Families
Security                    Needed



An acrostic poem about the twin towers of 911.


Details | Verse | |

Drugs

I havent saw the light of the sun,
am sitting here in the coldness.
With many people around me.
We want to get out but we cant 
we shall cry day and night missing our family.

We havent saw our family for years and months,
all we were able to see and hear their vocie
is off a phone and on the t.v we communicate with.
I always wish to see them again but sometimes we cant 
I want life to go back since the day I was born but it cant.

I want to have the opportunities that many kids have today
but I started to smoke weed i thought it was cool but not no more,
I quit school at age 12 and now am in jail.
I just dont want you to end up here were i am now.
Drugs is not going to take yhu no where.
And now i should die here alone...


Details | Couplet | |

Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too




In Loving Memory 
       of 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }


Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }


Details | Free verse | |

It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


Details | Lyric | |

The Last Class

We entered the last last that one final day
"It's our last class with you, Mr. Daniel," one student dared to say.
The teacher read us a story, pausing to wipe away tears
Then he told us things we'll cherish for years.
Promises of friendship, email addresses exchanged
Whether we liked it or not, our lives were about to change.
"If you need me, I'm here," said the teacher, much wise
"I'll be your friend," he told us, brushing tears from him eyes.
"I don't do this every year; this time is special."
"I'll help you out when, with trouble, you meddle."
"Everyone makes mistakes, we all have our goofs."
"OSS doesn't kill you; we have suffecient proof!"
Sometimes people are given to us for a reason
They stay just a while, maybe a season.
But however you came to ma, as on to greater things I dash,
I will forever remember you; especially the last class.


Details | I do not know? | |

Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted


So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing


Details | Free verse | |

Don't let it slip away

Stripped, abused and tortured.
Help me, my life's but one -
Don't let it slip away!




Authors notes

Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death By Words

I am me but it isn't enough.
 The kids at school don't like me too much.
 My family's poor; I can't afford nice clothes.
 All of my socks have holes in the toes.
 I have 2 pairs of jeans I wear every other day.
 I try keeping them new but they won't stay that way.
 I like different music but they think it's whack.
 Being Black, I should only listen to R&B and rap.
 I'm very good at school because I'm very smart
 But they try to hurt my feelings by calilng me a retard.
 They say that I am stupid and they also call me dumb.
 They say that I will never amount to be anyone.
 They push me in the hallway trying to pick a fight.
 Sad and depressed, I push through with all of my might.
 The girls talk about me on Facebook and the guys find it funny.
 They talk about my appearance and how I am so very ugly.
 I hold my head up at school but at home I always cry.
 They talk about me daily and I really don't know why. 
I'm too black, too tall, too smart, too poor...
 All I want to do is disappear through the floor.
 They don't know I'm funny, nice, kind, and sweet.
 They'd prefer to talk badly about me to everyone they meet.
 Am I too scared to face them and say what's on my mind?
 Or maybe I'm not mean enough because I am too kind...
 I try to listen to my teachers who advise me to walk away
 But my bullies follow me to torment me every single day.
 My grades start dropping because I can no longer focus.
 I get in trouble at home because education is a must.
 All I want to do is go to school without getting picked on.
 All of this external negativity is making me withdrawn.
 I used to be so happy and now, I don't know what that is.
 I have no idea how much more I can take of this.
 I hate how I've given them the power on how to make me feel.
 They've caused scars so deep that I wonder if I will ever heal.
 Why did God make me so different? Why am I so disliked?
 I just want to be pretty and cool so that I can be liked. 
I'm tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of being scared. Tired of crying.
 I feel small pieces of me slowly and constantly dying.
 No one to talk to because no one understands.
 Now I am no more and it's caused by my own hands.
 The kids at school didn't like me too much.
 I tried to be me but it wasn't enough.


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


Details | Tetractys | |

My Dear Friend You Are Not Forgotten

my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel






Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops


Details | Couplet | |

I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


Details | Light Poetry | |

TO MUCH MONEY

some have it all
winter summer or fall
they party and have a ball
to them everything funny
spend on there bunny
always looking for more honey
some have 
TO MUCH MONEY


Details | Lyric | |

Destiny To Die

We die in these streets as if it's fate
blood boiled by tragedy'f hate
so it hurts to see the brothers body dropped
4 more steps needed but his ass flopped
runnin' with that make-shift crew he had
little boys so soft tryna act bad
yet to realize what we goota do
die, get shot, and now we cryin' foo'
but when eyes dry from teary state
mournin' now as we make eerie wait
destinies to die eyes feel dreary
but I hope that the killa's fear me
so I can in these streets breathe easy
instead of clashin' live freely
How can a brotha wipe his eyes dry
endless the questions always ask why
reflection of death in the mirror
strong and able bodied paul bearers
but even though foredestined to die
In my heart I know we'll always cry

we'll always cry


Details | Rhyme | |

UGLY FIDELITY

Wake up oh Indian brothers,
Shake up from your deep slumber
Take up your strides towards the charter, 
For yours is a deep bluffer.
Shook up the doors of the world body, 
For the shake of justice, peace and equality,
For constitution of ours is source of power for caretakers and others.

