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Details | Free verse | |

Money-God

Trust not in the words: "In God We Trust", printed on currency,
for God and Money should be kept separate,
unless one desires to tempt fate with the Money-God,
tempt fate by not over-turning the money-lenders' tables,
although many might argue how this isn't good for business.

Why not know the value of life,
instead of focusing too hard on the prices of Idols.

People are bleating at the prospect of "God" being removed
from money, arguing that if God is removed from money,
the grazing grounds will become Godless.

Godless? 
With or without the words, 
a Money-God is a God nonetheless.
There is at least one true God, 
whether man-made or not;
an authority of control,
a God of profit margins.
Violence is a profit margin.
Hatred is a profit margin.
Bullets, Amendments, and Death, are all profit margins.

The war being waged upon children, is a profit margin.

If I had been given the chance, 
I would have tried my best to take him out,
morphed the vapours of my remaining hatred into bullets,
or torn him apart with my hands.
To stop innocents from losing their innocence.
There are lines drawn in minds,
that if crossed over, stretch beyond the bristle-board of rehabilitation.
Even Clockwork Orange bleeds into crimson spatters.

When a child survives a massacre,
runs across his school field to find safety from a stranger,
proclaiming to the stranger, "I can't go back to my school, it isn't safe there.
My teacher was killed, I don't have a teacher anymore.
All of my friends are dead."....

....then innocence has been lost, and the Money-God is empowered even more.
Lost innocence spreads like a disease through the minds of global villagers.
Fear breeds fear, breeds control and disintegration of the Stream-Mind.

If I had been given the chance,
I would have fought fire with fire,
fed the beast within, 
taken him apart with a breath of hatred.
Breathed it out, pushed it out, purged it out.

Satan is a scapegoat used by people who are unwilling 
to take accountability for their actions and sacred responsibilities.
The Beast is humanity -
not marked by a fairy-tale Devil,
but instead marked by the Money-God created in the image of man;
recreating the image of man through fear.

Some people might be intrigued by how many definitions of God there are.
Even if money is a necessity,
within our core there should reside a different Kingdom -
without and within, within and without.

If I had been given the chance -- past tense....

....if I am given the chance,
I will try my best to take him out,
smudge him out
with the remaining hatred in my heart.
Breathe it out, push it out, purge it out,

until all that's left is to love,
until all that's left is to love.







December 14th, 2012 - S.H.E.S:  28 - 2 = 26




January 7th, 2013




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Details | Rhyme | |

Dust From The Past

Looking back again, back into the past, 
it was written in sand, all those questions we asked
on those last days of summer, something was wrong
as the leaves started turning, and shadows grew long

There was dust on the tables, and the clutter remained
where never before, .... had it not been restrained
You were known for your grace, now your pride was at risk
Quickly swept, polished fine, brushed away with a whisk

This just wasn't you, having bricks without mortar
You were never unkempt ...now a life out of order?
You would never have allowed such things out of place
Something so small, would have been your disgrace

There was something to blame, something was strange
Even small tasks, we noticed, had changed
Another piece of a puzzle, fell into place
Your trace of bewilderment, when a name was erased

Your memory lost, and a world gone absurd ...
Then, once it was you....alone and disturbed 
Lost and afraid, but mostly confused
Forgetting the day, many things you would lose,
or someone you loved, so much undefined
shoved back to blind spaces, your words couldn't find

Dust motes collected where never before,
would settle, make home, in your mind evermore
Without any warning, without any sound
until you were gone, and the years fell around

Dreams that you had, were drawn in the sand
into the traces of dust of a far away land

_________________________________________________
Inspired by Isaiah Zerbst's Contest: "Pick a Title"
10/31/14


Details | Free verse | |

Gary's Yard Sale, the story

Gary's Yard Sale, the story
                                                  Authored by Chuck Keys

Among the rustbelt cities of yesterday,
Along the edges of the Detroit River,
A short distance to the side,
Resides a slice of Victorian times,
Excesses exceeded needed, 
Where age confronts time,
The day before meets the day of,
And greets tomorrow.

Those in the hood
And outside,
Meet and greet among 
The scraps of forgotten memories.
Lawns filled with bygones of size,
Tables filled with important somethings,
Maybe everythings,
For important that evolved into history.

Where memories become linked,
Each to a stored thought,
Treasured, pleasured or disdained,
To a person,
Of late or present,
To a future of who knows what.

During the day,
The history-of and the future-of talk,
To each,
Of where they were,
And where they hope to be,
The dust is blown off with the wind,
From the east, west, north and south.

The yard sale, the graveyard of the past,
The arena of the present,
Life and death of the sale,
Dance together, coupled,
Where Mine, becomes Yours' while
Gary the Conductor, orchestrates to perfection,
The operatic enjoyment of history,
Buyer meets seller, exchanges
Are made.  As is today.
Bravo! Bravo!

*This poem is dedicated to Gary and Ann Harris of Northville MI USA – May they and 
their Yard Sales age forever!

© Charles H Keys, 2010.  All Rights Reserved.  V1.4.09252010


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Free verse | |

Faces Inside a Window

 

The only sound, whistle of a quail;
That breaks in upon the tranquility.
From the treetops glows the yellow moon,
Suddenly tossed, as a draught twists through
The golden leaves hung loose from the trees.
A cold blowing mist through the narrow streets,
Past the windows and past the broken panes;
You can see, their faces smiling pensively,
Inhaling the joys and fears of life.
Yearning with the ebbing light.
Partly patch'd, partly glaz'd;
Hearts rendered heavy and faint.
Yet, I see the light in their eyes,
Glowing with a rosy flame.


..

Written by : gautami phookan

For Giorgio Veneto's contest : "Impress Me"

motiff- ? Spiritual/ Philosophical


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Details | Lyric | |

WE ALL DIE

My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will


Details | Concrete | |

If Children Were Puppies

                                                IF MY
                                            CHILDREN
                                         WERE PUPPIES
                                            THEY’D BE
                                               NICER
                                                  TO
                                                  ME.
                                THEY WOULD NOT BE FUSSY
                        AND            TALK BACK YOU            SEE.                       
                       SIT             BRAVE AND LOYAL           NOT                        
                       TRY             TO RUN AND HIDE.           AND
                                        FAITHFULLY  FOLLOW
                                           NEVER LEAVING
                                            MY SIDE. BUT
                                            IF CHILDREN
                                             WERE PUPS
                                              THEN THEY
                                              MIGHT EAT
                                             LIKE    HOGS
                                            CHEW    YOUR 
                                          GOOD        SHOE   
                                 MAYBE HIDE         YOUR CLOGS
 	    AND IF CHILDREN WERE PUPPIES, THEN WE’D ALL BE DOGS!

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.02.2012


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

IQ Test

I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals the popular outcast; 
As a youth, I found my image cut down 
into this manufactured silhouette.

Drenched in social rain, my peers 
had never found me more alienated, 
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse 
topics; 
They did everything in their power to provide 
a verbal umbrella, 
However, the texture remains weak and 
defeated.

This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought, 
For within this cranial mansion resides 
additional rooms, 
For the more abstract and surreal 
elements of life; 
It is that secluded gland which reveals 
the renaissance of men, who wear 
infinite Fedoras.

Now wearing the shoes of a young 
man, 
A taste of charisma resides in my 
veins; 
However this slight addiction to external 
haze, 
Comes in second to my first drug of 
choice: Wisdom. 

Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime; 
So don’t be surprised when resistance 
knocks at your door, 
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within 
your temple; 
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood 
fruit, 
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.


Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Haiku | |

No Chain, No Charm

In Unison-
~No Chain, No Charm~

United we own
Firm, full of finest goodies-
Our ground of freedom.


United we stand
Firm from failure and horror-
On the ground of strength.

United we pray
Faithfully with open mind-
Our bliss is assured.


Details | Lyric | |

Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

Attawapiskat: Orphans of the Stone and Sky

Salt-bleached roads merge into a horizon
of snow-clouds pregnant with similar shades of gray.

On television sets, the media squawks loudly
about one of the most affluent suburbs in the world
having been touched by flood during the night.
O! We must come together,
help restore the water-damaged basements
of 1.5 million-dollar homes.
Has the Great Mother no sympathy,
as she continues to unleash her stormy wrath?

Behind the back of a 3rd World town
nestled in the bosom of 1st World commodities,
outsiders whisper of possible mismanaged aid,
of faulty tribal council audits,
while on our land, foreign companies break open the earth,
extracting our Mother's vital organs,
selling blood diamonds to the very people 
with water-damaged 1.5 million-dollar homes....
....maybe the sparkle of a new necklace
will assuage the waiting-period of insurance policies.
Yes, people whisper behind our backs 
about the burden of hand-outs,
while our land subsidizes the entire nation.

But self-pity and envy will not serve us true,
for the widely beaten path 
leads towards more conditioned lies and empty eyes.

Above, the burgeoning snow-clouds
are filled with much potential energy
waiting to be released, just as we are.
If we arise from the swampy, damp ashes
as a phoenix whose wings are dried by courage-breath,
we must act with grace,
live by the golden rule,
treat our oppressors with a dignity
not offered to us in the first place.

To settle for less, 
is to settle for a searing brand of Oji-Cree hypocrisy -
the widely beaten path of conditioned lies and empty eyes.
We, the Orphans of the Stone and Sky,
must rise as graceful Warriors,
must rise to not only protect our own future,
but the future of all children.

We arrived from the Stone and Sky with grace,
so shall we live, so shall we depart, 
and again, so shall we return.






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Details | Rhyme | |

THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty

What is beauty?
Is it only shown on the
outside or is it embedded
beneath the skin?
Many might only see beauty
as what they can see with 
their eyes, thus they make
assumptions as to how
beautiful something is, which
is often foolish.
But some see it both ways
thus creating a clearer
form of what they consider
beautiful.
Mistakes can be made by
judging something by its
cover, like the simple 
picking of a rose but its thorns 
prick your skin almost unexpectedly
causing pain and blood to seep out.
Beauty is something so complicated
that many fail to understand the
word; they are blinded by cruel
and immoral definitions that become
seeded into the mind thus creating
a false and depraved image that only
becomes the meaning of ugliness. 
Beauty is not always on the surface
but more often than not hidden beneath,
like one’s soul; it can’t be seen but
it's known to be there. 
If one can see past the 
incomplete image that the human
mirror reflects, beauty becomes
apparent to all; untarnished
and pure.


Details | Couplet | |

The WIDOW'S DAY

THE WIDOW'S DAY


He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©


Details | Free verse | |

Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


Details | Pantoum | |

You Inspire

I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you
You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
The very thought of you releases new desires

You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
The very thought of you releases new desires
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite

Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
So all come together then, neatly and with flow
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow

So all come together then, neatly and with flow
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow
I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you


Details | Free verse | |

Searching for Michelangelo

I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly choked as it pushed 
its way into the outer world -
and he brushed it aside like 
errant dandelion snow. 
By then, there were at least
four voices within me, ranting,
and the image of myself throwing 
buckets of paint against a wall 
was blinking repeatedly in my head.
And still he was talking – 
with his hands gesturing, gesturing -
talking about places he’d been
talking about what he thinks himself
passionate about
talking about what he learned
in counseling
and talking
talking, 
talking
about 

nothing.


When he got to Italy, I stopped him
at Michelangelo, thinking, “here! – 
here finally is a scaffold we can 
throw ourselves off of”.  Thinking 
if Einstein’s wardrobe wasn’t enough, 
if a scrawny white boy singing 
the blues wasn’t either and if the 
most interesting thing I said that night 
was that I never ever set a clock 
to an uneven time (and I hadn’t even 
said that yet)… maybe the image of 
an artist suspended in air with 
his heart pointed to heaven 
and the myriad of thoughts 
that must have run 
like a river through him as he
stood there, arm outstretched,
might trigger something.
But, he had no idea that 
Buonarroti was a poet 
or that he honestly expected 
Moses to speak 
to him once freed 
from the confines 
of stone and of
artist himself,
he said

nothing.

Apparently, he was more 
Moses than Michelangelo, and
it was all I could do 
not to take 
a hammer
to his 
knee.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Do I Write

Out of all the questions I have been asked in life
None of them stump me more like this:

Why do I write?

It does not stump me because it’s tricky
It stumps me because it’s a stupid question to ask

Why do I write?

Because there’s nothing more relaxing than it.

Sure sometimes it’s frustrating
Difficult, fundamentally challenging
But that’s part of the beauty of it

Letting you emotions spill out across the page
And knowing that people read it
That people expect who you are
It’s brilliant

When you live a life of not speaking up
Of being that quite person in the background
Expressing yourself is… magnificent

I’m not me when I write
Something takes over me, controls me
So much so that I don’t really know what I am writing consciously
But it works so well 

I guess some people will never understand 
The joy in it all

When you're my age and you develop some characteristic
That doesn’t suit the normal criteria you get picked on

It happens, you can’t stop it
But I feel sorry for them

Expressing yourself through writing is one of my greatest joys
And I’m not going to stop
Not now
Not ever 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Power Within

There is Power in the pen.
There is Power in the voice.
There is Power within the people,
and with responsibility comes choice.

There is power in our cars,
and Power in our homes.
But at times we feel powerless,
at times we feel alone.

When times get tough
and you do not have the Power,
look within yourself,
it will be a Powerful hour.

