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Details | Couplet | |

Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin


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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

The Narcissistic Neanderthal

Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
     you  plunder through life taking no prisoners,
             with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground.
You are a dying breed born of privilege and tenacious greed,
      tendering little in life other than your selfish need.
              What is it you seek in life other than your very personal comfort?
You never give a sideways glance to anyone with no chance of adding to your                                                       
      circumstance;  narrow minded cruelty subsidies the shutdown of any                               
               tenderness, allowing emotional banalities to supersede  integrity.
Your karmic debt is too cancerous to be free - 
      a lover of women among inept men, 
                but piteous fodder for contempt among strong women.
Neanderthal, you tossed love off the tongue like spit flung and stung my cheek with   
      runny dung....in disgust I turn away at your insipid attempt at manhood.  
                So many conquests, so little time.
The pittance you gave is but a trail of unwitting  shame,
       littered like Gretel's bread crumbs into a wilderness of pain...
                How sad you thought such a pittance could buy my soul.
I am no longer a member of your colonial servitude,
        and you are an inept fossil long past its prime.
                 From this moment, Narcissistic Neanderthal,

I am free.


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He Was Once a Politician

That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through

My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight

As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!


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Aliens Choking on Oxygen

I was here I was here First I was here First Take a breath of oxygen Your choking on confidence The lights are on but you cant see Slit wrist Bleed You took my life from me Let us come back You stole the air we breath Let us come back I was here first Choking on oxygen I was here first Choking on oxygen I was here first Choking on oxygen You took my life from me Let us come back You stole the air we breath Let us come back Choking Like Aliens Choking on oxygen
to hear the song search youtube for "Aliens Choking on Oxygen" Heliosonic written by Sara Perle and Omar Masri


Details | Etheree | |

Cash Gone in Tax

Cash
Slashed by
Uncle Sam
Hard earned wages
Burned as income tax
Cash gone like blowing wind
Tax is not like sweet vermouth
This is just like pulling hen’s tooth
Tax going up, paycheck going down
Tax man leave us alone—we need a break!

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~

Won Honorable Mention
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietirch
June 20, 2010

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Lyric | |

Fools and Mules

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Dr Seuss-style-Mister Obama PleaseTax The Rich Man

Dr. Seuss-style-Mister Obama Please Tax The Rich Man!


Mister Obama please tax the rich man!
The cost's are up.
The pay is down.
Tax.
TAX!
All over town.
There is tax on GAS!
There is tax on tan.
Mister Obama please tax the rich man.
There is tax on CARS.
There is tax on trees.
There is tax on our food.
No
More tax.
Please!
We can't pay.
There is tax
On LAND.
ROCKS, DIRT, SAND
There is tax.
There is tax
This I know
On tobacco, too.
But tax, tax, TAX!
The rich do, do, DO!
Mister Obama
Please tax the
Rich man!
There is tax on pills.
There is tax on HEALTH.
There is tax on insurance
Just for wealth.
Just for wealth
There is tax
On telecom.
And on low tech
And CD-ROM.
Mister Obama
Change the queue.
Tax the rich man.
Just do, do, DO!
Now start this show!
Please Mister O.!
There's even tax on electricity.
There is tax on our dog...
Ducks and hog.
There is tax on our water
And imbibements we drink.
There is tax on our underwear
...and clothes.
Middle class has floundered.
It shows!
Mister Obama!
Tax the rich man.
Mister Obama!
Please tax the
Rich man!
It's time
For
No 
More
Drama!
Tax the rich man
Please...
Mister Obama.

deborah burch©
4/30/2012


Book: "Marvin K. Mooney will you please go now!" by Dr. Seuss






Details | Lyric | |

Inside Job

Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies

In empty space you built your dreams
Behind  computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
 Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
Some small piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and with them bought the lie.

     It was all an inside job
     Pulled by a faceless mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     By a thoughtless, greedy mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played and  ill begun.

And the rich keep getting richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happenswhen you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No one's punished ,no one pays,
And they remain, complacent in their ways.

     It was all an inside job
     Staged by the untouched mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     Perpetrated by the mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

And now this evil season
Has descended without reason
And the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.

I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you at last are frail and old
And no one mourns your passing days
And none thought loyal will stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, now helpless, to your tomb.

Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.

     And so it goes, the inside job
     Brought off by the blacksuited mob
     The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     The framers of the inside job
     That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
     Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My democratic world

"I think of a place
Where our soul is pure!
I think of a place
Where no ones confused for what they do
Everyone's damn sure
I think of a place
Where people don't have problems
But if they do -they get it with cures
I think of a place
Where we rule the place 
Without a tenure
We ourselves give us full assure-
For what we do what we see and what we hear
Is right and will be true!
No unnecessary payment no punishments no sue!
This a place which I think of.......
I have imagined 
Now can you?"




Details | Acrostic | |

Insignificance

I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a 
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Humanity

Time comes and goes
People pass by and fly
We have only memories left
But we remember the sad ones
And easily forget the happy ones
We live in regrets
Saying... what if?
We live in fear
Saying... what will?
We have lost our humanity
We live in the past
Forgetting the present
As if there is only the past tense
We live in memories
Forgetting the future
As if there is no future
We love to brag about our ancestors
But what have we done now?
We all are losing ourselves
War... Drugs...
We think we are fighting for a cause
But that cause is only our greed
We think we are building the future
But we are destroying the future
We are losing our humanity 
And there is little left of it...
It is time to stop the war
And move along with peace
Nations send armies to others
Saying:"We've come to civilize you"
According to the dictionary 
Civilize is defined as conqueror
Send not armies! Send food and medical supplies!
Why do you come in the name of peace?!
If you only bring with you destruction!
What is happening to Afghanistan?
Why do you send guns instead of pills!?!
Or is the Vito more important than lives?
I am not from Europe, I am not from America
and I am NOT from the Middle East...
I do not know such things...
I am from Earth, regard of my nation
Nations are only names, we are all one
We are connected; we live on the same planet!
Why does one want to kill his brother?
IS IT FUN? WHY DOESN'T EVERYONE TRY IT?
I do not want to lose my humanity
Knowing that little is left in this world
This world can yet be fixed...
And it starts with two words: Love and equality
And it starts with one road: kill the Vito
Cause if it was a man, I would've killed it for the best
You think Hitler is gone?! Well now there is a stronger one
Look at Jerusalem! Hitler wouldn't dare do such things!
Why do we keep looking at the past?!
Forgetting what now is happening!
If the same ones who were massacred by Hitler
Are the same ones doing worse to Arabs?!
Why do we spend billions on weapons?
Instead of spending them on science?
Or at least save other nations from starvation
Why are we better than the Africans?
We have the same God! Or is it because of their color?
I just wish to ask one question to every human being...
WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU STAND BEFORE GOD?

--------------------------

A tribute to all nations and hope all be safe :)


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


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


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Plockton - Wester Ross

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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


Details | Narrative | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Quatrain | |

The Vietnam War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Average Age 19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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



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Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php



Details | Free verse | |

I See Glory

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Strike

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Fore there's no future otherwise.


Details | Free verse | |

To Weak To Cry

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


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


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


Details | I do not know? | |

HomoSexEquality

I breathe to succeed intelligence.

Even I am astonished by my benevolence.

My deep rooted spiritual elegance.

My keen disgrace by prejudice.

How people twist what God really said to us.

How people lust to discover how the Big Bang busts.

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

The must. The need to be emancipated.

Enough of our situations have been degraded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strategically beating you like pollen during calm weather. Severed.

Separated from the rest of the world because of difference.

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epitaph | |

Golden Locks

Golden Locks

within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus
harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity
thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness
a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens
those who have reserved hope find some place to accept the truth
a test of how far our courage outlast the chaos from all life's passed
mystery's enlightened path never reached the end of suffering
to the likeness of a fumbled method
we could now follow like the atoms of Eve
disconcerted absence to our entrophic eyes
spreading legs like artificial soul
momentarily creators of their own excitement
movement supported by those who think your great
everybody who realizes the dream
shape your reflection and let the background find it's own feet
Apparent peace soon merged with equality
freedom's lark rests on the soles of a war monger's foot
peace showed up in a fresh pair of socks
the talking corps relates a message conspired by his earthy tones
sighting the great spoils and burnt offers of a desired sin
while designs of old are searched for something missing
past events re-invented an old tool of the government this ambiguous wireless chip
lets us say all of thing they can tax and the rest we make it our garden patch


Details | Couplet | |

How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?


Details | Free verse | |

No Flowers

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

there are no flowers
there are no trees

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

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

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






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


Details | Free verse | |

The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic


Details | Rhyme | |

Is the USA Guilty of A God Discrimnation

Is the USA Discriminating Against God? Across this country, is a new form of “elimination.” It’s almost like there’s a “God discrimination.” In the court’s efforts to remove him from our schools… It’s almost like “just about anything” rules! Many get concerned that the cross may be “offensive.” Thereby causing many churches to be “defensive.” It seems like godly morals are a thing of the past. This country is going downhill! And very fast! Traditional marriage has even been torn asunder! So much of the biblical truth has been plundered! Those defending their faith are labeled as “anti this or that.” Just look at the crossroads this country is coming at! If I serve God… Do these words often seem “inflammatory?” Is it God himself, that's become “discriminatory?” Do the words; “In God we trust,” mean anything? Without a Godly foundation, America has lost EVERYTHING! God gave us the Bible. We need this for proper direction. The courts in our land cannot give truthful interpretations! The Constitution or the Bible… Which will set us free? Which actually gives an individual freedom and liberty? We need God. Like we’ve never needed him before! We need his love and forgiveness all across our shores! He invites you to come and know him… Won’t you? He is the Lord God. He will never disappoint you! By Jim Pemberton


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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 | Rhyme | |

Lakota

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

I am, I am

As I close my eyes And I think of tomorrow The whole worlds in my thoughts It's my given test to absorb it's sorrow It will know I am here As I am different from others My task is to intake The other of others As to where I am from Only time will allow I have been here before Far from beyond the Plough I am of an age Which is why I am here This Highlander Semaj From a different world sphere Your wars are recorded Far Galaxies know Of your human trait Your histories have shown Only time will tell As your worlds nations progress To do what's right And do what's best From beyond the Plough Lie worlds unknown For you to go there You will have to prove you have grown . http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-10.php


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Ballade | |

Silver Thumb

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Listen

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Taxing Benefits

I met a Sheriff the other day.
Just teasing, I happened to say.
I am stopping by to pay my taxes.
Giving you my money before axes,

He said to me, “I get none of that money“.
I looked up in surprise, and thought, how funny.
He and many others forget our taxes pay salaries.
They work for us and their duties are in galleries.

Without working people to pay taxes, they would not be.
They forget these things after office acquired you see.
They pump us up upon the Election Day’s arrival.
Reinstatement in public office is part of survival.

We the people pay for their cars, meals, homes, indeed.
Our money than dispatched into the funds that do seed,
Without the people paying taxes, their jobs would recede.
We the people elect and pay wages, so justice will proceed.

However, many law officials take rules made for all.
Bending them to fit their need, in name of the law,
I have the utmost respect for officers on patrol.
They need to be cautious, to keep crime under control.

However, to break any law, for no reason at all, indeed.
Makes justice suffer, two wrongs make a misdeed,
Their pledge, for no reason at all to break their creed,
Serve and protect, without wrongdoing, as agreed.

An oath, I know they all take and so easily forget after.
Some upon that tomorrow, just ease back in laughter.


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Trusting Landlord

This earth
Oh what a curious thing to perceive
Existing within its home, the Universe
A unique, rare and aqueous marble 
With a lifespan well surpassing our own
We call it our home, but it is only for rent
Things will begin to change 
Humanity will try resist
We are in a system that has long been set in motion
A plan that we cannot stop
Green
What a faction of false hope
A color stained in negativity
Greed, Money, Power, Politics
Oh what a sly plan
A thorn stabbed in the lions paw
Our advantage taken against an orb in suffering
This trusting earth
Telling a secret
Our society
Screaming it to the world  


Details | Rhyme | |

Wars of Difference and Different Wars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

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


Details | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | I do not know? | |

South African Freedom Day

freedom day 
(april the 27th 1994)


far too many brave compatriots died

and

flooding rivers of tears were cried

far too many families ripped apart

with

daggers cutting into their heart

the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day

as we pause and remember those who do not remain with us anymore

as we appreciate the fruits that their sacrifice and struggle bore

far too many to count and to name

but we honour them all while we keep burning that eternal flame

...Oliver Reginald Tambo
...Chris Hani
...Solomon Mahlangu
...Prakash Napier
...Yusuf Akhalwaya
...Matthew Goniwe
...Neil Aggett
,,,Ahmed Timol
...Vuyisile Mini
...Hector Peterson
...Babla Saloojee
...Bram Fischer
...Dulcie September
...Sparrow Mkonto

just a few, but so many still nameless

who were brutally cut down
by a racist system that was merciless, and cruelly shameless

we honour you, today
but we remember you each and every day

when we breathe in the air of the freedom that you craved

as we walk the roads of a wounded but healing country that you saved

from itself, for the hate and racism and hushed prejudice of race and gender and religion and sexual persuasion and caste and creed

that you so valiantly fought against, is still with us, as it on fear and ignorance does feed

the odour of racism and hate
of white and black and jew and muslim and hindu and catholic and yellow and brown

is a living parasite that lives and thrives all across this beautiful world, from cities and villages and hamlets, to the smallest rural town

it may become a mark of shame upon us all 

so we have to, today, struggle against and boldly fight

for the sacrifices of the many can never be cheapened, by the polite dinner-table murmurs of hate, try as hard as they might

for if we as a nation, 
a country 
a world 
a people 

one people

are to truly step out of the lashing cold painful rain

we have to continue your struggle

so that your supreme sacrifices may not have been in vain...

and so we say 

'hamba kahle, comrades'

to you who laid your young lives down and slipped away

so that we who remain may in the sunlight and out of the rain live and breathe and stay

in a country, and in a world
where religion and gender and sexual-persuasion and all colourful hues

may mingle and love and laugh and cry together on the sun-filled avenues

so thank you, comrades, for showing us a better path that we must embark on as we shuffle onwards into a brighter tomorrow

away from the hurt of the past, and away from the tears and away from all the sorrow

for the true freedom that we seek now, is the freedom from our own racism, our own prejudices, our own sexism, our own petty hates and bottled-up anger

for therein, lies the fight ahead

for therein, lies the real and growing danger.
Aluta Continua!
Amandla Ngawethu!

The Struggle Continues...


Details | Epyllion | |

Motherland

Motherland (Eclogue) 

In the country of my forefathers, 
Economy is friendless and upset, 
Politics are sleeping with labour, 
Justice is seducing foreign crime, 
Poetry is turned on, but it fears, 
Traditions keeps history hostage, 
Religions are attempting suicide, 
Nature is busy biting its tongues, 
Fruits are swearing at their trees, 
Education shows God axis finger, 
Seas gets shallow, graves deepen, 
Life confront its first nightmares, 
Death is satisfying its final desire, 
Future is stinking nothing but lies, 

June 13, 2003

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa


Details | Personification | |

Four-Play

Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

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


Details | Verse | |

Struggle for Freedom

Hopeless tears reign marks of 
struggle
followed by endless pain
The stigma "nigga" forever 
implanted in my DNA
From black face and sambo to 
mammy and sapphire
some still view us just the same
After years of struggle and 
progress
Not a lot has changed 

They assume stupidity just by 
the tint of my face
and because it's brown, I'm 
uneducated
a fool, a mistake
I'm the angry black woman 
that'll
roll my neck and put my fingers 
in your face
Or he's the one with the bad 
attitude 
and a gun to shoot up the place
Or the welfare queen - all she 
do is get high
Oh and he's the one that fits 
the description of that black 
guy

Still...Forever struggling for 
respect with no ideas
about what it's really like not to 
be automatically tagged 
"nigger/a"
So I stopped expecting miracles 
of blacking out racism
and continue the fight for 
freedom

Freedom from labels and 
stereotypes
Freedom from dumb ass black 
people who keep those 
stereotypes alive
Freedom from holds like hate 
and negative teachings and
Freedom from ourselves 
because some of us have 
stopped reaching
Some of us have given up the 
fight to be taken seriously
We've disgustingly lost our 
pride and our unity
We've decided to become 
enchanted with the stigma 
"nigga/er" 
so it's embedded in our DNA
Attached to more than just my 
skin
It's my soul that aches

The struggle for freedom will 
never end
Racism will never end
Until the end of existence as we 
know it
Get ready 
because all of the signs that it's 
here
Is showing 


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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


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LOVE, PEACE, AND HARMONY

Discrepancy is an economic thing.  Have you ever known this to be anything else?
Money is the great separator of togetherness.  Man rob, steal, and kill just for the feel of its illicit presence.  Woman will sell, which defines exploitation; steal from you, and lie on thy neighbor for just a little wealth.

These concepts are aspects of someone’s life.

Crime becomes escalated and mental health becomes the strife.  The minister said within his blackness, “There has to be a better way.”  However, there is no reason for this other than the lack of fulfillment and/or greed.

As a poet and philosopher, I respond, “We have to help everyone to overcome poverty.”

Note, the media and academia went on “The Tour on Poverty.”  When they reported out, they showed how the Great Depression of 2008-2009 had effected the workforce and the home front.

Why are we not upset to see people living in poverty?

Academia stayed east and this made it seem that north, south, and west were the greatest downward spiral.  Therefore, I present to you The School of Social Theology.

The School of Social Theology is a new school of thought that states poverty is melodramatic to us not being there for our family and what friends we are.
We live well but we do not offer the same to all.

The School of Social Theology seeks eradication of social injustice to state poverty must end.  If you are working to end social injustice, today will not be the same as tomorrow...

A fight against social injustice is a fight for social justice!
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Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: 	Random Mix 


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The Internet: Return

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


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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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young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

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

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

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

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


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The Rotten

Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled

Soundness remains what we will believe 
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief

The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!

Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers

Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride

-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal


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Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

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

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

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

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




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I Went to Church Last Sunday

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


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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!


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Rice and Beans

I do not want to eat rice and beans any more
I want a new meal
I'm ready to throw this pot out the door
I'm sure I've  had my fill
Rice and beans is my poor folks food
You know when you barely have money
After four days it taste like it's already been chewed
But you smile and eat it like it's sweet honey
I wish I had a grilled burger smothered in cheese with fries on the side
Or a roasted turkey with cornbread stuffing and a side of apple pie
But instead I dread I have rice and beans to keep me fed
through the week
Black beans, red beans, pinto beans I will cook until my house starts to reek!
No more beans! No more rice! 
I need more money to buy something nice
One day I will have my steak and potatoes and my mac and cheese
But until then, no more rice and beans please!


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God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise...  An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


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The Destruction of Mankind

The Destruction of Mankind!

Throughout the Bible’s history, you’ll find…
The wickedness and destruction
 of mankind!

There were kingdoms that have come and gone!
They took pride, and thought
 they were strong!

No matter how strong men make think they may be…
Everyone needs to make plans for their eternity!

There’s many things that people have enjoyed…
But. there’s coming a day when it’ll all be destroyed!

The Bible says that we all have failed and sinned!
What a terrible mess that we find ourselves in!

Our answer and only hope is with Jesus today!
Only he can wash the darkness and sin away!

Only he can bring a completeness to our soul!
And can bring all we need to make us whole!

May God’s Holy Spirit reach out and convict us!
That we all may know,
 only God can help us!


By Jim Pemberton


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Urge To Smile

Urge To Smile
By Nate Spears


The morning sun rises
My flesh is set back 
Due to my body needing 
Much needed rest
I wonder 
Does anyone else feel 
the urge to smile?
I know right now 
I'm feeling sour


A grin attached to my face
That lights up the sky
Behind my clouds of joy 
There lies a lie
With everyone wondering how?
How can he smile
with so much going on
Rapidly by the hour
People losing their homes


Some can barely feed their kids
The government is gone
They rather spend our money 
On billion dollar drones
Never the less
We're blessed
We're here to see another day
Being healthy and relevant
Gives me strength
To soar into a new day
With unlimited fight 
Packed up under my wings


Another day 
Another chance
For tomorrow 
Thanks in advance
As long as I'm living
I can better my condition 
It's mandatory to smile
A privilege to be living.


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken


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I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


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A Story My Mother Told Me

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

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

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

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

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

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

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

hope...


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


Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

RICE SLAM new democracy african election rallies nairobi, kenya

RICE SLAM
Nairobi, Kenya  Nov 2012 (election rallies held Sept 2012 until March 2013 election day)

hey hey
voting day
go on strike
take a hike
smash a bike
wave a spike
hey hey
voting day

grab a bat
bat a man
smash and steal
if you can
man its fun
on the run
run and fight
fight all night
start a fire
slash a tire
man its fun
on the run
grab a bat
bat a vote
bat a cop
steal a boat
hope this day
will never stop
love to smash
smash and bash
smash and bash
the cop, cop
hey hey
voting day
call your chums
to play play

call your chum
he will come
tote a gun
twice the fun
knife and gun
day is won
slash a guy
smash a girl
life is in
a voting whirl

vote it once
vote it twice
then i'll switch 
fingers itch
make me rich

then i'll switch
scream another
candidate has
changed his brothers
scream another
stronger brother

one more switch
make me rich
make me rich
on beans and rice
ain't it nice
to be rich
fingers twitch
money itch
love the rich
rulers switch
vote vote
twice twice
more red beans
and
rice rice


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Pride and Honor

We fight for our lives,
We fight for our freedom.
We live for pride,
We live for honor.
What is our lives without freedom?
Some think it is not worth living if one cannot obtain freedom. 
Others would disagree and praise the hand that feeds them,
Even if that which they praise is a monster.... just to live and breath... 
Squeeze out of life all they can... no use of pride or honor.
For what is pride and honor really worth? Death?
I would think not, for life is more powerful the death.
But why choose life if pride has vanished and honor ceases to exist?
Ones reason for pride has changed over the years.
Once it was that of a good man with a pure soul who could be proud and deserved honor, 
But now... now... it is beauty and wealth that lead us to have pride in ourselves...
So shallow, no depth...
Surface looks, when did they overrule the pure complete honesty we should all live by?
But we are lost... what is the way back? Is there a way back?
Do we even care enough to look for a way back?
Or better yet, if we did look and find a way back what would we find?
Perhaps we would discover that the meaning of pride and honor has been forever corupt,
And the only way out is to turn and look forward... for we cannot change the past, 
We can learn from and use our knowledge of it to help mold that which is to be our future.
A future of continuing freedom.
A pathway to Peace.


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Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Narrative | |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus to Iran

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

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

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



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



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

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



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

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

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



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

You stood firm, you stood tall.

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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

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


I salute you!



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






Details | Free verse | |

Hyphenated Words

What is a hyphenated word?
A written impression?
An expression of discourse?
Defamation redefined?
At fault when it is labeled as hate?

What are words when they change
to play a different game, 
to make it more palatable, 
yet,
the meaning remains unchanged?

The use of hyphenated words, 
politically correct hate.

 

 Author Note:

The use of hyphenated words such as the N-word has become an acceptable alternative in 
discussions related to racial slurs. I fail to understand how this is tolerated when the word 
has the same meaning and should have the same impact as unacceptable under any 
condition.


Details | Rhyme | |

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU?

What all hear various definitions
 of what marriage means.
Not realizing the consequences
 this often brings!

There’s often a lack of commitment and faithfulness.
Many still looking for a true source of happiness!

This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife.
Needs to have his spirit,
 to guide our life!

It’s no wonder why, there’s many falling apart!
It’s causing heartache and many broken hearts!

No court in the land can wash away sin’s dark stain.
When adultery happens, things aren’t the same!

May we all seek to ask God
 to strengthen our home!
He’s there to help us!
 When we feel all alone!

We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us!
He wants to do this!  Because he loves us!

Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong!
His word will teach us what’s right and wrong!

May we seek HIS guidance and council!
You’ll find, that he is always most helpful!

Please Jesus… Heal the broken families
 across this nation!
For only you can provide
 a much needed foundation!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Living Out Loud

A good portion of the nation is living out loud

involuntarily, because of invasion of privacy,

Inquisitions prompted by religious affliliations

and racial discriminations,

Private living has become obsolete,

obliterated by accusations, and curiosities,

The American Dream no longer holds the 

same meaning for everyone,

Foreigners' lives are plastered on every news edition,

from the products they use, to the foods they eat,

Quiet lives are no longer discreet,

such indignities and inhumane treatments have become

the norm, because spies come in all sizes, shapes and forms,

When will all the mistrust and circumspection end?

Remember, Terrrorists don't lay down roots and pretend to

be friends........,

They are only committed to appearances and ends.




Details | Prose Poetry | |

MOTHER TONGUE

We had a steel-coiled fence 
that kept us apart;  kept in purity,
spoke out in purity.

We played Barbies in a tree that
bordered each side, not knowing
it had a
zone.

Our Barbie world was created; 
dresses hung on branches
little mirrors for wee doll hands;
leaves assigned our closets.

I gibbered and you jabbered, and
the worst thing happened, I learnt
English, but what happened to your
French?

Language traveled through the holes
of our steel-coiled fence.


Details | Monoku | |

Alien-nation

One more alien... an extra terrestrial. Bloody foreigners.


Details | Rhyme | |

Political Correctness Brings Spiritual Weakness

Political Correctness Brings Weakness!

In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength…  But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong…   But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”

We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth!  And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!

God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus!  Now!  More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems!  He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation!  We need YOU this hour!