Promises justice to all,
But directs it with ease, 
Justice to rich, justice to powerful is its most vicious deed,  
So what, don’t challenge,
For you will be caught for your indulgence in this series.

Peace what is it?
For we are out of touch since eighties,
Punjab in fire, Kashmir in dire,
Assam in fear, Andhra in tear,
For what is the fate next year.

Pigeon for peace, 
Hovering without its wings,
Is the case next year.
Whenever there is a tension,
It is making its apprehension,
But sorry to mention, 
That it is making the situation more eruption.

In the name of equality,
It is making a great deformity,
By dividing its brothers and sisters,
Into different statutory. 
Can you find anywhere in the world,
Like schedule castes, schedule tribe facility
Laid down in its share.
How can we accept equality,
With such discrepancy
Which is rather a priority.
Equality to all
Is the motto of the world,
But sorry to call
For it is not the case here at all.

What is the reason for such division?
Done to its citizen?
Is it for the creation of new region?
Against its tough unification.

Come up oh! Indian brothers and sisters,
With this plight of ours,
To the international court (court of God) of savers,
To ask for peace, justice and equality,
In favor against all odds and tough measures,
With the faith that
“we shall overcome some day.


Details | Bio | |

Think

I think to find what I seek, but what I seek is something I can not think of
For what I seek is to serve, serve my country
For when I grow I will change to find the light to the path to serve as a woman soldier and if I shall die I want you to think I died, but I died trying, serving. and saving the lives of the people to bring peace and harmony to the people of my country


Details | Narrative | |

Empty

A great sadness has settled down upon me
a misty cloud of cold
I can hardly breathe
and I can barely see
and I'm damp and chilled
and in need of the scent of my lover.

A sometime intellectual but hardly
more than animal in my excruciating desires,
I leave my desk and go out on the street
to pace around the building in the dark
and wish I smoked
so I could fill these empty hands.


Details | Lyric | |

Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Marjorie at School

Marjorie laughs when others laugh 
not understanding the humor that is her 
Popular Marjorie
Entertainment for future prom-queens
Meat for bullies 
A lunchroom pastime 

Pimple-faced Marjorie 
Simple-minded Marjorie 
Let's put Marjorie on 
Its so fun
Pretend that you like Marjorie then put her down
she falls for it every time

We discuss Marjorie's grades
social studies, math, English
Dismal-failure Marjorie
No room for her here
like waving at the blind or
shouting to the deaf 
What's the point?
Better off in functional skills

We do our best to 
Keep Marjorie from physical harm 
Ignore her daily-beaten soul
Feed her useless facts
Keep her from getting in the way of the real children
and
Move her along until... 
Until what?
We have not a clue 

Through it all
Marjorie smiles


Details | I do not know? | |

HOW TO KILL A MONSTER

When the monster has arrived home from it daily place of employment, 
You simply wait for it to settle into its old worn-out chair.

Then the monster asks for the chilled glass sitting in the refrigerator.

You remove the chilled glass from the refrigerator.

You place the chilled glass on the kitchen counter.

You add a few pieces of ice into the chilled glass.

You finally add half a bottle’s amount of Apricot Brandy 
and watch the monster takes its first nightly sip.

You repeat this process Every Two to Three Hours.

You repeat this process Hour by Hour.

You repeat this process Day after Day.

You repeat this process Week after Week.

You repeat this never ending process Year after Year.

And You Repeat this Process for Fifteen And Counting.

And You Wait for the Shut-Down of the Monster’s Liver.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Let Truth Be Told, Part 1"

Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.

Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.

Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.

P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hear my voice

Hear my voice,
Imploring you for a better life condition.
Can’t you see my life is purposeless?

Hear my voice,
Begging for help to pursue my education
Can’t you see my dream is vanishing away?

Hear my voice,
Screaming for the reflection of happiness
Can’t you see that my goal is unreachable?

To be in love is to be not heartless,
To show compassion is to hear my weary voice
Lamenting for dire relief and assistance to heal my soul.


Details | Free verse | |

What are we doing to us?

What are we doing to our planet? 
Processing oils, 
pumping air with oxides;
be them sulphur, 
or nitrogen gas.
Burning coals,
manufacturing chemicals.
Making acid rain -
burning our -
dumb ass!