There is Power in the pen.
There is Power in the voice.
There is Power within the people,
and with responsibility comes choice.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ghosts Forgotten

This one’s for the addicts in the street
Their poor souls corrupted by the disease
They’ve been where life and death meet
When they are crying down upon their knees

They stare at the laughing people in coffee shops
Wondering how their days ended up so black and rotten
Conniving to get what they need and fleeing the cops
They were normal people only to be ghosts forgotten

If only they could be strong and try to move on
They could find a way to obtain a fresh start
But sadly most of them are already too far gone
It has nothing to do with being dumb or smart

That’s what this disease can do to anyone
And it’s not because they don’t love or don’t care
Sometimes addiction has just simply won
I know all of this because I was once there

I was once a thief, a liar, and a loser
And I’m not proud of the awful things I’ve done
I was a hopeless substance abuser
But a new and wonderful life for me has begun

And honestly the cravings still come for me
They whisper in my ear and try to drag me back down
The temptation will come and it will always be
You just have to fight for your own golden crown

If you have a loved one struggling with addiction
Keeping fighting, don’t give up on them ever again
If you do you will only be aiding in their conviction
Of a long and painful life of despair until their end

If they finally grow strength and try to get clean
Don’t let your hopeful heart collapse
When they fall back into a relapse
That is what happens, despite what you ween

This is a subject I write about a lot
Only because I’ve been through it all
And the lesson that I’ve been taught
Wasn’t learned in a school or study hall

I was about to lose everything I held so dear
My girlfriend, my friends and my mother
Hell, I did lose something dear, my brother
But I woke strength inside and faced my fear

Don’t let your fond memories turn to cotton
Keeping trying and support your ghost forgotten

Remember the ghosts forgotten


Details | Rhyme | |

Foreign Languages

Hearing conversations
Spoken in a foreign tongue
Serves as a reminder of
The folks we live among.

Immigrants from distant shores
Residing where we live
Add a little spiciness
With all they have to give:

Hints of other cultures,
Both alluring and exotic;
Customs that we might just find
A tiny bit quixotic.

When I hear people talking
In a language rich and strange,
I wonder at the meaning of
The words that they exchange.

It’s like a secret code to which
I do not have the key,
And likely what they’re saying
Doesn’t have to do with me.

Yet still, if we could comprehend
A language not our own,
Perhaps the world would cease to be
A xenophobic zone.


Details | Free verse | |

Low complexity

Her face,
Lipstick smudged on one side,
Lopsided blush,
Loose earring.

Humming a song as she goes,
Slower than it was written,
Squished into one octave,
Simple song, simple minded.

Folding laundry on a Saturday morning,
Watching the other machines and counting down the minutes,
Staring at the rotation of reds and blues.

Returning to an empty home,
Picking up the phone,
Calling her mom in the complex,
Singing the song she’d rehearsed,
Warm giggles,
Heart to heart. 


Details | Sestina | |

A Thousand Paper Cranes: sen-zu-baru

     A thousand paper cranes fly towards the crimson sun,
     bringing with them prayers a billion times strong
     Beautiful winged wishes born from love.
     Where the earth shattered, it only empowered souls 
     Where the waters overflowed, it only buoyed hope
     Like water lilies floating, pink and alive with blossom


Amidst the rubble, acts of courage would blossom
spreading…blinding…as bright as the sun
Drying tears of fear as they are replaced with hope
This bravery never waned, it actually grew strong
as they staunchly picked up pieces, unified souls
Facing the chaos, tied together with love


      No words can truly capture it, except maybe for love?
      Of how tenacity just continued to blossom
      That despite mind-numbing dread that enveloped souls,
      that even if it seemed that there was only bleeding sun,
      compassion for others did not waver, remained strong
      Lives given for others, in the name of love, sparking hope 


Death may have cloaked the land, but there is always hope
seeping through the crevices, and reaching out to love
which in turn reflect on eyes, keeping that bond strong…
It goes beyond broken shores, to all hearts that blossom
Watered by tears of faith and courage from the Land of the Rising Sun
Quenching the thirst brought by grief, refreshing souls


      Amazing how shattered lines can flow into souls,
      Winding around each one, tethered by hope
      Distance doesn’t matter, since all breathe under the same sun,
      swim in the same sea of worries, yet energized by love
      At the moment of impact, lives got broken, crushing blossom
      As the world stood still for them, they stood proud and strong


The earth buckled, the waters heaved but the people remained strong
There was calm and peace shining through all the beautiful souls
Muddied brown waters pave the way for the glorious lotus blossom
bursting forth, sprinkling seeds of hope
Pain comes in many different forms, but it can also give birth to love
Lighting up lives, so rise and shine brightly, Japan…Land of the Rising Sun


      These thousand strong paper cranes were folded with care and hope,
      each crease a testament to the tenacity of souls, the power of love
      May peace blossom in hearts, let these cranes soar forever, and fuel the Sun



*I have a senryu of the same title though :)...
winged wishes 
 folded in prayer and love... 
a thousand paper cranes
---for Debbie's Tribute to Japan contest :)


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Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


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Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


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My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


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When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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Dreams Of Reality

Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand 
I pray

From one another 
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long 
Strong and healthy 
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality 
My love has perished. 


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The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


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The Shoe

He could be someone’s father
Or brother
Or friend.
He could be
The one to cure cancer,
The one who
Saves a child
From a burning building,
The one who
Sobers up
And leads
Others to
Do so as well.
But right now,
He’s a drunk
Who has probably
Spent all of his money
On booze,
The one
Who is ungrateful,
The one who
Won’t remember,
The one who will
Lose his life
Over a fallen shoe.
And you are the one
Who can save him.


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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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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


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The Power of Tongue

The world paid attention to this  muscle inside my skull.
               It became famous, it became controversial.
     It says something outrageous, something unskeptical.
                      It  speaks for what is right, 
                   It speaks what's on our mind.
Sometimes it's like a piece of cotton candy,melts inside my mouth.
  So sweet , so delicious,it tickles my throat through my heart.
               Sometimes it becomes a sharp blade,
           Slashing my flesh 'til I break down and die.
                This little muscle seem so strong,
                   It can break the hardest steel,
                      It can create a ball of fire.
                    It can move someone on top,
                 It can sweep someone in dust.
                  This one can overruled you,
               Has the power to control all of you.
          It can separate people in different place.
             It puts division, a boundaries for race.
        It separates people according to its language.
           It dictates freedom, it declares war.
                      It give some a reputation,
             It delivers someone to mortification.
             This little muscle inside your head,
               It must be handled without ego.
        'Cos we don't know where it can lead you.



 
   ** 6th place Winner in PD's Contest: Any poem # 20**


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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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Speech of Tears

Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook

Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.

Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.

Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.

They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.


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WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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The Woman I Never Knew

She looked like an angel
Sitting there in her bed
Everybody loved her
She had a great sense of humor
They say I am like her
I am very honored.
She was my dear mother.

She was a very sick lady.
She had tuberculosis and stomach cancer
She left me and this old world at the age of forty-five
I was age five
Mom I love you and I miss you.


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the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


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Success

Success

The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.

I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.

I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





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HORIZON OF INGENUITY

God’s new day awaits at the horizon’s gate.
The star of freedom rests amid the dawn.
It has been no less than a 400 year wait,
For a sign this age is about to be born.


No nation can expect to exist forever,
If all of its people are not totally free.
Chaining another’s neck is not clever;
For God’s liberty you will no longer see.


From the slave cabin to the prison cell,
God’s people’s journey has been.
Satan taught the bondman well—
Why America couldn’t possibly win.


Now the bodies of the oppressed demand rights,
And their oppressed souls are looking for peace.
The ballot boxes can offer many delights,
In this present age of political caprice.


The people have decided they want a change,
Since the contemporary world offers a marvelous deal.
And now that we know what God can arrange,
We will not settle for anything not real.


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My Hidden Fear

People are my weakness and hidden fear
I just feel that some words they say set me in tear
For example I gave a person a smile one day and they gave me a glare
I did not know that smiling in the world today cause people to stare
These types of stare gave me chills down my spine a feeling that made me blind
Why? why is my weakness the people who are very unkind
Hiding is all I can do when people give me a unkind view
I get to a point that my fear seems to wonder and stew
People are who they are and what should I even do
I don't understand that they are evil and some times nice too
My hidden fear are people just because they are always around
That is no argument and my feeling are perfectly sound
The hate builds up in my mind, but does not bother, how my heart feel
I learned to undergo a change that my feelings become like steel
Hard as it should be in situations needed I forget how to use it
So it becomes my weapon and it is to some people heartless just a bit
My hidden fear is what I see in people today
They harm others and they think it is okay
That is why I fear my feelings for others at times because it is so confusing
My hidden fear is some what bad and some what a blessing


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Papa

Papa

P atrick is a special kind of man
A lways there to help folk if he can
P erfect is the way his children see him
A nd now they have to watch his lights go dim.


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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


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Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Pantoum | |

A picture of a sub-division-w

My sub-division is called the place of old people                     
There’re no young people in their formative age                 
With no kids but only single mom or dad in ample              
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage.                     

There’re no young people in their formative age           
To regenerate returning to their homes in picture                        
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage                                 
With no ambitions of the present or the future.                    

To regenerate returning to their homes in picture                        
No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition                 
With no ambitions of the present or the future                    
But it’s place the with self-obsessed bohemian.                    

No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition                   
Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother                        
But it is the place with self-obsessed bohemian.                   
To take children around to play no happy father.                      


Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother                        
With no kids but only single mom or dad ample                  
To take children around to play no happy father.                      
My sub-division is called a place of old people.  

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Rhyme Scheme: ABCD, BEDF, EGFH, GIHJ, ICJA.
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Seventh place winner
Dr. Ram Mehta
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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)






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Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Monoku | |

Alien-nation

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


Details | Acrostic | |

T H E S E C R E T

Though I did not want anyone to know

Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow

Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show


Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense

Eager to do things I become sometimes dense

Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice

Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise

Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart

The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part


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Drowned In An Empty Ocean

                          ~The Empty Ocean~

She drowned in an empty ocean because she wasn't prepared 
to reveal the truth about some events that occurred during those
very sad moments of truth,her brother that she hadn't seen for
30 years, just disappeared in three weeks, ceaseless,died alone.

She drowned in an empty ocean to carry her emotional feelings 
after attending a mass given in his name,a name,no,its her flesh
and blood,she will miss him,his picture is printed in her heart.

Searching for forgiveness as she felt angry,maybe her mourning
was so intense she would have expected someone to come and hold
her,or even hold her hand,she was in such deep pain wanting a
shoulder to lay her head on,sharing,even a look would have been 
enough for her that day,she lost him forever,the moment of truth
was announced in church, he is dead.

Drowning in an empty ocean was only to allow herself find some
peace on her own,she was determined to understand what 
happened to the human race?don't they know how to respect 
the dead?don't they know how to whisper instead of speaking 
so loud,don't they feel how sadness surrounds the family.

His son projected pictures on the wall taken when he was alive with 
all of them,he wanted his guests to meet his father, a grandfather 
to his kids, a brother, a wonderful husband to his mum,he tried so 
many times to tell them,look up this is me & my brother with 
my dad, come to know him. 
Yes, they looked for a fraction of a second and grabbed the food in 
there plates and kept eating the whole evening.

Children running around as if in a playground,mothers and fathers 
were starting to crack jokes and laughing as if they were in a comedy 
theater instead of respecting the dead or the real mourners,a voice 
was heard,my head is spinning my ears cant take it anymore,I am 
dead but my image is alive,hug my son instead,wipe his tears away,
allow him to feel the sincerity in your presence,help him to feel the 
real love, as now he is on his own,I am gone.

Suddenly,its so peaceful,she heard the echo of her tears dripping quicker
faster and faster as they wanted to fill the ocean to save her instantly, 
her feet felt wet,she moved saw a silhouette of a fish breathing again 
her thoughts thought,the unconditional giving to rescue her,came from 
her own tears.She needed to rest and wish the last goodbye to her brother.Separation hurts.His memory will live.


Written: By Therese Bacha.
14/5/2013 Contest for PD. Surprise Me With A Poem I Haven't Read.


Details | Free verse | |

Riches to Rags

I have heard of it,
I was in it,
I have imagined it,
But I am yet to experience it.

What is this dream?
Who is this dream for?
Is it a dream for the wealthy and the powerful?
The politicians and the Gangs?
The Cartels and the Mafia?
Drugs and substance abuse?

Is it a dream for organized crime? 
Murder,
Robbery,
Rape,
Kidnapping,
Child molestation,
Sabotage, and hopeless?
What is this dream?

Is it a dream for big cars?
Credit card debts?
 Foreclosed home? 
And joblessness?
Is it a dream for freedom and justice?
Inequality and racisms?
Or is it a dream for peace, unity, love and compassion?

Some people have been dreaming too long,
 And it’s time to wake up to reality?
Everyday hundreds of people are killed in the streets of America,
Children are murdered in the schools
Businesses are robbed,
And illegal schools, and colleges are established on a daily basis,
Innocent people get hurt every second
And the security system is tainted with bribery and corruption
What is this dream?
Rags to riches or riches to rag?

Aunt Mary is a successful doctor;
She left her beautiful home by the beach;
She resigned a good paying job; 
She leaves her husband, and children
 behind in search of the American dream 
But she ended up in a rat infested brown stone, 
apartment in lower Manhattan. 
She works three jobs,
 flipping burger and scrubbing floors to make ends meet,
 And at the end of the month she can barely pay the rent,
 She cannot eat a proper meal
 she has to pay it back to the American dream.

My ink has been dried up for many years,
The weather was perhaps too cold for my ink to flow,
I have resorted to the computer 
but the keys were frozen too.
What on earth had gone wrong?
I might have been in America too long
My creativity was put on hold 
 because I was too busy trying to achieve my dreamless goals

Everyday thousands of people from across the globe
 landed on the shores of America;
Thousands of people have lost their lives
 in sunken boats, and extended journey across desserts
 some people have spent months travelling from country to country
 with the hope of reaching America 
only to be subjected to the materialistic dream.
A dream that will one day reduce them to nothing,
A dream that will make them work night and day,
A dream that will cause them earn their bread the hardest way.

Somewhere along the road
 the real essence of this dream has been destroyed
 And new meaning has been added to i.,
What happen to the ideals of America?
Where is the success and upward mobility?
Where is the fuller,
 and better life that everyone anticipated?

Can we still achieve prosperity and success?
Does this dream exist at all?
Is it a dream for some?
 Or is it a dream for all?
Open your eyes and recapture the American dream.

               ©2013 Christine Phillips


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


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Reminiscence

Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.

                             *****************

Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in 
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller 
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced 
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.

In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence. 

"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was 
in the middle of something and not lost...

"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.

This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".

Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:

"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"

They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my 
shame.
                                   
                                *****************

Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend? 
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the 
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!

                               *****************

Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or 
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from 
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight." 

Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.  
 