By Jim Pemberton   09/30/13





Details | Rhyme | |

Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


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


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LAND OF THE FREE

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






Details | Couplet | |

DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

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

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

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

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

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

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

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

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



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


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

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

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

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




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


Details | Villanelle | |

Infuriated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Nothing Poem

This song is about nothing
You might as well stop reading
Coz you won’t miss a thing
This song can never be serious
But you are all curious
Coz you want to hear what I’m gonna say next
But if you take it in whatever context
Nothing is still gonna be nothing
No rhythm, no rhyme
Just a waste of time
I make the rhymes as I go along
Coz like I said this is my nothing song
If I were you I would press the next button
Pack my bags and gladly move on
But you wanna hear how the song unfolds
You wanna hear all the untolds
You wanna hear how the song ends
Trying to make sense out of nonsense

How can you describe nothing?
The absence of everything?
No light, no air, no sound, smell or taste?
Something that is void of any being?
Something intangible? Something invisible?
Zero, zip zilch? Nil, null or naught?
A non-entity? A nobody?
Is it possible to listen to nothing?
I don’t think so
Does nothing exist?
Maybe yes and maybe no
Without knowing it I have created a flow
Can you believe you sat there and read nothing?
You might be angry by now
The song might even sound silly
But I haven’t said  anything
Because this song is about nothing

Nothing can never be something
But this something has come from nothing
This song is about nothing
Not about a country wounded with sorrow
Baffled by bruised egos of youth with no tomorrow
I will not mention the lunacy of any leaders
The madness that envelopes the populace
The impudence of the police
And all known worldly evils
When hunger creeps in
Blame big brother
When poverty hits
Blame big brother
When wars ravage
Blame big brother
When corruption strikes
Blame big brother
When disease looms
Blame big brother
Dear reader, I don’t know what to say
So I will say nothing
There you go

You must be mad
Thinking I’m a big fool
And my song ain’t cool
But I told you this is a nothing song
If you don’t believe me
Go back to the very first line
Or read the poem again
And get the idea
In my mind there is nothing
In my heart there is nothing
By my side there is nothing 
And this is my nothing song


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The only planet of choice

Nowadays, when I look at sunset I feel as it is the last one...
We have a big problem!
All of us on the Earth must ask ourselves what we have done to our beautiful and unique Earth.
Because of our shameless egoism we have forgotten how to live with the nature and how to thank God for living on the Earth.
Why is it so hard living simple life instead what we are doing now; we have complicated everything!
Our planet is called "The only planet of choice" and what have we chosen!?
We have chosen our self destruction because the only thing we destroy is human existence.
The Earth will be existing in the future after punishing human race for being and acting like gods.
The new circle will begin and the new kind of life will substitute stupid humans.
Our final destiny will be "lost in the universe without home".
But all this should not be happen if we change ourselves.
We must love the Earth, our beautiful home because it is our promised land, our paradise.


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

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

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

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

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


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The Undisputed

The Undisputed



 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

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

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.


 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


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Haikus About God: VI

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


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Mind Games

I am a waterfall in the desert.
A rain from a cloudless sky. 
A well known but unborn child. 
An insistence experience 
that you never had. 

I play mind games with your brain. 
When you strike the keys 
and remember the sea 
I come as indefinable memory. 
When you look at your watch 
and the time has passed
you feel me like a fleeting hallucination.

I play mind games with your brain.
I’m nesting behind your eyes.
I’m ranging through your dreams.
You are finding me in all of your desires. 
In all of those are absent from you. 

I play mind games with your brain.
I stand in the places that you cannot reach. 
I exist where you cannot touch upon. 
But I am what you always waiting for 
I m what holds your life on. 

I play mind games with your brain. 
But I swear this is not fun.
I feel unbearable loneliness. 
Because I do not have a body 
And you, that you have, refuse it to me.


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Don't Stop Now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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United Nations Plaza

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are Church Doors Locked

WHY ARE CHURCH DOORS LOCKED?

I have been a member for many years. I attend when ever I can.  I pray and pay.
I guess, I took it for granted, but not anymore. I must stand up for all that want to know.  For all that need to know. No! I am not a  hero, but I would like to know. 

There was a time in my youth, when it was un-thinkable to lock a church door. Did congress pass a law, while I was sleeping?  Should I call the sheriff?  Why didn’t the pastor tell me?  Does he know? Did he lock the front door, side door, and even the back door? Does God know, the doors at the church are locked?  Saints, we are in big trouble.

Okay! Let’s get serious. Are you trying to keep something locked out? Are you trying to keep something locked in? This could be a sin. There are two individuals in the congregation that I can ask.  They certainly must know answer. After all, their name is Brother Lock and Brother Smith. Yes! The Lock Smith Brothers. 

Now if the Devil is locked up, when I leave church, I’m okay with that. You say, I should not worry about this.  Well! It is now at the top my list. I want to know more. It’s time to stop church crime.  

Dr. "G"


Details | Quatrain | |

The City Sleeps

Corridors, power, call it what you like When shadows fall, on this hot June night These walls, this place, I'm absorbed I wonder why They, the inflicted, their embers, we now throw them to the sky Sleeping giants of Auschwitz, in mass production die Good boy psycho killers, into their new world they tread To look for new horizons and leave behind their dread Behind half moon meadow, now decaying in ancestral creep Amidst discarded gates and ditches, this, the city sleeps Their corridors of Epiphany, whilst Christianity weeps <> Written using the track titles to the Touchstones album <> The City Sleeps


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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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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The Bookworm

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


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TWENTYNET 1960s - aka The 1960s A Changing World

Women's liberation
Bras burned
Girls were confused…excited!
Gloria Steinem central figure,
Speaks out.
Women shout.
Politicians doubt.
Equal Rights!
New thinking.  New songs.  New vocabulary.
Debating: Equal jobs for equal pay.
Strong women.
Many followers.
Surprisingly, numerous men quit opening doors.
Woodstock proclaims, “Make love, not war!”
Many soldiers die; "Vietnam Conflict" rages.
Soldiers come home, their world, changed.
War heroes were ignored.
Women worked untraditional jobs.
Many prayed.
Many died.

© May 25, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  MAGIC OF DECADE'S MOOD 	
Sponsored by: nette onclaud


Details | Clerihew | |

God That Taste Like Rubber

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






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


Details | Etheree | |

Aung San Suu Kyi

Her
Nelson
Mandela
tenacity
has final reward
with elated cries of
glee in newly elected
democracy. This much honored
lady of Burma birth is free at
last to share her worth in her peaceful mirth.


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It Just Ain't There

I whisper to the snails
Who’d sooner die much less fail
There’s nothing left inside those eyes
As tears drop into pails

The light is warm but I can’t touch it
Till I pay the rent
But the man is hollering back at me
With just too much demand

But as I look up to the sky
The helicopter’s still there
Constantly judging me
A supersonic glare
And I know that we can’t win
We’re fighting for a freedom
That we know just ain’t there

I whisper to the men 
Who’d sooner die much less fail
There’s nothing left inside your eyes
As tears drop into pails

The light is warm but you can’t touch it
Till you pay the rent
The man is hollering back at you
With just too much demand.


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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.


Details | Rhyme | |

IS TIME KILLING US

So much is happening. 
Time is flying like the speed of lightning. 
We know where it will end and still we just go on and pretend. 
Where are we going what do we have to gain. 
This rushing is not exciting it's more like one big pain.
I really feel sorry for the world so much so that I could cry.
But then I ask myself why? 
The world is constantly turning but people aren't learning. 
If when we do learn are we taking heed and yearning?
I like peace and love, that's what life should be about. 
I rather put the pen to the paper then to scream and shout.
There's fighting everywhere like it is a rebellion.
But is it a revolution whatever happened to the good ole American institution. 
So in our cities and communities what can be done? 
Or do we still live by the gun.
Racial walls between people must be torn to the ground 
In the bible answers can be found and then love will abound 
Since 9/11 is terror now the name of the game? 
Who should we fear if we know the Lord’s name. (JESUS)
Or you can sit and wait for the bomb to fall. 
And you'll be part of what killed us all. 

If God brings it to you- God will bring you through it.   Kings 8:24


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F Bomb

“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I get a window seat
Away from defeat
Can I get park for the kids to play
Next to the spot
Where Rosa refused her seat

Langston in my pen
Proud, young, and free
Handsome and intelligent
The government targets me
First,
In a second
My history is a blessing
The court system in racist
Society shows the traces.


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Liberation(for karani kelvin)

THE sun superbly smiles in the world
The faces of the people become impeccably bright
And the birds brood, sing softly enraptured,
Wet green grass glean with dew light,
Various flowers loutishly bloom bright and fresh
And the dull, dark night stars disappear,
A breeze cuts through the world without brash,
Hearts of people beat lightly the rhythm they endear
And their souls unburdened duly of dubious oppression,
Their formerly bowed backs now straitening,
Some jubilant wiping the sweat of emancipation
From their victorious visages, now blatantly beaming;
And the mountains seem to recede down to plains,
The burly, bullish bushes let sun rays penetrate,
The rivers flow on sun shined land, colorlessly sedate,
Seas now smell of edible, huge fish’
And thence, the long eagerly awaited tuneful liberation
Emerges from the sun-coated east horizon goldfish
Spreading luxuriantly to the west with expectation


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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



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Day Servants -- Servientas Diarias

Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia
forman una linea larga para la migra.
Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales --
y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas.
Cuando las preguntan sus destinos,
contestan con las frases que han ensayado:
quiero comprar pollo en especial,
o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart --
mientras sus patronas del dia acechan,
a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin,
con los motores en marcha.  
Estan fumando impacientemente.
Otro Winston? 


(For translation, see "About This Poem")


Details | Free verse | |

Roll Call

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION








Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

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


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Judgment

What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.


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Yakar da Oldurur

Duzenin girdabinda
Kurulan yeni duzenler
Oyun icinde oyun kuranlar

Her aninda gunun yazda oyna
Her oyunda yonet  inani 
Gelecek yazilmis tohum ellerinde

O eller yakar da oldurur
Oyunu oynamak icin  kuralina
O eller hep ellerimizde biz istedikce
Yakar yikar  dostlarini  sessizce
O eller  kavurur yarinlari sen dur demedikce

Duzenin girdabinda koca bir cop yigini 
Oyunu oynayanlar ve oynatanlar kul yigini
Umit edersin  kufte  yasam gelecege tohum dusecek




Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


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

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

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

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

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

tomorrow shall be ours,

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

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

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Laughter is Indeed the Best Medicine On Hand

A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this, 
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, 
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions, 
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

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


Details | Lyric | |

Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.


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Who to believe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Goodbye for Now

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


Details | Cinquain | |

Tighten That Belt

Illness,
Diagnosis,
Rush to emergency,
Prep the patient for surgery,
Cut back.


Details | Free verse | |

Retro - The Ever Fashionable Oppression of Women

A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.

The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

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


Details | Couplet | |

Rat Race




Rat race, rat race,
All going to the same place,
Move faster and pay no mind,
Their games keep mankind blind,
Another number for the rich,
Someday when were in their ditch,

Rights, fights,
Gave them away for ravenous appetites,
Illusions and delusions
I pled guilty to sinister pollution,
Frustration comes 
As humanity goes numb

Rat race, rat race,
Inevitable landslide
Full of pride
Everyone’s lied,
Morality has died,
With arms open wide

America the Great
Like prey, they just wait
Bow down to your money
Make love to your greed
While you feed your need
Vampires now lead.


By: Sabina Nicole
2-14-13


Details | Rhyme | |

Bukowski

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not so genius

 


Details | Senryu | |

Puppet on a string

linked by a silk rope 

i am played by the hand ..folklore 

puppet on a string 

p


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Illuminati

Illuminati 
 Wonder that controls all life
  The fall of us all


By Gareth James


Details | Blank verse | |

One Small Thought

One smalll thought
About this life....and who runs it:


It would seem to me that

The moral test of any government
Is how it treats those who are in the Dawn of Life:
Their c'hildren...
How it treats those who are in the Twilight of Life:
Their Elderly.....
And how it treats those who are in the Shadows of Life:
Their Sick
Their Needy
Their Disabled
And Their Handicapped......

How are WE doing
So far......
Yeah,
I thought so.....


Details | Free verse | |

All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


Details | Lyric | |

Tower of Babel

Written by the wisest of man
The reign of loss; the age of sand
Ancient scribes search in their hearts
For what will be once they depart

The course is vain, carved by self-need
The river flows from beauty to greed
Gods of love detached from their sight
Excuses now to murder the light

Wisdom knows the pleasure that sings
In the minds of desperate things
Just one pretext and all would collapse
Into the world which they are now trapped

Open eyes scanning for sight
The darkened mass creating the night
The ashen blood coating their dreams
In which they laugh for lack of true sleep

A world of one, Babylon’s pride
The tower formed, pleasing their lies
The wakeful flow with passion unhinged
But love is caught and numbed by syringe

Written now for the wisest of those
That may awake from forceful repose
A guiding star upon inner truth
Awake to strength or find it removed


Details | Didactic | |

Word Impression Poem 7: Constult

Heights there are,
Which no intelligence, perhaps, may reach,
But when the foolish conspire together
They fall, entwined, into a bottomless deep.
Bad enough to drift in our lone delusions
But when leaders gather and constult,
Social decay should be the expected result.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

FACE TO FACE

I FACE YOU / YOU FACE ME 
THIS IS A PHASE OF REALITY 
PRACTICALLY DEATH IS ETERNITY
HOPE YOU GET THIS CONSTANTLY

THAT THE TRUTH REVEALS TRUTH AND LIES ARE DEMONIZED 
VISUALIZE THE TRUTHS AND OPEN ALL EYES
‘CAUSE THE FACT WE HAVE TO FACE IMPACTS ALL MINDS
BUT THE PRICE WE HAD TO PAY COST MORE THAN OUR LIVES
AS WE CRAM KNOWLEDGE IN SKULLS IN HOPE THEY'LL TURN WISE
BUT LIES FOR THE WISE ARE UNSPOKEN TRUTHS UTILIZED
THE STREETS ARE HARD AS OUR NEIGHBORS CLOSE THEIR BLINDS 
LIFE IS WAR: YOU AND I ARE LANDMINES
AS DISEASES OF LOVE MAKING KILL HUSBANDS AND WIVES
THE BOOKS WERE RIGHT, WE ARE LIVING IN HARD TIMES
AS THE WEALTHY STAY WEALTHY BUT THE POOR ECONOMIZE
THE INTELLIGENT STAY HEALTHY BUT THE IGNORANT ARE OTHERWISE
FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH THEN THEY REALIZE
THAT LIFE IS A TRANCE WE ARE ALL HYPNOTIZED
IN THIS RAT RACE OF HUMAN DISGRACE 
CHANGING THE WHOLE PLACE 
TO PACE THE CHASE OF THE FACTS WE HAVE TO FACE 
THAT LIFE IS A TEST WE JUST HAVE TO ACE
AND LEARN AFTER DEATH THAT WE ARE
FACE TO FACE

I FACE YOU / YOU FACE ME 
THIS IS A PHASE OF REALITY 
PRACTICALLY DEATH IS ETERNITY
HOPE YOU GET THIS CONSTANTLY

THESE FAT CATS WITH STOMACHS FOR TIRES MUST RETIRE
AS OUR LEADER’S FACING THEIR OWN DESIRES
WHILE THESE LIRES FUEL THE WRONG NATION’S FIRE
LET’S REHIRE ADMIRALS WE ADMIRE
THIS NATION USES COMPASSION FOR FAME AND FASHION
GOOD IDEALS COME IN RATIONS
WHERE DOUBT IS BROUGHT SLAVERY IS BOUGHT
NOW WE FACE FEELINGS TAGGED BY PRICE
AS THE IMPRESSION OF THE RECESSION SLIGHTLY RISE
THE VALUE OF A GESTURE ISN’T A JUST REWARD
CAUSE A SIMPLE SMILE NO ONE CAN AFFORD
AS THIS WARNING IS FUTURE’S COMEDY
THE TRAGEDY OF THIS PARODY IS NOW SOMEONE ELSE’S MISERY
AS SOME LIVE REVERSE TO EVIL
TO ROCK-THE-VIL ON THE SOCIETY NOT CIVIL
CHASING ILLUSIONS ONLY TO CATCH NIL
FACING FACT FROM FICTIONAL THRILL
IN THIS RAT RACE OF HUMAN DISGRACE 
CHANGING THE WHOLE PLACE 
TO PACE THE CHASE OF THE FACTS WE HAVE TO FACE 
THAT LIFE IS A TEST WE JUST HAVE TO ACE
AND LEARN AFTER DEATH THAT WE ARE
FACE TO FACE


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

VIBRATION

Call it alliteration or pun  or something else you are free,
Don’t make a brouhaha out of this ,broer!,
The brevity of my blizzard of words cannot be 
Blotted out, even after a breathalyser test.

I’m not drunk or having down’s syndrome
but infected with cytomegalovirus which
makes me talk like Cockatiel or Cockatoo,
this is why I’m cockahoop over this.

I love weasel words mixed with whimsical quality;
Many have morbid fascination for violent
Which can put them in a quagmire,
While some appreciate peace ,political stability,
Selfless service and accountability without strangulating
the downtrodden and opulent indigents.
As a sentient being ,it seems like speaking semblance 
of nonsense but it’s not so.

I vibrate for I’m sick of oppression,
nepotism ,covetousness and egocentric attitudes
Of our leaders, which is worst than worst;
Infuriating and nauseating.
‘Oh charity! When are you going to be accepted
 fully by man?’
‘Oh grace! ,are you still among us?’
‘Oh peace!, do not turn your face from us’.
‘Oh mother nature!, help us and forgive our wicked deeds.’


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The House of Criticisms

In the house of criticisms
the wall is lined with mirrors
echoing reflections of those
who brawl, spewing hate
and criticisms that stunt
progress or emotional evolution,
The house quakes from the
venomous quips, that are spoken
in hushes, traveling to the hearts
of unsuspecting souls.......


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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 | |

The Arrogance of Mr Glad

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

The Seagull

The seagull


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Erase The Noose

Niggas on the loose
All they really need is a sense that 
the noose is loose
Grasping life as a nigga aint so 
much easy
Get killed ova a dolla
And you hollering why father?
It’s hard in the man’s world
But don’t use excuses as a twirl
Slave mentality got a nigga loosin 
reality
Stay strong black brotha
Stay strong black sista 
For our time is here to realize
That niggas are the main attraction 
To the white man’s nun-satisfaction 


Details | Pantoum | |

Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             


Details | Haiku | |

45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Haiku | |

colors of freedom

colors of freedom
remind us what wars have cost --
we must not forget


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Free verse | |

building my stolen empire out of loose ends: CRIME OF THE CENTURY

was this tortured victoms ground zero a lie?
were his 17 sites of an obsessive world peace nature proof in the pudding?
were the forgetfulintentions of poetrypoem helpful at all?
the life lesson of ressurecting three literary saviours and then slaughter them
how many witnesses
to this technicolor dream there to keep you living?

can you prove me wrong
that i just averted the holocaust?
was the confusion of this necisary?

from the homeless shelter starting over

the realisation of how many cities have already cried
not televised of their tears
the world sick with war

many affected in their own ways for their perceptions of a life they lived


Deadlocked
back stab society
deadlocked
crime of the century
deadlocked

the story of a stolen empire
whoever they were
were going to bomb my city
whoever they are
have been torturing people
whoever they were
are going to lie through their teeth

deadlocked with confusion
sucked in with terrorism
and spit out as a peace keeper
sucked in with good intentions to aid survivors of tragedy and war
spit out as person with a soul

deadlocked
the crime of the century
classic con or not
the mixing pot society
that almost died
the mystery unravelling of me your allie
and you working for me
to kill worldly enemies
to play the game to get me laid
called keeping miserable happy

all the way from youtube's imcallingjapan
to an x tube music video
all the way from the governments of facebook

the pancake sting of the satanic community
walking circles downtown clapping chanting pancakes
family and friends waiting acting like strangers
someone starts making fun of this person
he yells you hate sex
family and friends start clappping and chat sex sex sex
then give a stranger a high five
and walk away under cover again

deadlocked earth
i have taken over this planet
its a thing
like the way to kill warpigs if they take over the police
called rap
to color code an ambush
you cant coordinate
but i can

the crime of the century of saving your life
yeah thats my empire of loose ends
the ones that changed your life
the ones that fit in the manners of me taking over the world

those 80 families with million dollar paintings
with poems assisting futuristic intelligence on the back
deadlocked
back stab society

i just took over the planet
like the porn industries game of hug all over the mediapope of twitter


Details | Shape | |

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

                                  


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


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Falling of the Edge of the World

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year two thousand and six
Seven hundred and eighty four
That graced the lands we borrow
Were shown the extinction door

The Tasmanian Devil never nasty
To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land
The Dodo so strange a bird
Were in natures future plans

Twenty eleven now awaits us
Whilst us humans continually strive
Nine hundred and five is now the total
That will never be found alive

Us humans, before we go to sleep
Their falling of the edge of the world
But hey! we'll never change
We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php


Details | Free verse | |

Spy versus spy versus spy

If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me

One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot

Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine

Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know

The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time

We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic

Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | ABC | |

Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil





Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

They

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Year's End

Year's end.
The calendar expires
in time's continuum.
Arbitrary demarcations
shift and fade.
Locations change; faces age.
Everything, though different,
remains the same.
Plus ca change, plus ca meme.
The stars are ruled by cycles
that the year produces.
Time decides the issues.
Our lives are nursery songs
in minor keys and
everything's been said.


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Race Against Time

A race. 
Far flung and far fetched. 
Begin's now. 

A race for time. 
Against Time itself. 

The sands are flowing,
shifting like the Saharan dunes.
This is a race...a race against time.

The world, it's collapsing.
Everything.
Disasters, natural and our fault.
Increasing, more often than not.

A race...the race against Time. 

Solutions to be found, 
far out and uncomprehensible.
The world itself is reversing. 
Anti-clockwise. 
Turn around, see the light.

Time's luster is dulling,
fading with age. 
Fading away, rusting. 
Platinum facades, wiping away.

Implosion, destruction. 
Insanity taking over.
Mindless death,
the curse of our race.

This is a race. A race against Time.

This is The Race...

What time is it? 

Why, it's 3 till midnight. 



The Race Against Time.


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Alliteration | |

Work Aint Honest But It Pays The Bills

They say when life throws you lemons, make lemonade. Well the niggas i know work and its not honest, but it pays the bills in the words of badu because she gone tell you the truth and ima give you the scoop on a livin troop who got the boot because he didnt wana shoot a dude in the same resemblence as hisself but he still work, its not honest, but it pays "his" bills. -Afro_Kira


Details | Narrative | |

Look at the facts not the Debate

Do you see anything to smile about?
Someone was on fire during the debate
He drank so much water he stuttered
That a sign the raft of hell is getting hotter
Now I am more confused than ever

Our life isn't a political flash game
Do you see anything to smile about?

Today for me; tomorrow for you,
It only takes a few, to see and review,
The outlook on life, sadly it’s fading.
Before we are too quick to judge;
Do you see anything to smile about?

Many work places are going under;
Many people are on the unemployment line,
Not knowing what to expect or digest
Do you see anything to smile about?

Occupy Wall Street protest continue stronger than ever
Trying to save what's left of our future.
Only time would tell according to the scriptures
Occupy our minds let’s think of our children's future
Look at the facts not the faces
Do you see anything to smile about?

One keep smiling the other kept drinking
Many head of the households worries about Health Care
 What is life for a soldier on the front line? 

Do you see anything to smile about?
Yes I know a man is still a man
Even if he wears an expensive jacket and ties
Only differents  we as citizens have place 
 Such men in a high position to spy
We have to back it up and vote or choke
Do you see anything to smile about?

Relationships are dying Men and women for themselves
Broken hearts all over the place,
 The love of our patriach seizes
Do you see anything to smile about?

Homeless shelters are closing
 With or without people demonstrating or voting,
Do you see anything to smile about?

This is not any fault of our citizens 
Its bad management, how much more can we take
 It’s hard to smile during the recession besides a rebate!
Looks at the facts, not the debate
Partake and foresee our future.
We need more smiling faces.
We need to breathe!
Hell’s getting hotter,
 Apocalypse in mainstream
Now do you see anything to smile about?






Details | Couplet | |

Democrats vs Republicans

Democrats vs. Republicans
Where oh where to begin
If one takes a dive into their lives you would see how one side  always wins
For the red light is on, and times have certainly changed
We live in a world that is selfish and becoming more deranged
A house divided cannot stand
America is in fragmented pieces but they don’t understand
Words are cheap when actions lie
I vote for the man who’s in the sky
For he never changes and he really cares
Not these greedy politicians who point and stare
America is about the people who work hard in this life
Yet all our government seems to do is feed on weakness and strife
I am pro restoration,
And anti-abomination
I am pro family unity,
Not superficial comments spoken into our hurting community
A bitter game
It’s such a shame
It’s time for us to give America back its glorious fame
Speak with conviction
Hold up our youth
Burn all the lies and tell them the truth
There’s a generation that’s growing on welfare and government loans
Independence is being broken down by control that is clearly shown
A father fracture has intruded
Many hearts and minds are polluted
Do they care about restoring the family unit as a whole?
Or are they leeches sucking out all our young people’s souls
Purity has been banned
As they raise up sworn hands
I can see the coiling snakes
Oh dear America we have made a terrible mistake
What really matters has been perverse
Like a woman under a tragic curse
Vote for vitality
Not the pagan’s visions of immorality
Vote for untainted officials
Not for men who can’t control their own missiles
Restore the innocence to our children in our music and on TV
Someone be the voice stating that in bondage how can you call yourself free
Another chance,   might be our last
Look to the leaders of Americas past,
Discern their virtue and read their soul
Then you will know which way you should go
Take the blinders and finally see
That we are being held captive to a rise of insanity
While we still got power take a missive stand,
Our land was blessed because of the convictions of man.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For such a time as this


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fooling us All

Dumbing us down
no wonder we don't know
unaware for so long
feeding 
on what's been eating us

"but the bait tastes so good!"
we say
drooling diabetes down lazy lips
entranced
by high definition devices
all the world's shiny entices

and then there's addictions
the medications 
vibrations
frequencies 
they're fingering Mother Earth's atmosphere to
seducing mankind 
with the silence of her screams
raping our nurturer
as we remain oblivious

these elite thugs
conducting violence above the law
fooling us all


Details | Lyric | |

her toys are his

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


Details | Free verse | |

JSA BLUES

Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Countless jobs for the unemployed. Just search and see. It must be true the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take any job you can get. Work 80 hours a week. It's for your well being, the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take minimum wage if you must. That is all you are worth. You will thank us some day the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. I have the JSA blues This Government would not lie. The JSA blues. Government would not lie. JSA Blues. Would not lie. JSA blues. Not lie. JSA blues. LIE!