Details | Free verse | |

Testicular pain

internet doctor
these are my symptoms
This is everything wrong with me
a list of complaints i have noticed
hoping there is something i can do
to bring back my health
and hopefully pull through

Lists of complaints
everything i can think of wrong with me
from my backpain and insomnia
to the shortness of breath
the throbbing in my right testicle

Stress isn't the proper word
but it does go along with my depression
constantly itchy
loss of interest in everything
nauseas from time to time

Nervous breakdown maybe
five months ago
now spiritually impoverished
feeling like i can't take anymore
however the voice in my head tells me i'm gonna be fine

hyperventalating out of boredome
the constant obsession of trying to make sense
out of the confusion

Internet doctor
i'm sure there must be one
a list of physical ailments
just don't take this on unless your ready to realise
i have everything wrong

Herpes New year
Mental health Industry
dirty blood on the wall of a crime scene
medicated to slow down my OCD thinking
Testicular pain
the depression coming back
guilt feelings and regret for a life of being wrong
hard on myself for everything
driven to drink
and wanting to self medicate
dual diagnosis would be a blessing to me
and i would't be able to function on all the different prescriptions
you try to prescribe me

pills for stress
pills for my blood
pills for my heart
pills for my thoughts
pills for the rash
pills for my moods
and now i have testicular pain living in a town with dirty water
they say its not the water doctor
but before you cut my junk off
can i ask you a question
do you think it was the pills?

I dont see the point anymore
suffering is soo much better
im sure eventually you will sell me suicide
to make yourselves feel better


Details | I do not know? | |

Sunflowers

You can stand among them without being afraid
Many of these faces look friendly enough
Even though the world has hardened them
They look friendly enough
So friendly that you begin to 
Long to be one of them
You want to forget your problems
Because being you hurts too much
They look friendly enough
But masked behind those friendly faces
Is a pain
Somewhat like your own
They are just better actors




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Young Mother

There is emptiness in my heart, I want to be loved unconditionally and true,  
There is no one to hold me or always be here...
 A child of my own will ease my fears, I let myself say...
 A love of my own flesh and blood, a baby of my very own, one who will love me 
No matter what and will be with me always... 
Now this life is growing in my young womb, 
I am only sixteen and reality has set in.... 
So many questions I never had before, worries on my mind more and more.
 I am so all alone, how could this be? 
Where is the father of my child to be? 
No money or home for my child and I to go... 
I am sad and scared and no one evens knows... 
I am his mother, the only way for him to survive,
Now that it's too late I ask myself why?
 A child myself, I break down and cry. 
I was naive and selfish and too young to understand.
My freedom has been stripped from me and my future is gone, 
My baby and I have nothing to rely on...
 So I strive to provide all that he needs as I go without so my baby can eat. 
I am forced to grow up, my hopes and dreams disappeared, my childhood is only 
a memory, I fear...
The love for my child is more than words can say and strong until the end...
But I miss my inner-child, my hopes and dreams, my youth and me...
My only best friend.


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Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


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My Anexity

My anxiety is something I live with, each and everyday, most days I forget I have it because it's become normality, some days are better than others, then some aren't so great, then the days where it's really bad where I just want to hide away. When it actually started, i'm not really sure, thinking back as far as I can I think it was when I was a child, I use to have these strange feelings, each day when I came home from school, as I got closer to home my heart would beating faster too. There are three kinds of attacks I get, only one can I control, the other two can sometime take me off to another into world, to caught up in emotions, as all the feelings build up inside, understanding my triggers now is going to my my next fight. The first one isn't to bad fleeting thoughts here and there, feel a little bit anxious but I tell myself there nothing to fear. being a little anxious sometimes I'm quick to snap, but I know when I'm in this stage because I can put my self in check. The second one I can cope sometimes like the one I having now, been going anxiously up and down for almost six hours. I don't like people annoying me, because I get over anxious real fast, A lot of the time I sit in silence just trying to ride it out. The last one I really hate, this is when I lose the plot, disillusioned by paranoia and fears, this one I cant stop. when I hit that state my life becomes a misery, I try my best to describe exactly how it feels to me: Someones got my lungs trying to strangle me to death, feels like I'm having a heart attack, gasping for breath, room is starting to spin as the wall's start closing in, feeling claustrophobic and itchy with in my own skin. Trying to shake it off only heightens it, by 10, then I could be off on another planet, speaking Latin, nothing makes sense, drifting in and out of reality, this is how my anxiety can sometimes effect me.
M.Mahauariki © 2012


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I'm Out Of Here {Footle}

if you 
    feel blue

           can't forgive
                 just snive

                         the one
                             your son

                                        you love
                                             because

                                                   you won't
                                                         and don't

                                                              love 'em 
                                                                   leave 'em

                                                                            for long
                                                                                   he's gone



Please let your son's and daughters know
they are loved and wanted no matter what

This is my entry for Jim Fish's Contest
Love And Forgiveness


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I've Been Saved { Seven By Seven }

staring out the windows bay
                                           in this wheelchair I now stay
                                            never listened to  Mom  Dad
                                            about dangers of a cave's fad
                                            lit a match thought I was brave
                                           hidden gasses now friend's in grave
                                            I give Thanks for I've been saved









True Story Dear Friend
Is Confined To Wheelchair



Learn About Caves
 Before Ya Go Exploring
For They Hold Deadly Gasses


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When Words Can Kill (2005)

The names of stone that were thrown at me I thought could kill
Everyday at school was like rolling down a hill
I out on a brave face and watched every other fool
It was a death sentence going to school
Now time has gone on and life has grown
The world has evolved and I am not alone
I heard that name and turned my head
The same fool that shot me dead 


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Then and Now

In the beginning God did create
In seven days, a perfect place.
Man and beast, trees and hills,
Rugged lands and daffodils.
Clear were the skies, clean was the air,
No need to have a Smokie the Bear.
The trees were tall,
Yet some were small,
Wanting to be a tree so tall.
Animals played in the sun all day
While butterflies fluttered
In the skies, did play.