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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Pantoum | |

Everybody a winner in life's game

I have that wish in my heart many of you must have the same, a disease free healthy world forget all those cursed names. Many of you must have the same a dream of disease free world, forget all those cursed names let that joyful world unfurled. A dream of disease free world where people love to live, let that joyful world unfurled where everyone is ever active. Where people love to live children forget curse of pain, where everyone is ever active no disease to drive insane. Children forget curse of pain old age ceases to be a problem, no disease to drive insane everybody a winner in life's game. Old age ceases to be a problem a disease free healthy world, everybody a winner in life's game I have that wish in my heart. © kashinath karmakar (26th May,2011) ============================ By:kash poet


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My Best Friend

My best friend
Is your best friend too!
He died for me;
He died for you!


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Where Is My Life Going


As I think about where my life has been...
It’s hard to believe that I’m still here again!

I think about the many things
 I’ve been through.
And ask myself the question; 
“what am I going to do?”

With the trials of life, 
have come trials.
A life filled with uncertainty 
and many “traveled miles.”

It’s like riding the waves of life’s stormy sea.
Never knowing where the next wave will take me!

Everything I know...  And all that I’ve done…
I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... 
 God’s precious son!

I ask you Jesus for mercy!  I come to you now!
I come before your majesty and humbly bow!

You’ve brought love and wholeness within!
You’ve given me a “new life!”  
And took away my sin!

I love and thank you Lord, 
for your hand extended!
The beauty of your holiness
 is to be commended!

You brought to me hope,
 in a hopeless situation!
And have given to me 
the wonderful gift of salvation!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Ana

She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.


Details | Tanka | |

So real

God is not a man
Unlike man, is not greedy
Ever-mighty is this God
He recognize every tone
Unlike man, is ubiquitous


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Distillery I rented from John Stienbachs ghost

                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
          
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                      
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
 
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True
                                   
 

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 
    


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Lyric | |

My Message To You

Before I lay me down tonight,
There's something I'd like to say.
I hope these words come out right,
And my message as bright as day.

I know you really did feel love's light,
And I apologize with this poem I write.

So it's best if I take flight,
Far from your heart and go away.
If I'm unforgiven, it's alright;
I pray you find hope instead of dismay.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

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


Details | ABC | |

I Am Who I Am

Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.


Details | Narrative | |

I AM HERE TO LEND YOUR CRY

Salam, how are you there?
Wassalam, good, Alhamdulillah
How about the issue in Sabah
Nothing to worry
I am worried because you are my friend
I am okay; just want to know your opinion
No probs, what do you think of that opinion?
Does it hurt you personally?
Nope, it makes sense

I am not personally taking part, I have my own problem
Indeed but I am so sad, many don’t understand the situation
They are taking one side condemning Suluk in general
So as the other Suluk in Sulu archipelago 
Many also condemning Melayu in general
I always think about others
My cousin, a policeman is in the frontline

I am so sad, pray hard
Please cry with me
I am here for you to lend your cry
Can I pretend nothing happen?
We can’t pretend to be nothing to happen
Then rest and cry with me
To make people understand is not easy
Sometime we also take time to understand our situation
I am hurt to what happen, we are being fooled by colonisers
They ask us to inherit this misery

Hmmm I am so sorry to hear that
Hopefully you won’t hate the Suluk generally
So, as long as it does not contradict to my stand
What is your stand supposedly?
 At least I have one good friend from Jolo ancestry
I am a good friend because you are good

I know nothing about the war; I just wanted to know the peace
It’s really easy to smile and pretend that you are okay
Rather than telling people why you are sad
It’s not easy to imagine that war
I just want to keep it by my self
I wanted to keep this in my sleep
When I wake up tomorrow 
Peace is expected to blow
Let have this peace to reign right away









The poem is made through the conversation with Malay friends from Kuala Lumpur about the conflict happened in Lahad Datu. We shall never put the bangsa in general as what we are thinking is right: Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant. We need a better understanding to conclude that each bangsa like Suluk and Melayu have nothing to do with the situation. It is a matter of siding the truth and rights. I therefore personally accepted if everyone hates me because I am Suluk and that would make the world stay in peace and to save peace, I am willing to be called such: “Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant” but the “country and world is peaceful” is achieved. The war declared ended today by Malaysian authority. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug. 11th March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia!


Details | Rhyme | |

Who are MEN

Who are MEN? – Zamreen Zarook
 
Men should be men, 
They shouldn't be hen, 
They know that they are physically can,
But they shouldn't forget that they are gentleman.

Control your desire as much as you can,
Mentally you should be win,
Also be socially and monetary kin,
You find happiness then.

Men are so wise,
So, they cannot be melted as ice,
They played a big role in the economic rise,
So, not to be considered as mice.

Blood sheds by our heroes, 
They were the real Zorros,
Womens’ part cannot be zero,
Those were from mothers bureau.


Details | Narrative | |

Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.
This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom!

This encourages a reverence
for his holy name!
Having God’s wisdom, can spare us,
 so much shame!

God loves and cares for us! 
 And listens when we pray!
Through his son Jesus, 
his love has been displayed!

He’s given to us his word,
 as a way to remind us…
We may get lost…  
But God’s love will find us!

Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul!
Having his wisdom will help
 make us whole!

Won’t you seek the Lord?
While he may be found?
He can pick you up, when you feel
 you’re losing ground!

Come one and all! 
 All of heaven does proclaim…
Anything you need… 
 You can find in Jesus’ name!

Please, dear lord, bring your
 presence and love!
And guide us with your wisdom
 and spirit from above!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

We Belong To Our Children

Today we need a miracle of revolutionized culture to survive with our heritage's past for our future.
 Many of us don't even know our traditional language no more. 
So much has already been taking from us that it seems most of our culture is forever lost.
 There is a big difference between white man's law and our Native American laws,
 Many of us have been here in America since time began here in the America's and the only waste we leave behind is the bodies of our people burried like our culture is being buried in the prarie.
 The white man has raped and took our culture and way of life from us. 
So what kind of legacy will we leave behind as a Native people? We must reject the white mans way, we must take no part of it, but how can we when we are now a conquered people among a conquering people which a majority remain white.
 We as a Native people only want to survive so that we can remain who we really are, and its our language and traditions who make us who we are and it is dying at a alarming rate.
 Our way of life is today is almost gone and how can we ask to pass on our culture when too much of it is gone and soon our people's legacy will be just that, a legacy.
 We are the lost generation of young Native's unseen to the mainstream American eyes.
 So with that said we as a people must cling onto what we have left because if we don't do it now we will never get back to who we once were as a people.
 There used to be millions of buffalo that feed, clothed and helped us survive as a people now the buffalo roam no morem and all that roams the prairie is a broken dream of many spirits longing for the living to bring back the buffalo.
 Many of our elders and great one's died are will killed too quicly for their knowledge to be passed down the wisdom of our great people.
 Now we have to pick up the many broken piece's where our ancient ancestors left off.
 Now for the one's who do want to keep our culture alivewe have to teach ourselves what we dont already know with experience.
 Now that the cultural leaders are dead and gone we have to search deep within ourselves to know who we really are as a ancient Native people.
 We must teach our children now for great grandma's and grandpa's are in our children, many or almost all just don't lnow it yet.
 My life and the life of my peers belong not to certain indivduals but the life we live and breathe belong to the people no matter our Native blood degree, it's not that our children belongs to us rather it's us that belong to the children.


Details | Free verse | |

Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

NATIVE PEOPLE

 The skies were so blue and the eagle so free,
 the people I knew roamed from the hills to the sea:

 But a ship came ashore with men dressed in bright armor
 they took hold of my woman and said we won't harm her;

 And then before I knew it 500 years had passed by,
 and now all the people say there's no use to try;

 I SING WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE, I SING WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?

 The elders are saying that it's the beginning of the next 500,
 they tell me that once again the buffalo will be hunted;

 The elders keep saying that freedom will soon reign,
 they tell me fresh waters will wash away the old pain;

 I want to run free like the wind through the trees,
 the elders are saying never again will we fall to our knees;

 I SING WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE, I SING WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?

 But now I hear hoof-beats, I hear the people returning,
 the elders just smile and keep the sacred fires burning;

 There's light in the hills and the horses are restless,
 and the people are so excited they sing until breathless;

 For the elders are saying that all of the people are coming,
 they're  walking,  they're running, it's home that they're coming;

 I sing there are the people, I sing there they come now; 

 I SING THERE ARE THE PEOPLE, I CAN SEE THEM ALL NOW......


(Written originally for Spirit Of Crazy Horse newspaper-1994- in support of LEONARD PELTIER)
Leonard, a Native brother, was wrongfully imprisoned for murder in 1976. At 69 years old he remains imprisoned today in Florida, despite obvious proof that he was 'set-up', and clearly an innocent man.
Thank You for reading my poem. Hoka-hey Leonard.
Dan


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Rhyme | |

The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Like you

I have dreams too
I have hopes too
I have plans too,
I cry too,
I laugh too,
I fail too,
I succeed too,
sometimes my world is
in black n white too,
sometimes so coloured 
and beautiful,
I make mistakes too
sometimes am so right too,

I pray too
sometimes I just forget tom
I care too
sometimes just 
indifferent
I try hard sometimes too
I relax sometimes and 
just let things be,
I'm just like you,
 just that
you'll never find another 
VIRGINIA like me,
am unique,
JUST LIKE YOU.


Details | Acrostic | |

Captcha WHA6

When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel  keep being naughty and you won't make it to
6




Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
G.L. All



Details | Personification | |

CAPTIVATING FILIPINA

She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...

She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...

She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..

Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture 
Zest enough to face the whole world..

Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...

© O. E. Guillermo
02/10/2013
4:30pm

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Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Super Man

The rise and fall of a broken soul; the pressure was too much to bear
The letter S was too brave to wear. He was a symbol, a pure form of admiration. Yet his life was 
not his own; full grown; denied the freedom of one’s true life journey
He could never fathom an opportunity of free will for he lived to will free others who hide in his 
silhouette
The darkest shadow brought an abundance of light to the needy. And greedy.
An unadorned model of self-less love dug him an early grave being a slave to aiding. Although 
help was never offered to a man that had a sense of direction. Every step forward followed 
echoing steps behind.
His feet became a carrier. The load was heavy
Regret was constant. Where was kryptonite when he needed it?


Details | Pantoum | |

A Christmas Miracle to Fulfill This Wish



I have that wish in my heart many of you must have the same, a disease free healthy world forget all those cursed names. Many of you must have the same a dream of disease free world, forget all those cursed names let that joyful world unfurled. A dream of disease free world where people love to live, let that joyful world unfurled where everyone is ever active. Where people love to live children forget curse of pain, where everyone is ever active no disease to drive insane. Children forget curse of pain old age ceases to be a problem, no disease to drive insane everybody a winner in life's game. Old age ceases to be a problem a disease free healthy world, everybody a winner in life's game I have that wish in my heart. ============================ Placement: 3rd; (December 2011) Contest:Your Christmas Miracle Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire By :kashinath karmakar


Details | ABC | |

Path

Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | |

That True Girl

 she's human,
Possessive,
Jealous,
Selfish,
Fragile,
Broken,
Insecure,
Hurt,
Afraid,
Hateful,
Not so fun to be with,
Not so pretty.

But she choose to forget that,
Walking with her head up high,
The pretty girl that is so damn fly,
Sweet you don't want to tell her bye,
The better version of independent mind,
She young wild n free,
Not to mention she living her life,
She don't need you to keep reminding her of her negative side. 
 For she don't live on that side.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Is Louder

Love they say is louder than hate.
But I think that it’s a shame,
That only holds true when you have a pretty face.
Maybe I’m a disgrace,
For saying such a thing,
But think about your life and how true that *****rings.
And I cannot deny what this mirror is reflecting,
What’s standing in my way is only one thing.
It was beauty killed the beast,
In famine it will bring feast.
And sideways glances, second chances, you’ll get those at least.
But what about me?
What about us?
It’s power like money,
It drives greed,
it drives lust.
So what about you?
What can we do?
All I can hear,
The sounds that make the world disappear.
Love is louder than hate, but I can’t hear it from here.


Details | Couplet | |

A Walk to the Club

The lonely street stood still in the night,
Buildings grew tall all around with dim light.

Sound of my steps echoing in the alleys,
The air is moist like a mountain valley.

A bright neon light a few blocks away,
With a beer and an arrow pointing that way.

A few cars lined up beside the street,
I work my way through them not to discrete.

I walk up to the door with my collar pulled high,
The cold air chills me, as a taxi rides by.

Thumping of music can be heard from behind the door,
Some kind of music that I've never heard before.

A slight push on the door opens to a big room,
Louder now I heard sounds and the smell of perfume.

Smell of smoke and alcohol fills my lungs,
So thick is the smoke, my eyes burn and stung.

My eyesight dances across the room that's filled with so many,
I hear a man ask his waitress if she has change for a twenty.

I can see the bar all the way in the back.
With a lot of alcohol and a huge wine rack.

This was what I saw when I went out that night to the bar,
People gather and have fun in a place called The North Starr.


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 | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Quatrain | |

Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


Details | Lyric | |

12 days of kiss-mas

On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree


Details | Couplet | |

Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.


Details | Ballade | |

1984 has gone

1984 Has Gone.

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

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

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




Details | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013


Details | Haiku | |

Words

Once blurted without caution,
It creates history enveloped in anguish
Only leaving you will bring serenity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing up and getting old

Growing up, and getting old

They're growing old, so very old
Their bodies wracked in pain
Their minds are working all the time
Just old minds not yet sane.

He's growing up, and gaining wisdom
They're growing old and stale
They're still playing the same old games
Not floating on the now

He so quietly takes his pain
He knows that it's 'just life'
They curse and fight all of the way
Yet he, he feels no strife

Cause he is growing up [not old]
He flows with all that is
While they grow old in misery
He grows up, with bliss!

27 September @013 @ 0705hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Rhyme | |

The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


Details | Free verse | |

The Ancient Maya game of tut of tut

The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.

They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.

Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.


Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.

''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?