Details | Narrative | |

Jose

Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in an alley
shielded from wind and eyes
by the bulk of two dumpsters
positioned at angles to each other.
This morning, his smile's
as brilliant as sunshine.
And if he's not exactly squeaky clean,
he's only a little the worse for wear --
probably more immaculate than we,
potential buyers at whom he flaunts his wares.


Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


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


Details | Free verse | |

Topsy-turvy

What if now was yesterday
And things are the way they were then
Would I be what I am today
Or would I be what I was back then
The world has gone topsy-turvy
The loads have gotten too heavy
Everything feels funny
Smiles only come with money
Life seems so unreal
I’m out of touch with reality
Commonsense is very scarce
Like a dog that eats its own vomit 
Betrayal comes before you even know it
Promises get broken
Vows unspoken
Principles don’t matter no more
Ethics are but a mirage
Goal posts are mobile
The chameleon is the king of camouflage
(But) even he doesn’t change that quickly
Who knows the ingredients of the broth we are about to take?
How many more years do we have to carry on?
Maybe it is too late to worry
I have just been crowned master of mischief
I need to be liberated
Please rescue me
I need to get back in touch with reality
(Where) The sun sets in the west
And rivers flow downstream
I cry for the lost past 
I long to return to the beginning
Where purity and serenity had meaning
Take me back in time
When mankind knew no crime
Days when I was young and true
Days filled with morality and virtue
Somebody give me direction
Show me the way
I’m going to say it loud
I’m going to say it clear
To those with ears let them hear
To them that have eyes let them see
Shackle me if you want
But I verily refuse to veil the truth
Anatero onenawo
Kalekale likanati lidzibwerera
Zinthu zanyanya


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

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


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Adamantine State

Pernicious weapons shall not devastate
An unvanquishable nation, an indestructible state
Lust for blood rips thousands’ bodies apart
Each slaughtered by a master of slaying art
Salvaged from inhumanity of humankind
They rise to Heaven for eternal peace of mind
Into the air, their invincible spirits float
“Never give up”, with their blood they wrote
Eternity will witness the victory we await


Details | Rhyme | |

We The Lost People

Our government says were incompetent –
our weapons they must take.
The 2nd Amendment no longer applies,
life, liberty and the pursuit happiness
is now at stake.

Our forefathers were merely mistaken –
this Constitution they’ve drafted in vain.
So they tear it apart piece by piece,
as We The People watch with disdain.

Your opinion doesn’t matter here –
Freedom of Speech belongs to them,
to a perverse, corrupted society,
too ignorant to see their condemned.

The Bill of Rights once ever so protected –
the Ten Commandments in every courtroom,
both now are strictly an abomination,
to this Godless Country in doom.

Take heed to their acts of subtle changes –
to their intensive need to change our creed,
People! It’s not about protecting us!
It’s about control, domination and greed!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


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Islands of Poverty

Throughout this prosperous country stands
many forsaken islands of poverty;
There is no need to visit foreign lands
to find children poor and hungry.

Yet charity flows to third world shores
as if blinded by what’s so near;
These islands that lie right outside our door,
that we seem to just hope will disappear.

We refuse to raise the minimum wage
and begrudge them the few food stamps they get;
We call them “lazy”, in fits of rage,
and charity at home we soon forget.

I think it’s great we care for the world,
but not at the expense of the islands here at home;
It’s not the fault of those boys and girls -
we shouldn’t leave them on their own.

In one of the richest countries here on earth
islands of poverty still abound;
What is all this excess worth,
if a way to help cannot be found?


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Seven sins of why

Boiled in international broth soiled by an internal sloth emphasizing the epiphany gorged by an internal gluttony salivating a want to succeed griped by an internal greed creative moments of clarity enveloped by an internal envy triumph built on trust lynched by an internal lust paved to form a new path wasted by an internal wrath collective thoughts collide pilloried by an internal pride


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Our Country Needs God Right Now

Our Country Needs God Right Now!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton   01/13/14


Details | Limerick | |

To Patrick, I thank

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






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

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


Details | 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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Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here

Abandon Hope All Ye
 Who Enter Here



Ever the edifice
The bold and self-serving statue
Proud ego stamped
In the courtyards and squares
Of those who have diminished ( ordinary )

Ever the hero who by guile
Steals the heroes burial
With self sacrificial offerings of ballot boxes ( rigged )

Ever the flag waving
For the faceless dictators
Who by money and army medals adorned
Assume control
Via  coup d'état ( or money )

Ever the religious fanatic
Behind Iattola, priest, missionary and Papist
Ever the quiet and raucous rapist 
Of faith

Ever the secret of power hunger ( sanctioned )
Allowed to dictate
Through political expediencies
Ever the murder of country men
To rule the country

Ever the nationalistic barrage of pride
For coloured cloth
Defines identity
And not humanity ( human )

Ever the innocent left to bleed
To fill the coffers of nameless greed
And ever the hate to feed
The racial, political and religious idiocy ( bigotry )

Ever the door which opens
For men and women returning home
With the triumphal marches
Of black body bags

Ever the tear gas, riot shield and rubber bullet
Ever the faces of Tienanmen Square
Ever the bodies of The World Trade Centre
Ever the terrorism of lies
Ever the truth denied
Ever love defiled

Ever the innocent left to bleed
To fill the coffers of nameless greed
And ever the hate to feed
The racial, political and religious bigotry ( idiocy )



Ever the door which open
Welcoming home
Mothers and Fathers
From their long days labours ( ordinary )


Details | Limerick | |

Quit Wasting My Time { Edit }

<                               One by one they'll shall roll on and come
                                 Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
                                 Echoes  are acknowledge
                                 Cast across thy arched bridge
                                 Haste makes waste even for everyone




Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All


Details | Free verse | |

Thin line

Thin line between politics and truth
Be a man like sword  both sides  akin
What could do man without wearing  mask
Making promises in his dreams without cutting corners
What could do man make others wear his shoes
Afraid of how much  his followers can  take
Betray his felowship  become an enemy



Details | Rhyme | |

What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


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Silence

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

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

People speak in silence

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

Everyone is listening
But without hearing a word you say









Details | Rhyme royal | |

TEAR GAS TICKET


TEAR GAS TICKET

Gotta get home.
Comin' on night.
Notta time to roam.
Air tastin' fight.

Me, jump on a ride--
toward my town.
Tout, he says with pride--
‘Best bus around’

Next guy says to me
‘Drivers start strike--
We just have to see
What this ride’s like.’

Strikers kiss their stones
To Throw them straight.
'God please get me home--
It's gettin' on late.'

white gal slinks down
covers her face
she's just like me
needs a hidin' place

Strikers kiss their rocks.
Wounded bus jolts.
Me, I worry clocks
While street revolts.

Army trucks here--
Green pour out.
Driver looks scared,
So does tout.

Pop and pop again--
Know that sound.
Tear gas kiss eye
Tanks rumble ground.

Safe inside the bus--
white gal and me,
Stink kills all the fuss
And home goes we!


NOTE:  tout (rhymes with out) is the bus conductor--his job is to hawk until bus is full

PLACE:  Nairobi, Kenya   11/28/2012  during political unrest before elections


Details | Free verse | |

I am an African farmer

I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth is a blessed calling
Transcending generations even unborn 
For man, food must be, for life must be
I know who I am, a facilitator typified 

Learning in life has made man conquer forever 
My contemporaries smile, they chose to learn 
Like they sow, the more they keep reaping

My shepherds are led by their noses and stray
My portion varies wildly from existing branding
I reap with the pests and weeds and back ache
Years of manual tilling has tilted my pose
The sun has melted my swagger, resistance I am 
I have never seen tractors only hoes behold 
Monies for farms fund party rallies, orgies
Agricultural subsidies strictly for city men
No knowledge of chemicals and plant food

The human factor beats them all 
The little harvest must be shared to bear 
Streams of humans surviving on tiny bits
To share for us is tomorrow lived and beyond 
While the bourgeoisie wallow during filthy wealth  
These calloused hands they are bent to tear 


Details | Free verse | |

Moshe

A long time ago one kid would shower snowballs up on us his name was Moshe neighbour's ewe lamb, once he drowned my family's cat after pricking it all over with his mother's tailor needle. He didn't apologise didn't look back. He'd laugh when I would kiss you beneath the willow right on your reddish cheek sort of a ripe midsummer's fruit when our dry lips hadn't already been wading through the childhood to the dewy land. And Moshe was working together with his father veterinarian - latex gloves, scissors tubing, tents, patching up the gashes for curs puttin'em to sleep due to the rabies, the birds would withdraw from the sky when Moshe would spend his night-time on a loft sewing up the tails of the mice after tearing them off without any prayer, Lord, without a touch. Moshe had a scar below his eye he was born marked, genes, my dear, people saying that's a gene of scalpel and needle, and it's uncertain what they'd been doing with our parents's cats in the childhood. I met him at abandoned temple recently, Moshe, he was meshed into the bindweeds fogged from eternal shade demented from birdsongs wale-marked by God, or by Lucifer, or perhaps by me I swear I can't remember it's a long time we are seeking ourselves for each other at this temple you never know there's a chance we are simply insane.


Details | Rhyme | |

Genocide

Onto others, is hate, being given,
for no reason, with nothing, that they, have done.
Just because, they are, easily there, 
for blame, to be placed, on each, and everyone.

Then lives, soon after, are never spared,
from hearts, so cold; of love, they then deny.
Becoming unable, to see, the hearts, of all people,
as they, are ready, to cause, a people, to die.

Million bodies of death, lay upon, the ground,
while the rest, of them, go run and hide.
The world should defend, and try to then mend,
and not pretend, people yet, have not died.


Details | Rhyme | |

Who Will STAND UP For Jesus


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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.


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Medicinal Criminal

You hold my hand
Tears stream, a warm compress placed upon my pale face
Increasing pain, so much fear my heart begins to race
Curled in my own bed
Trying to wrap this absurdity around my aching head
For just two mere miles away is the best E.R.
Now out of reach
It seems so far

I must be seen
For the bill be will so obscene
So young, I want to continue having fun
I’m my insurances bitch, but by no means am I done
Sick at twenty-four
There is an expensive cure

You still hold my hand
Drained from increasing pain
This is why I fight for a certain prop
OR I couldn’t eat
Then DEAD I would drop

Mom you gave me the gift of life
I want to be like you…live long enough to become the perfect mommy and 
wife
Hopefully,  change is in the air
Life can be scary, nauseating and pretty unfair

PROHIBITION! Such a joke
A law based on racism and money
It’s so sad… it is almost funny
Getting sicker, I begin to shake

Fear on your face
A mom ever so frighten
I have to smoke
I get mild relief with a single toke

How ironic… Now I’m not ever so “pure”
For tonight I am just another PPO whore
Sill saying no
You tell me we need to go
You tell me screw the bill
I shouldn’t be thinking about my will
Bags, jewelry, shoes...
Mentally dividing my possessions 
You hold my hand

Carried to the car
It is now time to go to that E.R.
I lay in the hospital bed
No longer in misery, no longer feeling like the living dead
Test run
Necessary, but oh so not fun
Medicine injected, I begin to feel clear headed

You hold my hand and tell me to fight
My inspiration
My best friend
Reminding me who I am
I want to thank you mom
Everything you have done and reminding me I have a voice
You tell me I am anything but weak
You give me endless encouragement to stand up and SPEAK

No one deserves to live in pain
What is wrong with the world today?
Who gets treatment?

First open the wallet!
Now see if you can pay...
I can live a normal comfy life in the ‘burbs
Yet I need relief from medical herbs
Something so minuscule
Keeps me mislabeled as a medicinal criminal...


Details | Terzanelle | |

Firearm Fantasies 1

Firearm fantasies

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fantasy mine
Issue real for all
Obama’s  dilemma?

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

17/Dec/12

S. Jagathsimhan Nair

Entered in SKAT's contest on 14 Jun 13.


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From a Heather Laden Hill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


Details | Free verse | |

Soaring For A Cup Of Love

Sunlight scarce, o' rainbow dove
I flutter wings a fifty five
just to see your weight up high
a snug,
in the clouds.

What parsing eyes, do thee enchant
a hue o' fifty fire ants
give or take a grand,
I wad my sense of wealth in color,
white is far too bland.

Someone spilled a sup of blue
a soup fit for three-hundert two,
if only it were true
that we could fill ourselves with color.

Someone see that bird up there,
whose rain arch bellows rainbow wings
and colors sing;
where there ain't no thing as hunger,
fill my stomach full of color,
my friend and brother
my sister, mother
grab my wing...

I'll take you to the play,
you needn't ever pay
...for a cup of love.


Details | Free verse | |

An Eternal Brain Fart

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


Details | Couplet | |

A putin

Every tiny putin
strives for being put in.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Kimo | |

Tyranny

The majority of human beings
on this planet are like sheep
those who suffer the Ram.

  


Details | Free verse | |

A new Ireland

It was a wet November day
on the motorway to Cork
waiting at traffic lights
a tiny man shuffled towards me
frail, bald and alone,
his piercing eyes beseeching,
palms outstretched, imploring.
His face ravaged with fear
his shame stirred shame in me
as I turned my face away,
I saw others do the same.

I felt raw discomfort 
it changed rapidly to fear
as the cold face of recession
the demise of my country
the pain of my people
stood before me
in this little man
an ache so immense,
I had covered it deep.

Faced now with utter revulsion,
abject anger towards our government,
our bankers and developers,
those sneaky golden circles,
as my eyes met his,
I saw my own reflection.
The country’s bubble burst a year ago
but he had just burst mine.

For In his tiny frame,
I saw our fragile nation
a country on its knees
begging for a bail out.

In his isolation,
I felt my own vulnerability
huge impending loss
as my children face emigration.

In his baldness, 
I saw the naked masses
new poverty and pain,
still crushing us, the people

This little man
could be me.






Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


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The Darkest Rain

The Darkest Rain

BIRTH

the dawn of the sun
flourishing of cells begun
birthing decadence

FIRST STEP

one innovation
persuading the rest of feet
laziness prevails

PUBERTY
metamorphosis
strength divided  by deceit
long arm of the law

REBELLION

growing civil unrest
the mass desecration of war
eminent demise

DESTINY

timeless prophecy
lethal black poisonous skies
death falling like rain

By: Jeremy Siedlecki


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



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Warrior's Soul

Her warrior’s soul has seen
A hundred wars
Lost in stalemate with no resolution.
A hundred lies
Shroud the truth and honour persecution.
.
Her warrior’s soul has heard
So many torments
Suffered by the weak, with hope extracted.
So many children
Cry in hunger while the world’s distracted,
 
Her warrior soul has fought
A thousand foes
Who fail to honour truth or pay the price.
A thousand causes
Raised to stem the flow of sacrifice
 
Her warrior’s soul has walked
Too many miles
She seeks the shadowed mist to pass the helm.
Too many lives
The spirits call her to the blessed realm.
 
Her warrior’s soul will hold
A single star
To guide her to the path that calls her fate.
A single wish
To see this world reborn and free of hate.


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Liberties Slowly Taken

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


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


For the "Taken" contest


Details | I do not know? | |

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Land of Sophia

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


Details | Kyrielle | |

Not in God's Name

Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, Jew – 

I understand your point of view.

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

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Islam means “peace”.  We all want that.

Meet the Quakers.  Be friends and chat.

Buddhist, Hindu – we’re all the same.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Jehovah’s Witness to a Sikh:

Sisters and brothers, let us speak.

It’s not a case of placing blame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

“An ye harm none, do as ye will.”

The Wiccan Rede, we must fulfill.

Let peace on Earth become our aim.

No “holy” war is in God’s name. 


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | Rhyme | |

Train of Retrospection

Platform breezes, spitting rain, red brick station, vintage train. Take a seat, relax with ease. Conductor's voice, 'Your tickets please' Time to leave, the whistles cry, release of brakes, hydraulic sigh. Boiler stoked, the pressure's high, clouds of steam feed hazy sky. Pace increases, prospects vast, golden sun, then shadows cast. Tunnel vision, fortunes passed, speed illusion, double fast. Transport systems side by side, railways clatter, waters glide. Broken buildings all but hide industries that sadly died. Sleeping coalmines, unforged steel, stillness grips the potter's wheel. Once fired kilns no more anneal. Unemployment fears turn real. Dereliction, overgrown. Shattered lifestyles, hope unsown. City's future lies unknown. Lives to whet on worn out stone. Climb aboard the yester-train to days of work, then back again.
S.Tideswell 2nd May 2009


Details | Monorhyme | |

Why Another Oil Spill

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


Details | Blank verse | |

words words words

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


Details | Rhyme | |

What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

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


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Ashen Decay

We arose from the bunker
To a scene never seen
What was once green and vibrant
Ashen, no gleam

Below the church we stand
In staring appall
No sense we make of it
This deathly thrall

They did it, they went and did it
The buttons, they pressed
Mindless, crazy idiots
In their war mongering zest

Choking, spluttering we are
In confused look around
Shadows of where they were
Graffiti surround

Black shadows fly
Amidst the ashen decay
Carrion cravers they be
In flesh stripping array

Emaciated to thin
In skeletal walk, we
To where, we're not sure
In this land, we be

Radiated and stressed
As we peer to our sun
Decades in the dark, we'll be
Man's new era has begun








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


Details | I do not know? | |

a problem a agenda issue

Antique and aging wonder, 
creating problems question to be solved  or answer

Passion of discussion and lowering standard to accept, 
 that which is becoming of issue, 
a final result or conclusion of a problem.

Why barring in stiff conflict we resure the true agenda, 
a list or problems of things to consider to get done.

so we sit down day to day in cities or block or zones, 
as we watch situation like time laps with in those zones. like circumstances trying to fit into a perfect square, how can we reword it, 
must be life or something similar?   

Stuff and ball like a chorus and chart like false obligation barring for the truth, 
the words of prejudice come to throne...

price of lights and switchs, , 
like a belly field of ants grown on the switch and enrudite to the enrich of the crops, 
and for what
 the right to vote.

disconnection & decoding nor felt the strain of the real struggle of after math but just complain and struggle.

This three words of: problem, issue, agenda could lead to all out war or all out solution of welfare

At the end the day i like to think of my self as socialist but coming from the dark side of the moon, 
 who could say what part of the barn are you from or is that fresh meat you wait on, 

so all i can say is have a nice day, 
as life go on
we sit around and waiting and debated
what is becoming a growing feud, 
whats going on my young brothers....


Details | Rhyme | |

Sanctity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Limerick | |

Pregnant with Deceit

Their flashy words so rhetorical
Nothing new, just all historical
Words pregnant with deceit
Costumes mailed, in receipt
Unmasked, see... most are identical

For Carolyn's "Election Humor Contest"


Details | Light Poetry | |

Crock Around The Clock

<        Barack
             What Crock










No Pun Just Humor LOL



Entry For Brian Strand's
Two Lines Of Two Syllables 
Footle Contest  G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

when the world wakes up tomorrow

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime.

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. wiki leaks, 
google maps, g.mails, the Xbox play and i.phone

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. we all tweet, 
the news and thoughts, sitting in cozy office and a coffee

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. the bails outs, 
the stock markets and the emergency meetings

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. it will spin on 
its axis, same markets of iraq and karachi, & afghans

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Same 
complains conspiracies theories and blame game

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Constructions, 
accusations, malls and shopping festivals

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Traffic jams, 
blackberry messaging, office reporting and bills

when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime.


Details | I do not know? | |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Tanka | |

The Slaves Tanka

Of what use is time
If it’s consumed by passion
Servicing others
Servitude that drowns your dream
While you toil and save and pay

©david byrne March 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Hurry Home

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

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

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

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

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

                                          Love 
                                                Kat
                                                Meowwwww LOL



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

Also Entry For Brian Strand's 
My Dear Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Obama My King

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


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The American Soldier

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

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

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

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

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

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


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FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


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Deaf eyes, blind ears.

Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.

The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.

Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.


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Dark liberation-2

Dark Liberation

Inching out given  life times
Dreaming of sweet liberation
In miles-long traffic jams
And half- inch parking frustrations

After hundreds of years
Of blissful hibernation
Just when stirring out of
The limbo of generations

Going without power, in terms
Of  years, two out of three.
Brought things to this pass 
By the powers that be
In just about a decade
Amazing, one will agree.

That this highway also inches 
To the grounds of cremation
Where too darkness is the norm
Is fair consolation.

@ 9/Nov/12


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I'm Coming Out I'm Proud of Jesus

I’m Coming Out!  I’m Proud of Jesus!

There are proud people “coming out!”
Yet, they have no idea what real life is about!

Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing.
Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning!

I’m coming out for Jesus!  I’ve nothing to hide!
I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride!

Of my own accomplishments...  I’ve nothing to boast!
But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost!

Whatever pride we have…  We’ve all sinned!
Jesus told us; “you must be born again!”

Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.”
Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of!

But God reached down to where I was standing!
And filled my life with his peace and understanding!

The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me!
His power alone is what can truly set me free!

I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul!
I’m going to shout it!  So the whole world may know!

I’m not ashamed of Jesus!  I am NOT!
By his mercy…  My sins have been blood bought!

For each step you take to God…  He takes two!
Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU?

A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking!
Come now!  And receive HIS life!
 It’s everlasting!

By Jim Pemberton


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Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin. 


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Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             
                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes







Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All


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sleep

s- is or the slithering sound youre tounge makes when trying to think, the star in the 
moonlight sky that catches yur eye, the sight you once seen and will nevr forget in yur 
drems as u follow up into quiet peace.
l- is for the light that makes the magic happean so you cant deny stareing, the laughter that 
makes u giggle and want to shout out at the same time, the love that is shares and brings to 
yur heart
e- is for exciteing, the exciteing heartrenching dream you soon encounter while trying to 
hold back yur giggles and smiles while trying to close yur eyes and sleep.
e- is also for the extravagent and endless memorys and journeys you once fullfill in yur 
dream, the encounter of ones hopes, and sights never seen or forgotten just rememberd.
p- is for the people you meet in yur cloud, the peole you see and remeber and once loved or 
are trying to think about all the time and every day until the day u see them again it seems like forever.
also the places, you travel so beutiful, and detailed, only created by yur mind, only yur mind 
can see them and noone else can but you, pictures, that will last forever as you take trying 
to capture all of those memory's by casting a photo here and there, but youll never find 
whats in yur dreams unless you just sink yur heart into one sync of yur own creativity and let 
go of everything and just lay in still peacefull silence as the wind sweeps youre tight muscles 
and acheing pains away, far away to the very botom of yur soul, let yourself dream, let 
youre dreams cast you away, let yur heart dream, just fall into a quiet sleep forever where 
only you can dream away and forever fall into sweet rest.
just let yur heart open up wider then yur eyes can see, just fall into loveing paralyzeing sleep.


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Bullets rain tears

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


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Thoughts to expound

Race is not color in essence we have different morals, beliefs, religion and birthplace; we are all different. Let these differences make life interesting not filled with hate.
Just as color makes life more beautiful; race makes life more beautiful like a rare butterfly. 
Victors of war have looted and reaped the spoils with little thought to the enemy.

The poor have had no voice in every country. No matter the continent the lowly hard working low income class has least interest in government. Their thoughts exist in survival and where the next meal will be bought.
Though I can sense the need for family and friends to help overcome the slim spells of life.


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Next Thing to Believe

Why do we believe the hype they spread?
Next year they say we all might be dead
This spring all will shut down
Does this bring you a frown?
Rise of gasoline with rise of bread

We seem to believe whatever they say
Why are their words now gospel today
We are losing freedoms
More or less, like kingdoms
We left one of these, for freedom to pray

Let’s see if a rumor I start unfurls
Our new cars will be run by squirrels
Fueled by nuts and acorns
But never peppercorns
Because if you do, the car just twirls


Written for

Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name Slapstick Limerick Contest 


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A Meter of Hope

We are as we do and nothing more

A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked

Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war

Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition

Millions die for the sake of statistics

Hungry souls devour what they're given

Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy

The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today

We are as we do and nothing less


(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)


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Liberty Street and Church Street

An eerie perception,"lets go,grab my hand, lets go......" as somber as midnight black
amid horrific pain the shrieking iron grinds upon iron in an imploding imbrication upon a 
clear autumn day, a feeling fugacious in hope , a plan surreptitious had arrived in the 
innocent morning sky, minutes to hours hour to days, a truth that would cry out 
evermore. An eerie perception, a voice screaming within...."lets go, grab my hand,
lets go......"
 
Upon his powdered white face, a stream of burgundy flow, his love, woebegone....
she lay deparate below within a black hell penumbra as chaos ran ramped above,
she struggled to move within an airless tomb, her arm stretched out in a desperate 
need, survival would become apparently clear, her fate would find a willing chance, a 
hero had come near, her life, would be blessed.....she would persevere....  

survival......perched at the edge of Liberty and Church street.  


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Protect and Serve?

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


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


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Why Question No Question Question Is Now

I was born on death of arrival on birth.7:01 Am,  one of the coldest days  to record,
I battle for my life for every beat to every breath I was born premature.

Being born premature I was born with learning and mental illness and despite 
Of the disadvantage I broke barriers of stereotypies and prejudices that would follow.

Why Question that it is a recession does it mean mental illness rise? 
No Question the research from
ashbournenewstelegraph co ukHomeRecession worst, blog.atoshealthcaretagof
recession on mental health, thefiscaltimes, RecessionsSilent Mental Health... would include That facts does not lie, 
Question is now who is listening. (those R website just without dot coms) 

Why Question in the headline it’s the mental ill that’s making headlines
 No Question they all ask for help put the system ignored or failure report those demeanor read between the lines…
 Question is now could that have been your family or friends so why make fun of the mental ill to feel inferior? 

Why Question they say that people with too much education is at a higher risk of become mental ill? 
No Question they say that mental ill can’t have weapons if so then why is it 1.5 million roughly in the military that has sometime mental ill with weapons? 
 Question is now that Bill Clinton stated on Cnn that gun laws will never go away because (forgive me if I miss quoted)  the voters don't hold the people they voted in office to there word to do so.

