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Remembering When

I remember when . . . 
kids fought at school.
At worst, they’d end up with a bloody nose.
But kids today get bullied publicly
and ridiculed on You Tube videos.

I remember when . . .
folks’ arguments
took place and few of us were “in the know.”
Today, though, we see idiots galore
that cuss and brawl on Jerry Springer's show.

I remember when. . .  
brutality  
was televised when kids were tucked in bed.
Now your child need only type the word
and see a victim get shot in the head.

I remember when. . . 
 we had a war,
but it was “cold” and seemed to be maintained.
Today the terror is at your own mall.
We’ve lost  -  in spite of all that we have gained.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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NONVIOLENCE

No need for violence or aggression
A passive acceptance of oppression 
A powerful tool for social protest
To be peaceful and not violence many will resist
It presumes the intent of social change
Some believe not using belligerence is insane
Nonviolence is a synonym for pacifism
When you hear this word, you associate it with Civil Rights and racism
Nonviolence is not inaction it is the patience to win
You gain a lot of support, love, respect, and friends
See many people do not like change
So many have used diverse methods in their peaceful campaigns 
Dr. Martin Luther King seen peace and equality to all races in his dream
Mahatma Gandhi helped India win its independence through bigotry that was extreme
I think that we should inevitably re-shape the social order in a lack of prejudice form
If we constantly use peace, we can weather many of these racial motivated storms
To listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity
Not injustice, hate, and apathy
That is what makes me so angry
Remember what Jesus’ says, "love thine enemy”

"Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of 
spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him."
Martin Luther King

Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they 
are capable of being.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi

Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2009

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PLAY-BOY 1

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

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An Elegy for Syria

After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,

The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,

Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,

They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,

What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,

They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,

Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,

For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,

When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,

So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,

In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,

On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,

They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!

As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,

But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,

And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,

And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,

So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,

Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,

But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?

They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,

The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,

They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,

So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,

So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.



All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi



Copyright © Syed Imon Rizvi | Year Posted 2013

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A peach and a speech

The bigger the peach, 
the better the chance to catch up someone's speech.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Call a Truce

Whether you’re Asian or African.
Even if you’re Middle Eastern or 
Western. Our action since dawn 
has been a disgrace. Still No one
deserves to die since we’re all God
children. Our lives are equally worthy
and home to all is planet earth. Let’s
all unite as human beings to keep humanity
in one piece. No more bombs and tanks as it
makes mankind extinct. No more terror as it
causes bodies to decease. Let’s cease all national
wars for the whole world deserves peace. 

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2014

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STORM COMING African tribal violence

Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country-- 
Lay low and stay sweet*


*stay sweet--stay alive



Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012


Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor)   Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation.  Count your blessings.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

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BAR NONE 1

No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards

It's a dirty world, but my heat's considered hand sanitizer

Made my dreams become reality, I'm not a big 'fanisizer'

My trap got cheese, but I'm trying to keep away rats

Life's a gamble, take a chance, like playing craps

Time to take you to school, and money's the topic

Smokin' on Jamaica helps me focus, I keep something tropic

Cash rules everything 'round me and it's in my pocket

That means I'm in control, if this was a plane, I'm in the cockpit

I'm a hustler, got more bricks than a construction site

I stay fresh, I'm flyer than a first-class flight

By any means necessary, hard times call for drastic measures

Get in my way, and get buried like pirate's treasures

Never see me fold, it's like I got the winning hand in Poker

I'm more dangerous than cancer in the lungs of a smoker

Talk crazy, catch a hook, how's that for a punchline

Show me the competition, I call that lunch-time

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

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Patience

PATIENCE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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SCARY 1

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares

I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs

Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip

Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick

Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up

I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up

When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas

put coward to sleep, without the pajamas

Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen

I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean

Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy

They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me

I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime

Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime

You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat

I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat

Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill

Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill

You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved

Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

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STRIVE 2

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Out-of-control, like an untamed beast