And that was then……….

And now……..


Like the belly that is never satisfied,
We kept building and building
And hurting the skies.
We destroy the lands everyday,
This was never God’s intended way.
The drilling and spilling of the earth’s inner core
The melting of glaciers, crying out “no more!”.
The sink holes promising to refill the lands,
All at the dangerous hands of man.
Bombs being ignited and sent to and fro,
Rockets meddling in the heavens to go.
We’ve damaged our planet,
What’s another two or three?
Soon our air won’t be fit to breathe.
The water is weak and the fish are dying,
But it’s at our hands, so why are we crying?
The endangered list is growing daily,
But it’s at our hands, because of our killings.
The summers are hotter, the winters are colder
I wonder if we could be so much bolder.
We can’t blame God, it’s not his fault,
We are destroying His world, our melting pot.
We had our Eden, and then we left,
To try and improve, all that we kept.
We shunned all we had,
We played with free will,
Let us think, what is left for us to kill?
We’ll knock down the mountains
From the inside out,
And then we will cry and shout,
Because of the droughts.
The natural basins will all wash away,
Then there won’t be a place
For all the children to play.
The fields will all drown
And the crops won’t grow---
We’ll put up our tractors, rakes and hoes.
Disease will quickly fall into place,
This will be the end of the human race.


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Orphaned

Paint a picture in 10 words exactly.


Destitute 
Derelict
Despondent
Huddled wrapped
Cornered, wind abates
Infant slumbers


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My Beautiful Son

The room goes dark
The silence surrounds me
Slowly my heart begins to harden
My mind begins to race with
Thoughts of you my beautiful son

Then the why’s and what ifs flood my mind
My heart grows harder
Living without you is becoming too 
Painful

Suddenly I can feel the warmth
Of your touch on my shoulder
You wipe a way my tears
I now feel you inside my heart

Helping me to go on without you
The longer you are with me
Living day to day becomes easier and less painful

Knowing you are in my heart and 
Will never leave
Makes life easier

Our memories will go on
I will never forget
You my beautiful son
You will forever be with me
I will never let you go but
I will go on 


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


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Who are we to Judge(2004)

If we were all perfect what would be the point of all this?
There are times when we hit and there are times when we miss

Lighten your judgment and maybe you can understand
You’ll never know how desperate they were when sinking in quicksand 

Its very easy to make a mistake
Let your inner voice wake
You point the finger and then all eyes turn to see
That could have been you or me

Its easy to give them the blame
Do you ever think that maybe you may be the same?

When you talk bad you clean them with your tongue 
I suppose then all their prays are sung

Our negative feeling never seem to budge
No ones perfect and who are we to judge


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The brush that doesn't paint (2005)

It’s in my head but my head won’t paint
The brush breaks and the colour is too faint
There’s a missing screw
Faulty parts where confidence won’t glue
When will my mind act rather than think?
When will my words be longer than a blink?
Its so easy to write
But when I go to talk my lips are tight


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Frustration level boiling point

Frustration level
Boiling point
Rather an understatement today
For each time I've sat
To write new works
My laptop does not play

On ten minutes
Off the next
My blood it starts to boil
I'm rather patient normally
But today it takes it's toil

Curser locks 
And I can't get 
to type another thing
Then adding insult further more
It turns self off 
Just to ignore

Sore comment passed
As through teeth I grimace
And five hours on
I still try with it
To system restore 
Love back in it!


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Treading Paths To Come

As we move on looking ahead,
Remember all things we've done or said,
Cherishing all moments of the past,
Looking to the future that once passed us
by fast,
Going on dream by dream,
Try to look up no matter how hard things
may seem,
Don't stop to look back,
Some things may only appear dim and black,
You'll move on to start a new chapter,
Walking ahead with many memories some
filled with tears and some of laughter...


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Yellow Bananas (Part II)

                   We had a relationship that never was.  She was my best friend.  We 
were spiritually inclined and emotionally attached to one another, but whether or
not we felt amorously toward each other was never clearly seen, understood, or 
maybe, just not acknowledged.  However, whenever anyone else would interfere 
with "our time" together, we felt jealousy pull at our heart strings and were not 
afraid to let each other know how we felt.  And in turn, we endeavored to be more 
understanding and considerate toward one another and our other friends.
                   Without realizing how soon and abruptly things would have to change, 
I thought now would always be like then, when we were inseparable, anticipating 
shared moments.  Now, she's going home for the summer, and I'm graduating 
and just going home.
                   "Things are changing," I said within myself, suddenly coming back to 
my senses at the end of my thoughts, as we stood saturated cheek to cheek in 
that sweet embrace.  Slowly we separated, and Vicki got into her car and closed 
the door. 
                   "I love you, Stacey," she said rolling down her window and wiping tears 
and rain from her rosy cheeks.
                   "I love you, Vicki," I said, as we hugged again through the window.  I 
didn't want to let her go in the reality of the moment.
                   But she said, "This is hard for me, but I need to go before the tears 
start falling again."  As I reluctantly nodded, she rolled up her window and slowly 
drove away. 
                  I watched her to the end of the road waving until she was out of sight.  
Then tasting salt, I returned back through the Student Center past the "Smooch 
Room" onto the Cafeteria.  As I sat and peeled a banana I remembered her 
words, "There are no good good-byes until the next hello."
                 I still love her.