Why Question that a person got to do a violent act before you determine that there mental ill and if that is so why do we have prisoner that could be mental ill
 or, is it one in same being and state from a television host “to do violence you must be some type of mental ill” it would be simply, if he ask the first question I stated then fumble with his words No question my doctor said if you are depression more then three day then in there book a person is mental ill 
Question is now why have smoking been written in constitution or some states and you know what type of smoking I’m talking about so who is to blame.

Why Question that the medicine they give us that can make you aggressive, more violent and sometime even suicidal but when go to sue them it was not enough evidence to prove but ten years later you can’t sue because the statue of limitation but time has ran out
No Question a comedian made a joke about the same thing was it a joke or was it a movement you tell me much luv to him! 
Question is now is if a person life is more valuable  then a buck if not why is  manufaction  a G over one prescription not knowing all side effects.

Why Question what is the debt ceiling as well as the glass ceiling seems to be something to keep minority from stepping in the next class because it all revolved around money and who is usually get short stick? (the poor) 
 No Question food stamps being cut, health care require and we have been in a war or wars since I been born I guess my generation was a victim of society the Lost Generation indeed,
no wonder inmates believe government own them. Now question does this facts lie? act lies if so why is history books rewritten in college every semester? Question it now

Why Question in the bible it speaks to the effects things will never be heard or seen would happen
(1 st Corinthians 2: 9)  I paraphrase that….. No question Jeremiah 8-9 once again paraphrasing  the people that became of power and knowledge used it in the wrong way and god later destroy the city
 Now question god spoke lyrically and God creation us in his own imagine and I have research that a person can come out of depression naturally but does the doctor tell you that? 

Once again it is a small percent of mental ill that does violence and most time they are the victims. I have giving my life to science I have giving my blood for 10 years and im only 25 years old my doctor told me by year 2020 it should be cure for my disease being born which such a disability may you know I gave my life to science so child like me will never know of harass words to endure.....

I will probably die before 30 or 40 because of malpractice and my disease Why question, No Question, Question is Now what is the definition of crazy and that of mental ill? 
My last statement is, I am the not only person that speak out for mental illness October is mental ill awareness would you like to say you spoke for reason? better yet chance.... 
(a poet and still running)


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Lady Justice

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

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

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



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Eanie, Meanie, Pretty Seedy

Eanie, meanie, miney, moe,
Watch how my canabis plant does grow
Itsy, bitsy, and much, much more
Watch the cops break down my door
In front of the judge, how do you plead?
I suddenly realize he's the one that
sold me the seed!


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Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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POLITICAL MUMBLE JUMBLE

A name became famous and so did attention it brought to a race, 
A quotable slogan was formed speaking of political changes at haste.

From opposing sides as running mates they developed a relationship speaking of 
bipartnership.
Sending our Nations currency to foreign lands,
Take a moment off the Hill, look in your back yard to see our empty hands. 

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.

Shipping off our sisters and brothers to the battle fields,
Where fearlessly they fight and sadly some are killed,
They pray and wait to come home...come on now just sign a new Bill.

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.

Here is an idea! Give more of our taxpayer dollars to the trouble banks; they make no 
mistakes, 
While thousands of Americans lose homes, cars, jobs, and watch their life savings sank.

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.

The parties, the parades, the chicken, lobster, and veal,
The Senate, The Congress, The White House, and the Capital on the Hill,
The time has come to strengthen a nation of humankind on our own playing field.
From the view of the common man, it is ‘We The People’ that should be kept in mind, 
Every time approval is given to spend another dime.

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.


@ Tunisia Torres
3/17/2009


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Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




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Only One Man

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


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

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

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

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

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


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Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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A Silent Prayer

Joanna Davis

Politician pity me
My pent-view tenement sanctuary
These panoramic views you see
Only serve to tether me,
The putrid stair a bloody
And decaying maze
Of putrid souls
In a morphine daze.

Please doctor, in my
Minute’s appointment
Don’t dismiss my pain with
The usual ointment
The scars that you
Refuse to see,
Have made me doubt 
My sanity.

And preacher, when you gave
Your blessing
Did you ever wonder why
I was missing?
Condemning my absence
as a lack of faith,
My soul to the suffering
Of purgatory’s state.


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Circles

Circles
Round forms
Turning flips in water
Comforting group of close friendships
Cliques


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For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

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

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

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

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

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


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American dream

A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me


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Draconian I

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

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

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

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


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Caucus Over

      Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.

Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.

Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.

Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.

Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.

Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.


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A Freedom Cry

A long time ago we were plagued with tyranny.
Freedom was their quest, ancestors won it morally.
Real freedom comes with hard work and tenacity.
Everyone wants a free ride, as is happening currently.
Each, of us is becoming an insincere, minority.
Delivering, into their hands, all the precious authority,
Our lives have become, what our ancestors, fled in posterity.
Many liberties and independence, is being taken by piracy.
Causing, loss of stability to our way of life and past warranty,
Rebellion is not needed yet, though it may become an irony.
Yes, we are allowing our choice, to be forced into conformity.


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the revolution will be televised

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

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

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


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The Hypocrites Have Come To Power

Peer into the red,
white and blue,
the forsaken rag on a lue,
whose bruises black and blue;
existentially ban the truth.

Hear the speech and it's waves,
defending freedoms none may claim
in a hypocritical world;
where we all shed our tears in plural.

The sons and daughters in their graves,
with their accolades, courage lapels
honor medals lay;
screaming betrayal at the ploy,
sacrifices null and void.

Dragging out the freedom.
Dragging out the freedom.
Dragging out our freedoms and our rights.

Dragging out the freedom.
Dragging out the freedom.
The hypocrites have come to power;
tonight.


- This poem was directly inspired by this youtube video.  
   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=My29YT1T4R4


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Only The Strong Will Survive

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

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

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

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


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The Drone

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


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HOME OF TYRANNY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Letter

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


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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

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

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

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

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

Hey

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

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

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

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

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

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




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

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


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




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Gulf Oil Spill !

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

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


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ENIGMA

And to all those I have wronged
I am remorseful
For my life is an enigma
And at times I lose my way
Like a mad dog that goes astray
Enslaved by tribulations
That fails to go away
And reason becomes an absurdity
As my sanity fades away
Like a stallion
In the misty wilderness
Who comes back at dawn?
My mind awakes
Replenish with life with the warmth of the sun
And rejuvenates like a new born
To drink from the lake of life
And to start another sojourn on earth
To get what is left to take
And remember those I shall never forget
And those I shall not forsake
Dreams unfilled
Living a life that is less thrilled	
Ruled by plutocrats and kleptocrats
Who served the god of money
He takes your soul in return for a drop of honey
Friends come and friends go like the autumn wind
It s cold
So is life
For all that glitters is not gold
Standing on principle is worthless in the land of lunatics
Where religion is used as a weapon
By the raging fanatics
And freedom is used to enslave you more
For the oppressors we see
Are worse than the oppressors we saw
It is worthless for a bleeding pauper
The world sees not those who suffer
Except those who bask in the euphoria of wealth and stupidity
And who disgust those who live a life of humility	
For the puppet master still pulls my strings
He is the god we see 
Who controls all that life brings
And those artificial things
But time will vindicate the righteous
If you are true indeed so
When it blows
The wind of change
Everybody knows
Sound of chance
Fills the air
And ends your despair
Time servers and sycophants will perish
So will all that they cherish!	
And relish 
Hidden secrets locked away in the chest of the truth
Now unlocked
And I regain exuberance
Like I have bathed in the Fountain of Youth
For I have vowed to speak the truth
Parasites and worms that feed on the dead and the living
But never care for others because 
They are never giving
Kings and nobleman were born of slaves
They are blind when they hold the mantle of authority
They fall because they know not the meaning of prosperity
A divide house can never stand
So let us unite



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Usary

Usary

Usary on the poor Maybe leagle
but it aint right


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Silent Conversation Of Two Wounded Soldiers

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

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

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

Now, we’re slaving ourselves, thinking. 

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

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

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


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Futile exercise

                                    
Contrary Mary dances with fairy’s while traveling down dead end streets;
Sunglasses jerry- his nose hairs too harry he dances to rock and roll beats.
Dead man’s alley’s and death toll tallies and autos built for speed;
Father O’Malley and victims of folly pray for all those in need.
And street lights take pictures while big brother smokes swishers;
While the people only dream of well wishes.
Trips to the alter home loans at falter foreclosure has called on the phone;
Some cash in on litter and taste only bitter while begging for change as they roam
The runners for office appeal to the caucus and many accept what they say;
And as they tally our x’s we hope for our Lexus but recessions the lunch of the day.
        

         


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Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


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Oh, Pepe (Vignette)

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




Note:

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



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Detrimental scene

The howling winds, 
The biting frost, 
The happiness here, seems quite lost,
The horrible thugs,
The putrid crime,
It's amazing how we seem too have a good time, 
The natural disasters,
The frightening wars,
How are people contempt when people aren't abiding laws.


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Haves and Have Nots

Look again

towards the breadbasket of civilization 

they hold up a mirror

 to our own, looming confrontation

 Upon the beautiful shores of Greece

 comes a class warfare, that has divided the cultural peace

forced down his throat the Noble Greek will not swallow

The European Austerity Plan he's expected to follow 

Damning their working class culture and not approved by Apollo!

 Quite fitting this eternal struggle has returned, to this original arena 

when the working class people are exploited

 they always find it anathema 

Pray

May their Truth be guided by the Sword of Hercules

 and the Wisdom of Athena


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Slamming Politicians

They slam each other every day.
Tearing them apart in a sly way,
Truth I say, what a lie.
Political games cry.
Give them cement shoes, drop into bay.

Next election, vote for three blind mice,
They would fare better, than roll of dice.
Vote now for mystery.
Go down in history.
For they have no “tales-tails“, truths suffice.


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MANIPULATION INTENTION

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


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Distant Warrior

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The New God

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

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

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


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A Silent Plea

What tall tales must one share to free themselves from hell do not allow the heart to ponder or you will be lost in wonder What does a woman such as I know of love I know it hurts more than anything I know it will be down right disappointing and no one will come to lift you up For they want you to give them more than you have from the time I was a child I have known love was not my desire I loved with all of my heart and gave everything of whom I was but no one ever took a chance to love me back Now in my age my mind is torn from loving and harm do not bother me if this is your way of fun after all I am only human I want to be happy like anyone else, even if by myself Please if nothing nice can be done or said just pretend I am dead I know when I am hated or gossiped about and seriously I am at a loss I want to smile again, I would give anything to have someone be my friend I do not care who loves who just please let me be a human being too


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Kaddafi

You lived a king but died a slave;
May your body be food for fish;
May the Libyans dance on your grave;
May your soul be the devil's dish.

You showed no remorse to your victims;
May we give you undue respect;
May we forgive your atrocious whims;
May we use this moment to reflect.

Your removal may be no beauty;
May we rejoice in your demise;
May we not forget your cruelty;
May we see Libya on the rise.

The life of a dictator;
Is the death of a traitor.


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The World

.. The world 
a planet with sorrow and pain .. 
even earth is about to cut through his veins 

there is alot going in the world today 
earth a place so colorful .. yet in my eyes 
the world now looks grey .. 
they say history repeats itself .. 
a "great depression" is amongst us 
and this is just the beginning 
wait till we reach the eye of the storm 
they come in many sizes .. and this one 
can be seen from several miles away 
slowly it now takes its form .. 
the financial instabilities ... 
a proximate cause of World War II .. 
is this the destruction of the human rase 
the devil is known .. but he now got a face 
a new world order .. humanity's disgrace 
only the strong will survive 
and the weak have to die 
what is it they have in mind ? 
a holocaust ? .. 
the annihilation of thousands .. 
maybe millions of people .. 
and you say death is a raider ? 
who are they to take the life of a stranger 
let this be told only by god .. our only savior 
Do we gonna have to start all over again ? 
first they destroy .. then to rebuild .. 
but first half of the world has to be slain 
for god's sake imagine the pain we have to gain 
.. now ..... are you affraid ? 
because this is reality 
so best grip your hands together 
and now let us pray 
and hope for the world .. 
to never fade away


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Love from within

Once again i am caught in this cage, Just when i thought i'v opened a new page. I fall back right back into the hole i crawled out from, waiting for someone to help me, but no one would come. Laying back in my bunk and looking at the cold wall that is holding your pictures, which is the only thing that makes me smile here, i walk tall, no one messes with me, i have no fear, just dreaming of an ice cold beer. Looking at your eyes, even in the picture makes me weak, translating your face and stopping at your lips makes me wonder how exactly sexy and perfect they are, not like a freak. Molding your face within my mind, never happened, i'm liking this too much so i don't think ill put this to an end. To tell you the truth, if it weren't for you i don't know what i would turn into, but you keep me sane enough to keep myself like a go to. I no that i am very destructive, but its better than being a ghost, and when every one finds out that i am more than a beast, that's when ill boast. You put your trust in me so that i can smile, and now through my demonic teeth i smile and open a new file. You are the one that changed these demonic teeth into something real, it broke my heart out of this prison cage and made me feel. Now that i am out and free, i am deciding on what i want to be. I want to be able to look into your eyes everyday, so would you give me a chance? What do you say?
PS: This is also my prison work. I hope you all readers like it. Don't forget the feed back. Thank you


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Man's Confusion and God's Redemption


Man's Confusion and God’s Redemption! God’s wrath is revealed against all ungodliness… Neither will he put up with man’s unrighteousness His truth has already been given unto all men… And his love has been shown unto them. The invisible things of God, from creation, have been seen… Being understood by men. From HIM… who’s made everything. Many haven’t glorified him or thanked him for his creation.... And many have become foolish in their vain imaginations! Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.” By not obeying God. But living by “their set of rules.” Changing God’s glory to that of corruptible man. Many have brought a great darkness throughout our land. God has given them to uncleanness that abounds in their hearts... While many have burned in their own lust. Right from the start. Worshiping the creature(not creator). Has given a new direction… And has caused in many hearts. A deep “spiritual infection.” Women and men leaving their God given affection in lust of each other. Have changed God’s true design and purpose of one another. As God has given so many over to a reprobate mind… Many continue in shameful acts of just about every kind. Without an acknowledgment for God in each of our lives... We’ll continue down a “deep spiral” filled with so many lies. God is our only hope. His gift of eternal life is freely given. Why not let him be the God of the way your livin’? By Jim Pemberton 05/28/1 (Read Romans 1:18-32)


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Do We Live By the Constitution Or the Bible

Do You live by the Constitution? Or the Bible?



As many struggle with what’s “constitutional…”

Our country has become largely delusional!




Many don’t want to live by the Biblical

 principles applied.

They want to live their own life,

 till the day they die!




As our courts struggle with

 their own set of rules…

Before God, many have become simply fools!




As God is often taken out, ridiculed and scorned!

It’s this country of ours, that needs to be warned!




Without Biblical principles as our foundation!

We’re losing hope and the way of salvation!




In eternity, you won’t answer to the U.S. Constitution!

You’ll answer to God!  He requires restitution!




Through Jesus’ blood, restitution has been paid!

A way to heaven, through Christ, has been made!




May this country seek the God of the Bible!

And cease worshiping so many false idols!




Through Christ, separation from

 God doesn’t need to be!

You can be with him now! 

 And for eternity!




By Jim Pemberton   01/08/13


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"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

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

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

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

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

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


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Subliminal Warfare

I’ll never fully understand,
Why any sane man would believe,
That an explosion could create,
All that exists to be conceived,
That almost 14 billion years has past,
Of evolutionary change,
We used to swing form tree to tree?
To me, that sounds a little strange!
So do they fully understand,
The inner workings of the mind?
Did they come across Pandora’s’ box,
While excavating mines?
Or have they traveled back in time,
To watch the process of creation?
Maybe they've made contact with E.T.s’
From a parallel dimension?
Were they given sacred knowledge?
Of this existence and the stars?
Do they now know where we come from,
Why we’re here and who we are?
They're our top government officials,
The NSA and FBI,
They are the people, whom have power,
Over people like you and I,
Or are they simply just misled?
Unconscious soldiers for the devil,
A pawn in a war they’ll never win,
And fighting upon a subliminal level!
So, do they know not what is going on?
Or do they simply choose not to care?
Do they understand what happening here?
It’s called subliminal warfare!

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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No Easy Fix

Through this ever changing and fast paced life, one truth remains.
It is plain and simple, “….By their fruits you shall know them.”
Fast talk and promises come easy to a good salesman.   Even 
When you’re down to your last dime, he’ll have no qualms
About taking that too….if you let him…
  …your choice
However, truth be told, there is no easy fix to the problems we have.
We have no supernatural powers to see the future, but there
Is a God who always wants the best for His children.
He’s even promised that if we would ask forgiveness for our sins
Turn away from them, He would hear our prayers and answer...
Again...your choice

~*~


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More Than Love

         MORE THAN LOVE
I've looked in eyes so blue they made me soar
through all the gifts of life, this much and more
to challange me to things that could not be
unless had been aroused the very soul of me.

I've seen the smile that makes the heart to sing
and raise me to the best that life can bring
to be the very most that I can ever be
and write each word her smile has ever put in me.

I've breathed the very same and fragrant air
and for a moment had this thing to share
with she, who made my life to soar above
the limits of my own, and so much more than love.


Details | Lyric | |

The future now

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Think

What comes from your lips but condemnation?
Accusation, half-baked assumption?
For your words are of no worth to she
Whose dreams are full of what could be and
what should have

You who judges thoughtlessly
with ease. So very carelessly
scream slurs that sneak and masquerade
as sighs of "sorry" and "don't worry."

On what earth do you live
and what world do you see,
where your sin tells her sin it does not fit in?
Where your scar tells her scar it's uglier by far?

The fruit of ignorance is intolerance
We're a catastrophic generation
of a metaphorical "mass de-globalization"
Running backwards from lack of understanding
Bred from lack of wanting to,
bred from lack of trying.

Compassion is artillery
Humanity's a shield.
Love's a cure 
and scowls are fewer
when we stop and THINK
to change the way we are.


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Urge To Smile

Urge To Smile
By Nate Spears

The morning sun rises
My flesh is set back,
Due to my body needing much needed rest


I'm stuck wondering
Does anyone else
Ever feels the urge to smile?
Right about now, I'm feeling sour

A grin attached to my face
That lights up the sky
Behind my clouds of joy
Lies a lie

Everyone is wondering how?
How can he smile?
When so much is going on
Rapidly by the hour,
People are losing their homes

Some can barely feed their kids
The government is gone
Rather spend our money,
On billion dollar drones

Never the less,
We're blessed
We're here to see another day
Being healthy and relevant
Gives me courage
To soar and see a new day
With unlimited fight, packed under my wings

Another day
Another chance
For tomorrow
Thanks in advance

As long as I'm living,
I can better my condition
So it's mandatory to smile
A privilege to be living.


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Our Country Has Sinned Against God


Our country has sinned, and many don’t know it! Any reverence for God? Many refuse to show it! We have sinned greatly, in our desire to leave God behind! And have tried our best to remove him from our minds! Even a cross or nativity is most often, not allowed! The atheists? You’ll find them in most every crowd! We’ve traded God’s commands for our own “rules.” How dare you mention HIM in any of our schools! Whatever pleases the flesh is predominantly enjoyed! As many people seek to fill an “empty void!” Those standing for righteousness are often scorned. “Don’t preach about God!” They’re often warned! The freedom God gave us.. We’ve turned it around! Perversions and addictions greatly abound! His judgment is coming! People may laugh. But our country will endure his holy wrath! Our only hope is the get back to God’s word! His message of salvation needs to be heard! Only Jesus can give a peace and love so secure! We need him more than ever! That’s for sure! Through Christ’ blood, we can be a new creation! Please come Lord Jesus and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Gay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


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Untitled #161 / We

We shall make our own!


Details | Rhyme | |

Truth Of The Matter

The truth is what we all want
The truth is what we don't see
We don't see the lines when not so defined
and then turns into conspiracies
The facts are left to remain
Within all our questions and brains
We won't know the facts until lies are attacked
or they grow just to drive us insane
Real honesty is hard to find
It's distorted when losing our minds
We lose all our trust and then we give in
to more lies but of a different kind
Although lies are all in the same
There is always someone to blame
For the love of money,the truth don't pay much
It just turns into one big game
So look in your heart and you'll see
you won't always find honesty because
when we are floating on a sea of betrayal
it's easy to drown in deciet
The truth of the matter may be
We must keep our heads above sea
If there is a lifeline of truth in your grasp
Please be sure to reach out for me!!!!


Details | Couplet | |

JAIL BIRD

            JAIL BIRD

To U.S. born both wild and free
There is no worse place one could be
Than in a prison cell for years
For most men ‘tis a gruesome fear

But to souls in other lands
Where freedom’sjust a word that stands
On paper-- but an object dead--
With it you cannot bake your bread.

In movies in these lands they watch
Thugs whose pants fall off their crotch.
Who off to court they go-- then jail--
No mention made of tears or bail

Third Worlds watch the U.S. cells
That should resemble Dante’s hell.
Instead they look so germ free clean
Like the quarters of a Queen

Luxury in killer's cell?
How can thieves live-- oh so --well
U.S. jail is no bad life--
Well, you might miss someone's wife

As one boss of one small store
Told me-- as he scrubbed his floor:
“Me, I'll fly to U.S. land
Kill some guy and live so grand."

His tune said joke-- but it was not--
(U.S. TV makes brains rot)

But-- twas no secret-- truth could tell
He'd snuggle in Obama's cell.








Victoria Anderson-Throop ©               December 1, 2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Nelson Rolihlahla 'Madiba' Mandela

and just when i felt lost

again...

when i feared that you were slipping away

i feared more for myself, in truth I say, than for you

again...

you came back to us

again...

your light shone, ablaze

reaching inside of me with the warmth of your dignity

with your infinite gentleness

with your effortless peace

with all that makes you, you

again...

soothing me as you soothed a nation

and a people, and people everywhere

of every hue

and of every creed

and of the human spirit itself

again...

you gave of yourself

92 and frail and weak and alive

oh yes alive!

again...

you breathed my fears away

you embraced me as you have always done

again...

you made me cry

weeping tears of joy for you

for your light to shine on through

again...

you shined so brightly

as I basked in your warmth of you being you

again...

you cradled my shaken being in your hands, lined with age and with wisdom and with a pureness so bright

that just knowing that you are back home, smiling that fatherly smile of yours

was enough for me, to slip into the waiting arms of this warm and joyous night

and again...

though i know that you cannot be with me forever more

you came back to me on this night

and just knowing that you are still here with me now

is enough now, for within me, you will reside forever more

just knowing that you are resting and recovering at home

filled, and fills me with peace and with joy

with the peace and the joy that has been your gift to me, and to us, one and all

shaking me to my very core

as you have selflessly done

throughout my life, and on countless occasions before

He is home

you are home

and

i am home with you

as your light of life continues to shine

now and forever

warm and dignified and forever true

Viva Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela Viva!


Details | Ballad | |

State of the nation

This world is getting tougher to survive everyday.
The cost of living is more than my pay.
It's going to get worse that's what the old folks say.
The bad times are here and here to stay.
Just look at the shape of the U.S.A.
we're afraid to let our children go out and play.
Maybe we all need to get on uor knees and pray.

Jobs are getting harder and harder to find.
What I own ain't worth a dime.
Inflation is up and so is crime.
Alot of real good people are in a bind.
Can't even get care when your in your prime.
Most everyone you know have fallen on hard time.
I can't help them out when i'm worried about saving mine.

Career politicians keep sucking us dry.
They tax everything we own and anything we buy.
Most of us blue collars will work till the day we die.
While the rich skate through life and don't have to try.
We all have to stop living this goverment lie.
It's about time we let that eagle fly.
Remember who made this country, it was you and I.

We the people can bring her back, and put this nation back on track.
We made her strong and that's a fact, and
Noone will ever be able to take away that.


Details | Free verse | |

the face of revolution

revolution has a face
with curly black hair
and piercing brown eyes
so deep
that the pupil is almost      invisible
like the urban walked upon
and miserable
revolutions nose is sharp
with flaring nostrils
flaring in anger and
indignation
with full lips that
a tongue flicks       in anticipation
of true emancipation
spouting furious words at
the lie of race relations
carrying the voice of a rebel
nation

the revolutions face
has brown skin!

the revolutions face
has brown skin!

the revolutions face
has brown skin!

      bathed in sweat
holding a beautiful mind
unwilling to forget

LOOK AT ME!!!!

i

am

revolution


Details | Couplet | |

Political Drama

Using forbidden truths have become pastime.
Speeches and media are hiding their crime.


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Coming Out Of The Closet


Coming Out Of The Closet?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

a power struggle

the quay is where he sat.
     deep in thought, he speaks out.
     “my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.

     the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
     he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.

     his journey to pier lands;
     he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
__________________|
PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!


Details | Free verse | |

More To Life Than What I See

The wind calls my name, Silent whispers of freedom to seek. It takes me to a special place, And now i know there's more to life than what i see. A place where the butterflies flutter, And the grass is green. Where i can hear the trees sway to the melody, That the angels sing. A place where i can be myself, And never get judged. Where i can uncover the burden, Clear everyone's mind of hate and grudge. A place where I am my hero, So I can never get let down. So I can save the heartache and pain of all the people, You know what goes around, comes around. A place where no one is better, Than anyone known to man, Where people think of themselves of equal, And try to think if they were in the other hand. A place where there's more beauty, Than pavements and city lights. Where there's more to live for, Than money, things they "need" to buy. But this is all nothing but a hopeless attempt, To believe that this message will ever be received, or even known to be sent. All this make-belief is running through my head, I open my eyes, I'm awaken in my bed. The parents are still trying, To raise me and still keep a home. The people are still fighting, Screaming a cry in the hateful tone. Outside my window, The earth is still paved, I couldn't see nature for miles away. The robbers, still robbing, Just another child trying to fit in. Their parents don't care, As long as they get the money to spend. Nothing worth living, No Beauty, No Peace. And in reality, I know there's not more to life than what I see.


