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Odin's Army

I fell in battle, sword in hand, 
Invading someone else’s land.
Then I saw her, and she reached down, 
To escort me from the battleground.
I’d let her take me anywhere, 
With her winged helmet and braided hair.

She had me stand ‘neath Odin’s throne, 
Where each warrior must stand alone.
One-eyed Odin judged me to be 
Worthy to serve in his last army….
Daily killed and resurrected--
(Not quite the afterlife expected!)

Samurais taught me to sword-fight.	 
I learned spear and shield from a Hoplite.	
Vikings taught me the battle axe, 
And the Persians taught me sneak attacks.
We die each day and then come back, 
Always practicing for Ragnorak.

She brings me mead, my Valkyrie, 
And sometimes at night she favors me.
Since she’s nearby, it’s just as well--
This isn’t Heaven, but not quite Hell.
We’ll fight and sing to the war drums, 
Waiting the day that Ragnorak comes.


(Chorus)
Our days are spent in miseries, 
But at night we have the Valkyries.
Riposte and lunge, thrust and parry; 
That’s all we do in Odin’s army.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013


Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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killing her song

killing her song
(for Adhimu aka Lawrence Hamm and Sheila Reid*)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield,
Until I die…”
--Freedom Song

this is not rocket science…
no experts need be empaneled
to further milk this cow of genocide…
u say that ‘all lives matter’
but this is not happening to
pete, or heather or bob…
it is our sons getting shot
with their hands up
it is our sons getting shot 
with their cellphones in hand
it is our sons getting shot 
with their hands in their pockets
or their hands behind their heads
or their hands cuffed behind their backs…
and it is our daughters
being pummeled into highway asphalt
our daughters 
getting body slammed into their windshields
face first in midsentence 
trying to answer their questions
it is our daughters
being found throatless in putrid jail cells
after minor traffic violations
as if they have no names…
and we are the ones whom death is shooting apart
surrounded by squad cars amp’d up
to enjoy feasts of state massacres…
this is just not happening to bob, heather or pete…
and it doesn’t even matter 
that it is now happening to us on videotape!
grand juries 
let it go
local courts
let it go
state courts
let it go
even the justice department
lets it go and explains to us 
why we have accept it all
and accept what they won’t do…
why? why?! why?!!
insulting the saltburned flooded eyes
of the growing litany of mothers burying children
over and over and over and over and over again…
even the leaves the grass and the soil
are offended by the volume of our earthburning tears…
the universe yelps 
at the outrage 
of the bleeding imbalance of injustice…
their warning whispers 
of the lethal consequences 
of the violent lunacy of white supremecy
continue to be ignored…
there is more to whats wrong in Milwaukee
than the beer and the cheese going bad…
so when the fat lady’s toxic bloated belly
bursts
into an indiscriminate lava of blood
soaking the streets of our cities
ruining yr gentrifying grand plans
u will have no one to blame 
but yrselves
for killing 
her song…

*Lawrence Hamm is the founding chairman of the People’s Organization for Progress(P.O.P.)…He has put more foot soldiers on the streets of New Jersey over the scourge of police brutality over several decades than any other so-called ‘leader’ or ‘leaders’ combined…He is currently directing a Justice Mondays campaign where P.O.P. rallies at the Justice Dept’s Newark office every Monday…Sheila Reid is the mother of Jerame Reid who was shot by Bridgeton police officers with his hands up on videotape on December 30th, 2014. On August 22, 2016, the Justice Department said that they would not charge these officers for that spectacle killing. This poem is a response to that decision…

‘bro.zayid’ Muhammad is a Jazz poet, stage actor and activist. Also known as ‘Baba Zayid’ to young people in the greater Newark area, which means ‘father’ in Yoruba, he is one of the more well-known cubs of the legendary NY chapter of the Black Panther Party. He is working on a new volume of poems called The Soul Poems-Offerings of Love and Resistance…

©2016 all rights reserved

Copyright © zayid muhammad | Year Posted 2016

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If My Siege-Tank's A-Rockin' from Star Craft II video game

The Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate.

There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”:
My shift’s almost done and my Siege Tank’s been rebuilt.
I could spend my last hours paralyzed in fright;
But no, got a date with that cute medic tonight.

I took several stim-packs off a dead Marine,
And I’ll take a few jolts if she gives me the green.
So all those Zerg monsters better stay out of sight…
Better not mess with me and my Medic tonight.

We’re all out of minerals, we’re out of Vespene.
We’ve made our last Marauders and our last Viking.
But if Ghosts and Banshees can hit the Zerg just right,
I might still be around for my Medic tonight.