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HISTORY OF THE BLUES

this don't miss
blue still excist
goes back to  the shack
when slave was on rack
with backpacks
came from bad news
some that sad 
blues story is about bad
love and low down clown
its still to rounds
its well school
the 
HISTORY OF THR BLUES


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REALIZATION OF A LONELY ONE

Nobody knows the grief in me 
Nobody knows the misery I feel 
Loneliness feels to be eternally destined for me

Where is that lady for me? 
But I guess I’m being a bit over zealous cause I’m only 18 

But being in love with 
being in love 
makes it difficult to wait patiently 

but I haven’t truly waited cause 
I’ve searched unthinkingly
So I guess it’s time to stop because 
I’m looking where it seems not to exist and all just like and mistake infatuation 
for love

It’s said you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone
So am I divinely appreciative of this because I’ve obviously yet to experience this 
mental, emotional, physical, and most of all spiritual intimacy I so long for 
Like an orphan for the love of their birth mother

Maybe it’s not a divinity personified appreciation 
I think the saying is wrong 
Or not so much wrong as it is incomplete 

Yes it’s true when something is lost it is truly appreciated
But and seen so much and not experienced it is appreciated beyond means

So all that hear this pray
Cause if you’re going through what I’m going through you can only rely on God to 
truly guide you
And please pray for me because I’m praying for you 
Cause those of us who put ourselves in this land of loneliness need it
And I thank you Lord for giving me these words. Helping this lonely one to stop 
searching for what is not meant to found but shall come to me when it is 
suppose to 
If it is suppose to 
With saying this I am gaining the virtue of patience
Waiting for love to make its appointment with 
Me 


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The Day The Man Cried

In the middle of the night
Awaken by a crackling sound
Parents jump hit the ground
Get out, get out shouted with might

Children scattered every way
Eight boys, three girls were saved that day
The parents with their two brothers
Hoovered close to the others

The oldest son grabbed a table
With kerosene lamp, as he ran
Down the steps with a bounce
Followed by all the kids

God had mercy yes he did
Soon the word got spread 
To all the neighboring folks in towns
Love unbounding poured around

Wagons loaded with what people
Could spare, everyone giving a share
Slowly came into view, showing mercy
Not just a few

That was the day my daddy said
His dad broke down
And his heart bleed
He was touched by God's love


That was spread abroad
In God's people one and all

(This on insident that my father told of his childhood. He said that it was the only time that 
he saw his father cry.  His father was a very stern man and he had to be somewhat to be 
able to make it  because he lived by renting a farm from someone and farming to make 
money to pay the rent.  It was just another form of sharecropping.  He had to be tough to 
make it.)


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A Normal Life

I never thought how is hard a normal life?
Nobody cares as we are waiting over hours.
I am retired served life as a high rank officer,
I managed more than a thousand a day.

Only a receptionist, she has to serve a queue,
Also listening calls and comes back normal,
We are only three today others are sick,
Don’t mind we shall cooperate you nicely.

When I turn came I normally asked to complain,
It is n’t a matter someone is sick or absent,
Manager must have to make such arrangements,
Those can’t harm to anyone, very poor, I feel sad.

Would you like to stand in a queue so long?
Perhaps not, do you know we all are senior?
Sitting on the chairs and come back to stand,
If we are young that’s much difference.

A young person never cares can’t hold patience,
If I as a senior loosing heart how can he?
I shall write to management for responsibilities,
We all were responsible when we hold jobs.


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You seduced your student

(This is a fictional poem)

You committed a serious crime.
You'll be in prison for a long time.
You seduced a thirteen year old student and I don't understand why.
I used to think that you were a pretty decent guy.
You were fired and arrested and your wife got a divorce.
You molested that teenage girl and you don't even feel remorse.
Because of what you did, that poor girl's life will never be the same.
You are despicable and you should be ashamed.
You appeared to be an honorable man, you really fooled me.
It scares me when I think of who else you may molest years from now when you 
are set free.