Details | Rhyme | |

Diversity Or Perversion


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


Details | Quatrain | |

'Blood' Brothers or 'Bloody' Brothers under the Banner - Parts 3 to 5


                           III

What shame if might measures not with muscle?
  What disgrace awaits those who fail?
Should wanting life be held lèse-majesté to a tussle?
  Should a nation thrive as in a sundered jail?

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean road!
  Truth your only key, never the sword!

Decades from now sawn men will in right ask:
  Had we then no will to attend to our wounds?
Should not the White Master be called back to task
  To bear the burden of our graveyard mounds?

What guidance should wise men need
  More than their own tested counsels?
Lay, lay aside the pride of higher breed
  Like two strong men upright in councils!

                          IV

People are made to feel their lives rendered great
  By what their leaders do to invoke fate;
Destiny asks not who may stand in as its fated mate,
  When all around lives are lost through hate.

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean way!
  Truth the only key, no, never slay!

If the Lion strays from its prescribed domain,
  The Tiger will seek to sink its fangs in flanks.
Two kings bide their time in a land full of bane,
  While the common folk lie razed by tanks.

                           V

Seek not to replace life with conundrums.
  Seek only a life-giving solution.
Herald not the arrival of the enemy with drums.
  Let only your heart speak in absolution.

The mountain cannot reach up to the sky.
  The lake at the summit is full.
If monsoons come, calling cranes will cry.
  Kindred spirits will rally in full.

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean way!
  Truth the only key, no, never ever slay!

Can a people simply grow strong in broken places
  While strong men before the hour vacate places?
“Man can be destroyed but not defeated.
  Man can be defeated but not destroyed.”

© T.Wignesan 2005 - September 21, 2005- (from the Sequence: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent", Paris, France. Pub. in Rama and Ravana at the Altar of Hanuman: on Tamils, Tamil Literature and Tamil Culture. Chennai: Institute of Asian Studies, 2006.)


Details | Sonnet | |

Study Sonnet: Aseptic and August Become Family

Auspicious August was a king of old,
who used aspersion as if it were gold.
Baron Aseptic, he declared: filthy,
and his best virtue, his asperity.

The Baroness called the king audacious,
her husband was very assiduous.
“He austerely cleansed all crime from his land,
King August could not claim something so grand.”

Though true, most ascribe her words to her end.
August assailed the Baron to defend
Pride and Respect. The Baron was astute,
killed his wife to appease the royal brute.

His atonement acceptable, the king
made him Groom in the princess’s wedding.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Two Kings

Democracy,
from birth til death,
two kings were crowned,
of polar opposite;

Crowned of each their own.

One to heal.
One to destroy.

One with love.
One with hate.

One to unify.
and one to separate;

...and with contrasting vision,
from the past to the future.

To either save the world 
or enslave it.

The two kings will never meet;
...but their ideals will war forever.


notes:  By two kings, I mean Martin Luther King Jr.  and Peter King.  One who sought 
to unite the human species and to bring peace to the world,  And one who seeks to 
instill fear and racism to divide it.


Details | Rhyme | |

Politics in Bangladesh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh Cassandra

I wake up in the morning and see the chemicals in the sky
Can’t help but feel sorrow for all the people that will die

Too soon before, they’ll see their children grow
Too soon before, they’ll know what they don’t know

Oh Cassandra, can you help us from above?
Oh Cassandra, how can we learn to spread more love?

Mind control is rampant, live, and strong
And many, who know, just smile and say so long

Mixed messages and mocking from all sides
All to propagate the devil in disguise

The law is running backwards and hypocrisy running wild
And the masses have been transformed to a very stubborn child

Oh Cassandra, can you help us from above?
Oh Cassandra, how can we learn to spread more love?

Is it better to know and lend a hand?
Or is it better to sit and smile on command?

Two thousand years and he’s nearly pulled it off
We’re all just pigs now lined up at the trough

Will our creator come and save us all today?
Or is it just strategy till we evolve, in his way?

Oh Cassandra, can you give us some advice?
Oh Cassandra, can you convince them to be nice?

There is no place left, safe to run and hide
Exponential evil has already spread worldwide

How many times will we make the same mistakes?
The ease of manipulation has given me the shakes

Revenge converts so many to the darker side
Always to remember; use the light as your guide

Oh Cassandra, can you give us some advice?
Oh Cassandra, can you convince them to be nice?

Is this a necessary transition for our breed?
Will we eventually be cleansed of all our greed?

Is this perpetual, are we capable to improve?
Or is it designed to see which souls shall be removed?

I know I may not make the cut, and life may soon be grim
But, I’m appreciative for the life I live, and I’ll do my best for him


Details | Haiku | |

weath on worthy ground

does a rich man sink
with his fellow citizens when
his native land sinks,

OR does he move to
a more promising country
with his abundance?

fellow citizens,
rich men find worthy ground
for their wealthiness


Details | Acrostic | |

Terrorists

T  HERE
E  VERYWHERE
R  APING FREEDOM
R  UINING THE LIVES OF
O  F
R  EALLY 
I   NNOCENT PEOPLE
S  AVAGELY
T  EACHING
S  UICIDE 


Eric (and sometimes not)

*In case this does not display correctly, you have to read the word TERRORISTS vertically
and then read the rest horizontally to see what the word means*


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Ode to a windswept child

16.12.08

Proud windswept child
How shall I not
Look onto thee with fright?
- The Lord has spoken,
Loud and clear -
His will men cannot fight.

The Lord has spoken,
Yes - He said -
"As Sarah thou shall be -
The mother of six millions,
Those perished and decieved."

The Lord had mercy over me -
He sent His Angels forth,
Those strong-winged guardians
With their hard,
Never failing support.

Until the end comes
I shall fear
To speak about their names:

Of Hunger,

Pain,

Of Terror,

Grief,

And of their brother -

Shame.

Oh windswept child,
Thou need not say
What Lord has given thee -
The might of all Jerusalem,
The freedom of the sea...
And blissfully He lets you stand
Before my tearless eyes -
He gives you sheer naivety,
A will to be surprised.

So easily He lets you think
All power is now yours -
But lessons history shall teach
Will show that you were wrong...


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Hey Mr Universe

Hey Mr. Universe

Hey Mr Universe, My Heart is so sad, Has everyone in this world gone mad!
So much destruction all over the nation, Whole countries suffering Death and Starvation.
What has happened to cause all this pain?That people kill for power and gain.

A human life was once a precious gift, But the world’s leaders are causing a rift,
Amongst their own people, amongst their own kin, When will they realise to kill is a sin.
Despair and hunger go hand in hand, What happened to tilling, and feeding by hand,
Not drilling for oil, Or killing for spoil.

Where can it lead? There are people to feed, 
but no! They want power, Don’t they know poor people cower,
Down to extremists, religion, dictators, Where’s all this damage going to take us?

Nature will fight back, she knows she is owed, Floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, Volcanoes ready to explode.
Each country has suffered, but people look away, Some try to help, but sometimes there’s no way.
We all once were brothers, not separate, not others.
Something terrible’s happened for life to be lessened.

Taken for granted, rich people play, Whilst poor people shrink into nothing each day.
What does the future hold for us all? If we ignore all the signals, we’ll all surely fall,
The balance is threatened, so called progression, We worry each day and talk of recession.
Whilst elsewhere it seems there is deliberate ferocity, Killing and maiming just two such atrocity’s.
Dignified people these nations once were, Now only murder and genocide occur,

What must they think of their fellow man, Letting their children die while they can,
Do something to help them, there must be a way, Help us, please help us do something today.
Before Mr. Universe looks down on us all, And tells us and shows us, we’re all going to fall,

The rich and the famous, the mighty, the poor, Will anyone be here after the mighty core,
Has exploded, imploded, and waged its own war, Upon mankind as a whole, the great Gaia takes its toll,
Ferocious anger will be released, no humans able to stop this mighty beast,
Save our people, before it’s too late, Help us to save them and all will abate!  



Details | Free verse | |

Politics in Bangladesh II

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

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

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

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


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Is America Leaving God Far Behind


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


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Click

Of the people I know
And the people I see
All want to be happy
All want to be free
Of organizations, clubs, and groups
Forcing their opinions
Through political loops
To the masses their way is right
Preaching their peace through a superior fight
Religion, race, color, and creed
All to fill an empty need
Right wing, left wing, republican or radical
Reformist, anarchist or arsonist
Socialist, communist and lobbyist
Or………………………… Liar !
No matter what group you belong
You’ve given your soul for hire
Your part of a click
Playing a game
Learning the trick
To belong………you have to get along
Strength in numbers, masses with the same idea
All with the agenda of wanting to be free
One common goal
To put the other click in the hole
Do yourself a favor
Be your own click
Have your own thoughts and ideas
To yourself be true
It’s yourself that you please
Things are never what they seem
But to be part of a group with common goals
Is the ideal dream
Just never lose yourself in the idea
Let it work for you, not the other way around

Eric (and sometimes not)


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Innocence Lost

/
He stands on his corner of the street
Born to a life full of lies
Somehow he manages no sign of defeat
The city sees another dark face, no trace of the child inside
Leaving his country to sell what he could
Providing for his family, his beautiful soul shines bright
Invisible.
He stands on the corner of his street
Watching the world pass by

She is seen as weak working her corner of the street
Just another forgotten soul
She watches the world pass by
Making money the only way she knows how
Staring at oblivion, hating the laughter nearby
She just wants to survive and provide
Born into a life of deceit

Unnoticed for years
He stands on the corner of the street
Once full of potential, now forgotten by history 
Haunted by memories of black body bags
Selling his metals for a fix
His wants to survive and provide 
Broken body on the side of the street

They stand on every corner just trying to last the day
They are the forgotten
They refuse to die in defeat
Innocence lost
They are never truly nameless
But though their names are never known
They are the faces, they are the stale breath, they are the misspelled street sign, the
blood shot eyes, they are the skirt that’s too short but we never really see them…
Their hopes and dreams will now remain with them on the corners of their streets 
/


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The Root Cause

Fear is running rampant throughout our great nation
Some fearing guns; some that they’ll be taken
The battle line is being drawn quite bold and quite wide
With propaganda being spread full of lies from both sides

Such contempt and mistrust has infested this society
Contributing to the root cause of the problem I see
Children witness venom and hatred in the stances we take
Making matters even worse – of that you should make no mistake

We have lost the ability to compromise for sake of the greater good
Shake some sense into both sides – I only wish that I could
Meanwhile nothing is being done for the situation to improve
Instead the adversarial sides are being stubbornly rude

For the sake of the victims is there nothing we can do
To get both sides together and from this problem pull through?


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compassion can be the end

if abuse is the beginning
   compassion can be the end

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

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

if exploitation is the beginning
   liberation can be the end

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


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

Killing and Bombs and cruelty and pain;

Fighting for a kingdom, but what did they gain?

Look at the terrorists they act insane

Blood was spilt in every nook and lane.

Three decades of blood and thousands of lives,

This war made many women husband-less wives

The kids lost their dads and moms lost their sons

Who were all shot by the enemies guns!

A country with pearls and beauty and all,

The useless war made the economy fall

Now that It's peaceful and all is calm

Let's get together and make Sri Lanka 

THE PEARL OF THE INDIAN OCEAN

Once again....!!!


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A light to your misguided path

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

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

(Distrust)
Well deserved

(So contradicting)
Unconciously confusing
everything and everyone

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

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

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


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Dreams Away

What is the state of our world today?
Are you feeling any of this disarray?
Does everything seem to be so astray?
Can all of us work in unison someday?
Will we look to see every better way?
How might love be knowing it to stay?
When does life reach beyond each day?
Who has the mind to take dreams away?


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Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


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The New World

Hearts dripping deadly little lies
Even the heroes did not survive
The sins that trickled from the web
The dust of our worth now all that’s left

A reference to the shallow depths
Sneaking through as the cities slept
Riddles and chaos flirt unseen
Our earth now sinking into this dream

Despair for all that now remains
A glowing abyss we cannot name
The darkness closer every day
The heroes that rise are lead astray

Newborn rejoice for all they’ve known
Going so far as to call it home
They dance upon the graves of truth
As coldness lays claws upon our youth

The spirit brazen to have survived
The nightmare now shaking some to life
These twice-born children wake alone
This world of monsters is not their home


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Trailblazer

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

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

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

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

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

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Camille Rose Castillo 2011

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





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Right to Knowledge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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deliver me, deliver us

I have found my voice

at humanity’s eleventh hour

I have found my voice because

I called upon humanity’s wisdom

and asked if I can help to deliver

to you

some units of joy

and lessons of love

so I ask you to hear humanity's inevitable lovesong

ancient

humble

soothing

And deliver me

deliver us

deliver me 

on the days Jefferson spoke of inalienable rights

deliver us into that night of human liberation

when czars were overthrown and utopia envisioned

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

deliver me

deliver us

I say deliver me

And deliver us

Because without the us 

there is no me

And without the me 

There is no us

humanity’s struggle

constant argument between

Me

And 

Us

The me and the us

Were at 

Lexington Concord

Gettysburg

St. Petersburg

Stalingrad

Omaha beach

Paris, Prague, and Mexico in 1968

Tianenmen Square in 1989

And Occupy Wall Street 

The me and the us

Are at kitchen table

Deciding whose childhood is spared

The me and the us are at

Parliaments all over the world

Deciding whose life is worthwhile

The me and the us are at the UN

Deciding which nations are worthwhile

The me and the us

History has been about the me and the us

History’s first experiment in liberation

Stalin and world interrupted, still insisting on the me

so I ask you, humanity

I implore you

In the name of so many terrified faces

In the name of so many torture chamber places

I ask you here and now

At humanity’s eleventh hour

brink of armaggedon's world war

to

Deliver me 

And deliver us

Deliver us from humanity's dark night

let the children and future generations breathe

freedom's air

Deliver me

Deliver us

Deliver me

Deliver us.


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I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
 
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
 
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
 
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
 
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
 
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
 
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
 
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
 
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?
 


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

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

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

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

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

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

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

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

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

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


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Baabo and Baboon

Story of ancient
In lips of current
In a town of Baabo
The king was Baabo
In those times as vast as they can go
And as longest as they can know
In Exploitation flash and bones
The people
And every wealth is for Bbaabo
The peasant in one law of Baabo
Should give the whole owns to baabo

And every bride in very first night
Was in his will
The fount- babe for Baabo
And the whole first week
By law of Baabo
She was for Baabo
And no smiles and every cry
But only for please of Baabo
Ruthless and hardship how to appease him

Baabo rose in his care son of sheepherder
Who he killed and took his wife in hold
The lad nicknamed by funny monkey
As he charmed
The King- Baabo
He was always with him
To Make him smile
And he calls the lad monkey - the son
And he was as known the only son of Baabo
But no hope by tutoring of Baabo
To make Monkey a good man for state

The king of shadows then had a dream
In nightmare of nights
He seen a Baboon old
The wise tells him
Your days end is in last
And in line
In hands of my son this fall
He never doubt that Baboon is king of rivals of Mountains

In that last days of fall
His son is always out of sight
He sent his eyes spy out to search and watch
Where his son wanders out
And why doesn’t keep his company warm

And they saw him with maid young and in her charm
He calls her Barni and he was in her love
He asked oh - the monkey going to be a man
But he knew the first night is mine
So let for nigh of wedding and prepare for the night
But monkey knew
The slew of his father
And knows
Barni only for him and the days he wait- came
As the nation needs a leader not Baabo
So he prepared his dagger
And he asked his Barni
To prepare the bed and pass
To river bank of Baboons
And wait
And if doesn’t come by mid of night
She should carry in run and pass
And he prepared his kinsmen
For attack of night
And by mid of night the Baabo had come drunk
As a snake in creeping to cave
As came to bed the dagger of monkey is waiting the Baabo in dark
And he put it in his darkest in heart
And as he bleeds in bed sheets white
In his moan last ask the[ Baboon]- your father
And you killed me- monkey
And no funny in that
So the moon came pink at that night
And the water of river purple as wine came
And the night was the Barni’s and Baboon’s
And no more the village is Baabo’s
But for people of Baboons
And people live in there’s
In fair's life and finest last 


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Big Bucks and Florida

Big Bucks and Florida

Ron Paul is a jolly colorful bloke
Send politicians to the moon he joked
But Florida requires big bucks to play
Perhaps in Nevada he will have his say.

Santorum wooed crowd when he debated
Called them out when records were inflated
Stayed home to be with sick daughter Bella
Short on money but a real good fella.

The air waves spewed anti-Newt negatives
Tired, Gingrich surely uttered expletives
Defiant, he says forty-six states to go!
Believes his populist movement will grow.

Spending seventeen million Mitt took command
With that much money his margin was grand
Looks acceptable when standing by wife Anne
But conservatives still do not trust the man.


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Global Inequity

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

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

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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Ironic It May Seem

Fear has become the only emotion.
Several attempts, striving so diligently.

Never seemed to matter,
destined to be defeated.
Difficulty becoming that of which is well deserved.

Never seemed to matter, just didnt end up that way.
Somewhat unfortunate,
Although apprectiation seeps in,
true fortune of self dignity.

Shame not rendered,
Pride not blinding,
Openness quite satisfying.

Invigorating it seems,
this power of self intellect.
Mind is free from restriction.
Mind is free from perfection.


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apples and god

Apples and God. 

In the twilight I saw a nun coming down the hilly street towards me, in the shiny 
grayness of the evening I could see a cross of the crucified Jesus around her neck.
I was filled with foreboding as I have always had a fear of Christianity. 
 I remembered what an old man, who had a long white beard and always wore 
a black hat, had told me that if I saw a nun I should spit three times and run away. 
I ran and ran but whichever road I followed she still came behind me. I fled into 
a garden full of apple trees climbed up one of them. Sat there for hours till I got
 hungry and picked an apple it tasted like acid and filled my mouth of the unknown.
Yet I had the sense to fill my pocket with forbidden fruit. Back home I told mother 
of what had happened, I gave her the fruit she cut them up in pieces and strewed 
sugar on and now they tasted lovely. She told me not to mind what old men said 
and that the nun was a victim of her delusion. She also told me to buy apples next 
time and not to steal them.  The day thereafter I bought two green bananas it took 
weeks before they were ripe enough to eat.  


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Be Creative

BE CREATIVE

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Ludicrous Lament

Speak freely, the words that no one hears,
your rights upended in passing years.

Demand of your leaders, promises made,
campaign trails, like snails, fade.

Break from the mighty, purchased power,
pocketed influence for every hour.

Hold fast to those principles, fading out,
crumbling ideals, swept clean with doubt.

Mock of the mighty, this world unknown,
can I call this freedom? Do I call this home?


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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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On The First Day

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


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Lost

lost ideals
from a time
of love & freedom

capitalist gains
replace
communal sustanence

military power
political prowess
individual rights
lost to the war


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Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?


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Silence among the many

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


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Out of Gas Again!

My van is on push!
Can I borrow some money
To fill up the tank.


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Zimbabwe

Zimbabwe we hear your country screaming
We're powerless to help you you're at the mercy of a party thats murderous and 
scheming
Robert Mugabe and his thugs the Zanu PF
They deny you free elections instead they dole out death
The world see's your pain but hears only one mans voice
Your human rights violated he's taken away your freedom of choice
The United Nation's and the peacekeepers won't intercede in this mess
If it was me that was in power and the balance i could redress
It would'nt take an army
6 men
3 letters
S.A.S


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Giving away our rights

Little frogs little frogs the water is getting hot.
Sit back and relax and we will legalize pot.
Watch the screen sink into the scene.
We will watch over you, we are not mean.
We will turn up the heat while you are asleep.
We will enjoy the aroma as your flesh steeps.
Your souls are ours there's nothing you can do.
You are in too deep cooking in our stew.
American's are cooking little by little.
As we give our rights away they drool their spittle
06 Jan 2013   11:24 am


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Bedevil the devilish powers!

Rumours and chaos, cities made a battle ground
Killing innocent ones, with a bedevil mind around

Why not we unite to eradicate corruption in minds
Bedevil the politics beholders and their devilish kinds

Times is raising an alarm for education to decide
To go for right or still let the world wear piteous sight

Poets and artists create to listen the deep said words
What will eternally reside will be stories of true swords

Bedevil each devil who pretends Holy wearing white
Let our souls rule wake up to enlighten with blissful light!



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Diversity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

human.


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Our politicians

Our Politicians
They speak like politicians
And hold a great ambition.
They think they are right
And same speech they recite.
They always gather for a bite
Deciding who should start the fight.
All have their own stations
To be the victims of cremation.
They gather their own crowd
Who cheer and clap to any sound.
They think they are right
Only here for a bite.
They speak like Aristo
And act like Montecristo!
They smoke big cigars
And all drive tinted cars.
They dress in glitter
And all have Twitter.
They act so polite
But hardly can write.
Always in action
Only during the election.
To make a collection
Or a connection.
O What a time you feel like 
Committing a crime.

For a brief background about this poem, pls, read the poem (Beirut).


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Tottenham to Toxteth

Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.

And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.

Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the bills
whilst flesh is still flamable?

And the crier rang out silently.
Could only make out the action,
of something she was trying desperately
the reasons of the destraction.

"You're too blind to make out colours
which have mixed to make brown.
Just a human illusion
of light under cover of sound."

The cobbles are disrupted
and yet its just another cup of tea
to watch on with, pathetically.


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Blasphemy

Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin


the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...


'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'


'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
hurt
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike

but...

take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.


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home sweet turmoil

troops are returning
to a country in turmoil
with its debt ceiling


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The Beast

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




© 2007 Michael Jordan


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history lesson

HISTORY LESSON

I.

Sweet Joe McCarthy who will fill your shoes
Keeping down the reds and making them sing the blues
Your spirit lives on in these modern days
Teaching us to hate in many different ways.

II.

Poor Lee Harvey Oswald I see you sitting there
Living your life with out a simple care
Sitting quietly behind the grassy knoll 
Waiting for the right moment to lie to us all. 

III.

Wise ole’ Ronald Reagan you taught me one thing
That life simply has no meaning
By simply doing a good deed
When you can be driven by greed. 

IV.

Honest George W. Bush you are not the only one to blame
For making the youth pawns in your sick game
Spilling blood on foreign soil
Only to bring back opiates and oil. 


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Oblivious

I look around me
no one in this world see the way I see.
I live my life without worries
I live carefree
Oblivious to the world
I live in a fantasy
where no one can touch me.
All around me is moving
I stand still and dream.
Dream of a life that is unreal
or so it may seem.
Society is so unforgiving
some might say for this reason
life is not worth living.
Who cares what society believes of me
I am free to live my fantasy.
Life is so much better
when you don't realize 
how unfair this world can be.
Mothers just trying to provide and dying on the streets.
What kind of world do we live in today
This world is evil
and must change somehow someway.
So until that day
I can live my fantasy
and believe that this world is better 
than what my eyes see.


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Society

It's another morning and I'm so fortunate
To awaken and enter another day
I reflect for a few moments
And remember the ones who strayed

For many a reason this has happened
Mans inhumanity to man is one
Car jacking in many cultures
Or the bullet from many a gun

Rapists, paedophiles and murderers
No care for the victims they claim
Be it needle, chair or rope
Taken out should be our aim

And now I speak of the gangs
Their bravado speaks volumes to them
Peer power within their families
In my eyes they'll never be men

To the politicians I care not to look
Never tarring them all the same
It's the ones that lie through their teeth
Power and riches their illegal fame

The next morning I awake once again
And reflect on the decent out there
Much time I can reflect about them
To the good I can always fare









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-14.php


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Flawed Perceptions

Incredible thoughts 
unimaginable conjunctures
section 214 (b) confers the desire
for immigration to non immigrant applicants?

Under stated will
when you assume one leave home for good
for a barren land not theirs
to be a non entity, secondary  to all;

Why would one go
if not for the pleasure and friendship
force anyone to care for them
if one is just a pauper in his life with no work;

What can bind one
to alien land for even that month
and seek immigrant status
when they can't stay from their home within their country.

Love to respect 
are magic words we always relish
you can place barriers at will
Only I know my intent was pure: but how could you?


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I Don't Care

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                                        Hello operator can you help please with my ~ Lights Out ?

                                        Let's see  ~ name on bill ?  your address ?  I'm starting to doubt

                                        Gee Weez ~ I know  I owe -  But please act like you care ......






Entry For
Dane Ann Smith - Johnson's Contest
Lights Out
G.L. All

                                        

                                        

                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                         


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MLK - 1929 - 1968

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


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

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

and much, much more
to fight for still

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


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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Afterwards

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


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Signed, JabroniVille USA

Signed, JabroniVille USA

Hammer the sidewalk to watch it crack
Fade the symbols and strike a chord
Watch an army of plumbers unite
To evict the evil worms digging holes
In the universe

But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot

Torch the buildings and watch them burn
While roasting marshmallows over the remains
Of the dead haunted by yesterday's wars
Bring back the drum beat and strike a chord
It's time for the guitar solo

But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A Town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot

So pull up a chair as I set of nuclear bombs
The days from the past disappear
We're all just headless chickens running around
Not knowing left from right and up from down
It's time to drop the bass

Finally
Never come back to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody worked
A town where nobody thought
A town where nobody voted
A town where nobody gave a hoot

So pull down the signs
Nothing is here for you to see
Everything was left destroyed
By thoughtless drones
And corrupt leaders

Signed, JabroniVille USA


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The Crucible

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


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Sanguinary Lord

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


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The Truth

The dead filter through with lifeless dreams of flesh flowing in a sea of blood and

sorrows that call out to the sins of those polluting the earth with hatred dimming our

prospective on life's greatest treasures and causing a wave of untamed shifts destroying 

all that is good and blinding us with lies of a better tomorrow.


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

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

to see...

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

to see...

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

to see...

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

to see...

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

to see...

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

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

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

to see...