Don't all shout at once.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


Details | Imagism | |

the driving ones

we went outside.
the walls,
they finally weren't safe anymore.

it all happend just for us spending time together.

the walking were full of fear
and we full of plans.
we couldn't wait for this to happen

just for spending time together.

looking for a car on the streets...
the people left them,
lost in the need to jumble or mild.

they happend just for us spending time together.

we drove to a store to pick up our toys,
while people were eaten up
by the hungry ones.

it all happned just for us spending time together.

orbiting through dust and waste,
seemed like everything was downfalling,
but the sounds and the pressure.


it wasn't the end of the world.
it was the beginning of a new one,
and it was there just for us being together
in the same corner of the night.


Details | Quatrain | |

Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


Details | Quatrain | |

Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


Details | Quatrain | |

A Fight for the Green

There passed amid the crowded fair a lady
All clad in stately gown of em'rald green
With golden trim and diamonds all a-sparkle
It was, I say in truth, a comely scene

Her hair was walnut brown and deftly braided
Her eyes the bluest June I e'er ha' seen
Her face was white as ever summer daisy
As she walked amid the fair in em'rald green

I wended to the lady through the milling
And sought if I might carry of her gage
She chained me with ther fiery diamond necklace
And sought a worthy foe upon the stage

Her eyes passed o'er the sport with sharp disdaining
Said she, These roughened fellows all are mean
I seek a fitted match against my diamonds
To win a crown of honour for the green

At length, she spied the master of the quarter
The stoutest wight of Herefordshire, I ween
And though I had no hope against this venture
I'd do it for the woman clad in green

His quarterstaff was sure and fairly whistled
His arms were strong, as well his eyes were keen
Yet still I kept my feet upon the platform
And prayed them still remain for fair Athene

This lusty fight went on for half the hour
A goodly crowd collected for the see'n'
Then stepped the pretty damsel to the staff-ring
And saith, You fairly won the lass in green


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 | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | Rhyme | |

Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


Details | Terza Rima | |

Sweet and Simple

My yoke is easy, burden light.
Our Savior said to mankind herd.
That God who walked with humble might.
 
By multitudes his truths were heard. 
My Lord, who died upon the tree,
Those words to some might seem absurd.
 
Eternal love, life’s’ mystery,
The purest son God ever saw.
He came to earth to set man free!

He lived his life without one flaw.
He pleas for us despite our sin,
His sacrifice binds heaven’s law.

But Satan’s works can make souls spin.
Alone a man can die in strife.
The meek and lowly learn to win.

They show God’s way until it’s rife.
And give up labors meant for wealth.
Each step they choose designs their life.

A simple path imbued with health.
As boldness bound to love proves great.
For might of meekness holds no stealth.

The path to rest is laid out straight.
The meek and lowly find the way.
When, greedy labors dissipate.

The rest he taught wins heaven’s stay.

ã June 21, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Haiku | |

a card spread

stupid from stupid
tarot read child and people
the fool in the world


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lady Cop in a SUV

The other day I was a cruising, right on down the street.
And I did spy a cop car, plainly marked, yes, an SUV.
Now I would swear that I really saw a Lady Cop inside.
A Lady Cop inside an SUV? Yes, that’s what I really saw.

Now that’s a really tough job, even, at the best of times.
And I don’t want to make fun of women, in this work line.
I’m sure they must be tougher than all the rest, to get respect.
They probably work their tails off, for promotions, theirs to get.

And I sure doubt I would get a pass on any tickets, either, to be true.
I just can’t shake the image, of a soccer mom, my mind keeps going to.
I know it’s wrong… I know… I know… this I really… shouldn’t say…
But I feel it’s right to call her a ‘Soccer Mom Cop’, some how, this way.

I know… I know… But ‘Soccer Mom Cop’ keeps rolling, in my head.
And God help me, she may not understand, if she hears, what I just said.
All I hope is she won’t hunt me down, to lavish tickets, in recompense.
But I mean it, in the nicest way; though to you, it may not make any sense.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Epic | |

The death of Syria

              
                    Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
                  Shell shocked children in a school of fire
                 Assad revels in his twisted desire.
                  The armies of the Bear unleash their goods
              Assad  taking his anger to the neighborhoods.
                 A world in sorrow a place of death
                   the people of Syria take their last breath.
                 The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood
                  the smell of death the rivers of blood.
                The flight from horror is a fanciful dream
                 for the people of Syria nights filled with screams.
                 The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed
                 for the rebel in the streets are a different breed.
                 They die for their country they die for what's right
                  they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light.
                 What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ?
                   for peace and love is all they seek .

                                                By Larry Hays  
                                                                                                 
                 
                 


Details | Alliteration | |

One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.


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 | Rhyme | |

The Bonds of Two

Since times of old,
a man so tall,
will lean upon
a woman small.
Since first they met,
and their paths did cross,
they've tried to capture
time that's lost...
By the grace of God,
each day anew,
their strength combined
is more than two...
He's keen of eye
and sure of foot,
yet she sees things
he overlooks...
As they maneuver 'round
an iceberg's tip,
she lights the way,
and he guides the ship...
 
 Copyright © 2006
 


Details | Free verse | |

A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


Details | Rhyme | |

Am I Really Happy

Am I Really Happy?

With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?

With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?

With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”

With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?

I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”

There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”

There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?

There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.

This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God!  And tell him;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again…  I want to be ready!

God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God..,   I can already feel!

What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


Details | Free verse | |

Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!


Details | Blank verse | |

An actor but out of the drama


At a certain point
He happened to be a pretender
Deviating the track he came
Like an iguana 
Way of flowing the life
Broke and changed

Language of words
Feelings and expressions
Thoughts and strategies 
Smiles and laughs
Became an artificial drama of an actor
Does his role very latently

Lie being the reality
Life becomes the reality of lie
From then on
Vanished the soul and
Reborn a different mind

Because of that 
Life being shaped
Before the mirror
He is same but different in soul

Udaya R. Tennakoon






Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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 | Rhyme | |

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer!

God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective.
That I should not choose to be so “selective.”

I asked him: “what do you mean by this question?”
I wasn’t quite prepared for the reception!

God said; “You’ve chosen to be selective in how you live.”
“There’s only so much, to me, that you want to give!”

“You said that I’m your Lord, by your way of living.”
“But a life of holiness, is what you’re not giving.”

“You want the prayer answered,
 but have nothing to show for it.”
“You claim to accept my grace,
 but aren’t willing to share it.”

“How can I answer your prayer,
 when it’s only convenient?”
“Haven’t I been patient with you?”
“And most lenient?”

“Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!”
“Then you’ll know what prayer life is really meant for!”

“Give me your heart!”  “And take time to really listen!”
“There’s so much more of me, that you’ve been missin’!”

“Obey my words and experience the life I have given!”
“Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!”

“Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!”
“I will give you the strength to make it through!”

“You will know what it means to spend time with me!”
“And your prayers will impact you for eternity!”

By Jim Pemberton   10/21/13


Details | Verse | |

We'll be

We'll be forever building gold mines
from scrap metal and taking
recycled energy to cosmic levels
through third eye

We'll go un-noticed until the heavens turn 
or if our chakras are not aligned 
constantly diverting negative thoughts 
through our meditative lights

We'll build a sandcastle from determination
and live life on the edge,
fulfilling divine order and witnessing creation,
living in the now and staying ahead

We'll tip the earth off it's axis
and trick subconscious mind states into submission
You can catch us in the wind transcending counter reactions
Bi-passing illusions of circumstances 

We'll have an abundance of the maximum
Enough love energy for all who attract our path
We'll be the ones in the light
asking for nothing in return but peace
at last


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


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Divine Mercy Chaplet

We use a rosary to pray Chaplet of Divine Mercy For those who don’t know or love God To convert sinners, pray for them None of us deserves God’s forgiveness However Whenever we pray for His forgiveness, He does He loves us so much Many people in our world who are sad They think God will not forgive their sins They think He’s mean St. Faustina was born a special child She felt she has chosen to transmit the message of God’s mercy You can always see Him in the Tabernacle He is always there… We can offer our difficulties to God in reparation of sinners Those people who don’t love Him He appeared to St. Faustina’s cell Ordered her to paint an image she see And put below it “Jesus, I trust in You” Jesus desired for the image to be honored around the world Message of Divine Mercy is Jesus Christ Loves all of us This love was shown when God the Father sent His son to die in the cross for our sins God the Father is always ready to forgive us when we ask That’s why we should always confess to the same priest Because he knows us and give us advice God is offended when someone doesn’t love Him That person’s suffer because they don’t love Him J.


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To the liers

To the liers who were
Great artists, manipulators,
Perfect friends and honest lovers...

To the liers who were
Talkative and silent,
Kind and sweet,
Walking out many miles
Pretending they carried
Love and trust...

To the liers I speak.

You are there still believing
In your goodness, and you are proud
Of yourselves.
But how sweet and true do you
Look before the God's eyes?
Have you ever thought about?


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Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


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Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


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Fight The Demons Diet

It was that time again to empty once more,
I was on my Knees on the bathroom floor.
Putting tissue down the Loo making sure nothing stayed afloat,
Then I slid my fingers down deep inside my sore throat.

Trying not to make a sound, Making sure no sick hit the ground,
And even though the taste was so vile I needed to empty till there was no more bile.
I had to be quick but the release felt great,
No-one understood me but I believed this was my fate.

Staring at my reflection, tears would roll down my cheek,
I'd hear the torments in my mind saying how I was such a freak.
The Demons they would say "Look at the state of you, 
You are disgusting ,You are a mess, No-one could ever love you".

When looking in a mirror at my body I would cringe,
Then turning desperately to the fridge I'd begin again to Binge.
I would eat so much till I was about to pop,
One more trip to the Loo then I promised myself I would stop.

I'd wish people would leave me be, They just didn't get that....
I had eaten too many calories and I was sick of being Fat!
So I had taken control of my diet, Obsessed with weight and measure,
Punishing myself after every treat, Desserts were no longer a Pleasure.

Over time people started talking about how I had become so thin,
So I pulled the curtains closed and I locked myself in.
Hiding myself away from neighbouring abuse,
I stopped all contact, I became a recluse.

Then a visit from my mother my Angel, who Id avoided for awhile,
Came knocking at my door, Arms open,
Oh I had missed her warming smile.  

I looked into my mothers eyes as she turned to me and sighed
"Oh sweetheart what has happened to you,
Your hair is falling out and your bones are showing through".
She placed her arms around me feeling my frail torso".
Then whispered to me gently " Please let your Demons go",
"Everything you are doing is damaging your health",
"You're deteriorating into of me, You're slowly killing yourself".

Turning away she began to cry,
Wiping away the tears falling from her eyes.
She told me how she lost her best friend to the very deadly disease.
I wrapped my arms around her, Comforting her as she grieves.

Seeing the hurt upon my mothers face,
The heartache I was causing her, The shame and the disgrace.
"Mum" I said "I will fight my Demons and make myself strong",
"I realise now what Ive been doing Is dangerous and wrong".
"Getting back to full health will take a long long time,
But with you and my family and friends I know Im gonna be just fine".

So Here I am Today at this Time and on this Date.
I am Making my Illness History and re-creating my fate.
Big Thankyou to my family and friends for all of your support.
I know now time is too precious to waste and our life on Earth is short.x


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I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


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Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


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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".


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The Boy at the Park contest

I met a teenage boy last night
He inspired me to write
His words penetrated my soul
He made me evaluate my purpose and goal
He asked me if God was real
Then why does his mom go out at night and steal
Why was his brother murdered at eighteen
Why is his biological father a crack fiend
Why are children in this world starving everyday
Why does God not here him when he prays
Why are so many people living without a home
Why does he always feel so alone
Why did he have to grow up in the hood
Why is his whole generation misunderstood
Why do babies die at birth
Why can’t he have any worth
Why did his friends backstab him tonight to commit a crime
Why is he alive is he just wasting his time
Why are Americans never satisfied
Why are Christians dying for their religious love and pride
Why was slavery allowed for so long
Why are so many people living wrong
Why do many teenage mothers now exist
Why are many children slitting their writs
Why are drugs so easy to find
Why does the government keep us blind
Why is there cancer and all types of disease
“Ms. Help me understand all this please”
I looked over at this boy while tears dripped off my face
My friend this world I admit is one crazy place
Many things God never wanted for the human race
But we are blessed to have his Amazing Grace
His love will never go away
Yet, many live in disarray
God gave us all free will
At this point his eyes started to spill
We were created with choices
we all have our own voices
Angels were created to do whatever God may say
Humans have the option to disobey
One day we will fully understand
God’s original master plan
Someday we will have the privilege to see
What God intended life to be
One day evil will forever be locked away
Many will have to eternally pay
One day all that was ever taken from you
God will reinstate and make bran new
One day in this life you will grow up and be
A man with morals, values and integrity
For your present pain will not be in vain
You’re going to break those generational chains
Your sorrow 
will help others survive their tomorrow
There are divine appointments and I believe you just had one
I know that in your pocket you have a loaded gun
I know where you have been
I promise you the dilemmas of your life, you will win!
Even when you fall
You can still fulfill your call
I must admit
You only fail if you quit
One day some teenager will ask you to explain
And you will remember this night and everything you have gained.


BY: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Dilemmas


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All I Need Is You

I don't need any money,
I don't need fancy shoes.
I don't need to buy happiness, 
'Cause all I need is You.

I don't need expensive clothes,
I don't need things to choose.
I don't need five-star meals,
'Cause all I need is You.

I'm smiling here so wide;
I feel like I'm brand new.
Today is the start of something big
'Cause all I need is You.

My soul is eternally fulfilled;
My heart is being led through.
I don't need anything else,
'Cause all I need is You.


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The Old Age

The wasted knowledge that comes with age,
Has become yet just pitted rage.
Each of us just turns a page.
Only play on a stage.
Left inside a cage,
Driving like phage.
Against swage,
Gauges,
Sage


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The modern super hero

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

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

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

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


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THREE QUILLS

 
How winter blights Haworth’s thin panes, ice crusts the vane, but graves seem crowned in softest down. The sisters dip their weathered quills, but Anne gets chills as Emily tips Charlotte’s tea. They shut their eyes, they’ve seen enough, for one now coughs and lace reveals a scarlet seal.
By Cyndi MacMillan, Oct 24, 2012 For Nette's Wait a Minute Contest BACKGROUND The Bronte sisters, Charlotte, Emily and Anne lived at Haworth parsonage with their brother, Branwell, and their father, Patrick Bronte who was an Anglican curate. The sisters were very close and penned novels and poetry that are still enjoyed today. Emily died of tuberculosis on December 19th, 1848 at the age of 30. Anne followed her a year later. Charlotte died in 1855 at the age of 38. Haworth and its cemetery are now visited by thousands of Bronte fans each year. It is my dream to one day walk its halls, see the room where classics were born. For a photo of Charlotte’s goose quill click on the about this poem link.