Chorus)  	Got a date with that blue-eyed young medic tonight.
		You know, the one that I’ve had for months in my sights.
		If my Siege Tank’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
		Got a date with that pretty sweet medic tonight.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Bleed to Be

A breathing machine
is what I've become
no engine to rev in anger.

A tower of bones
with hands to shake hands
but no strength to hold onto purpose.

These feet making tracks,
they don't fill big shoes
and the shadow I cast will not make the news.

The direction that I'm going,
the perfection that's insisted,
I feel like I've been here 
ten thousand times before.
Looking in a mirror
every single time
I go to open a door.

Every place I go
people are always leaving,
grieving about the greener grass they thought they'd found before.
Why's there no place that I've heard of
where the locals long to stay?
Why are dreams always found in the places far away?

I'm done with doors, it's time for bricks thrown through windows,
no more handshakes, only elbows in chest cavities.
I want to bleed, to bleed,
to stain more lives than I could ever cast in shadow.
You can't see the scars I have so I'll earn the ones you can,
I want to bleed, to bleed,
to bleed.

Who really needs an engine to rev up after all?
With gas prices so high
anger's not cost effective.
And who needs a heart to beat with passion
when blood makes people sick?
Who needs a heart to beat at all
when it won't beat back the dreams
of far away places,
both heaven and obscene.

As long as I'm not giving up 
then I'm not giving in
and my dying breath will fan 
the fire that's within. 

I'm done with doors, it's time for bricks thrown through windows,
no more handshakes, only elbows in chest cavities.
I want to bleed to bleed,
to stain more lives than I could ever cast in shadow.
You can't see the scars I have so i'll earn the ones you can,
I want to be, to be,
to be.

Copyright © Cameron Boyd | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

killing her song

killing her song
(for Adhimu aka Lawrence Hamm and Sheila Reid*)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield,
Until I die…”
--Freedom Song

this is not rocket science…
no experts need be empaneled
to further milk this cow of genocide…
u say that ‘all lives matter’
but this is not happening to
pete, or heather or bob…
it is our sons getting shot
with their hands up
it is our sons getting shot 
with their cellphones in hand
it is our sons getting shot 
with their hands in their pockets
or their hands behind their heads
or their hands cuffed behind their backs…
and it is our daughters
being pummeled into highway asphalt
our daughters 
getting body slammed into their windshields
face first in midsentence 
trying to answer their questions
it is our daughters
being found throatless in putrid jail cells
after minor traffic violations
as if they have no names…
and we are the ones whom death is shooting apart
surrounded by squad cars amp’d up
to enjoy feasts of state massacres…
this is just not happening to bob, heather or pete…
and it doesn’t even matter 
that it is now happening to us on videotape!
grand juries 
let it go
local courts
let it go
state courts
let it go
even the justice department
lets it go and explains to us 
why we have accept it all
and accept what they won’t do…
why? why?! why?!!
insulting the saltburned flooded eyes
of the growing litany of mothers burying children
over and over and over and over and over again…
even the leaves the grass and the soil
are offended by the volume of our earthburning tears…
the universe yelps 
at the outrage 
of the bleeding imbalance of injustice…
their warning whispers 
of the lethal consequences 
of the violent lunacy of white supremecy
continue to be ignored…
there is more to whats wrong in Milwaukee
than the beer and the cheese going bad…
so when the fat lady’s toxic bloated belly
bursts
into an indiscriminate lava of blood
soaking the streets of our cities
ruining yr gentrifying grand plans
u will have no one to blame 
but yrselves
for killing 
her song…

*Lawrence Hamm is the founding chairman of the People’s Organization for Progress(P.O.P.)…He has put more foot soldiers on the streets of New Jersey over the scourge of police brutality over several decades than any other so-called ‘leader’ or ‘leaders’ combined…He is currently directing a Justice Mondays campaign where P.O.P. rallies at the Justice Dept’s Newark office every Monday…Sheila Reid is the mother of Jerame Reid who was shot by Bridgeton police officers with his hands up on videotape on December 30th, 2014. On August 22, 2016, the Justice Department said that they would not charge these officers for that spectacle killing. This poem is a response to that decision…

‘bro.zayid’ Muhammad is a Jazz poet, stage actor and activist. Also known as ‘Baba Zayid’ to young people in the greater Newark area, which means ‘father’ in Yoruba, he is one of the more well-known cubs of the legendary NY chapter of the Black Panther Party. He is working on a new volume of poems called The Soul Poems-Offerings of Love and Resistance…

©2016 all rights reserved

Copyright © zayid muhammad | Year Posted 2016