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Quickstudy

 Quickstudy 
Quickstudy 
 
 
Have you ever asked someone for help with homework and got dissed they say 
whoa you want my help or you are just wanting me to DO THIS? There is no way 
to stay a friend the girl is not the best and she is married to her test she cannot 
aid and abet the criminal in you she will not make an animal of you she will not 
help you and it is likely that you will fail in life at everything you do and falter and 
then fall no motor car no stall to buy and sell no you are a cheater after all is said 
and done there is no one that can do the work you want the girl is on her phone 
now to everyone that she shares numbers with to tell them you're a bum. And 
then the time for class has come and you do not have the answers you wrote 
them on the bones of all the people that you killed to be someone go and read 
them after dark in the text of wishing land to be a doctor or a doctor here or a 
doctor there. 



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To the Victims of Abuse

 

This is for all the ones who have been battered and abused,
   From battered wives to little ones and the elderly that have been used.

To those that prey on the weaker ones your day will come,
   And people will see you for what you are, just low life scum.

The majority of those that victimize, themselves are usually weak.
   They are inferior in everyway, so the helpless are the ones they seek.

They generally make their threats behind closed doors where no one sees,
   Where they can have their way and no one can hear your pleas.

When a child is raised up and sees his father treating his mother this way,
   Many times he’ll wind up doing the same and think it’s okay.

So to the women who find themselves in this situation,
   Get out of their as quick as you can and head to the nearest police station.

File on him for the things he has done and don’t go back,
   No matter what he says, they’re just lies for it’s morals that they lack.

If you go back it will only get worse for you and whoever else there may be,
   Cause then they know they own you and will never set you free.


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Mentor and Tormentor

a skinny, dreamy-eyed boy in a suburban Jesuit school 
showed up in your English class...to learn a bit of class.

you taught me Milton, introduced me to Stevenson,
made this boy make sense out of words 
directly lifted from some popular tunes;
I learned the power of the written word -
you taught me well, teacher.

you corrected my grammar, fixed my structures,
differentiated between verbs and participles,
showed me rhymes, showed me reasons –
how well you taught me, teacher.

now I’m grown-up tinkering with words without
your guidance and doing just fine, thanks to you;
a testament to how well you shaped, molded me - 
you taught me well, teacher.

I tried writing songs and lyrics that made sense,
remembering the lessons you handed me down  
long ago, the imprints and legacy you left me -
you taught me oh so well, teacher.

after many years passed we met once again…
hey, how are you, teacher, how have you been?
how have you been yourself, Fred, it’s been quite  
a while, let’s get together again soon.

showed you a few of my stuff, showed you some
of my lines for critiquing, for things I may have
missed; you started off with a poem I had hoped 
to turn into a song, one of the few  that I was
quite so proud of, a labor of sweat and love…

which you then returned complete with your
editing, or was it fault-finding? putting me in a
shock for after your thorough dry-cleaning, 
none of it remained, swept by a tornado.

you wanted me to change almost everything  
and rewrite them according to your style, 
leaving me practically with nothing but the title!

well, thanks, teacher, for everything, I don’t need   
your critique, this is not high school anymore;  
no thanks for making me feel like I was the   
dumbest boy in your high school English class.

You were my mentor once and I thank you.

Now you’re a tormentor and I don’t appreciate it at all.



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An Angel Came to Roberts Hall

An angel sat at the foot of my bed
And laid his hand upon my leg
After I fell asleep from a night of tears
In a lonely hell and fetal position.
I never saw his face or form,
But I felt God's overwhelming peace
And the place where his hand had lain.
In the morning when I woke afresh,
I saw the place where my angel sat;
Realizing that the next year would hold
The answer to my loud cries and tears,
I made my bed and packed my bags
And unlocked my bare room door.
Going outside, I felt born again again
Thanking God for Roberts Hall's womb.


My First Year at Shorter College


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Helping Others?

Helping Others? 
are you sure that ewe are helping others 
can you give a dollar to someone smoking a cigarette 
do i need to find a partee to go to and donate 
dont they already have too much 
i must procrastinate today 
i cant give to those that have a lot 
i just will not try to relate 
i have a different fate -------sometimes-------- 
i like to give to my poor brother 
the only problem there 
is his own hate 
he sends me away with all of my goods 
with just a word he says 
go 


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An Unborn Baby's Wish

Oh how I wish they would keep me,
together how happy we could be.

I know I wasn’t expected,
when they went unprotected.

They were young and couldn’t wait,
so getting pregnant was their fate.

I often hear mommy and daddy fight,
but they think they know what is right.

Oh how I hate to hear her cry,
because I don’t want to die.

I’m not wanted at all I know,
however I continue to grow.

I can see my hands and toes,
feel my little stubby nose.

Oh please just give me a chance,
your life I know I could enhance.

I won’t be a nuisance or get in the way,
let me live is what I pray.

Many opinions people gladly did voice,
yet it is up to you mommy to make a choice.

I’ll love you mommy no matter what you do,
hopefully soon I’ll get to see you.

I would have been proud to be your son,
however my life was over before it ever begun.






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GOODBYE

What lies ahead for us?
Where do we go from here?
These are some questions we ask
Now that graduation’s near.

It’ll be a bittersweet day
When we gather our things to pack,
And walk out those center doors
Knowing there’s no going back.