If I should fall, I'm gon' rise like yeast

Got the game in submission, fools better tap-out

On the road to success, ya'll on a different route

I'm shootin' up haters, more than a heroin addict

Ain't talking 'bout electricity, but it helps prevent static

Like a ship's anchor, I'm gon' hold it down

No matter the outcome, I'ma' stand my ground

I tried turning right, but end up going left

Already living in hell, so what's worst after death

Fast life, gotta' slow down, like I'm in a school zone

Made amends with people I ripped off, like clothes being sown

Searching life's meaning, can't find it in the dictionary

Gotta' change, or end up caged like a canary

Got a pocket full of green, like a bowl filled with lettuce

Satisfied, 'bout to end my run, so roll-the-credits

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

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SCARY 2

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction

You're a toy, all looks but no action

So much beef, I can open up a diner

Catch me underground, call me a miner

I keep it real, you haters is processed

To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed

I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes

Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes

Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban

Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon

I cock my tool as they approach, get ready

Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady

When they get near, that trigger get a pull

Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule

Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame

I was long gone, before the law even came

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

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JUST RANDOM

Though I am a blank but still, 
I can smell their shallowness from twill,
How debunked shame and superficiality in them, 
But no cuss, ahem…
Because it ‘be questioned, frowned and fuss,
Hah…so this fallacy of twenty-first,
Disguised under flag of ‘coolness’,
Don’t abuse it with the with f n b in utter flatness,
Because, its today’s trend,
To be free in all the evils commend,
Which makes per worthy to the cool breed
That creed which is clad in obscene lee
What an awfully excruciating enlightenment I see,
 In which moral and respect bleed

Copyright © HINA NASIR | Year Posted 2015

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Obama

I'm not sure how youre going to lead your people to salvation
gang bangers holding the bag, perpetrating violence
i can't help what i think about that predicament
blackmailed, or all rap artists truly do like being the figure heads 
of community terrorism
fighting for their rights throughout history
just to throw it all away
raised to believe they were the only ones whose legacy is a nightmare
but they make money rubbing their guns and drugs in our face
selling other people to blackmarkets for slavery
to make more chemicals

I truly hope you take this opportunity to lead your people in the right direction
to truly be able to find themselves
i'm only one person on the outside looking in
i just truly dont believe all those money making rap artists
truly desire to continue the cycle of violence
i myself believe some sick racist paid them to throw themselves away

Drugs and guns
\kids killing kids
something has to be done
and why your people are the ones representing this
I truly believe another black man can encourage his fellows of skin
to see the bright side, work on solving the problem from now on instead of making it worse

I can't handle much more of this
seeing people fight for their rights
and lose to themselves again
being part of the solution of the problems they are soo upset about
is more understandable than being paid to be the front lines of genocide
and continue the never ending cycle of hate and confusion
I'm not fooled by what has happened to them, and what is
but change is inevitable, solving their own problems they probably were entrapped with

War crimes on both sides
the black and white
minds cornered by previous experiences just want to end this nightmare
or maybe i'm wrong
maybe the racists over there are right
maybe they didnt see how someone made them think one thing
and used violence to enforce actions cornering the hate again
in the end war crimes on both sides
i just urge you to find a solution to this
i myself am tired of the psychological fight of a futile civil war 
engulfing both sides of the unfortunate paradox
its harder than you realise to see through it
its harder not to get wrapped up in my own emotions of the past that was and the present 
that is

Manipulative people brainwashed the innocent
and then used violence against your people to prove that they are justified
its a sick game obama
its disgusting and the streets of your own society need a solution to a dirty trick

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010

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DESTRUCTION

Coasting on thermals where birds touch the sky
standing below them and watch do I
banking with grace above they ascend
fleeting to views I want never to end

Through the tall grasses do brown bunnies run
enjoying open spaces under the sun
paw prints of raccoons cover my deck
when night arrives their presence I’ll check

In night my roses will disappear
as a sweet dinner for forest deer
the stars will arrive and night will cloak
moon beamed ponds where frogs do croak

Things of great beauty formed by Mans hand
but beneath his gaze will none of it stand
the gold and the silver that so many amassed
to the hills and mountains upon earth will be cast

artifice and toil will disappear in the wind
this system of things will soon meet it’s end
Life’s burning oil so many have wasted
the pursuit of the truth have little tasted

Man has not cared for the gems that reside
the qualities existing in the well inside
understanding and wisdom thought not to seek
strengthening the hands of those who are weak

Exhaustive is the sources of thought
and for vanity is friendship bought
each seeks his own self exultation
casting down others in defamation

God will destroy the lier and sinner
birds will feast as if in dinner
disease and pestilence will follow after
unthinking men have given God laughter

Man’s ingenuity has not been his crown
his own self praise has cast him down
before God’s justice mankind is not humble
compared to his works our own do stumble

Humans seem not to delight in instruction
the foolish among us will suffer destruction
the law and the prophets and Truth are known
among all mankind the news has flown

Sweet in the mouth is the taste of the Truth
but bitter is knowledge that does not sooth
In birth pangs and travail the new system arrives
and with it the loss of so many lives

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC

sources Isaiah Jeremiah Ezekiel Revelation

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2015

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PATRIOT ACT

we chose leaders to get along with each other
behind close doors
they’re plotting and stealing from each other
playing world domination
now we gotta go to war with each other
folded flags on wooden coffins
mourning fathers and mothers
no more war
let the leaders work it out with each other
exemplify love
love displays no hatred for another 
truth speaker
true leaders get along with each other
create peace    not war    unity together
impostors posing as leaders
no shame or another
teaching the world not to get along 
go to war   murder   rape   steal from the other
cut the patriot act
war is hatred
love is peace
exempt from a patriot act
thou shall not kill
leaders hiding behind a patriot act
follow the leader   follow the leader
what leader?
lose the patriot act

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

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

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

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

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

Hey

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

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

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

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

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

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




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

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


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



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Land of the Free

Land of the free,
and home of the brave.
A great title for a nation,
but what of a slave?
Not just those of the past, 
those too, but no,
people enslaved now
to the prejudice we all know.