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

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



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This Thanksgiving Day


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


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To My Dad On This Father's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

Government Sanctioned Murder

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


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Life Is No Picnic

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




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


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My Brothers and Sisters at arms

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crow

In Lost Thoughts of an abandoned park
where swings were never swung
where rusted grass grew to the sun
and the only existence that boarded the merry-go-round was the cold wind of may.
It was vacant, where his eyes crept with the yellow of apathetic strangers,
Constantly Surrounded by the old Mary Jane,
He could complain
but these concrete shoes fit so well.
There they sat,All the respected men
under pretences of happiness, family and bliss
while deceit filled quiet emptiness.
But society's betrayal occupied many pews that day
whilst pieces of the crow flew in with the sly wind.
Scrunched tissues were dry and eyes still held composure
What Demon lies in such aesthetic mahogany?
that all who appeared in black, showed no emotion
and in the centre of broken snickering
the pinnacles sit, with their polished nails and untouchable fabric.
and out by the Idle river, the lost legacy dances alone.


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love, l-o-v-e

I love you

I love me

I love he

I love she

I love they

I love then

I love now

I love before

I love after

I love forever

I love why

I love

I love sky

I love truth

I love floor

I love ground

I love sing

I love happy

I love joy

I love to hate death

I love to hate evil’s employ

I love I love I love

I love to never want to hate

I love to never want to kill

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

I love to see the truth 

     out there

I love to ask why

I love to not want to have to die

I love l-o-v-e

most beautiful word in 

    hist-o-ry

love, l-o-v-e

"what’s that sound

everybody knows whats going down"

love, l-o-v-e

is coming home

to house and home and hearth

and park bench

where homeless man sleeps

night away

having worked his whole life

as a good man

sing out the truth

dear world

falling down

falling down

into ground

dear world

sing out the truth

nevermore

for how many times

do we have to knock on the door

before one percent

hears the cries of truth?

how long will we have to sit here and cry?

I love

i hope that love will win the day

I hope people listen to that word love

l-o-v-e

l-o-v-e

mothers fathers daughters brothers sisters aunts and uncles

evermore

knock on my door

knock on my door

pay me a visit

l-o-v-e

knock on my door

my brother

knock on my door

my sister

knock on my door

knock on my door

pay me a visit

knock on my door

come say hello

knock on my door

knock on my door

knock on my door

and tell me

I love you.


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Question

Why didn’t you say something
as your eyes bathed him in malcontent
drowning truth with your silence
too disgusted to vent
You walked right past him
like a stranger in a crowd
immune to his excuses
lying in shroud
Was his face worn by guilt
or just weary for love
reaching for compassion
bruised by your shadow above
Did he hurt you
like so many had before
demeaning you with his presence
unworthy of yours
Did he apologize
that fateful day at your feet
begging for your forgiveness
because he’s homeless in the streets


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Hamba Kahle, Comandante Chavez

Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

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

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

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

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

but you live!

You live!


Hasta la Victoria Siempre, 

Comandante!


Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)


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


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Empty Speeches

Empty Speeches 
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Gone are the columns, gone is the crowd
Just twenty thousand, shouting loud
Gone is the hope, debt was the change
Stale words remain, empty and strange

The air is filled with Biden baloney
He pleads the case for a liberal crony
Praises a job well done, but not complete
In anger cajoles voters to not unseat

Introduced with great pomp and circumstance
We hear of one who will give us a chance
Then strutting to the stage with toothy grin
He tells us about Republican sin

“It’s not my fault the economy is bad
But if not for me, it would be real sad”
Nothing new, we’ve heard this story before
We can get the job done, but I need four more

Lectured us about what is right and fair
Let the rich pay more, they can afford to share
Didn’t hear a word about the nation's debt
But the people are asking you can bet

“I need your vote, my contract please renew”
But I ask why, you’ve told us nothing new
Mr. President, wave goodbye, run the race
But I’m voting for another in your place


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Black Oil and Green Money

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


Details | Acrostic | |

Memori

Over the civil right movement,


Details | I do not know? | |

Burnt Tongue

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

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

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

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

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


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POSTCARD FROM GHIBLI

Libya! Weep Libya!
Thy sly invaders smooch thy defender
Thy oppressor masks his crusader
Eye wells cried dry, mouths filled with peals of empty laughter
When ego puffs personality takes cover
When libido strays, devil’s peace reigns all is in asunder
Still life goes on

Libya! Oh Libya!
The great green desert is deserted
Milking the blood of children she birthed
Ghibli lays still; still the glowering sky is shattered
Cyrene’s serenity is stained and her sanity is scalded
Though her hymen remains her virginity is desecrated
And life goes on

Libya! Dear Libya!
Together fend off our mutual fiends
Dig deep to re-distill our filial cells
When strife drowns prosperity sails
If the head strays
Throats bulge, brows crease and depravity swell
We swim, we drown, we fly, we crash posterity tells
Pray, life goes on


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Theatrics of American Justice

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

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

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

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

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

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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My Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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If you think you know me, think again

  
It is not a knowledge based judgement when stereotyping is your research. 

It is a judgement off of broad and unclear definitions (labels) made up by "people in power" to oppress diversity. 

So before you make judgments off of discriminatory facts, remember; I believe half the truth is equivalent to the whole lie.

 Therefore, if your basing what you perceive you know of me by broad and unclear labels, it is a complete and utter lie to say you know my kind. (Shyne930)


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if emotion had color

if what we do
if what we did
if our emotions 
had colors
that we could see
what color would we be
dark red with passion
bright red with love
black with anger
or a mixture of colors.
what color is your heart
is it perfect
for your body
or is it imperfect
for your soul.
if emotion
was colored
who would 
you be?


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Ten Years Later

Once I wore cowboy boots on an oil rig And before that I was a Deputy, also known as a ‘Pig’ Prior to that time I was a normal guy, living life on the wild side But before I did that, I signed a line; a line to instead of your life, give mine. I was proud to put on a uniform that in turn was an automatic target But attacks on New York, D.C. and Pennsylvania, were the events that would start it Never again would my life be the same, no more thinking freedom was a game Alas, yet again in 2011, we shall continue to send those terrorists, to their ‘terrorist heaven’


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The skinny moneyed man returns

Mocking the rest of utopians,possesed of diathermy
the skinny moneyed man is vaccinated with noisy triumph.
He is going to massacre thousand souls again.
Fear came upon us with a smile of understanding
and drones decided to stay in concealment for months.

Nothing hurts like the truth gnawed by mice
as the despicable events stirred me to pity.
I cut my hair very closely but there was such a jam,
that i couldn't get in.
He tried to obscure the issue but his reason was clouded by hatred.

He squandered his money on idle pleasures,
"iam sorry if i have offended you",
made the punishement fit the crime
"here's a toast to our success",
using the sponge of sodomy.

The air seemed vibrant with the sweltering heat,
as the sphinxs of misery made my egoism full of vigilance
Skinny now holding a bag for me,trying to redeem
my sins.


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I Hate Hoodrats

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



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

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


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The Aftermath

The Aftermath

(Dedicated to all the martyrs, victims and their families -of Mumbai bomb blast)

Voices silenced,tears have dried
Frozen hearts no longer smile
Darkness veils the winter sky
Screamings echo, but for a while

Sorrow dawns over shadowed nights
Laughter lost for eternity
Wrapped in tricolor,sleeping pride
Pain filled eyes searches thee

Gathering pieces of shattered memories
as souls depart to another domain
Time may heal the gashes made,
Who will erase the scars remained? 


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Jesus MUST Be Our Foundation

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


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Invisible Chains


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

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

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

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

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


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I am Man


When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton 
keys,
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis 
limbs,
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts 
sunless atrium,
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the 
passenger seat,
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
 To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the 
noblest. 


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All Because I Am Jewish


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

BY: DARREN J McMURRAY 
June 14, 2008 


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The Three Little wigs

White and powdered dressed in black coats                                                             upholding lawlessness with finesse         		                                                                  with forked breath they express                                                                                             their jargon they bargain as they burrow and laso                                                        freedom with ease legally they are not the west of pacos                                                        Two rights are never wrong where the morality rules                                                              The Law is good when a lawful tool                                                                                        Only when the vilest of men so pretend to be as sheep                                                           for punishment of doer's not to be themselves evil reap's                                                  that is when life liberty persuit of happiness are infringed                                                          drinking up the law of the land like cheap wine they binge                                                    with greedness they leave you rubbing your chin again                                                Seated for life was a founding oversite                                                                                 We have something to say it is not to late to make a date                                                   for political correction for terms and re-election                                                                     when you see the wolve's affections                                                                                     in your court they will not your grievance's address                                                                 I do not digress a call for redress                          	                                                             God the giver riegn's supreme the Law he spoke                                                	             not for men to change or misquote


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ps WHISPERING CAMPAIGN

in
the wind-
rumour mill


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The TV Watcher

Feet propped up, reclining on the sofa inside the den,
watching a hot movie showing a wild and sexy scene,
in his excitement he swallowed his can of Diet Coke 
and with his mouth full of pretzel he almost choked.

   




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Your Vanity

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


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False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive


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Grandma's Becoming A Republican

Grandma’s Becoming A Republican!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Awake

Fog's invisibility fueled confusion
Light's penetrationn very weak; open
Door to knowledge, let light shine brightly forth
Throw open the blocked, barred, bolted passage
Welcome light to a clearer mind; warm heart
Beauty waits hidden drapped in shrouded shawl
Throw off shawl of depression; rainbows wait
Roosters roster calls in chorus wake light
Come, shine today for humanity waits
Sunlight shines in glory cast golden rays
Trees now in darker silhouette; fog
Seems more alive, doomed to be removed soon
Sun slowly rises bringing with it hope;
Hope of a sunny better day like spring


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Prayer for a Soldier

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

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

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

No one will be able to bring you harm. 

You will return home to your family's arms.

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


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downing street

driving down downtown
  rain dots dancing
                     drooling down
               daydreams dally
                      dancing round
            distance  daunting
                      dipping down
                dewdrops draping
          drenching downdrops dripping
        damping rain
                 drooping down
               driving down around
                                  down town


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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


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Are We Trying To Get Rid Of God

Are We Trying To Get Rid Of God?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


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Babylon

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

Right is right
and Law is Law.


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God's Definition of Marriage


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton  


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

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

Never say never

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

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

and Lady Liberty

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

while their King lay dead
 

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

You remember what he said

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

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

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


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

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

an Independence newfound
 

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

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

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

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

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

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




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Digesting Hypocrisy

His flock was really but a few
When incarnated as a man like me and you
But he had faith in his Father up above
As he taught us to defeat our enemies with love

He suggested we turn the other cheek
And reap the reward from the strength of being meek
There are many who say they’ve heard his word
Yet clamor to arm themselves with weapons – how absurd

Seems they relish amendments written by mortal men
More than the commandments he died trying to defend
So please, stop trying to convince me
I have trouble digesting hypocrisy


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"Encyclopedia of an villainous Air Gun"

 "Encyclopedia of an villainous Air Gun"


with platelets of debasing who 
a disastrous leg pining, has set me a fire
bring a distasteful villainous villain of rifling, death
 
SHOW your self
you DEVIL  
do you know, could you care
you have raped my soul 
of its last remaining grips on proper living sanity 

so i do not cry on the outside 
but weep, in wanting of revenge
SHOW your self
I demand it of you 
SHOW your self
you half human unsettling rotten man thing 
 
for you have brought my leg 
to it painful mourning
and yet i dare not go to Dr. Arzt (Dr. Doctor is in German)
because he has never find my sass (ass) to my eyebrow 

and so now i say 
come not to my grave 
with tear in hand 
but know, it was by your, rose colored glass 
that I live and die in your 
guns and rose-watered world 

demand justice for all~   
 


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Failed promises

    promises made,the tongue of deceit
hope upon hope,life becomes unbearable,
Cajoled by sweet words;unreliable and void;
     Void of justice,comfort and good governance,
  To fight unemployment,inflation and covetousness,
we lean on fragile wood ,and sit on three legged chairs,
        Consumed by this unquenchable fire,
           Our hearts burn with pain and
       our bodies  roast like barbeque meat,
Oh!mother nature;how can we continue to endure
      these idiosyncrasies?I say No! No more!!,
I shall resist!with all my strength and blood.
     I will not be wary until justice is done!.




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Maiden China

Oh, my most beautiful, foreign lovely,
All is yours to deny, no niceties,
I'm lost within your vast economy,
My heart will endure all atrocities;
No action you take will cause my Love's stall,
By my own account, I'm held in your thrall;
I'll run, I'll race, swim, leap, tumble, and fall,
Anything for your heart's gold, even crawl;
Whatever you do, I'll not turn away,
Do as you will, for as you may, you may,
I'll watch you waste tomorrow with today,
Mute witness to your deeds, feigning dismay;
    Maiden China, I'll hold open the door,
    For all costs, it's your futures I adore.


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Governments Of Passion

My naive heart once pulsed fiercely with unhesitating Hope,
I saw Beauty stretching out forever, forever stronger;
Yet, now, my chest just heaves, as though against an all-too-tight rope,
Beauty's Promise appears hollow-cheeked, I can stare no longer.

Greed and Indifference have stole-off to Vegas to elope,
Watch them consummate on-screen, ugly orgasm will linger,
On heart-shaped bed, Governments Of Passion's played-out, the Lovers mope,
Cost of their surging's accounted for by gold 'round their finger.

I'm left staggering, arythmic, in this gloom trying to cope,
My vision faltered at such sight, so many weak with hunger;
It's telling, my frail beat, a heart that once pulsed fiercely with Hope,
As now, all I see's Beauty's starved faces, grown ever younger.


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What to Do

We had a plan, to follow true.
If we do not, what resigns the clue?
Follow the leaders now.
After they break a vow,
Even though, they know not, what to do


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That September Day in 2001

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


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Cuba 1958

Cuba 1958

I remember it like the day before yesterday Cuba 1959. Batista, 
the corrupt dictator, had fled, but this was revenge time and 
many of his collaborators were rounded up and shot; and what 
often happen in such occasions there were onlookers cheering 
and having their bloodlust satiated. 

There was one man, man wearing a panama hat in his left hands, 
refusing to wear a blindfold or have his hands tied behind his back.
On top of some steps he stood against a white wall, ready, but 
there was a hesitation; waved his hat to the weary executioners. 
A volley of fire, blood trickled down the steps, deep red, rich. 

They but the body in a coffin, but there was silence, one man’s 
courage had shamed onlookers and soldiers into pensive silence.
The revolution didn’t matter anymore, but human dignity did…
Is this all, does nothing change have we just ended one dictator 
 with another one in the name of the people.  


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The Final Shout

A hundred times I mention her name in loneliness,
a thousand times I shout her name into the wilderness.
In my wildest dreams and tormenting nightmares I have cried for her,
at life’s every twist and turn I have reached for her.
In the prison’s dark alleys I have searched for her,
in my mother’s womb I must have craved for her.
She is more the image I seek than who she probably can be.

She is someone about whom I have an archive of unwritten poetry…
Though a dream she wakes me with hope;
with twinkling eyes and soothing lips.
She is she and much much more,
her beauty glows as she ages.

When the rope turns its final coil to squeeze that last drop of draining blood,
I’ll smile at the mirage of her vision in full entity and shout her name with all the 
might 
Lo, I shall shout “Freedom!”


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This Fourth Of July


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


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The perfect Life

A curse upon the gods to break

How to become an enlightened player 101

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

(ever been to the insane asylum?)

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

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


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

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

do the pieces fit?

protesting drugs and guns?

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

have i been received?

am i the perfect life?


Details | Verse | |

The Inhuman Race

Yearning, wanting, dreams and desires,
Lust in our eyes, burning with fire.
Rebuilding ambition in every man,
Casting aside what we don’t understand.

Taking for granted things oh so small,
Attention to detail no problem at all.
Gain, greed and wealth, wanting so much,
Headlong too eager, always we rush.

Advice never headed, its such a chore,
Arguments, crime, murder and war.
Easing our wanting anyway at all,
Living a riddle without metaphors.

Innocent children turned septic inside,
Witnessing atrocities through uncaring eyes.
Lullabies forgotten, long laid to rest,
Living life in doubt, through the pain we infest.

We don’t cry with meaning, enough any more,
Our reasons are selfish, goodwill’s out the door.
We are strong enough to care, much more than we do,
To make that difference to me, them and you.

The world won’t stop turning; its purpose is to spin,
Time ticking by, we end then begin.
Hurt, pain and suffering we can no longer face,
Brutal beings us, are we proud of our race??

©.L.Kelly


Details | I do not know? | |

Trapped

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

For in a Doorway Lies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


Details | Acrostic | |

Liberty

L  Liberty is rarely seen among men.

I   It's hard to live a life that is free,

B  Because freedom for those we hate, we must defend,

E  Each one wants freedom, but not for you and me.

R  Respect for others, not just our kin.

T  To let others be, as they want to be.

Y  Yes, they can be a friend.




For the "Worth fighting for" contest


Details | Chastushka | |

What Did He Do

From President Bill Clinton With his balancing of the budget Monica Lewinsky in chiffon Both doing what they’ll regret
Entrant into Gwendolen Rix's "Chastushka Form-Russian Poetry" contest 2/8/2012


Details | Limerick | |

Lost Freedom

When did we lose our country free?
Our ancestors set rules in degree.
Now they tell us what’s good
Do what we say, understood.
Old George would cut more than a cherry tree


Details | Rhyme | |

Detroit

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

RELIGION AGAINST MAN

He hated his brother
Because he practiced another
Men of same wombs
On each other, inflict wounds
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw; eye sores
Men beheaded… burned
Women disemboweled
Bombed
Drug traffickers and the mafia
Show more angels heart
Men obsessed with religion
No place free of them
Hold this illusion
Four virgins and a mansion
For just one man in heaven
So die a martyr
And make it even
In the beginning, was this so?
When men die, do they go?
PLEASE: give me no fairy answer
Except self proven ponder

On the other side
I heard Christ died
Men turned it merchandise
One name, many voices
As the voices, so the vices
Repent. Be baptized
Or die ostracized
Yet in sex, their leaders
Abuse youths and feeders
Adultery in the upper chambers
Sucked the poor dry
So the rich benefits and not die
Name not names
Lest you give them more fame
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw…eye sores
Grieve not alone in chest
It’s same in north; south; east; west

I heard God has his own powers
And he for himself mighty might
So why do for him men fight?
I heard also, the goat can bite
When pushed to the wall
Be that so,
Then there is:
The goat-
The applied force-
And the wall.
Who is the Goat? Man
Who is the force applied?
Circumstances against man
And who is the wall?
Religions against man


Details | Free verse | |

Warning Sign

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


Details | Free verse | |

Brainwashism

Desensitized
from the world'd murky underbelly
self mutilate your soul
free your mind
serve the masses to the wolves
controlled by greedy mercenaries
hungry for power
society corrupted by corporate logos
brainwashed to purchase the goods
materialism to the very core
money equals power
equals corruption
billions spent on warfare
kill to make that green
evil has no borders


Details | Blank verse | |

fear of ghosts

Fear of ghosts?

USA, a thrill word of my boyhood, great things happens in 
America.  From the deck I saw the statue of liberty; fabulous, 
a dream came true I thought. Immigration officials boarded. 
We stood in line showing our cocks to a bored medical man.
 A uniform asked if we’re commies. But when he asked me 
my dislike of any authorities came forth; I said “Yes, I’m.”
 Our captain said “he doesn’t understand English very well.” 
The officials laughed, yet a crew member was not allowed 
ashore, had his name in a big book and black listed because 
he was member of the communist party of Norway and might 
cause threat to USA. 1955 till 2012 nothing has changed; 
only the ghosts are now called Muslims.


Details | Free verse | |

ptsd of late stage capitalism

i miss the softness of her touch

cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh

   collapse

i miss kindness of time before the crash

economy in relative peace

living off fumes of postwar boom

before post-traumatic stress of recession-plagued world

robbed me of ability to fulfill my dreams

and fully reveal my inner self

thanks to din of private property

and rumble of greed

world is psychotic, denial laden

- where love can be a marketplace

humans commodified to the extreme -

i yearn for a world

where people can be people

judged on the merits of their person

not their circumstance

for in such a world

there would be no need to worry

for inherent goodness in every human being

is a guarantee

someday that world will be realized

this i know for sure

this poem a dedication

and an affirmation

of that truth.


Details | Senryu | |

A New Day for Egypt

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Choose to make a change

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



©RashanaKing2010


Details | Lyric | |

And my crime was being English

You faked friendship with me
And my crime was being English

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

You sarcastically smiled at me
And my crime was being English


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

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


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

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

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



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

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

You left me standing lonely
And my crime was being English

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


Details | Couplet | |

Don't Judge

Don't judge me if you do know zip
For facts are dressed from toe to tip
My recital you never try to read
Thence blinded and hurt by the blood they bleed.

Your animadversion plant it please
For no man is perfect or so you'll see
Why marred that angelic mug of yours?
And force to you my want to deplores?

All of us writes but a different story
Filling each with countless shame and glory
You see but an impression of my looks
And speaks to but a version of my books.

So don't judge me if you do know zip
Since bad karma might seek your lips
My recital you should try to read
Flaw lies in blood that we players feed.

Dovey Annie


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus


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


Details | I do not know? | |

Occupy Wall Street- Take Back The Cornfields Of America

They look down from their penthouse and turn up their nose.

They see us all as a murder of crows. Bunch of pests and foul nuisances trying to eat of their crops.

Not sons and daughters and mommas and pops.

They don't want to hear of our lower class rambling.

Why shan't we continue our financial gambling?

Their scarecrow is the media which deems us all decadent.

We shall not yield the cornfield, For we are the 99 percent!


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


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


Details | I do not know? | |

To Seek Results We Must First Find Them

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

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

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

A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In our community that word makes my soul cringe.

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

When there is none really there to see.

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Rhetoric

Politics is not about sides
To use money for free rides
Say what you may never mean
Transparent and very unseen
Chasing only greenest green
Appearing in seenest scenes
What really drives your day
The truth is running astray
You never can really add up
When you only fill your cup


Details | I do not know? | |

In Our Own Galaxy

We walked to a place far away.

 

A new galaxy of passion and spirituality.

 

He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth.

 

He made the moon our mirror of life.

 

He gave me everything I never dreamed.

 

It was larger than imagination.

 

No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions.

 

Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love.

 

Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed.

 

Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece.

 

Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas.

 

I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm.

 

He made me feel superhuman.

 

I too revisited his soul the same.

 

We deceived pain. We sustained.

 

We made what is so complex, plain.

 

And the heavens will still ordain.

 

See we can never stop the rain.

 

But we can reach the clouds.

 

Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground.

 

But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light.

 

To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight.

 

We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty?

 

But he made it all possible in our own galaxy.

 

See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations.

 

Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication.

 

He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit.

 

How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it.

 

Cause its been said "Ye are all gods."

 

And in our galaxy, we reign supreme.

 

Against all odds!


Details | Couplet | |

America after 1962

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

 by: Sabina nicole


Details | ABC | |

Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


Details | ABC | |

Between Two evils no choice

Between two evils
No choice
But if you forced
Take the one
Less evil
No one can say
You done
A good choice!


Details | Imagism | |

Change We Can Believe In

Highest expectations lightly linger,
not forgotten, the extreme right winger.


Details | Free verse | |

brief letter to a young politician in the making

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

there are other ways of using the energy
which you have exemplified to me
personally, a thousand times over---
history has shown you in all the books you 
have read & from the mouths of all those
whom you admire that have never been 
disfigured by the american political process,
that there is a plethora of inspirational 
women & men, who have been committed to
the betterment of our people & the human
species in totality,
that have never even pondered
the aspirations of power that would lead 
someone to offer up their hands
to the bloodying, dirtying &
tying,
which shows itself to be essential
for the climbing of that 
fateful ladder,
here in the belly of the empire.

rather than spend weeks & months
thinking about the most “appropriate”
way to express your concerns about
this world & the country in which you live,
DO SOMETHING NOW---
it’s ok!
nobody is going to hold it against you---
nobody worth anything, that is.

with all the sincerity i can muster,
        -delapruch 


Details | I do not know? | |

Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



Details | Free verse | |

darkness into daylight

darkness into daylight

i want to kick the darkness ‘till it bleeds daylight

i want to expose the darkness

that permeates the souls of

passive aggressive fathers and mothers

who live in their own denial

and lay the foundation

for future psychopaths

i want to tear down the cancerous wall of denial

that eats at the soul of our society

and continues to turn the beautiful promise of humanity

into a sick farce.

i want my poetry to go into

psychiatrists offices

jail cells

and bedrooms that resound with deafening sorrow and misery

wish my poetry

could get her to turn the barrel away from her mouth

and believe

get the kid away from the crack pipe

and believe

get humanity to organize

and believe.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

"The Snakes"

The Snakes are moving to Washington,
where they'll buy real estate and visit
the Smithsonian,
They'll set up a residence next to the President,
trying very hard to be his best friend,
Mrs. Snake will befriend the children and the First Lady,
but their motives will be quite shady,

The Snakes are getting ready to make their move,
with their spyware and smoothe grooves,
part of their plan is to win over Capitol Hill
so they can make their "Big Kill",

The Snakes are coming!
slithering slowly,
when their cover gets exposed,
things are going to get ugly!

They will sneak in the nooks and crannies,
They may even try to upset Granny,
but they are coming in disguise,
while their daggers are traveling behind in the skies.


Details | Rhyme | |

Greed

The Mother of Prostitutes,
How well she would dress,
Kept all her wealth, just to impress,
Others were starving, many in need,
That didn’t stop her from feeding her greed,
Now dressed in her new attire, 
she waits with no plea,
Only in the morning can she go out to sea,
Sail through Revelations, 
where her end seems to come,
All for her need for an instant lump sum.