As we reminisce of all the good times
We’ll all be somewhat sad,
Our directions now in the future
And no longer on what we had.

As a student this will be
Our last journey through the hall,
For next time we will visit
And see our picture on the wall.

Well, class is almost over
It’s almost time to go,
The years go by so fast now
They used to seem so slow.

For almost thirteen years 
We’ve called this place home,
But now it’s time to leave
Through it we’ll no longer roam.

As I close my locker door
I hold back the urge to cry,
And take one last glance around 
The leave and wave good-bye.


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A forge coin

I still remember,
The day was very hot,
Sun was at the top head,
Road was completely burning,

Air was totally calm,
Sweat was bathing a body,
Trees were quiet to keep their shadows,
Birds were still singing on the branches,

Both sides on the road,
There were very big houses,
Fans and coolers were active,
To reduce the outer burn.

A bucket was on her head,
She came to finish her cleaning job,
A hawker was selling Ice,
Her naked son has irritating demand,

He was wearing natural skin,
His bare feet was walking slow,
She was pulling him,
When hawker came to her,

She freed a coin,
From one corner of her scarf,
Hawker refused her to take it,
She has a forge coin,

She was abusing him,
Was he a rich man?
Why he gave it to me.
A bastard beggar.


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Our Pain

I've seen many horrible things
I have nightmares, no pleasant dreams
I'm reminded of my past
Everytime I go to sleep

You don't know the burdens I have
The demons that are deep inside of me
I'm crying out inside & asking
Can someone please help me

I have no mother, no father, no family
They were all strippped from me
I was left to defend for myself
So how do you want me to be

My country is at war, there will be no peace
There is no food, children starving, not enough to eat
They gave us guns & threw us in the streets
With arms wide open, our destiny's we greet

The government came in to intervene
They promised us a new life
And took us to a new land
Where we still don't have enough to eat

A new jungle, a new war, new streets
A new contest in which to compete
You got to be tough and have a heart of steel
Or you'll be like everyone else in crack hill

They say go to school and find a dream
Get an education and enjoy being free
We'll give you help and support
We'll provide what you need

But all I see is poverty, blood, sweat, and tears
We sell goods at stands, at a good fare
But they just walk past our booths
Snickering their noses in the sir

But our men are the same as your men
And like your women, our's shed tears
Our children may be darker in color
But they still have the same fears

So I sit back and ask myself
How much better is this life
I silently answer the question
Nothing's changed, I'm still fighting for my life

You don't know my struggles
You choose not to see my pain
you just live your priveliged life
And assume I don't need the same

So here we are still standing alone
Swallowing our fears and hiding our tears
Trying to find faith and showing our strength
While believing we'll be free someday


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speaks for its self

I wanna be like a bird so I can fly away
I feel like the prisoner who didn’t commit the crime
But is locked up any way
why do i have to pay for this pain
and i aint done any thing wrong
i dont know which way to turn..........

what shall i do?
which way do i go?
shall i take my life away to make this pain go away?
NO!!
im stronger then that i made it this far by my self
God has brought me this far
and i aint about to ruin that
thank you for making me live another day


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Life

Life has so many ups and downs
a world where drugs are taken 
over our kids
where war is destroying 
our country
where violence and crime
is taking over our 
communities.
A world where children aren't 
safe to play 
and if you are a celebrity 
with murder you can get away.
A world where people are 
dying day by day, and you 
can only ask the Lord to 
show us the way.
A world where father figures
are few, and our children 
are left not knowing 
what to do. 
A world where teachers can't 
descpline, and don't get paid enough 
to teach, where preachers need 
to get out of the church and hit 
the streets. They need to educate our 
people and show them the way
teach them when they go to 
a job interview, the proper 
way to dress and what to say.
We need to stop judging 
and start keeping each 
other out, because isn't that
what God perfect plan all
about. I take a look at life every day 
and judge not, I just wish in my world 
the bad guys weren't the cops.


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Pedophile

Pedophile
On the prowl
Waiting for his next victim
Silent and foul
Perversions

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Chrissy's Home (Part I)

                             She stuck out like a lily among thorns, when she sprung up in 
the midst of the Baptist Student Union.  All eyes were on her, as she raised her 
hands and lifted up her eyes with her voice.  Chrissy signed and swayed in 
reverence and awe of God's presence.  Although some thought she was acting 
irreverently, I knew Jesus was the treasure of her heart and that He was pleased 
with her. 
                           Chrissy was one of the most unconventional Christians I met in 
college.  She wore snug faded blue jeans with the knees out and an over 
washed, green, sleeveless army shirt.  She was very petite and fair-skinned with 
thin cherry lips and rosy cheeks.  Her hair was long, brown and frizzy, usually 
worn in a ponytail and matched by her thick eyebrows haloing her innocent blue 
eyes, which lit up as she ran and bounced around campus barefoot.
                          Her feet were so cute and tiny; they took my breath away and made 
my heart pound, especially her right foot.  It was like lead on the gas pedal.  That 
tender child would become another woman behind the wheel, and I always felt 
as if I was in a centrifuge. 
                        Once, on our way to church, she was traveling 70 miles per hour 
around sharp curves and over unarmed railroad tracks.  All the way there, she 
was smiling that patented smile that had won the hearts of many and oscillating 
her head from side to side to the music, as the truck jerked from left to right and 
seemed to ride on two wheels.
                      My eyes were enlarged.  Apparently, Chrissy figured out that I was 
frightened when she noticed my locked jaw and gritting teeth; as my left hand 
clawed the cracked vinyl seat, my right gripped the armrest on the door.