This is no land of the free
and no home of the brave
when this flag we fly free
shows the hate that we crave.
A hatred so painful,
so hurtful and cruel,
that no God and no Devil
could compare to that duel.

Yes all lives matter,
that fact is true,
but why talk about all
when those dying are in the few?

We cannot say: 
"all lives matter"
when a sub-sect of that
causes your world to shatter.

Black lives matter
no more than you,
but when it comes to the law
if you're white, then what's new?
We've had rights all this time,
no systemic oppression.
Now is not the time
to start this suppression.

Black lives matter
and so do you,
so why when they call out
can they not depend on you?


A fluke,
you're done,
no more lying when it matters.
Your time is up, 
we've all heard your chatter.

I'd like to be honest,
just tell me your truth,
if all lives matter,
then tell me, do you?
Does he? Does she? Does anyone to you?

Or is this all just you
denying?

This is no land of the free.
It is home of the fake.
And never will it be free
until you see your mistake.

Oh, and what a wonderful day that will be.

Copyright © jonny hawke | Year Posted 2016

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Sanity

If all mankind were madmen
and nobody was sane
the world would be an awful place
where life would be in vain.

No reason for our actions,
Except from twisted brain,
with people doing stupid things
and making chaos reign.

It’s not a pretty picture,
not the one I’d like to see,
are we all not lucky folks
to have our sanity.

But the world can be an awful place
where madness can be found,
death and destruction common ground
for those who look around.

The reasons for this misery
is pretty clear to see,
some wish us all to think like them
...that’s not insanity?

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

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I fear people

I fear people 
 People who are wearing colorful masks
 Hiding poisoned daggers in their casks 

I'm afraid of people 
 Whom over their head
 Carry the banner of benediction
 Then again at night 
 carry salt to rub on my abrasions 

I am afraid of people 
 Out of their mouths comes mesmerizing words
 An ax is what they are holding behind their swords
 Do you think they won’t break my trusting core?

I'm afraid of people 
 They lie and call it knowledge, 
 do evil and declare it courage.
 Their eyes filled with lust so foul

I am really afraid of these people
 I am so afraid that I crouch and hide in the cellar 
 People’s shadows are dancing on the wall 
 And I tremble and curl myself in a ball

I know it well
 I have to go and buy myself a disguise
 Plus a dagger dipped in malice 
 Shouldn’t I forget to secure a heart of stone 
 Tomorrow I will got to become one of these folks!

Copyright © Rahy Hayati | Year Posted 2015

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The modern super hero

Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough

We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this

As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present

We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation

Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 13

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 13

The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Heartless It changes its head from time to time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

Emits bizarre noises most smooth or clever
Through mouth-pieces that spin words sans sense nor rhyme
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster

Drops never to sleep for fear of the neighbour
Has its eyes and ears peeled open all the time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

Devoirs people kept under threat of hunger
Deprives them of human rights and over-time
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster

Drives the sick into secret service gutter
Who then justify wars and villainous crime
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

Loves to strut on World Stage bonhomie player
While backstage lights the fuse Guy Fawkes failed to prime
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Witness

A party store robbery last weekend
deadly for patron and clerk
Suspect ran out, waving his gun 
bandanna just covered his smirk

Eye-witnesses? Almost a dozen
not one of them saw anything
Which way did he go? We really don't know
straight faced they won't say a thing

No one was fazed by the gun that was raised
they said they were facing the wall
All of them stand with a phone in their hand
but no one had bothered to call

Now there are two families mourning
the witnesses should be ashamed
Now will they do right, and help the law fight
or be the next patron that's "slain"

Its a tough one for many to answer
they stay out and don't get involved
They're usually the first ones complaining
that another crime didn't get solved

Remember who you, turn your back on
it's easy to say  "don't ask me"
So don't think that it's pride when you must decide
and who will you call?  We shall see...
			

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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THE EFFECT OF DRUGS AND VIOLENCE

People smoke weed, or crack to ignore problems and laugh hysterically,
coffee is my drug, it's my quick pick-me-up...I say it so proudly,
because it won't harm me, hallucinate me or make me feel afraid;
I will be alive tomorrow, not crash into into a lamppost as Freddy did.