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PICTURE ME

Am I too blind, to try to find truth in reality? 
Do you just see the color of my skin or do you see me
When you look through a mirror 
Is the image going to be clear? 
I’m God’s great creation
To see myself is a blessing
The mirror will not lie and it only knows you,
Open and honest in search of what is true
Are these contagious reflections
So what we all have some imperfections?
I tried to smile so I don’t look mean 
I look straight at the screen
Hmmm I don’t know the last time I really smiled?
I know it's been a while 
Does my smile give my face permanence?
To love others now that’s my humble presence 
Look at my past life before you see me now, and what I've become, 
Thanks Father God for the great job that you have done


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Rythem in Life

Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown  
Some people laugh and play 
Other people sit and stay  
We all want to wear it 
And even compare it 
In my room sometime strain at the wall 
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone 
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone 
The trust of the fact that 
We are not all that!


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Covenant House Prayer


Lord God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace

Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.  

  Amen  


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Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton


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Our Silver Anniversary



From the day I promised to be with you forever… It’s now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We’ve had our share of joy and trials! You’ve been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You’re a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim


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Surviving A Teenage Soul

One of the most courageous things you can do is, identify yourself, know who you 
are, what you believe in, and where you want to go. 
I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME ! .. conflict builds character , but crisis defines it 
..and anything is possible as long as you keep the faith and never give up on 
hope! 
with the right attitude you'll always win and gain the strength and believe that 
you will make it. some differences are on the inside and others can sense them, 
but some are on the outside and another can see them! 
know we can survive, we may not think so, but we can. DONT me that old me , 
who want to give their life an end! may we fill guilty for what we think we did, or 
did not do? i guess so, but then again.. i dont even have a clue! she was only 14, 
and it felt so right, she thought they'd be together, for more then just a night! 
sometimes were trusted, loyal, faithful. yet beat up, bad and scorned, but 
between the role of adult and childhood, were ALL somewhere torn! 
so were gonna just live life, and DEFINITELY live it like its out last day, so let us 
keep on exploring and making mistakes, because we will find out way ! 
       
                                      Al'dayja Selby (A.T.S)


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the Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part IV

                                                                 4.

Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
And in the lengthening light the tender green steals up
Through the retreating ice and snow
As the lands rise fresh and free from the deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed out in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.

Growth and generation give the lie
To the empty time so short before
Everything renewed proclaims its exoneration from stasis
And beauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting
To declare its immortality again.

And for he and she love grows anew
In the hopes reborn in the spring's thaw
The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming 
As they pull the threads of their lives back together,
Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness,
Going on again in the thousand-odd ways
That make a single life of two.

Love trumpets again its smug triumph
Through the wakening world,
For it too is one of the old, strong forces,
The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart
To its own rack and ruin;
The ultimate surgeon,
Healing with slow steely cuts 
Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain
With unquenchable fire
That burns,
Promethean.


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Sad Sightings

today i saw what i feel what was real was not real neither was the idea. Brains shot down in the street like dogs because the veil is still worn on the face. No man know the time when it will all be real. You ever heard of people praying for worse days. As i sit in my maze wondering where the last step took the next, i begin to see that there is epoh some call it hope i see it as something else. i see it just like you saw that ferrari in your drive ways a few minutes ago. time flies so what does the past do? the future must not be too far from the present.  As the leaves fall from the tree, i sit and wonder if it will ever grow back.  now that i feel that im being watched, its time to return the stolen goods. people say take things to the grave, other leave it above. when i die all i need to do is just hold on because i know shortly i will be home. As you read the spaces between my words remember to fill up before you run out of gas in the worst place you dont wanna be with the night.....


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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


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Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.


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Hero

With rain pelting, 
he stared into the eyes of the demented.
His cold heart not melting, 
for foe's relationship with earth must be cemented.

With a flick and a wave, 
a blade danced in the wet.
A close shave, 
but no need for fret.

With graceful turn and heroic thrust, 
the people were saved.
With one final gust, 
the villain caved.

Amidst cheers and cries, 
a saddened figure neared, 
and carefully wrapped the corpse to ward off lies, 
Ignoring the many who sneered.

Those who could have resolved this in peace, 
Feared they could not.
And until Heroes of Violence cease, 
Humanity will rot. 


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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An Angel in Danger

Life's gifts is of all the good and 
the bad 
Never knowing what may arise 
An angel is everlasting hope we 
long to have and to hold 
We have watched you through 
just like a hawk 
We will never give up on you 
we know you are strong 
Who the angels will pull you 
through somehow 
Where there is a will there's a 
way 
And with god looking over us 
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of 
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that 
steady burns yull be ok 
As a fighter like Athena (a 
warriors guide)you will grow 
stronger 
Even now we see your alot 
better 
Must be these guardians of 
heaven looking over you 
Feeling good with this is all you 
may need 
This danger none should live 
But as long as there is Angels 
up above its all you will ever 
need to pull through 
A tragic time. 
- by Brian O'Toole 
Caregiver of a cancer patient 
and friend 
Share!


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God Doesn't Give Up

This is not going to be easy;
No one ever said it was.
We're going to have to be strong now
'Cause God doesn't give up.


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SILENCE BESTILLS THE NIGHT

written 20th may 2013



As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One moment...one tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!


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True Love Can't Be Made, Bought or Traded

Many call making love, from a physical reaction. As many try to find a loving satisfaction! True love can’t be bought, paid, or traded This is something that shouldn’t be debated! True love is from God, and freely given! His love can change the way you’re livin’! Only God’s love can cleanse the heart from sin! And bring true satisfaction deep within! If it’s “cheap love,” you seek… You can find it! But you’ll end up empty, hurt and blinded! If it’s true love you want. Look no more! Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart’s door! Won’t you let him in? And let his love touch you? He wants to do this. Because he really loves you! He loves you so much, he bled and died! In him, you can be made whole and sanctified! Won’t you accept the love he freely gives? It will bless you each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton


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South Africa salutes Dr Martin Luther King Jr

South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!




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

yet you live, you breathe!





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

and they failed, as they always will,

for they can never kill,

your dream, your ideals.





Your dream, your ideals,

live, and breathe,


still!









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Vicissitude

It wasn't quick
but it seemed to happen so.
The indecisive thoughts soon became quite clear,
but not exactly as crystal would be.
It's easy to see
why it could be frowned upon;
many have ended hurt,
scarred,
and even put to eternal rest.
However, she was undaunted;
she knew her misconceptions could only be 
beneficial.
A swift turn and a venturesome soul
shaped her into a beautiful love song,
a hysterical vision of black and blue.
Throughout the tough goings
and a shattered lullaby or two,
she settled, though erratic,
into a breathtaking work of art
made of misfortunes and lust.
"Change has come and left,
but it shall never be truly gone,"
She cried in her lucid dreams
of the present.


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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


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The Breakdown

Kill me now,
no one needs to know how.
They don't care anyways,
let me waste away.

I'm so alone,
I'm always on my own.
I was happy one minute,
now I want to cut.

I'm trying to stay strong,
but it's been too long.
I'm giving up,
since no one is helping me up.

I'm falling down,
and there's no one around 
to keep me sane,
so all I want is pain.


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I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


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I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


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Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


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Teenage Love 15: Teenage Lovebirds of the 1980s

Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.”  And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.


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Through You

I can see it now
sweet curve of a smile
matching the one of her hip

the light in her eyes
and the feel of
skin on skin

the way you stare
the smirks
your silence screams

I can see the way you
love her
adore her

need her

I can see it now
i can see me
through you


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I Once Loved to Tell Others of Jesus

I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus!

I once told others of Jesus!
 As a young boy...
Witnessing for Christ,
Is what I enjoyed!

I told others of a time to repent...
I loved to talk about Jesus,
  wherever I went!

As the years went by,
And I grew old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.

A coldness in my life, began to brew.
Even God’s word… I no longer knew.

I only talked about God to
 people in the church.
In my heart, was a hunger
 for a new search.

A search to return to Jesus! My lost love!
I fell on my knees! And cried to God above.

 I began to confess, to God, everything!
A new love for him I knew he would bring.

I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone! I was set free!

If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is faithful and true!

Please come to Jesus! 
And be cleansed within!
And experience the joy of being born again!

By Jim Pemberton


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Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


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WE ARE ALL PAINTINGS

We are paintings made with care and without Jesus no image is there. We are just an 
empty canvas without any color there. But Jesus takes us in his hands and for us he 
has a plan. He puts an image within our frame then we begin to praise his name. He 
makes an impression deep within a beautiful painting he does send if we only let him 
have his way. In our hearts an image of him we will display for others so see. That is 
the ways Jesus wants’ it to be.


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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


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You Are Alive

You're alive even in the darkest place;
Even when we can't hear Your Name,
Even when we can't see Your grace,
You're alive!
Even when we can't feel Your grace,
You are alive!


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Paying Homage

                                       Paying Homage



Awaiting the news, anxious for a cash day,
calling friends, only a few replied.
Searching for answers, only music for hay,
returned calls, then you supplied.


Austerity cuts hurting the Western poor,
similar to a normal day for Eastern bites.
Hospital, school, factory workers mop a Northern floor,
left now laminating and missing those Southern nights.


A divisive figure passes, levelled far too many lands,
a magical garden appears in far away sands.
Regrets, threats, defeats, victories; does it matter?
Speaking of current times and old times; review the latter.


Took the choice to move and study those rights abroad,
they had no choice, unfortunate products of the state.
A decade on, worse off, no need too applaud,
takes a tough time to flush out a friend; much homage to a mate.




                                                                    © Shane Cogan, 2013

   


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The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part III

                                                                  3.

Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.

Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like 
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Waiting.

Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.

Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.

Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
Whatever
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him 
Condemned to go on without her,
Alone.

Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale 
In a language without words.

          Something melts,
                                       And something breaks

In that moment when she gently folds 
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.

Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
Ice cracks
And waters run clear beneath the snow.


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Hail to the Dragon Slayers

We know we are right and we will fight
If you dare appose us we will bite
When good doers think they have a chance
We take their idea and we do the dance
We are the law that makes the choice
And no one can keep their face in a good poise
Because we will smack them with a hammer
As we see them we will make them stammer
Just because we are justice
And we try to do some odd practice
Now we will get back on track
We the people take charge and attack
Wait, what are we attacking? the people that are not right
Oh! thats just my brothers and sisters oh! they are a sight
Now look here, we, we the people makes laws
It doesn't matter how many people open their jaws
I'm all confused, we are the people, did we not choose?
We are, but certain people are just to loose

Fine, this is what the new law we want to appose
Why? because we are confused about what we chose
Using we as a word is to many
It takes all of us even granny
So this is what we want to do, is put I and you separate
And the other that we are to choose to elaborate
I am going to say this, we are to many individuals
So we separate the ones who are good doers
That does not make sense
To put all the yous and I's in a group, it's just dense
Are you with me? no I am with myself in this
I am going to rub it in your face and be in a bliss
So I will do the justice myself, and you has decide to disobey
This is what I mean to do, and it will be O.K.
Debating myself is some what kinda weird
You need to be by my side because we make choices better
So this time you and I will just make justice a letter

The clue is what we do that is some what true
It's funny when words play a game to argue the virtue
When I mean I, I mean I, and when I say you, it is you
When I say we, it is us, and that is what my argument is all about, too.
Fifty, fifty is what the Dragon Slayer is saying, it becomes no greater nor smaller
We are all at fault and our decisions that we have made is for all of us to stand taller
Even when it is wrong and we do things to put down the strong
And our arguments become pointless and long
Our justice is when we started to put it on paper and making it a law that stand
So all of us, in the long run will simply decide to band





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Man's Afflictions And God's Salvation

Man’s Afflictions and God’s Salvation!

I’ve seen and heard of many afflictions!
Things happen in life, that need our attention!

There are things that happen that bring despair.
Wondering if anyone listens or even cares!

There’s a God in heaven who sees what’s wrong!
There are many things that don’t belong!

Evil moves with a power and destructive force!
It comes in many forms, from an ungodly source!

God knows what is happening and offers a plan!
His gift of salvation is freely offered to man!

His ways of living are at odds with this earth!
Anyone can come to Christ,
 and receive a “new birth!”

If life’s heartaches and worries
 are pulling you down…
There’s a new life for YOU! 
Waiting to be found!

Your afflictions, for God’s healing,
 is for you to receive!
Won’t you reach out to him now?
 And simply believe?

His gifts of mercy and hope, is what HE can give!
He can totally transform you! 
 And the way you live!

His salvation, for life’s heartaches, is freely yours!
A new life with Jesus can be true
 and secure!

By Jim Pemberton    


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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That's The Amazing Thing About Love

That's the amazing thing about love:
Love doesn't matter who it melts together,
'Cause He will never give you up.