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divided we stand

divided we stand
a crippled fruit salad
claiming to be diverse,
to be tolerant.
posing as peace keepers,
referees on the worlds soccer field.
but each statement is another nail in a nations coffin

beat, starve, sexually abuse into submission
purify with gasoline
shave the scalps beauty down.
assimilation.
failure.

plucking the pathetic from desperation.
friends helping friends?
did america do any different?
plunging entire races into nightmares,
smeared with death and dynamite.

tolerant?
peace keepers?
its difficult to be patriotic,
after learning a country's history.
staring at a linoleum floor,
listening to a world unravel.


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Peace Not War (Senryu)

how unfortunate 
women and children died too
let peace subdue war


© Joseph 7/5/07
© All Rights Reserved




The traditional/classic Japanese senryu form has three lines:  the first five 
syllables, second seven syllables and third five syllables.  The pattern is 5/7/5 for 
a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about an emotion 
expression.


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Open Your Eyes

I saw my brother yesterday on his knees, but not praying to thee.
I saw my brother yesterday smoking a little pipe, thinking that will make it al right. 
I saw my sister last night walking the street with her head held high, but God is 
no where in sight.
I saw a father cheat on his wife, his only explanation was she is not treating me 
right. 
I have seen nations start war, without knowing what the war was for.
I have seen a man take his bare hands and robe another man of his life.
I have seen children raped and starving with no peace in sight. Never being able 
to taste and know the true meaning of life.
I have watched water's rise and reclaim it's land, because it is more of it than 
their is man.
I have seen races of people in slaved and murdered because of their skin color 
or religion.
I have seen the Earth being turned inside out, being robed of all that is pure in it's 
might.
I saw a baby born yesterday, with heart and soul pure as heaven overflowing. 
Was that  your new beginning yesterday or could this be your end tomorrow?


Details | I do not know? | |

Front Stabs (2005)

When you were in pain I held you tight
When I was in pain you stabbed me with a bite
Your heart would pour
My heart was closed by a door
My arms were open wide
Your arms would hide
Your pain went and so did I
Your eyes dried and mine cried
Your heart has a hole
My heart is whole


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My Future

Sitting here trying to figure out my future
Will amended plans enable me to achieve my dreams?
I’m sitting here late at night
trying to think things through just right
If I plan carefully, just maybe I can pull it off
All I know is:
the mainstream path I’m on clashes with my style
I’m overworked and under slept to the extremes
all in attempts to reach my high-aiming dreams
I need to achieve them for myself
because if I don’t then I am lost
I’ll have no idea what to do
I’ll have spent all these years in vain
I’ll have ignorantly wasted years of my life
wasting them all on pain for no gain
I’m wanting more than what I’ve already had
I’m wanting to live up to the standards and dreams
I share with Mom and Dad
I don’t want to let everyone down
or to give others the glory of gloating
I don’t want to prove the doubters right
I don’t want to disprove my supporters
I need this dream to become reality
or I won’t know what to do
I’ve harbored it within me for so long
it’s the only goal I’ve ever known
If I’m not meant to have it
then why has it been instilled in me?


Details | I do not know? | |

Seduce Me Not

Seduce me Not-
Seduce me not ...
For I have so Little to give you
For you to be takin' what little ive Got! ...

Seduce Me Not!/

I am Drained emotionally
(Seduce me no-t!)
Caus I'm bankrupt of All--Sympathy.
With a reassuring Smile and Grin
Don'-do-it, Caus I 'ready Have-been;--

Deceived by your Emty Promises--
To caress my Aching Spiritial tendons
(That bleed, that Bled)
With Nourishing (aliment)-
But instead
you deserted me/
Hungry and unfed
Bookless and unread;
O well ...
I'll jis' go  
an'
Play My piano. 
Or ShouldI sing oh Lorde,
ShouldI sing?
SouldI Sing (oh Jesus), ShouldI Sing?


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood Bystander (2005)

Bystander not from strangers but by blood
A situation where they should…
My blood is theirs 
They should be first in line to show they care
No question, no reaction
Eyes turn away in the heat of the action
To absorbed with worlds of their own 
But who am I to moan
When I’m pain
Isn’t it your blood in my veins?


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Details | I do not know? | |

Tears (2005)

Emotions release as we shed
In our hearts where our pain was once fed
Shedding tears is a hormonal response 
Hiding them will eat at you and make you cry more than once
Every tear excretes pain at great length
Tears are not a sign of weakness but only strength