I lived through the Hippie Era: bell-bottoms...long, frizzy hair
and funny clothes the kind that clowns wear,
no offense to those who thought they were cool;
it's my opinion, not of that guy who didn't see himself as a fool!  



I had no time to protest, or vindicate the Vietnam War as Omar;
off I went to work each morning as hippies hung out by a bar
shouting at me, " Kid, stay alive...don't ever go to war! "
They ran and screamed, knocking down police barricades...horror!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 14

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 14 

Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow
All All who despise those on the other side
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

All All who toil helpless and let their blood go
All All men of worth who keep going with tide
Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow

Monster changes heads but can’t stop body grow
The Republic merely pits side against side 
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

The Monster’s nightmare the day when heads must go
Let litter gather for the next divorced bride
Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow

Who pays for the stroke that cripples the State more
Than the dead People who make up either side
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

Men of not much worth who stoke the psychic maw
Hold to ransom the fate of peoples worldwide
Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Non-violence

The mountains screamed to wake the sea, 
The trees stood to be silent, 
The sun came to give light, 
But the world is still violent.

The dove came, but was killed; 
In use of weapons, all are skilled, 
Rise of violence all around, 
As there is no one to utter a sound.

An eye for an eye makes the world blind, 
Are we all of the same kind? 
In the roof of peace, take a stand; 
Don't let blood mix with sand.

A new deal maybe useful, 
without making others the fool, 
Give a smile, take a smile
And the anger will go nile. 


Copyright © Vaishnavi Singh | Year Posted 2015

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Marathon

For Alicia Ann Lynch

“I don’t wanna die
 I’d rather dance my life away”
    ~ Prince, “1999” from the album 1999 (1982)

What purpose the celebration of this ritual
Wearing the fears that we face
The better to demonstrate our winning over them
Or the better reason for a party

What purpose the crafting of this message
Depicting the face of the terrorized
The better to make known the fears we must face
Or the better sense of crudeness

What purpose the shooting of this messenger
Firing not being good enough
The better to admit fears too big to face
Or better stick with denial

What purpose the floating of this apology
Passing judgment on a powerful symbol
The better to speed the mob on its witch hunt
Or better be sorry to lose the race
    ~ Thanks Always Returns

Copyright © Thanks Returns | Year Posted 2013

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 34




Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 34

If only the tired masses had time to think
If only they knew leaders were prisoners too
Would not security forces with us link

The rocks some throw will into proper heads sink
Even leaders will no longer be taboo
If only the tired masses had time to think

The real Enemy makes money to clink
In the ears of leaders who’ll join their ranks too
Would not then security forces with us link

Though this less-than-one-per-cent makes the World drink
Dance drunk much material progress to woo
If only the tired masses had time to think

Masses choose leaders who need moneyed-class wink
These mafia-made leaders dupe masses even more
If only security forces would with us link

In the end little use if masses could think
What leaders want more of is the vote or two
If only the tired masses had time to think
Would not security forces with us link

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 52

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 52

We still hear see Big Bang’s greatest ever show
Pushing the known borders into the Unknown
Fist-tight Multi-Verse(s) unfurled aeons ago

What we see a mere back curtain peep but know
Dark matter dark energy late un-be-known
We still hear see Big Bang’s greatest ever show

Solar system’s a mere speck hardly aglow
Lost in galaxies countless billions alone
Fist-tight Multi-Verse(s) unfurled aeons ago

Does Nature display what Big Bang before bore
Brahman Night followed by born Brahman Day dawn
We still hear see Big Bang’s greatest ever show

Can such Nature shape the human will to know
All that there is has been and future unknown
Fist-tight Multi-Verse(s) unfurled aeons ago

Make the Dark Continent cull the World from snow
Only to shun skin one another over skin tone
We still hear see Big Bang’s greatest ever show
Fist-tight Multi-Verse(s) unfurled aeons ago

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Violence

Bloods over flowing.
Mothers tears pouring.
Deaths in the hood sky high and still soaring.
Brothers and sisters dying in their prime.
Ghettos and hoods full of unsolved crimes.
We attend more funerals then graduations.
We have false idols influencing the next generation.
Killing each other over false pride.
Wondering if the hate will ever subside.
Step back and look at what your doing. 
Instead of love the hate keeps spewing. 
Young kids murdered for a pair of sneakers. 
Unity destroyed families left weaker. 
Ears shut down not listening to truth. 
Murder on the mind like you have something to prove. 
Fighting for turfs that don't belong to you. 
Doing exactly what they want you to do. 
It takes a village to raise a child.  
The concept has been lost as our children run wild. 
Stop and think is it worth taking a life? 
Over sneakers, a dirty look self infused pride.

Copyright © Carmen Castro | Year Posted 2012