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Kneel with Fear

How can we fear what we’re meant to fear if fear has been taken from the equation 
in the land of the forgotten the streets poured with fear of what was to come if they 
didn’t live right if they lost their footing and fell but now there is so much chaos 
what’s to fear anymore how can they fear if some of the most terrifying things are 
staring back at them from their very own television sets when they walk out their 
door a friend telling them of a man that was brutally murdered describing the lay out 
without even a quiver everything frightening is so common now why do you think 
we’ve lost sight of what to believe in why do you think in revelation it goes on to 
say few will make it to heaven because most of us are too busy living in the new age an age built by the fallen ones with no boundaries no repercussions and no reason to believe that anything actually exists God will not come down here and show you his face if it was that easy why bother for us to be here in the first place question not what you need not question for all will be answered in time have you not learned patience through out this life do you always know everything right away or do you have to wait to find your way if you can answer that you should know it’s 
God you should fear in the land of the forgotten and in the new age as well

03/01/11


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a journey to begin

my ticket leaves thursday,
these 21 years here will not.
the too long, you can't list
rockstar memories with the guys will stay,
 for we are landing in LA. 
I know my move is 
needed 
I am leaving behind no wish for salvation

for I have always found myself 

I move my presence to 
land, where the ocean and swaying
trees' brings a spring to my step. 

this mind can adapt anywhere
throw me to the dessert 
and I will think 
throw me in a cage
and I will think 

 what a gift,
sometimes a dagger,
others a white swan
floating on a lake 


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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


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Divorce Isn't Always the Best Choice

Divorce Isn’t Always A Good Choice! I met a person who’s been married for many years. When he talked to me, he was in tears! He was faced with the option of divorce! And now, he feels his life is driven “off course.” His wife said she’s through. She’s “all done.” And doing things which seemed “fun.” Beyond each day and the circumstance… Does this marriage even “have a chance?” Why do people seem happier when they’re apart? Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart! Too often, people “give up” on what they believe! But it’s so many lies, is what they receive! I spoke to this person, of God’s purpose and meaning! Into God’s loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning! When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you… Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you! There’s hope and answers to all of your problems! You’ll find the answer in God’s word! HE can solve them! The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM! Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM! All he needs is for you to give him an invitation! He’ll change you! And make you a new creation! His love can do what no other power can ever do! He’ll bring new meaning in the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light


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A smile to everything

There is more to life 
Than what it seems.
Life  filled with all forms 
of agony, misery and sorrow.
Yet we may be used to situations
Where disappointments and
 frustrations pushes us on.

But I ask,
Should this be the reason
 why we cant put on a  smile
 when the sun wakes up its sleepy head?
Should this be the reason 
why we shouldn’t take of our shoes 
and dance when the sky releases its tears?
Your guess is as good as mine!

An achievement is not making everyone happy
But doing something out of the blue to make yourself happy.
Yes! People might see you as a failure
But seeing yourself as that winner is your achievement 

Don’t give up on the little things that make you happy due to what people say
Don’t give up on your dreams because of little disappointments in life
But by believing in yourself is an achievement to lead you on to success


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Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


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All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


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Spirit of a Kiss

There is no greater act of courage 
than being the one who kisses first.
Many people have passionate dreams. 
Some of which are never forgotten.
The pleasure we give out of love for another person  
is when the innocent become the intimate.
We must be brave enough to admit our mistakes, 
smart enough to profit from them, 
yet strong enough to correct them.
As we try to learn from the past, 
we plan for the future by focusing 
exclusively on the present. 
That is what dreams are made of.
A smile is the second best thing 
a person can do with their lips.
A kiss is a means of allowing two people 
to become so passionate together 
they cannot see anything 
beyond the spirit of the kiss.
There is no greater act of courage 
than being the one who kisses first...


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Burning Embers

After being together for a time of great length
I have no idea how I put up with you, or where I get the strength
You make me so furious, just so mad!
Why do I put myself through this, if I just end up being sad?
I get a reminder every morning when I turn to your side of the bed.
The passion our love used to have, a fire burning such a deep red.
Years pass and the fire dies down
I look at you and your once glowing smile, turned into a frown. 
What’s changing I really don’t know
Sometimes wondering if it was all a show…
But in the morning, breath stinky and hair a mess
I look at you and know I’m blessed. 
Because behind those eyes I see a spark
Memories of making out in the park
The only time we’d cry
is when we had to say good-bye. 
I see something that’s keeping us alive
During the screaming shouts there is something in our hearts we are trying to revive
We’re trying to rekindle the burning embers
When all of the sudden, not just our minds, but our hearts remember
We lean in for a passionate kiss
And all of the sudden, remember the feeling of bliss.
And who knew that was the fuel we needed,
A blissful kiss our hearts and lips have so deeply missed
To rekindle our fire
To rekindle our passion
To rekindle our faith and trust we had in each other.


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The Shield

Nearly everywhere in this big world we call home
There is injustice running rampant 
Whether it is in the Middle East, Asia, or Rome
Innocent people are unfortunate victims

President Barack Obama once said:
Justice is what people need more than anything
Justice is also what made our Founding Fathers
Break away from a tyrannical king

And ever since the Declaration of Independence was signed
This nation has served as a shield against injustice
And we have made all of our enemies bind,
Run and surrender at every turn

Whether it is terrorists, a foreign country,
Or just some force of nature
That dares to threaten our security
We are there to serve true justice

To those who dare awaken a sleeping giant
They can either run or yield
Because this great nation is
A shield against the cruel reality of injustice


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A Shooting Star

Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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Frosted Windows

 
Eyes reflect a fireplace glowing, 
Moonlight has its luring say. 
Wrest the cork, the wine is flowing, 
Laughter eases care away. 

Glasses clink through frosted windows. 
Reminisce when first they meet. 
Face to face on propping elbows, 
Whispers pillows ever keep. 

Passion molds a cryptic sculpture 
Shaped without a reason why. 
Love creates a mystic culture, 
Words attempt but can't define.

 
Gene Bourne 
03-12-14


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Turn All Your Worries

"I don't know where to go,
And I don't know what to do."
Turn all your worries out to God;
Trust Him,
And He will lead you through.


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An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.


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The Image Of Being In Need

The Image of Being In Need

My eyes are covered in gauze,
from dirt scratching 
both of my corneas.

My boyfriend leads me around
otherwise I'd find myself on my 
knees feeling the ground.

He takes care of me
and tends to my needs.

He accidently squirts 
ear wax cleaner
into my eyes instead 
of my prescribed 
eye drops.

Oh the pain,
I thought would 
drive me insane.
No apologies either!

He picks my clothes out
and helps me dress,
too close for my
comfort.

The humility found in 
depending on another
for survival was not high.

So glad I'm looking
for a new guy now,
the image of me
depending on him
for a lifetime
is not a good one.

For he left me
feeling more like
a burden then
a friend in need,
to me that
makes him 
a bad seed
for me.


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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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Baby of love

You can have all the wealth 
To buy everything you seek
Power, position, and success
 Fame and fortune for you to keep

Everything that money can buy
Even live like a royal majesty
And when you walk the street
Might even turn down your nose at me

I maybe lacking of material possessions
Or working for a minimum salary
But I am the happiness man in the world
For my beautiful wife are having our baby

We use to dream of getting marry
And today it’s a wish comes true
And though we don’t have much
I got everything when you say I do

The magic that you bring tour life
A happiness that spread far and wide
And to see the glow in your eyes
Saying you’re carrying a new life inside

And though some days are tough
And the bills just keep piling up above
But none of these can take equal
Having our sweet little child of love

I know she was a gift from heaven
For everything about her was so right
And when she hugs me, I didn’t want to let go 
And I made her laugh so much that night

She’s sleeping so peacefully now
As I gently pulls and fix her covers
Tomorrow from the doctor’s visits will get 
Her some of her favorite jasmines flowers

She always ask him a million questions
About baby stuff she that she read
And her eyes so bright when she’s smiling
With her tousled curly hair on he head

And when I look at her
And I see the joy in her beautiful face
Of having our precious little baby
And spreading over me her amazing grace

The time has come and now they are home
As she coddle our gift from above
And I lie next to her and hug them both
My beautiful wife an our baby of love


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On Thin Ice

I'm walking on thin ice
Echoes of affliction disturbs my slumber
Reverberating through my ears...why should I pay the price? 
I'm praying for their lives to be rescued...from the predator

Let me be the living sacrifice...

I'm losing my balance...I'm shattering on thin ice
Echoes of horrid news demolishes the peace
Do I have to be a living sacrifice?
When will this madness and chaos cease?

Let me pay half the price...

I'm RUNNING on thin ice
I collide in between the cracks...I pray for safety and knowledge
I still hear the victims – screaming in agony... helpless like captured mice
When will I ever find an escape route...that'd lead us to a pleasant village?

Let me discover His advice...

I do need His guidance
To survive the hardships... I must take risks and outrun the opposing team
I do yearn for His benevolence
To reap the reward in the deep future...He's obliged with my lifelong dream

Let me walk that narrow path...

I'm sKiPpInG to and fro on thin ice
I fight off all of the enemies with His strength... those devils tried to lower my self-esteem
I still recall the calls of happiness – who considered His advice?
How could I discover my true dwelling place? Who will consider my dream? 

Let me take risks and build up my courage...

I'm unable to find His guidance...I'm scattering on thin ice
Do I have to be the one to roll the dice?
Echoes of bewilderment breaks my cheery heart
How do I keep myself from slipping? Am I on a good start 
Or do I need more practice? 

Once again, we're walking on thin ice...
He's testing my endurance...but they're no longer putting our trust in Him
This truth makes me sick in the stomach... is it I who has to pay the price?
I'm seeking out your elevating spirit to pull us out of this horrendous nightmare...
our confidence in You is about to dim...

Let us wander off on thin ice...
Let me take my time and make progress...
Let us take baby steps on thin ice...
Let me take risks and recover from distress...
Hopefully this journey renews our joyfulness!!

We're STILL patiently waiting on thin ice
For Your hospitality to mend our spirits and shed us Your advice
I don't mind if You tell us, “You guys should've payed the price!”


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Still In Love With My Wife


Still In Love With My Wife...

My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 



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In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


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The Cards of Life: Part One

This morning, I walked outside
To take some pictures of this glorious day.
The sun's beauty is so strong,
As is the life all around here below.
The sights were one of wonder;
The best of God's creation,
And I tried my best to take it all in,
Grabbing hold of love for us.
The temperature outside was chilly;
Had to have been in single digits.
It wasn't too long after
My fingers began to lose their movement,
Telling me it was time to go back to the heat inside.
I made a hot cup of coffee,
Stirred in the creamer,
And landed again right in my bed.
I covered myself in blankets-
Thick, thick blankets-
And the "warm-up" had begun.
And then my mind switched gears.
I began to think about those who don't have this luxury.
Millions don't have blankets.
Millions don't have heat.
Millions don't have warm drinks.
Millions have nowhere to turn.
There are people right now on the streets
Who might not make it another night.
There are people right now on the streets
Who just lost another body part to frostbite.
There are people right now on the streets
Who are on their last leg
And desperately in need.
They are crying out for help,
And we tell ourselves we don't hear anything.
You never know about their situations.
Maybe they didn't do anything wrong.
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
As the cards of life weren't dealt their way.
These images and realities
Are visions we tend to forget
Or push out of our minds,
As if we never saw anything to begin with.
We tend to view them as "lesser society,"
But they are still human beings,
And who gave us the power to judge?
The authority lies only in God's hands.
He tells us to love our neighbors as ourselves,
Yet, why do we try to forget this?
And each and every single day,
Including today,
Millions are facing and dying of hunger,
Millions are facing and dying of starvation,
Millions are facing and dying of homelessness,
Millions are facing and dying of disease,
But these will never make the news
Because we shelter ourselves from the things we don't want to hear,
We protect ourselves from the things we don't want to see,
Or we just don't care anymore.
What happened to the love?
Is it still here?

(Continued on The Cards of Life: Part Two)


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half full half hungry peasants

Kings always rule
princes always marry,
jewels of royalty 
always glow through
castle windows

feasting and feasting,
plotting the next war scheme.

the poor smell the duck, the 
gravy.
peasants dream of 
beheading the commander 

souls onced plan to unite for a
cause larger than themselves,

that day is lost 

now we glorify their
stuffing feast

the feel of fitting in with them 
makes you warm inside like a 
shot 
of whiskey.
you are connected with the
fame and fortune; but never
invited to a ball 

tuning into your idols, 
forgetfull 
they have no recollection of 
who you are.
time is wasted on a 
meaningless mirage 

keeping the peasants happy, 
with their half eaten chicken 
breast


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My Sister, Juliet

My sister, Juliet, with skin so fair
And auburn hair that sparkles red in light,
Upon her heart weigh burdens hard to bear.
Her hope is shaped by faith in heaven’s sight. 
While pensively she ponders earthly woes,
The strength of God upon her spirit grows.
For only he can soothe her aching heart,
And bring that smile upon her face, fresh start.

To wed had been a dream of hers since youth.
The suitors came and went like spies at night.
The promises they made were stained half-truths.
Her father sent them running with great fright.
A spinster, now, in age, yet still alone,
She turns her yearning heart unto God’s throne.
And begs for her fulfillment here on earth.
Sweet motherhood still yearns her first child’s birth.

So, pensively she ponders every night.
Imagining how perfect life could be.
Oh, ideal man; please free her from this plight.
She’d take that leap of love; her heart set free.
For life is short and dreams too soon may die.
As every night her tears by pillows dry.
Please honor love by taking a firm stand
Do come this day and for her hand demand.

Copyright February 8, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Juliet Free 
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst


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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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Now

For now, we are here;
Let us forget difference,
Embracing the present.


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It Took A Lot of Faith

If they ask me how I did it,
How I got here today,
I will love and laugh and smile
And say, "It took a lot of faith."


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A Rich Tribute

Mother Teresa been a historical,
and an important,
and a humble figure,
as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, 
the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her,
out of the many though, 
the one mentioned below seems to be more precise,
in today’s world,
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”
Today,
in the rush of acquiring money,
many have forgotten this lovely aspect,
the aspect of love,
which is much greater than money,
and had crossed a number of boundaries,
from times immemorial,
today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love,
wherein money is not that great,
than love itself,
as love is like a ‘Can’,
which can be filled from the top to the bottom,
unlike money,
which needs to be filled from the bottom instead,
love is greater than money indeed,
as we do love our Gods,
our wives,
the children,
whether they be ours,
or of others,
without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour,
Love is indeed greater,
as we love the newborns born into this world,
our friends ,
wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too,
without love,
no one can progress on,
and neither the countries too,
Therefore love is greater than money indeed!!

'Quote and Author':-
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”- Author: 'Mother Teresa'


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What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar's Wife

What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar’s Wife?

What would happen if Joseph kissed Potiphar’s wife?
Just think about the impact this would be on his life!

If he’d entered into her temptation and charm…
This would’ve cause much damage and harm!