By: Sabina Nicole


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Bio 10-11-14

Dane 
Intense, emotional, intelligent, curious 
Sister of Charme Carr and Ray Crawford III Phd
Lover of the creative thought processes 
Who feels passionate, loyal, and at times frustrated 
Who fears too much government power, interference, and oppression.  
Who would like to see God the Father, Jesus Christ, and Beyond the Vail.
Live Oak, Florida
Smith-Johnsen 

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: BIO poems
Sponsor	Regina Riddle


Details | Cinquain | |

Recall

In early August the order was placed
He was inserted inside his crate
With designs in hand the builders raced
Inside my brother was to wait
Safe inside from harm

Awaiting his debut
On his head they covered with just a hint of hair
They painted his eyes blue
A likeness to his designer he did share
He could suck a thumb at the end of his arm

Misfortune befell him today 
This days not one of joy
All his dreams have been torn away
All the dreams of this little boy
January 15, his order was aborted

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


Details | Quatrain | |

Read Earth

Harsh beauty spreading far and wide
Mother's creation by nature's own bride
Iron grain canvas under bright atmosphere
Where arid, baked land meets water cool and clear

Streaming cruel heat reigns over all
Beating down on a land held in subjugating thrall
Parched artistry spreads over miles of land
Rocks, hills and animals, and course shifting sands

Fevered earth burns on an unshod sole
Trees give sparse shade to those who stroll
Along a path, that's been walked by few,
Over millennia past; now awash with soul's residue

Land red with iron and actions abhorred
With laughter and bitterness, with hope deeply stored
A vast stunning world, a back drop so grand
A future and history that's held in the land


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Welcome to The Land

Welcome to the land of spies
And hypocritical lies
Where dreams
Fall apart at the seams
Welcome to the land of the fake
Where the rich and greedy take
Where celebrities have all the fame
And never have shame
Welcome to the land of creeps
Where children weep
Where all innocence is taken away
Never to see the light of day
Welcome to the land of lies
Where people die
Where there are always tears
Where people are lonely and filled with fears
Wlcome to the land of the wicked 
Where everything is twisted
Dreams blend with reality
And being polite is just a formality
Welcome to the land of the free...
Do you really beileve that's what we can be?


Details | Free verse | |

Abeeku

Abeeku stole a bright, gold watch from
the busy shop in the market. 
The shopkeeper 
saw him slip the watch into his waistband -
chased him, yelling and gesturing,  “?? ,?? “ Thief, thief!”

The crowd caught up -
surrounding Abeeku
in the middle of the street.
 
They beat him.
Someone slipped an old tire over his head, 
and another 
and another helped 
pull the tire over his arms
pinning them to his side.

The shopkeeper picked up the watch
its crystal broken and 
its case scratched and split.
He put it on his wrist and
joined the chant, “Thief, thief.”

A boy pressed through the throng 
with a tin of petrol, 
pouring it over Abeeku’s head.

A shadow offered matches 
and Abeeku was covered in flame
at dusk
while the African sky 
was ablaze 
in red and yellow light.


Details | Epigram | |

epigram #1

Here lies Lady Truth.
I would not weep so,
were she dead.


Details | Verse | |

Once We Were

Collect my thoughts and scatter them,
With wild and unleashed abandon.
Close your eyes and embrace the dark,
See many a thought at random.

Picture green lush countryside,
Try to imagine autumn’s hue.
From sun shine to a rainy day,
From cloudy skies to blue.

Where waterfalls run their path,
Through fields with trees of gold.
Ponies graze contentedly,
They grace our land of old.

From village church where clock's chime,
To sheep grazing upon lush countryside.
The busy bustling London streets,
Breathtaking mountains that many climb.

Alas fading now is this beauty,
Whilst passing into the new.
New laws are made each passing day,
Regardless of our point of view.

Our backs are lashed with costly whips,
The more we work, the more we pay.
Baring the scars for listening,
To the spineless deciders of today.

Remember once beauty our land didst hold,
To all hearts dear and true.
Its sinking into fears dark depths,
And there’s nothing we can do.

Forgetting are we of what makes sense,
Of who we are and what is right.
Where freedom of choice is gradually wiped out,
Our identity torn asunder, loosing sight.

We’ve welcomed in so many,
We’re splitting at the seams.
Conformed to foreign laws,
And changed our ways it seems.

To sit back and see our leaders,
Turn us into something that we’re not.
It’s sad to see what makes us who we are,
Turn into something so easily forgot.

Were once our rights took precedence,
Now cast aside to form a queue.
How sad the fear that motivates,
Those who decide, and who pays..Me and you!

And what of us insignificants?
The workers who pay for their clothes. 
Who feed them and keep their wallets fat,
Who down the river they have sold?

And at night when dreams come to them,
Never will they have the privilege to view..
A picturesque proud and calm country,
Stolen from all of us, because we let you!

Oh once great nation, so proud and true,
Once we were united.
Through draining choice we have lost sight
Not believing, forgetting what right is.

We still have belief in our lands beauty,
We have deep rooted loyalty inside.
To see plainly and clearly see what is right,
So our identity and Britain can survive.

©.L.Kelly


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not A Politician

I’m Not A Politician… There’s one thing that I make no pretention. I’m in no way what you’d call a “politician.” I don’t try to get involved in the “politics of the day.” But I do try to listen to what God has to say! I’m not interested in what numbers the polls will bring. I’d rather trust Jesus, who can take care of everything! The good news, is that the bad news is all wrong! My life with Christ, is where I certainly belong! Christ is my hope and focus! I’d rather believe him! I don’t trust what I watch or hear from the news men! In God’s kingdom there are no politics involved! Every problem facing me.. Christ already solved! I want Jesus to be my life’s focus and attention! May the Holy Spirit guide me into a Godly direction! With Jesus in my heart… I’m joyful and glad! I know I’ll never see him in a political ad! He is and will always be the one that I’ll need! He’s not corrupted by wickedness and greed! No matter how you may believe this world will end! Christ will always be the one you trust and depend! You don’t have to wait for a ballot to come to you! Vote for Jesus today! His presence is all around you! There’s no limit to the terms of life he’s giving! He’ll bless you within and give everlasting living! By Jim Pemberton


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Figure unlike , devilish hike

Breathing depression since my birth
Providence one day whispered in ear
Thoughts itself turned face to mirth
Followed the witch leaving back fear

Reverted the opponent’s good time
Noises kept darkness lit to proceed
Future assures only power no pine 
Horny lady plotted map to succeed 

Mischievous figure looked so divine
The lessons like prophesy of delight 
From nobody to a regime of mine
Thy chapters taught scheming fight 

Sinister eyes but transforming my life
Dire alluring acts meant fun no strife!


Details | Free verse | |

Money

Money grows for thoughs who have it.
There are too many people who barely see it.
It comes in and flows out like the tide, financial burdens in a constant ride.
You have more going out than ever comes in, lost in pound signs hoping your bet comes in.
Scratching away at cards to gain. Nothing again, they're all the same.
Life on the dull is boring and grim, no opportunities so you turn to a life of sin.
One man's loss is another man's gain, nothing in a poor mans life but hunger pain, a shock to the system that's let you down. Your short lived smile ends up a frown.
Lost and drifting left on a government shelf.
There's no help for you anywhere, you're lost in a system that does not care.


Details | Haiku | |

The poor

In congested homes of slums
The poor people live –
No one listens to their grief! 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone But Not Forgotten { Footle}

Laid Wreath
      Good Greif







In Loving Memory
Of Our Fallen


Details | Triolet | |

The Dream

~A tribute to “The Slave's Dream” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


One night the slave had a nice dream.
And in the dream he was just free. 
He heard sounds of freedom's bold scream.
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And saw the light of liberty's gleam.
No more felt flesh by whips just bleed. 
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And in the dream he was just free. 



Details | Rhyme | |

A Shameful Few

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries.

Off in a new direction,
The agenda must be upheld.
Global unification?
A very grim fairy tale!

Greed on their back as they pillage,
Warmongers with hue and cry!
Fodder sent home in a wooden box,
As more and more people still die!

Freedom and liberty long gone,
As we are snared in the tellers net.
Peasants and squires of near future.
In the worst game of risk ever yet!

Stolen and lost are our rights
As the parasites hold their heads high!
Choking on lies as they spew their untruths
As to why the next country must die!

Nothing it seems will stop them,
Hell bent on their mission it seems.
The ruination of the world...
As they crush its inhabitants dreams!

Turning on their own people
People they should try and protect.
When that trust is gone it’s all over,
Because what do the people have left?

Civilized nations turned monster
By the leaders consumed with greed
No happily ever after....
Just the planting of evil’s seed!

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries!


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




Details | Light Poetry | |

No Dope Have To Cope

Dope head
      Just read


Medical marijunia
  Many states don't wanna


Flip this bill
     Said it wouldn't heal


Glacoma
     Paranorma


Nausea's
   Seizers waaaaaa


They don't care
    And won't share


Any relief
   Good grief

Tired of  puking
   So  got mussing


 To  FDA
         Who just says


No dope
   Gotta cope





Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my head...you cant be serious.


Details | Free verse | |

unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
understands 
the light.


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust Day of Remembrance

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember

When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember

None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember

At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember

Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember

And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember

There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember

So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember


Details | ABC | |

Dilemma shoes or suits

African politicians
They buy
Italian suits
When they really
Need shoes
 
I know
That is not making you
Guys 
Smart

We need
Leaders
Not politicians
With bright suits
And bare feet

Guys
What happen
No more like Mandela
OR Gandhi
Our schools
Dry
OR mothers
Change their minds

I don't know
But we should think
What we need
Bright suits
OR 
Pair of shoes
What people is need
Is genuine leaders
Not bad copy


Details | Free verse | |

Thin Lines

Such powerful boundaries
 
that force the crossing of a dangerous tighrope
 
Man’s all-encompassing, unfortunate trapeze
 
is smaller even than a hair’s breadth
 
yet still so significant
 
a great divider for mental states
 
love and hate
 
bravery and stupidity
 
courage and fear
 
genius and insanity
 
How sad that small borders actually unseen
 
are virtually the driving forces behind stigmas
 
held practically everywhere


Details | Free verse | |

For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Batter Up {Ekphrasis}

A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift shit-stenched mortuary

who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary


for the killing goes on in the name of tribe
faith
race
religion
caste
sect

and the vested interests above all

but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call

for her mother, father, brother, sister

as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel

while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel

to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while

while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile


war is ugly, they tell us

but necessary too

and we go to war for peace 

while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw


war is ugly

it is indeed

but so are we

if we fail to see the humanity stripped away 

and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl

and if her cries for help we do not heed


war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke

sickens me as it should us all
making us retch and puke

but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away

we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day


war is ugly

so they tell us

while loading the magazines without much of a fuss

war is ugly

and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell

but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell

war is ugly

but so are you and I

for we remain silent

as the bombs fall incessantly on

out of the open sky

shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true

for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance

and try as we might to inure ourselves 

I am as complicit in it all

as are you...


Details | Free verse | |

Global State of Why--- Word Morph

Whether here at home, or far around the globe
  People mourn, and weep into a glove
   Beneath the trees of wartime's shady grove
    Shedding tears upon a fallen soldier's grave?
     A soul who gave his life for actions brave
       His life is spent, yet it is peace on earth we crave
         A futile waste that man is warrior's slave
             If only we could learn, and clean the slate
              Where peace and love would be the normal state




...................................................................
(note: Each end word morphs by one letter)


Details | Senryu | |

in the dark of night

in the dark of night
they found the  most wanted man
and his life's details


Details | Blank verse | |

a fall from pedestal

A fall from the Pedestal 

And they saw this man a great orator, and he was black,
in America (if not in Uganda); and people said, this man
and his race know about inequality, so they made him 
a president and the whole world was jubilant, so much 
so that the forever naive Norwegian gave him a peace
prize medal for peace promised...one day soon. 

And nothing happened, the applause stilled; on the sky
more and more drones flew and the oppressed masses
 continued to be subjugated... and his fine oratory began 
sounding hollow and we came to realise you can’t judge
a man by the colour of his skin, not by his silken rhetoric,
but by his actions and sense of justice...  


Details | Free verse | |

Deplorable

Deplorable

Here I lie, about to rest,
But, Lord, don’t bother to invest;
I wish to wander free of smite
Through my iniquitous mind tonight.

Synthetic truths
Plague, deluge, besiege me.
The Collective exploits 
My palpable shape,
Contriving a spirit driven by
Fallacious emotion and succumbing breaths.

Tingling skin, rattling heart, seeping warmth;
All coerced sensations that 
Peril my soul.
Immured by dreams I am
Asserted to accept.
Seldom autonomy lies within mutual allegiance.

In this world of substantive reality,
Lucidity and sovereignty are the scarcity.
Here, inquisition is disparaged.
Here, I am
Deplorable.
Forsaken.
Intangible.


Details | Free verse | |

Diplomacy

Man had their humanity robbed by greed, 
to own a fortune to live rich,
To have oneself idled by other men like a king, 
to rule over the hapless and the ill,
Know ye that greed had caused, 
much suffering and much pain,
Hath sent to the ditches the poor, 
hath sent to the gallows the rebellious,
In power they quell only because they can, 
to not rust in rule,
For rust corrupts the blade, 
what fancy would man take into it if it weren’t striking?
Procuring the voices of men is key, 
the voices are key in this diplomacy,
Hence to put an act ere the voting, 
is a necessity if not common practice,
Winning bestows one with power, 
power allows one to do as one desireth,
Imposing rules others have to adhere to, 
that may or mayn’t their hearts stir,
Diplomacy tho’ is more a boon than a bane, 
to a kingdom for at the end of every term,
The people shall decide, 
if a name should in power remain,
Or if should another in their place rule, 
with the many lieth the power of choice,
With power cometh responsibility, 
with responsibility cometh ownership, 
Not to blame the ruler if the ruler, 
not proper in rule,
But to blame one’s self, 
for granting the ruler the right to rule.

Written by Sunil Rao.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Loss

If I’m not hired this time,
Like I’ve always said,
“It’s your loss.”
Jesus died,
For the problems,
You have with me,
Being employed by you,
At the cross.

All forms of sin
That causes Satan
To win,
Jesus was given,
A royal beat down for ,
About 2,000 years ago.

Now you been
Giving another
One of God’s children
A royal beat down
For something 
That’s already 
Been paid for.

My position you stole
Because you chose 
To be a loss soul
God will take it
From you.
He did it long
Ago.
When He sent
His son to die
For you and me
At Calvary.

I’ll say to you
This time
Like I’ve always
Said “it’s your
Loss.” Jesus
Died for the,
 Problems you have,
With me being
Employed by you,
At the cross.


Details | Lyric | |

Caveman

Educated fools make rules that tell you and I what we should or should not do
Rules needed to continue to burry you under the edification of demons
To resurrect menus of abuse from a time of misuse
Just like Stalin and his socialistic science
A super human I mean ape is behind this
The majority wants to blind us letting us use our own binders
Manufacturing an army of one kinders
They say we are weak so they play finders keepers
Leaving man kind to turn into sheepish weepers
Destined to be believers
Enlightenment is no longer enticing us
Instead we just role the dice and cuss
Cause we are man made erected in a cave
Just born yesterday
An ancestral clock ticking no body feels the licking they are getting from there master
No more disaster no more devastation the majority stands on the sidelines awaiting
Blackened lips shoot out spit and all ears perk up to hear
Clear illumination shown in high definition
Wasting a generation still not raping but taking yes taking the tasty suckle youth
Not asking to write this new dictionary of hope
Im not a dignitary but I hold up my post
Not to boast shout outs closed
Putting on my cloak of quotes for awhile
If we off then we off lets go off in style


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Monroe

I hate this place.
Man, I have to go.
I hate the racism.
I hate the haterism.
I hate not being heard.
I hate Monroe.
Man, I hate the word.

I hate this place.
And that’s a fact.
Once I leave here
I will never look back.


written Summer 2004


Details | Rhyme | |

For Everything There Is A Season And A Divine Reason

There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



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FADED DRAPES

Faded Drapes
Cindy those old deceiving clothes which you 
claimed your mother insisted you wear were
nothing but a homeless person's clothing but
could have been faded drapes which might have
been improved with grape stains

You looked wonderful in newer clothes but more
specifically in the newer clothing which I picked
out for and gave to you but I was the observant one;
the one who was not only right for you but also right
about you

  Why you obediently wore those ugly drapes before
we met and toward the end of our rightful friendship
is beyond understanding which is equally true about
why you ran away and continue to evade me- if I ever
see you again it just might be in some old faded drapes


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Tarnished Stone

Land of lost opportunity
Gone before we ever earn
What else are we to give
When do higher ups learn
We all give ample shares
Making our country great
Losing too many soldiers
Destroying to feel safer
Politicians out-of-touch
They may as well forsake


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We Are Trading God's Laws With Our Own Laws


Too often, our country embraces
 an ungodly cause.
And end up passing a “new” set of laws.

As God’s holy truth is being abandoned.
We come up with another law, at random!

What once were our laws for many years.
Are being removed… With little tears.

As more people “indulge” in ungodly things.
The wrath of God, is what this brings!

What’s pure and holy, seems not to be relevant.
More ungodly sets of laws are clearly evident!

The past foundations are now being destroyed.
So this new “freedom” can be “enjoyed.”

This country is being destroyed from within.
By the new “tolerance” of so much sin!

We can try to pretend that we’re “wise.”
But in the end, we’ll find it’s all LIES!

As the relevance of God, seems to disappear.
His judgment draws ever so near!

I’m going to live for God,
 in the “old fashioned” way!
And will live by what his
 words have to say!

God was here! Before any of us existed!
Let’s not get his truth  
“confused” or “twisted!”

By Jim Pemberton


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As the Poor Man Crossed the Street to the Money Tree

          The poor man crossing
Got hit by a long limo.
                    "So close," said the tree.


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Desert Delegate Hunt

Desert Delegate Hunt

Caucus numbers poor for Rick Santorum
Hopes next week will be a better forum.

Disappointing evening for Doctor Paul
Perhaps in Maine he’ll make a larger haul.

No crowds, just the press for angry grandpa Newt
Believes March will be better, needs some loot.

The desert granted a large win to Mitt
But in spite of victory, still not a hit.


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WE CAN STILL DREAM

WE CAN STILL DREAM	



                     

  “In a world where the stakes are higher”
  We can still dream of living a calm existence
and know that when it comes time to say farewell
we can grin and take our memories with us to 
where there is a heavenly paradise waiting for us 
where there are no risks but love and all are similar
accepted and included.

 So, in a world where the stakes are higher  
 why can’t every person be susceptible to compromise
 in all regards and never prompt others to dislike them
 nor for that matter turn around and despise those who
 they caused to hate them?

  Why can’t relations be had with out any kind of meddling 
  With out ruse and even with out duplicity of any kind
  especially if one person has a child who needs more than 
  an training and actually needs aid which a lone parent
  might never be able to give? - for that matter why can’t 
  we all trust each other despite the conviction that some  
  citizens of this planet are not as honest as the rest of 
  us? – We can still fantasize, but why is that all we can 
  do?


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IS IT ALL RIGHT MR PRESIDENT

He puffs his cigar
As he licks her lips 
Off its tip

He takes the cigar band 
And puts it on her ring finger 
And makes it all right


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Are We Discriminating Against God


We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; “discrimination.” In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.” And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.” We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we’ve “kicked “ him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, “In God we trust...” Our money bears it! Anything of God? We’re afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It’s time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we’re beginning to be! A country that’s foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope, that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton


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You'd Think Living For God Is A Bad Thing


You’d Think Living For God Is A “Bad thing.”

You’d think living for God is a “bad thing.”
Many have tried to remove him from everything!

As millions of lives are on drugs, sex and dope.
It’s no wonder why many have given up hope!

Just when we need God the most...  He’s cast out!
We’re discovering what a 
“Godless society” is all about!

Who are you  going to turn to when you need help the most?
Are you serving the true God? 
 Or chasing a “ghost?”

I don’t care how many courts say he does not belong.
His words are truth.  They’re powerful and STRONG!

He brings help and healing in his arms divine.
He’s still the same God thru the passing of time!

Behold the Glory of the Lord and his righteousness!
It’s only in him that America find true happiness!

Jesus is coming soon in his glory and splendor.
He wants for you to be with him now and forever!

Whatever people say…  God does love you!
He is here right now and wants to be with you!

God...  Not the government is your true supply.
He is Jehovah...  He is El Shaddai!

Won’t you come to him and 
make him your friend?
You’ll find true hope and 
an atonement for sin!

By Jim Pemberton


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Hail To Chile

Not 
Only
A
Poet
A
Diplomat
 A
Political 
Figure
But
Also
A
Nobel
Prize
Winner
For
His
Literature
Ladies
And
Gentlemen
Let's 
Give
A
Big
Applause
For
Mr
Pablo
Neruda


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Stuck in the Middle

There is no prayer for the Middle Class The American Dream we no longer see We can not get the help to meet our needs the Middle Class Soon we will be extinct...


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Rant # 247

Patience is slightly eroded
and I have been goaded
into a rant.
Ooooh I can't
stop myself.
Arrogant Children of frontal lobe disconnect
cannot feel past your intellect
thanks for saving you our water?
While you lead to the slaughter
the men and women of ancient rite
test your might
on the unfree world
logic unfurled
in doublethink mentality
erasing the totality
of existence.
Your ignorant insistence
that your way is right and smart
build another sweat shop wallmart
while the ceo's of lockheed
have a pressing need
to piss themselves.
Missile shelves
go off with streetbomb precision
and every decision
is money making for someone high
on the hog. Why
do we so blindly go along
when we know, it is so very wrong.
I cannot watch the news without being aware
and it hurts so much to care
Georgies state inundate
Come on in the waters great!
Little warm for this time 'o year
never mind, have a beer
Global warming ain't real
but these hurricanes have a nasty feel
Loose the eagle from it's tether
must be terrorist affecting the weather
whether or not there is proof
time for another spoof
give the impression
that there is no recession
and the millions of homeless are just lazy
things can get a little hazy
unless you tell us what to think
the new world order really does stink.
Ya, take our water
and use our kids for cannon fodder.
I'm done with that reality spewed
Time for this Earth to be renewed.


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Signed Sealed And Delivered

<                                        It's not my fault
                                          The world is made from different cults
                                          Economic woes
                                          Politicians saying no


                                          I'm not to blame
                                          When they represent us in such shame
                                          It's a capitol crime
                                          Like this rhythm and rhyme


                                          You have no proof
                                          That we're the ones that goofed
                                          We abide each law that been laid
                                          And to find out we've been played  


                                          I will show no shame
                                          And point at the ones to blame
                                          Get your acts together
                                          Sign bills with your quilled feathers  






Entry For 
Paula Swenson's
Four Sentences
GL All                           


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The Power of You

Human nature the epitome of despair
Ask around, does anybody care?

The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance
Historically falling into the same traps by chance

Prove a point by looking the other way
Or step-up and change today

The problem with living in this Democracy?
We can’t see the walls when we assume we’re free

When simple ideas are fed with simple lies
The power overwhelms the opposition’s cries

We live to love
Some obsessed with the power above

The power of faith can blind
Sometimes true answers are harder to find

Criticism is an instinct
Try to slow down and think

The ideal for you 
Can’t always be true

The world can’t change overnight
But we’ll never know if we never try


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I Must Write

I woke up one morning with a pen by the head rest -
Then write down my dreams while I'm smelling the breakfast -
My brother Jibri is up setting his headset -
My mother yelling down the stairs, "hey have you left yet?" -
I go back to the room and pick up my notepad -
And close that page where I wrote about my broke dad -
It was a poem after that page 4 raps -
Got 60 sheets left in 10 days won't hold smack -
Everyday I write I couldn't in the past -
Back then the master would've put a woopin' on my back  -
Cooking up a rap driving while I'm looking through this glass -
When I do my track I have to put them on the map -
And so I live like tomorrow's my dying day -
I know if I succeed mirrors holding my crying face -
I must write and put my life on a line a day -
And if I have no pens I'll write in blood, I'll find a way -

I need to write about Martin Luther King's dreams -
Born prophet turned preacher teaching real things -
I need to write about the Black Panther Party -
And what that black glove meant and how it got started -
I need to write about how valuable hip hop is -
No matter if I die right now it's not stopping -
I need to write about my life and my hard times -
Scarred minds will soon see the light, provail from hard grinding -
I must write about Bush and the government -
And how these soldiers are dying and these weapons aren't discovered -
I need a pen so I can write about my lover -
And how she's my best friend and how much I love her -
I wanna write about women and more -
But I know I won't see it at the end of the road -
I need a deal but I won't write about that -
And when I'm done I'll recite and come back, and write again -


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Nine Hundred Eighty Three

983 pounds of blackbirds fell down from the sky.
Was this an end times sign or just a catastrophe?
I think it was part of mans destructive history.
You at least must agree; this would make a big pie.

Some say it was lightening strikes and fireworks.
Who are these some that speak upon this?
Why would they make such a ludicrous miss?
Do they really expect us to believe, what jerks?

So-called experts say birds followed leader to suicide.
What kind of fools do they make us out to be?
These charlatans are supposed to be brilliant, you see.
Now they should readjust thoughts, as they go and hide.

Many will say it’s a sign; end of times coming soon.
Though I say Gods, signs will be more massive.
There will be no doubt; he will not be passive.
Majestic and overwhelming signs will make us swoon.

They have no definite answer to give to us all.
Why do they give us such ridiculous responses?
Maybe they are afraid of truth of their analysis.
They would rather let ourselves; forget the birds fall.


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Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


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When The Bell Tolls

Every beginning must have an end 
And to every ending a beginning again 
As we blithely go through life, never knowing 
Racing against a clock that is never slowing 
Wake to another day, everything out of focus
Spend all your money till you die
Sick of being sick, tired of being tired 
Used all my strength trying to be strong 
All of this just to keep going on?   

I can see a storm bubbling up from the sea 
Coming closer with every passing day 
Stranded, hopelessly a drift in a land of waste, stupidity, ignorance
For the masses it is easier to plead the fifth
I don’t want to believe that life is only filled with misery 
But I can’t turn my head away from the everyday tragedies
I would sooner die knowing the brutal truth of reality than, plead the fifth because an ignorant life provides more bliss 
The cuts we inflict on the world fester and ooze like open sores, scars cover the plateaus 
The smell of morals rotting under the weight of apathy 
The deafening thunder of hypocrisy… I mean democracy 
It’s killing me, poisoning the best of me
On the inside the darkest reaches of my soul are riddled with self doubt 
I call out for help only to have my cries fall on deaf ears and mute mouths  
My finger on the trigger
No solution…determination turned into humiliation, incarceration, no substation, only drug infusion, 
Leading to one certain conclusion; once and for all end this vicious circle of what I once called life
I’ll finish what I never was given the chance to start because everything just kept falling apart 
Pull the trigger and free my soul…
…When the-bell tolls    


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Let Us Not Be Vague

I 'll get straight to the point,
I won't be vague,
They try the worst of criminals at the Hague,
For crimes against humanity,
Murder,torture,ethnic cleansing, but three.
But my question is, " why are there not more,
Crimes against humanity the bad should answer for?"
Because there are in this world,suited bad men, the worst,
Who have created all of the investment bubbles,
Which they then for their own gain burst,
To create most of the economic troubles,
That the world is fighting hard to put right,
Yet these same scumbags plot each day and night,
To blow up the bubble of their latest scam,
With the controlled acquiescence of good old Uncle Sam.
How come they are not in the dock in the Hague?
Or is this a question for politicians, too vague?

Tom Higgins 03/08/2012


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For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


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There Shall Come A Great Tribulation

There Shall Come A Great Tribulation!

You’ll find In the Bible... 
In the book of Revelation.
One day... There shall come
 a great tribulation.

There shall be famine and war 
this world has never seen.
"Satan's fury" being poured 
out upon everything.

The Antichrist will appear 
as "the world leader."
"The man with all of the answers."  
"A great world healer."

People won't be able to buy or sell
 without a mark on their hand.
While corruption and wickedness 
prevails throughout the land.

Our only hope and answer during 
much chaos and anxiety.
Is Jesus.  In HIM we can 
have life abundantly!

This world shall one day 
perish and pass away.
 God's truth and his word are here to stay!

Come to Jesus now... 
He invites you to come.
Accept the gift of eternal life 
from God's precious son!

He's our only hope in this
 world which we live.
He is so patient and kind... 
willing to forgive.

Will your name be in God's 
book of life someday?
Are you ready to meet him on judgment day.

This world... or Jesus... the choice
 by you must be made.
The price for your soul... 
on Calvary... has been paid!

By Jim Pemberton


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Variety of Wisdom

They set aside views sometimes avoiding conflict real.
Voicing their concerns to no-one that matters truly,
Ones that stir the pot, while time is what they steal,
These voices in shadows sustain all that’s unruly.
Riding the severity, ripping others minds cruelly.
They have no servitude, just societies recklessness.
Hidden behind the true wealth, fading unduly,
They do not fight for reality, existing in weakness.

Those who ultimately rise for all have great consciousness.
These are the thinkers, poets, philosopher’s existing free.
Each of these set aside and speaks driving from darkness.
Creativity from mind, allows them to speak, others to see.
Humankind has vast distinct differences, of what is freedom.
Unfortunately very few times, do rulers have true wisdom?


Written for

Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta 
Contest Name The Spenserian Sonnet 


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


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Silence this

“Hence when did thy breasts hate to feed me?
Hence then haven’t they heaved to need me?
Oh Mother! Why art thou so silent?

Those bombs and those ammos from the machine guns, they bother me no more.
They sound like a lullaby to me.
Wasn’t it you who reassured me that ‘this is life’ even before I was born?
Now why do you still lie?

I heard Papa’s plea to let you go before they shot that merciless bullet into his head.
I saw it Ma, I saw it all...
ripped, stripped and writhing in pain,
I heard your final beg to let me go.
I cried then Ma, I cried aloud, I cried my best with all I could; 
thought that hearing me cry they would let you go.
They never stopped and choked I lay.

My eyes still won’t open full and I only see darkness around.
Tears mixed with trickling blood have dried 
and my voice too fragile to rise above the noise outside me.
Oh Mom! Why don’t you shout for me now?
Was it wrong that I was born to thee?!

Why have they taken it all even before I can understand 
in a life time or more what war and hatred is all for?
Tell me Mom, tell me now from up above
Why won’t a bullet silence me too?”

Note: This is a poem that I wrote disturbed by what I saw while visiting a war zone 
in an island nation...


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Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


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Politics and Ice Cream

Start to talk Obamacare
With a perfect stranger,
And you never know if you’ll
Hit pay dirt or find danger.

Politics is tricky stuff
So maybe your rapport
With someone you just met today
While at the Jersey shore,

Could turn out to be based upon
Agreement on one thing;
But even if it was,
A little pleasure it did bring.

A sunny day, an ice cream cone,
Good friends and to the mix,
Toss in an unknown person
Willing to talk politics…

And what you get is just a smidge
Of life as lived each day
In towns both big and tiny
All across the U.S.A.


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Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be

Look all around, what do we all see The world seen so young is it what we believed it to be For this is a world that grows with mans time It's now a ticking clock with destruction it's chime It beggars belief that it's so full of hate If it exists will we ever reach heavens gate So many people in power determine our tomorrows They lie when they get there, growing rich from our sorrows Citizens who are ailing have to pay for their care Whilst the vultures in high towers, just look down and stare Children in pyjama's fight endless needless wars What in the hell are we fighting them for Gun culture and drugs, knife crime seems the passion Our kids our future, it's now their neighbourhood fashion The more our borders we keep open, it dilutes what we share Many queue's we will stand in, in gape open stare The answers are out there if they just open their eyes And if they achieve it, well then this is their prize We need much more than the thoughts from our hearts If anyone is out there, help us humans restart Everyday I look around, and from what I see Hell ain't a bad place to be http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-12.php


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Trendy Extortions

A floundering economy has given way to ingeniuos ideas
on how to make a buck,

Extortion rings are springing up all over the place taking control
of fortunes in clever ways,

Blackmail and accusations have become trendy ploys to bring down the ole boys' 
network, leaving powerful men looking like uncouth jerks,

Many will pay top dollar for the lewd and crude accusations to go away,

giving vultures the clearance to have a "field day".


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Hypocrites

Sunshine, clear visibility...
Youthful noon spies bridal eve
Naive groom lost in solemn dreams of knots
Leaving much still to the eagle's eye
And when the sun resumed, the bride was lost

Cloud cover, fair visibility....
I heard of the brighter days
When warriors pant less
A cup of coffee, and war is never ending
But I met the fogs, so thick
The closer.....we lost guard and sight
The fogs knocked our doors gently
Fear made no man squeaked
They tore the doors down with daggers
Amid sobs of agony and indifferent tweets
They brought iron doors on our wooden frames
And left with the keys

Clear visibility, cold, windy......
The rain has gone
Now our plants suffers cold
Our streets are flooded
Now we sobberlessly sob
Chanting cynical panegyrics to the innocent sky
The Sky that washed our hopes
Heaven that raped us back to square one
The priest has spoken - 'peace is cheap'
'but our very clan is the cost of our future'
We all are gonna die


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Conflict

End the conflict now
Be not afraid to hear it
Let it fall softly

Listen to the wound
Allow the healing to begin
You do not know it

The reality
Eludes even the wise ones
Striving for freedom

You cannot trust that
Your influence can be heard
Worlds are so varied

Breathing the same air
How can we tune out our pain 
Finding our own peace?


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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10


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When One Sits on the Moor

When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place Where the Clans of the Tartan lay in deathly deface On many a night through the following years Families would gather, and continue their tears If you listen carefully you can still hear their screams Run through so young ending their freedom of dreams When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place Where a proud nation fell, nearly disappearing without trace On many a night through the following years From every nook and cranny we would rise again without fear If you listen carefully you can still hear their screams We are now a nation so proud, their tears to esteem http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php


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What Difference

Why is it we think one race or color is different at all.
Have we not seen evil and good in every facet of life?
Anyone know of any color of man or woman ever,
Tracing back in time, all have had devils and saints.

Do not propagate lies and distort one another’s difference.
I have been guilty of judging whole races just like others.
Forgetting, not all persons of one race ever feel the same.
Forgetting rulers have always made decisions for them.
Each one maybe wrong or maybe right, only time tells.
Rulers always set the tone of any fight or war conceived.
Elected freely or by overthrow, they decide the start.
Now you ask the questions of African nature as set.
Criticize I cannot do, since my statements above are true.
Every human upon this earth even Africans; have both clues.


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


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Freedoms Not Allowed

Not allowed to chew gum anymore,
What will be next, not able to open door?
This may seem frivolous.
Will be advantageous,
To profiteer, he will know the score. 


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Who Won Maine

Who Won (rigged) Maine?
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Saturday Maine voters took a poll
Romney won, but Paul camp claims he stole
One Paul leaning caucus, cancelled for snow
Helping Romney move on with MoJo.

When final votes tallied, Paul may win
But by then there’s no victory to spin
The liberty cause is disappointed 
Romney hopes he appears anointed.

But the real story is Santorum
Who did not compete in this forum
Who without even spending a cent
Of the raw vote got eighteen percent.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Pete Seeger Huddie Leadbelly Ledbetter and Woody Guthrie

For Pete Seeger, Huddie ‘Leadbelly’ Ledbetter and Woody Guthrie


it was a long time ago
when you put your words into song

'this machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender' you scribbled on your old guitar

and you wielded that banjo & guitar as weapons, 

fiddling out a hail of truth

of solidarity

of angry, vehement calls for peace

you said of Leadbelly, that that Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man

you sang and spoke through dust clouds and relief lines

you taught us all, to seek out hope wherever we can

and when they tried to call all of you goddamned reds

you sang on ever louder and louder, rattlin' their prejudices as they slept in their plush beds

you rode and you rambled and thumbed your way around

the land that is my land and your land too

for you believed all this earth was shared common ground

and when you sang of overcoming one day

the injustice and pain that you witnessed along the way

they further branded you a commie, a pinko or a nigger-lover or a jew-lover, or an enemy of the state

while your banjo and your guitars continued to surround their blind hate

'this machine kills fascists' you etched on that guitar as well

but they were all deaf, for they could not hear the tolling of the bell

'the bell of freedom

the hammer of justice

the song of love between your brothers and your sisters'

and they knew not that they were the ones who would sizzle in their own bigoted hell

and then came the marches and you were there too

with dr. king in Birmingham and Selma, and you faced their spit, their venomous rage, their clubs and sticks and knives, but you always knew

that your cause was just and that the truth must one day prevail

however long it may take, you never gave up, you sang and you marched and you strummed yourselves, victoriously, into their jail

and then they shot him, they shot Dr. King dead, as they burnt and lynched many more

yet you stood firm, you never wavered, your blood was red after all, and they could not tarnish the truth's core

and so it came to pass, that woody went on his way, to his pastures of plenty up in the sky

and Huddie too, said his last and final goodbye

and you were then one, and you may have felt alone and overwhelmed, by the battles and with all that was wrong

but then you saw that the people were with you 

as they had been, all along

and so you continued to fiddle with that old banjo

dragging it through Newport and Calcutta and Dar-es-Salaam

and through countless unknown halls in numberless unknown towns

across this earth, turning, slowly, putting smiles of togetherness, on faces that were once pock-marked with disillusioned frowns
so...
today as I jot down these poorly scribbled words for all of you
for Woody, Huddie, and Pete
I do so in gratitude, for after all the travails that you've been through
I know that you know that this world still has its fair share of hate, and of loss and of injustice and of gloom
but I also know that you know that though all the old flowers may have gone
there always will be, as there always must be,

a fresh flower somewhere, that will quietly bloom.


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The Mighty Mighty Nation



The Mighty Mighty Nation

I know, Look at her beauty
dwelling among those who love
life itself her radiant beauty
her patience, wisdom, and faith
bind strong the family of God
for she is the love of God
and she lives within his children

and did I hear one say
that we'll travel all things someday
things mighty and the very small
planets and mountains that stretch into the universe
mighty mighty and tall
and for all the places that we will travel and go
we will respect the homes to be given us
by the God of hosts
and learn to watch our tongues, our eyes, and our nose
and to keep the royal laws
and plant seeds for his majesty to water where he will
that his love will find new ground in which to grow
never ending life, power, and wonder
and don't you ever wonder and don't you know
that many of our lives are as living books
in the great library of the one who already knows
so let us all write our stories
unto the glory of his throne


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Kill Your Enemies

Defending my life against your enemies.
The ones that will tear my flesh from bone.
The ones that will put steel through the air.
Raining down as we sleep, get to the bunker.
All the weight from the gear and the ammo.
Weighing me down, boots to the ground.
The one that will cut through my throat.
While his buddy enjoys a few smokes.
Fighting my sleep and fighting fatigue,
Because I am defending my life against your enemies. 
Killing your enemies with the guns you provide.
Bombarding the ones with bombs you provide.
Tracking them down with satellites high in the sky.
They would do the same to us with the guns you provide.
Bombard our convoys with the bombs you provide.
Shoot us the hell up with ammo you provide.
Still Im killing your enemies with the guns you provide.
Now Im all alone with the nightmares you gave me.  
I fought for my country now it cannot save me.  
I am not bitter because they did always pay me.  
You and your enemies are like thorns in my ass.  
Because I judge my day on how much bloods in the grass.  
Blood which makes the green grass grow, 
Blood that’s dripping from my hands.  
Killing the ones who will kill me.  
Killing the ones who will kill me for you. 


Details | Free verse | |

Give Peace a Chance

im tired of waiting
we cant do it alone
no not on our own
their thrills
so violent
they're killing 
burning 
everything in sight
you sit and wait
do you think its alright?
its bringing the world to its knees
but what can we do
if were not doing anything?
violence doesn't wait
peace can do great
great things
just give it a chance
if it doesn't work 
then you can go back to...
hurt





Details | I do not know? | |

Blank Page Beautiful Thing Corrupted by Penned Thoughts

Ponder life lost. Ponder gain tossed away as stranger unwelcomed news disturbs slumber. Ponder hope dropped at final moment. Ponder sweet steam rise from tinted windows wild festival in back seat. Ponder terrifying dreams. Ponder surroundings on fire constantly, with slight glance brings pain in witness. Ponder existence. Ponder daily routines twisted by scriptures written thousands of years ago. Ponder emotions unholy shifted focus from where need be to assumed failed relationship. Ponder proved wrong. Ponder second hit radiates pure bliss but little more than illusion that fades. Ponder escape turmoil, trip taken in relapse felt fallen during slacked era. Ponder collapse of great empire. Ponder tomb empty yet awaits next. Ponder open casket sits within sacrifice in sacrilegious manner. Ponder mansion in future to be forgotten by time arrive. Ponder love of shadow. Ponder whisper disappear. Ponder other miserable forever after please. Ponder allow release, captured cabin brought to knees. Ponder open soul yet to be regarded as nuts and dismissed quick damaging. Ponder state of the union not in perpetual conflict. Ponder nations together rather than disruptive to each other. Ponder mother’s thoughts clouded now unable to access. Ponder sunset near she. Ponder dawn still in heat. Ponder lust shut in sinful woe wonderful. Ponder what could be. Ponder past. Ponder pleasure, had however never cause withheld try. Ponder trust eyes. Ponder difficulties arise when tongue tied. Ponder silence.


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Have They

Every second I breathe,
Another innocent life is taken,
Due to their selfishness and greed,
Have they ever seen?
Ever lived the life of an Iraqi, Palestinian or Libyan?
Ever watched their mother, father or brother?
Been tortured or killed,
Refusing to surrender?
Surrender to what?
Your laws and pathetic ways,
They would die for their faith.

Have they ever had to drink contaminated water? 
Beg for shelter?
Have they ever had to cry themselves to sleep at night?
Wishing for someone to hold them tight?
All they wish for is a democracy,
A peaceful life,
Where there is no war,
Only unity.

NO they haven’t,
‘cause they have everything they desire,
All the expensive things they want in life,
From fancy cars,
To mansions,
They have everything to take them higher.

But, we won’t give up,
We still have something they don’t have,
And they can never take it away from us,
And that is our faith;
At the end of the day,
Our faith is everything,
Our support,
Our one reason to keep fighting,
Because one day we will get there,
We will be shining!


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911

    Morning broke clearly over the earth,
    loving hugs and kisses amid the "Business as Usual" atmosphere.
    The quiet hand of God raising another beautiful day,
    As the anxious hand of the assassin prepared to deliver his blow.


    Thousands set their life course on the wave of human endeavor,
    man's handiwork beckoning to them .
    The gleaming towers embraced this fold,
    Just as the beast pounced on the innocent.
 

    Those first ripples of fear,
    Gained momentum as a tide...
    Crashed down upon the breakwater of our hearts,
    Carrying with it the memories of friends and loved ones.


     The hatred of freedom and peace,
     Raised its ugly head only to see the devastation.
     Hiding now in the land of once enlightened men,
     Knowing its life worthless in the company of civilized society.


     As for those who remain and remember the innocent,
     The pain will still linger for a while.
     For loved ones gone in an instant of madness,
     The prayers of a tearful nation are raised to heaven.


     The anger of these deep emotions,
     Must be tempered by the forgiveness of the heart.
     Justice will prevail one day,
     If not soon, then in the righteous time of the Almighty Creator.


     Until that time comes...
     VIGILANCE is the watchword.
     DETERMINED RESOLVE is the promise,
     With FAITH that tomorrow, the quiet hand of God will raise another 
     Beautiful day.


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Moral philosophy

From the Freedom Tower located nearby,
To the sparkling stars beneath the sky,
A new, moral philosophy rises,
Intricate to be envisioned at naked eyes.

I just hope that you already had a clue.
No matter the aspect of life you get into,
Unless, of course, money has no value,
The truth is believed not to be fully true.

Indeed, justice should be evenly distributed.
Like the Citadelle Laferriere, it is exploited.
It is as famous as the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
But, its survivors remain wealthy and callous.

Sophisticated Weapons are conveying humanity.
Day and night have a common affinity,
Strenuous activities require almost no sleep
Which is apparently no longer in need.

To be elected to preserve the future of a nation,
A man is struggling to prove himself an asset.
However, as his dream reached its destination,
He ignores that his promises were a huge debt!


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God Bless America

Gracious thought has been dropped from human inhabitants.
Our hearts have become cold and distant to almost everything.
Deference has no meaning for us or any other human.

Before we can carry onward, we must remember the beginning.
Lessons remembered are the key to our future roads to travel.
Every soul must search inward to see where we are headed.
Success is truly wonderful and we have fulfilled our winning.
Success without faith is gone, and the road less traveled tortures.

America has blessed each one of us from the beginning in faith.
Mercy is upon our leaders, for they have lost the true reality.
Erasing their hearts and minds of the reality, united we stand.
Refuse greed mongers of their desires, replacing with honesty.
Individuality of the representatives was our ancestor’s goal.
Call out God Bless America in truth, faith, freedom, to all.
Anything less will be the end of whatever time we have left.


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Don't let our futures turn to sorrow

Another head hangs low, Open up your eyes, Nothing left to show, In for a surprise. Brainwash subliminal, Far too criminal, What to do when it all goes bang? Safe to say the fat lady sang. Free peoples unite, The time has come to fight, World leaders in cahoots, Lost meanings of salutes. Boiling in to a revolution, Seems to me the only solution. Creative arts lost their purpose, Look far beneath the surface. People flocking to normality, What happened to individuality? Freedom to think doth still remain, Ability to question we must retain. Lessons of the past slowly erased, Rights and freedoms slowly defaced. Today is only the past of tomorrow, Don't let our futures turn to sorrow.


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In An Ideal Society

In an ideal society,
folks wouldn't smoke,
Youngsters would not indulge
in coke, and there wouldn't be
people who were gay,
but, in the real world
it is not that way,
and although many may think
that being gay is sinning,
Wouldn't it be better if
they legalized their feelings,
There would be less diseases
and promiscuity,
Living a close to "normal" life
creates sanctity,
God loves them despite their
preferences,
Who are ordinary folks to treat
them with indifferences.......?


Details | Free verse | |

walk with me

walk with me through my suffering

come visit for a day a place where

fear permeates the soul

and torment rules the day

come visit with me for a day

hopeless despair

as status quo

allows fiction to be reality

and reality to be fiction

come walk with me now

walk with me now because

this walk may open your eyes

and be your salvation.


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sponge is squeezed

Sponge Is being squeezed

Blood is pouring out

Tears are pouring out

And

Love is pouring out

Creating love river

Undeniable

Maker of oneness

Weaving through nooks and crannies

Of souls of people

And nations.


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Are You Offended By God

It seems like there’s many people becoming “defensive.” As anything of God, is seemingly being “offensive.” People can peddle their smut and filth around. But a cross or nativity? They must come down! People can watch acts of fornication on their t.v. But, talking about God? “Why that’s offensive to me!” People often talk about their constitutional “rights.” Perhaps someone upstairs “turned out the lights!” Its amazing how money is spent getting God “removed.” What is it exactly that people are trying to prove? What’s next? Taking “in God we trust,” off our money? It could happen very soon! I’m not trying to be funny! Think about what’s happening and taking place! We’re told that we can’t pray in public? Or say grace? This whole country is being turned “upside down.” Our very foundations are being “tossed around!” In what’s being pursued as “political correctness…” Has left in many lives… A total weakness! God is being replaced what is “socially appealing.” Much of what’s in our society has no real meaning! A person can marry anyone they want, or smoke pot.. But what the truth of God’s word, can’t be taught? It’s time that we come to God, and totally repent! Before another wasted day we have spent! Sooner or later, God’s judgment will come out! Our lives need to be changed, and cleansed throughout! Jesus is the answer! Our only hope of salvation! We need him now! All across this great nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Bipolar Nations

Sitting in front of you
Cameras dazing right at me
Sometimes this seems more like a fantasy
Than a brutal reality

Many think we haven't grown
What could I say for them to believe
There's the option of repeating the same crap
It'd be historical if there was altering idea I conceived

They wouldn't like it
I'd get all sorts of resistance
They don't like changes
Nothing from everyday life that's not consistent

So when I open my mouth,
And talk to the light
I'll ask the people of this world
If bipolar nations can establish a path for a future that's right


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To Rise or Fall



The rise and fall of my chest

The rise and fall of nations

To rise or fall is our test

This is my contemplation


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Are We Ruling God Himself to Be UNCONSTITUTIONAL


 


   


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Hot Air Rising

128 British dead
And 2 more on the way.

How many 'enemies'
have been filled with British lead?

Who are:
The Rebels?
The Freedom Fighters?
The Allies?
The Beasts?

Whose bullets and bombs are better,
What blood spilled more belovéd?
Which tears are more treasured,
When they all flow for loss.

You tell me

Could you decide the value of a death,
Or does the T.V do your talking?
Would you like to take the test of faith
And walk into your house disgraced
By soldiers filled with obstinate hate
For you who just chose to live?

You tell me

Is it fair to point the finger
When there's three pointing at you.
And you don't even care to think
About the lives of others on the brink.
The piling bodies, their putrid stink
Lingering, waiting for the winds of change,
But there's only the breeze of bullets
When the streets become a firing range.

Now you tell me


Is it just me, or are you able to see
The hot air rising too.

10/7/2009


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Futility

I saw a man die today 
I fired the bullet on my goverments say 
I didnt know him and he didnt know me 
But this i must do to set this land free 
Ive got a family back home i wish i was there 
I dont want to be here its for them that i care 
But i have no choice as im a soldier at war 
Sent in by the politicians to settle up the score 
When will westminister stop the sanction of murdering our sons 
Because its them higher say we must as i reload my guns 
Its such a waste such utter futility 
This wont stop the bloodshed and hostility 
I saw a man die today  
I pulled the trigger because he had to pay


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A Question Of Morality

Surprise! Surprise!
 Another banker lies.
The people he robs
Of their wealth and jobs,
Are left to wonder, 
to ask how they,
Have to, for years, 
To continue to pay,
Whilst the high placed
Thieves walk away,
With the fruits of their 
Deception and theft.
What does this tell 
us about our world?

Is there any morality left?


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Delegate math

Delegate Math

Mitt won the homeland and the state nearby
Cashed in Ohio knowing twas do or die
But he could not manage a knock out punch
So Tuesday did not ruin any body’s lunch.

Newt worked main street and picked a Georgia peach
It tasted good but to Tampa will not reach
Hopes Alabama tide will roll his way
Promises he is in the race to stay.

In Virginia Paul had Mitt to himself
Can’t put this contrarian on the shelf
He will march on in libertarian style
Take his stance in the convention aisle. 

Rick now loves the Tennessee volunteers
Surprise win in North Dakota brought cheers
Oklahoma was a star in the southwest
Cowboy boots look nice with his sweater vest.

So the party will not be over soon
It will continue till Utah in June
In meantime we will do delegate math
And seek not to spew each other with wrath.


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surreal lovesong

Take away painsong

Let hate be planter of lovesong

Walking down hazy surreal corridors of blue sublime

I let destiny’s hand

Guide my heart.


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Empires of War

Empires rise,
Legions fall.
Men and women live through it all.
Empires fall,
Legions cross the sea.
Families with men they never again will see.
Empires no more,
Legions disappear.
War is done and people no longer live in fear.


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The Day The World Cried Wolf

Behold the new enslavement scheme
Some people would compare it to a nightmarish dream

They have taken our diginity in this great State
Make me beg and despise my own country with hate

Taxes in existence is a bold trait
To tell us we have to have a cut or decrease is just another political debate

Somebody once said nobody in America should be poor
But how is that justified when we ship all of our benefits across shore

I have yet to awaken my fellow brethern
Too busy laboring like dogs to seek retirement

Children are so flawed with cell phones; they make great communication tools
But how many of these said kids believe in not posting childish antics on fb in school

The government has takes our momentum and used it against us
Oh no ! I've said to much ..... now they want me to hush
  
I scream and mourn what we have lost in the last 15 years
Jobs, housing , education , diginity for mankind, watch lady liberty get brought to tears

Im tired of being militant  trying to wake people in this naive country up
The day you all stop dreaming will be soon with any luck.


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Computational people

People in the history
Make a different story
People in the country
They are called mystery

A gradual change happened
Living beings of not pulsated 
Life is a struggle of extended
Without stick of blind folded

Having captured a snapshot a profile
Perambulate like aimless animal
Aggregate and run for the life of final
Become a destitute in elite dark tunnel 

Someone wants to halt and to look around
To see the motion of world everyday around
To make a concrete direction forward
How it is mad to judge people mind

Udaya R. Tennakoon




  


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Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…

28.29/04/10


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I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


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