Many of God’s blessings, I’m sure he would missed ‘em!
If he’s let Potiphar’s wife reach out and kiss him!

Thank God that he didn’t succumb to her beauty.
He held fast and remembered his God given duty!

A life serving God was something that he chose!
Even if it meant her tearing off a part of his clothes!

Godly living was something he decided to choose!
Even if it meant him being falsely accused!

God used him while he spent time in prison!
He trusted God, and knew that he was with him!

I’m sure there were things that he didn’t understand.
But soon, God made him the #2 ruler in the land!

May this be a stern warning to me and to all!
Think about what temptation may cause you to fall!

Scripture says “resist the devil and he will flee from you!”
Run to God!  And allow his presence
 to surround you!

This society often encourages to “indulge” in sexual sin!
This is where so much heartache and misery begins!

Run to the Lord!  Seek his spirit to lead and guide you!
A way to escape temptation, he’ll provide for you!

Like Joseph, run from temptation as fast as you can run!
And lay everything at the feet of God’s precious son!

His love will sustain you! Regardless of what you’re “missing.”
So you too can receive HIS love
 and Godly blessings!

By Jim Pemberton


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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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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


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The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part I

                                                                  1.

The summer's thunderings gather in brooding, heavy clouds
Soundless masses with shuddering voices
Calling through the untamed sky
Shaking above the meeker Earth,
Pillars of rain, shot through with flashings in their depths,
Electric fires running through the close, wet darkness -
The thunderings assemble to make their pronouncements,
In booms and growlings cast down through the winds
To tongue-lash an unruly world with elemental admonishments,
Bearing reminders of old forces that never die,
Waiting and spreading through their vast spaces,
Breeding strength, coalescing.

Between the group of walls they live in,
He and she circle 'round,
Eyes seldom meeting,
Casting flashes of hurt when they do.
They hold within their aching hearts
Black shards of anger born of their quarrel,
As acid thoughts brew with the thunder's boil around them
As it walks with its giant's tread above the roof,
Growling its mindless sentiments
In tones that set the windowpanes ashiver,
Bitterness tends to the feeding of itself,
Savoring the cold fare
Of unforgiven words and thoughts both spoken and silent
While this summer squall of tattered love rises to rage
And ends in their dark unease,
The slow burn of anger between them
Has settled to a smoking grey ash gradually piling up in their sombre souls
As the sky above flares through the rushing sheets of clouds
The wind tearing by, laughing madly.


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The Hike

We cannot give up;
We still have life to live.
The hike may not always be easy,
But the view must be seen to believe.


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The Seventh Fable

 The Seventh Fable 
The Seventh Fable 
 
Charlaxes Fables 
 
Mental Prefabrications 
 


People have preconceived ideas from Religion and Television 

combine these two ideas and no wonder everyone is mental. 

The Eye is just now thankful that the computer was not mine at age 14. The TV 
was enough to ruin me for life. It is no wonder that eye still don't have a life. 
Falling into cracks made just for me. Living in the NEW AGE causes so much 
uncertainty and problems we avoided in our past come back as daily necessities 
of the mass of useless protoplasmic mice eye once saw a man on the highway 
with a sign he was begging for more money to get some more useless wine so 
the people went zigging past avoiding him until he fell down on the ground it 
seemed to me he was passed out perhaps he died and no one buried him 
sounds like an episode of Twilight Zone. There was episodes eye will never 
forget the NOSE throbbing on the stairs inside the house the girl tried to leave the 
shelter of the fence once out she turned to dust the man with the wires in his arm 
seeing the oven where he was born the little airforce people in the GIANT 
woman's kitchen getting swept. 

It just occurred to me the ins and outs of celebrity imagine all the casting calls to 
make the episodes. AND the fact that Charlax was never chosen for even one of 
them seems sort of some kind of twisted justice the actors used were just the 
best of all the crème de le crème of all the hollywooded jest. Webseries Pilot 
casting call: 
The Charlax would be excellent at this OH wait look at that ethnic face. Male, 
open ethnicity, early to mid 30's - JG. Federal Agency Detective.  Good at his job, 
but fresh enough to still want to make a difference. Oh if eye were only Twenty 
Years different. A Twilight Zoned Detecative with the name Rick Roll selected and 
elected to be the actor of the myllineum. 
   


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Was It This Bad

Yet again I hear the sirens of a police car screech to a stop outside
A door being kicked in the arrested taken away yet another pointless ride
Probably a drugs bust or another weapons seizure
Life on this estate seems to get sleazier and sleazier

It wasn’t this bad when we were that young was it?
Juveniles on street corners look contemptuously at you and spit
To many religions creeds and gangs fighting each other
Racial intolerance pitting brother against brother

There’s no respect for the law today and what it stands for
Daily we see the elderly being targeted more and more
It wasn’t like this when we were there age was it?
It’s as if the world seems fractured and split

Adolescent punks shooting up in the street, drugs a 21st century curse
Their elders you,me,him,her to scared to intervene fearful of abusive reprisal or 
worse
Was it this bad when we were there age?
Yeah sure we had juvenile crime but this, this is off the gauge

Daily now our children are dying
Leaving behind them shattered families grieving and crying
The police need more powers enough is enough
Government’s need to empower them more they need to get tough

It wasn’t this bad when I was there age
I say this as someone who hasn’t lived 3 or 4 score
We have to stop this violent generation
I wasn’t this bad at their age me you ask I’m 34


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My Love

Love is real emotions.
Deep concoctions of a confused language
You need two people to understand it.
To hold, love, and cherish it.
You need two hearts pounding and wanting to challenge it.
Like finding the prettiest flower of weed or singing a song with no words.
Just a pile of outrageous, flying emotions waiting to explode.
As if to explode into perfect drops of sunshine and land on candy kissed skin.
To be the only bird fighting against the slow going wind.
As of all these words fighting to make sense.
Its when I met eye to eye with you and it affected the way I went.
It changed my whole direction and made me realize that it was you who needed my affection.
It made the confused language come into my perception. 
Moving words around that makes no sense to a normal lover but a our language that me and you can cuddle.
Throw in the air and find ways as we go.
Make the world ours to be lovers as one.
To find my missing puzzle piece with the heart inside, to find I have the same one with a key in mine.
To find true lovers is oh so rare.
To know some people make it through when the night is bare.
Just two hearts feeding off another, its amazing to me.
That's when we put us in the picture and we become three.
A nice family with the start of we, just to know it all started with a you and a me.
To know love is real emotions.
Its a deep concoctions of a confused language


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Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


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On what the Spartans need

What the Spartans of
each country need is
their own legendary
hero Leonidas.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!


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The Quiet Hypocrisy

A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy


it seeps in through gradual osmosis

and soon is ingrained in pliant minds

it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision

and then is fused into the fiber of unreason

the quiet hypocrisy that drips of the tongues

spouting broken words of unfathomable callousness

the mutilated reeking carcass of cynicism

obscured by the veneer of polished discourse

stinks of inaction and of insipid rationalization

the probing and prodding and splintering of each thought

curdles the shallow layer of feeling

interring the basic simple and only humanity

that is gleefully ripped into isolated fragments

the quiet hypocrisy of battles fought and of causes embraced

is plain to see in the faces of the earnest

as they cling onto their bitter loathsome prejudices

whilst buying redemption under a placard of well-meaning

the quiet hypocrisy of these selective battles waged under the flimsy pretense of caring

stinks to the highest heaven promised in mantras and duas and prayers and chants

as the spectacle of the apartheid within the mind is worn on each tailored sleeve

the choosing of these battles in the name of faith and clung onto simply because of a common creed

is a pathetic spectacle of segregated thought

buried under the folds of righteous bluster

so before you jump on that bandwagon of indignation because 'your' people are in pain

take a look at the hidden fascism that simmers just below your holier-than-thou sudden spurt of heartfelt rage

for the quiet hypocrisy that is unknowingly imbibed

is apparent for all to behold

for when the 'other' endure the injustice carried out in 'your' peoples' name

you stand mute and silently complicit for your indignation simply melts away

as the quiet hypocrisy that is firmly rooted in you 

exults in pious pretences while 'your' own continue to hate, rape, pillage and slay

it saddens me that so much vitriol drips off my pen in such effervescent times

but I cringe as each moment another quiet hypocrite rants about the despotism of the 'other'

while smiling complacently and smugly and soaking in the quiet hypocrisy of remaining mute about 'my' peoples' own crimes
 


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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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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THE LAST DAYS

THE LAST DAYS

There is no time left to waste time
Too much time is not enough time
The day came when the beginning met with its end
Accountability denied any option; every means to present its end
There came a fair warning; we all became aware of what is to come
We all clinged to necessity as all other important things are gone.

There is no great escape; the sky seems to be falling down
The hard-heartedness of men melted as nobody wants to go down
Faith denied many hope as hope became hopeless
The riches of men can’t save them; all are the same and nobody the less
A tempest in a coffee cup; the seas are wide awake and furious
To sweep out what remain of the world and all there is that is precious.

So many prophecies and revelations about the last day
Expectations ignored, and warnings unheeded; just enjoying the present day
What is to come will come; nobody wants to worry the worries of tomorrow
The days of today is hard to live; struggling to live to see tomorrow
Truth revealed another truth as the mirror reflects reality
We all have our last days; don’t waste time waiting for eternity.


										Lordvip
										August,2013.


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Jesus Help Me to Tell Others About YOU

Jesus, Help Me to Tell Others About YOU! Jesus, help me to tell others about you today. Please help and give me the words to say. The love you’ve given to me. You want me to share it! The burden that I carry... I alone cannot bear it! I need your grace to help me to stay humble. Especially when I begin to complain and grumble! In this cruel and evil world, be my guiding light! I know that with you, things will be alright. You’ve given to me a love that can’t be contained. May others know the beauty there is in your name! May my heart be filled with a compassion for the lost. May I not forget to keep my eyes on the cross! Help me Lord to give others hope, when there is none. A new person in Jesus, any person can become one! You, sweet Jesus, are the reason that I’m here. You bring a love to everyone that’s very sincere! Thank you dear lord, for helping me! I’m not strong! You’ll be there with me, when things seem to go wrong. I shall speak of your salvation and love wherever I go! That your spirit, through me, will reach the lost souls! I will share of this wonderful savior who is mine… Now is the day of salvation! Now is the time! By Jim Pemberton 03/11/14


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David and Goliath

David and Goliath

Goliath challenged Israel,
 and brought disgrace.
He asked if any man would meet him... 
 Face to face!

The men of Israel were scared.  Not this brave!
If they lost…  They’d be the Philistine’s slave!

King Saul asked if anyone would challenge this man!
David accepted.  Knowing this was God’s land!

With a small stone, that he chose from a river bed
He faced Goliath.  
God put the stone into his head.

Down came the giant!  He took a big fall!
He wasn’t so great and mighty, 
 after all!

Is there a giant in you life?  
That’s causing you problems?
Why not come to Jesus!  And let him solve them!

 Whatever your “giant’ might be!
With God’s help…  
You can have the victory!

Whatever “giant” there is… 
 All must bow at Jesus’ name!
Won’t you stand up!
 God’s message, do proclaim!

The enemy’s already defeated!  
Victory is here!
As God is lifted up!  
Your enemies will disappear!

By Jim Pemberton


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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In The Future Looking Back

In the future looking back,
You'll be happy to see
How far you've come
And where you are today,
So make the most of this now.


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What If We All

What if we all
Just stopped where we are
And sent a smile to the one next door?

What if we all
Just stopped where we are
And reached out to those who've done us wrong?

What if we all
Extended a serving hand
To the grieving, homeless, hungry, and downtrodden?

What if we all
Just stopped where we are,
Joining hands,
Offering thanks,
Forgiving,
Laughing,
Hugging,
Loving,
And embracing;
Smiling as our futures shined
Because God has blessed us this life!


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I've So Many Problems I NEED HELP

I’ve So Many Problems! I Need Help! I’ve so many problems, it’s hard to explain it! Where it all began, I can’t really name it! It seems like everything bad, is already here! Sometimes, I wish I could just “disappear!” The heartache and pain is difficult to endure. I’ve had more than my share… That’s for sure! I’m sorry to trouble you, with my situation… I guess that I don’t have a “good” explanation! I suppose I’ve no one else I can turn to… I’m just happy I have someone that I can talk to! Someone told me, that you’re a person who cares! Can I take a minute, and ask you for prayer? This is a moment in my life. A period of time… If God is real… I want him to be mine! Thank you for taking some time for caring! And for the words of love, you’re sharing! Thanks for sharing Christ, when no one else would. You told me about Christ! I knew you could! Through HIS love, I have hope within! I have joy, and complete forgiveness of sin! I’ve a reason to live, like I never had! Jesus is with me! I’m so glad! Thank you my Lord, for helping me to see… The chains of life are gone! I am now free! By Jim Pemberton


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train ride

Riding on the train 
Trying to make it to my destination 
Getting on board with different people 
Feel like a replacement, 
Each stop gives you a sense of direction 
If you miss yours,its a hint of rejection 
Its a blessing 
You get there on time 
You may not have a seat 
But you.dont look behind 
For your not blind 
Or you clearly dont want to see 
That you could be next to someone who are going through misery 
They feel as if life couldnt  get  any more tears to be set free 
Is it me, the only one who notices, 
Have we honestly lost all our focuses 
All we have left is hope and its 
Seem like its slowly fading 
Somedays awaiting 
People on the train asking for help 
We never reach.out a hand because we stuck on self 
Id rather.have wealth in my heart than in my mind 
Id rather make make someone smile anytime 
Talking talking in the spirit 
Helping being a change i can feel it 
Crowds and crowds of people getting off and getting on 
Carrying loads of heavy luggage 
God youve made,them strong 
Youve given them strength 
Their lifes not so drinched 
The strong are able to survive 
they start appreciating you and praising u 
For granting them a,gift of staying,alive 
People so lost in their,eyes 
Tired of trying to make away 
The,passengers go up and down 
The bounds so freely 
To clear their minds 
Know that its fine 
Remember those asking for help 
Whether its a prayer or some change 
What would jesus have done 
In his fathers name 
He wouldnt complain 
He would help 
Turn frowns upside down 
Help you climb those steps 
Help you up the elevator 
Hes here for us now or even later He will never leave our side 
And ive had a great experience of the,train ride 
By: Concetta Hardnett 
     
 
 


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Compensation

The wind has blown for days today
And I see no bird in flight
Nor the big trees swayed in the wind
And neither have I

She's an angel out of heaven
One of the very few
If love could not melt her heart
What good the sword would do

Paper cuts the knife 
I say I'm  a little drunk now
Its a symbol a sign she says
A drink of life that's how

Coal starts a morning fire she says
Love begins temptations
But what can I do darling
Everything's got its compensation


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A Moment of Hope The Invisible Man 30

Sometimes I have the courage to think of the things that made me what I am today,
My memory takes me back to terrible things far away far off into my bitter past,
My mind like a maze of dirty black alleys that smell of waste, loss and disgust,
The losses, the drink ripped away, not happy until it was all gone respect as well.

Invisible thinks of a garden where roses clustered with lilies scent on the breeze,
Bees found stores of honey in the petals of a thousand and one different flowers,
Lovers walked hand in hand along its winding path a beautiful dream of the man,
Bright with the embroidery of nature where children played in new myrtle flowers,

As Invisible thinks of this garden it is neglected but flowers can grow with weeds,
It could put a smile upon his face, a face that had never known any joy recently,
He hopes a gardener can covert this garden get rid of ruined waste, back into Eden,
Tending all the beautiful flowers that spring up with the weeds and smell gladness.

If he helped the gardener in his quest a hand might hold his and guide him through,
Maybe a hand would go around his waist to support him as well as guide his hand,
Dare he wish that the guiding hand and the support would be his angel from heaven,
A dear person to help him clear his garden and walk down the winding path as lovers.

An angel that would smile at him maybe hold his hand and squeeze it so very gently,
Would the angel talk to him and tell him that one day they would be together again,
Her beautiful grace shining warmly as she looks up to him, to her he is her hero,
Not a drunken mess that cannot cope, not a dirty vagrant, but her knight her love.

The tenderness of this beautiful scene in his poisoned mind became real he smiled,
He grinned as she sat down next to him as close a she could get then wriggled closer,
Warmth from her body not only warmed him but gave hope this what he has waited for,
She whispered sweetly she loved him and would be waiting for him and they kissed.

Invisible woke with a start and was she not by his side, was she ever with him,
A dream another heart wrenching let down and how could he have dreamed the dream,
It was so real he still felt the warmth, the impression of her hand holding his,
But it must have been a dream his own mind conspired to deliver the hardest blow.


Lost in a grief so deep, his loneliness complete he talks to Sam his imaginary friend.

These days get worse Sam they really do please help me,
I need to change but I need my drink more what can I do,
But I need to change so desperately Sam can you help?
My world has cracked and I've fallen into the crack,
But what I don't understand Sam that I was once good,
If I had any courage Sam I would be laying in my coffin,
Why does life drag you along with it I don't want to go,
Just a bit of icing on my cake Sam it is freezing cold,
Did you know this is where I was brought up my friend,
Did you know that most of the people that walk past I knew,
Sam! I know many of there people but they don't know me,
Why do they all walk past I wish somebody would help,
Maybe when I have drunk more cider I might feel better Sam,
I can remember being happy but not what being happy is like,

As Invisible sits drinking shoppers give him a wide berth and they look at him with hate.

These people Sam they look at me as if I have hurt them,
The people they are not our sort of people they hate me,
Has the world changed like I have but in opposite ways,
My life is full of sorrow drunkenness and dreams Sam,
Old sorrows wont go away new sorrows should take over,
So we have to face both the old and the new that's bad,
At night I try to close my drunken eyes it all returns,
Sam is that the same as you can you close your eyes,
Can you remember the valleys Sam the ones we used to play,
When we ran about all day Sam in the sun rolling in grass,
The old stream that twisted and turned, it had lost its way,
Floating lolly sticks watching them bounce away on ripples,
Buying bangers in November and throwing them into the water,
What I wouldn't do to go back for just a couple of hours Sam,
Just to feel the innocence and try to bring it back to now,
To enjoy what there is to enjoy and maybe get better Sam,
But that will never happen Sam we are lost on an island,
A well populated island but an island all the same Sam,
People are not like ships they don't bother to rescue people,
They just walk around or just walk away all the nice ones gone,
I remember my school Sam it's now been knocked down and left,
It has all gone, all gone no primroses in spring or bluebells,
Do you remember Sam the bluebells used to nod in the wind,
But they have all been built on, whats the use in talking,
Nothing changes from bad to good Sam remember that, eh Sam,

Still drinking his cider tears well into his eyes his nose runs and begins to quietly
to sob. He sits on the shopping parade seat, shaking as he sobs. His throat has a lump
in it so he stops talking to Sam. Invisible sinks his wet face into his overcoat
hides his misery from the people that walk past he just sat there lost and confused. His
greatest sadness an angel paid a visit to the maze of dirty black alleys that smell of waste,
loss and disgust,


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Live life to the fullest

Life is something we all share, 
Just like oxygen, in the air. 
The way we live it, is up to us, 
With a negative or with a plus. 

Life is something, we should cherish, 
We never know, when we'll perish. 
Live each and every single day, 
Smell the flowers, stop and play. 

Life is something, we've been blessed, 
Choice is yours, choose your quest. 
Follow your passions, and you'll be fine, 
With the right attitude, you will shine


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MY ode to the Netherlands - Goeie moarn Fresia

radiant sun shines
laurel of meadow sage glows
fragrant flowers rise
across swooning bay
voice settled in the woodland
good morning Fresia
a lullaby flew
In the Morra nightingales
dancing in the trees
1/13/2014


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Wake Up and Die

I watch the peddles fall but my eyes are dry	
I just can’t remember a better time
Now the skies grow dim and birds won’t fly
Yah there’s nothing I see that’ll make it shine
I see rolling balls and empty hands
The world is shameless for those who can’t even stand
And the man in slacks who speaks on the podium
His lies preaching out how we’re not alone.

So wake up and die		
Dig out your graves		
Prepare for the laughter
Through the haze
Too much loss 
Prevented your gains
Rise up with your brothers
Cause we’re all the same

The bars are easy to fill and life’s been too hard
So quick to get into and not too far
Drinking wasted taxes and politician’s lies
Hiding back your distaste right behind your eyes
Singing about the railroad and the power of love
Shoulda brought them together before they sung
Now they’ve chased them back to a life of pain
Their lies preaching still how we’re all the same

Going backwards 
we can’t accept the past
Moving forwards 
we hope we’ll last
run by lords 
we see power from their hands
walk by love and
we’ll take a stand


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Man In The Mirror

That man, who is that?
He looks weird with that face, flat
Why does it feel like mine?
Why doesn't he look fine?
Is that a reflection of me?
Impossible, can't be!
To him, let me try to talk
Maybe even take a walk
This man I need to understand
Where's he from? What land?
I start to ask questions
To him, they sound like rejections
Yet, he never answered
He only felt flattered
After me he did repeat
All the questions, till I admit defeat
He looked at me with an evil smile
Stared at me for a while
I didn't know what action to take
This unpleasant feeling, I had to shake
I know I got to be strong
Must understand, no matter how long
I have to wait
Patience is a good trait
Maybe he'll fade away
And for sure I'm going to stay
All that didn't seem to matter
His image would never shatter
I try to find a place to hide
To him, my secrets I can't confide
Yet, he knows them all
Every detail, no matter how small
It creeps me out
I want to scream and shout
But people would think I'm insane
Even if I make my story plain
No one would believe me
For I'm the only one who can see
That man and his weird eyes
They’re colored with lies
Scanning every detail
Always without fail
I tried to read his emotions
My trials were met with demotions
Please stranger just leave
My misery, why can you not weave?
There he is, standing still
Chaining my free will
An image never getting clearer
That is the man in the mirror


Details | Quatrain | |

Sorrow of life

Have courage for the great sorrow of life
Patience for the small ones
You laboriously accomplished daily task
Go to sleep in peace Eternal God is awake

10102014


Details | Rhyme | |

That Feeling

I don't know if it is too soon
To speak those words that hold so true.
This message, I feel, will pull us through;
I just want to say, "I love you."


Details | Couplet | |

Our age

Even our serious age
does not make us all sage.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Lyric | |

Hell makers

Trying to rip that off                                                      
Making it a boozy scoff                                                    
Savaging the crepe won't sell                                               
We're the Hell makers

Nagging people blab blab blab                                               
Going crazy like the Bohems far                                             
Follow us to the cavern                                                     
We're the Hell makers

I'm about to bring it on                                                                   
We're not just trivial spawn                                                            
It's real that we live here                                                            
We're the Hell makers

Faking out the faded pain                                                   
Oh my god it's you again                                                    
Don't mock us like crazy                                                   
We're the Hell makers

Tapping out the shaded game                                                 
Pulling it to the makers fame                                          
Alpha! Beta! Gamma!                                                         
We're the Hell makers

Time to go and wrap it up                                                   
Makers anthem you won't dub                                                 
Fall back and remember                                                      
We're the Hell makers


Details | I do not know? | |

Ireland

 Oh Ireland i have seen your beauty
 I have seen your hatred too
 I have heard the songs of rebellion
 The war of words,the words of death.
 You remember Pearce,Connolly and Mcbride
 You forget the children who have died
 Died because of your ignorance
 Died,because of you,the people
 Who stand and watch,then turn away
 When will you learn that no-one wins
 In the game of war and hate
 But everybody loses
 For you, is it too late ??


Details | Free verse | |

Life On The Street

Dried up like a reservoir
In the mid summer heat
The cracks in the ground
Are like
The life lines, upon my face
I have weathered many a storm
As if
I have lived a 100 lifetimes,
Instead of one! 

Bare, rough, dirty feet
Shoes are hard to come by,
These days
Unless, I steal them!
But, then I will become a target
Having something new
It will get stolen from me
By some other gang
Or by some cruel and nasty person!

“Bare feet it is!”
“Less problems, this way!”
Feet are made for walking
I will use them
For what
They are made for!
“Now let’s get something to eat, I am starving!”

Loitering around Hungry Jacks and Macca's
Asking people 
As they walk out
With their hot, delicious, fresh food
For a gold coin or two
Dumpsters and bins
Look nice, today!
Only half eaten, stuff
A lot of wastage!
“Not the freshest stuff, but hey!”
Make do, with what we have!

The sun is shining today
Not sure where to wash though...
Water is scarce, thank god for public toilets
They sure come in handy!
They say it is fun
And you are lucky to have freedom!
But, 
It is a lie we tell ourselves
To remain ignorant
To pretend, we don’t give a damn
But, inside, 
We really do!

For you see ,
There are sacrifices
To the choices you make
When you have to live them, out
“Don’t be a fool!”
Life is no fairytale, on the dirty streets of hell!

During the day, 
The city lights up
It glitters 
As if
It were made out of gold!
It comes alive with people
Rushing here, rushing there, rushing everywhere
Not really knowing, what 
They are presently, doing 
People reminding me of robots, sheep and zombies
Acting as if they are in control of everything
When in fact, they are not!

"Who knows what is around the corner?"
"What is coming, your way!"
Life is unpredictable,
"Beware!"

“Don’t be mislead by the fakes, around here”
“There is plenty of them!”
Eyes are on you,
Down every alley way
Standing on every corner
Watching you
"You, are in ‘our territory’ now!"

“Hold onto your bags tight!”
For, 
I may be lurking behind you
One minute there,
Next minute gone!
It is the nature of the game
As
I snatch and grab your bag
When I see you off guard
Taking your money
Claiming it, as my own
You see,
I need it to survive on!
I'm banking on you, being rich!
I told you
This place is a hell hole
And, 
I meant it!

This dark place
Full of shadows and conscious deceit
Will swallow you up 
Eating, you alive!
You will lose your way
In its pit of endless darkness
There is no Prince Charming’s, out here!
There is no one to save you
There are only damsels in distress
Like me!

No one
Comes to your aid
When you need it the most
You could diminish and disappear one day
Within a blink of an eye!
Without a hint 
Nor trace of you, left behind
No one will see it happen
Because
No one
Opens their mouth up, around here!
So,
Love and appreciate, one another!
Care for yourself and care for others!
Tell your loved ones 
'you love them' often
And,
‘Enjoy' 
The home, you live in!


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


Details | Verse | |

Caution


You'll cry a pond or the ocean,
but who will care?
The one and only, plucky motion
I should've dare.

It's really hard to recover 
from the fever.
'In any case don't let it govern
the gravity lever!'
I'd been taught. It all ended
in conflagration.
Beside the grave knees were bended
in consolation.

I should've learnt: what's born
in flames and fireworks -
a deadly curse, poisoned thorn,
epitaph of forewords.

But noone care, except, maybe,
hysteric loner,
who'd lost the key for the abbey
inside the manor
belonged to misery and tears, 
steady dejection.

I'm glad to face only peers 
in foes' reflection.
I'm glad to thank you for Nothing
which can't be bare,
for that thrown rocks which had roughen
mine soft nightmare.

I'm glad to say, lucky you, 
I'll overcome this..
Although, you know, to tell the truth,
I hope, I won't miss
this perfect script in the clouds,
swing in the garden...
I want to say, at least, wanted... 

I beg you pardon.

{
I love you. 
Pardon.
}

18.03.2013
NikA


Details | Couplet | |

A marriage and a bet

One’s meanness and the other’s foolishness abet
them in arranging both a marriage and a bet. 

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

Let it be

Let it be,
just like the way a tree
never asks when the birds
will return to their nests,
cuddled by its branches

Let it be,
just like the way the sun
shines on us,
without minding whether
some people wish that
it would rain

Let it be,
just like the way the clouds
gather to usher in rain,
without minding whether
some people wish that
it would be sunny

Let it be,
just like the way
a river flows, whether
it has fish or not

Let it be,
and you will cease
to have worries and uncertainties
about life


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Not Trust Jesus


Perhaps things in life have
 taken the “wrong turn.”
Life is passing you by…  
And you’re not concerned?

Things that were important,
aren’t important anymore.
Life just seems to be like one big “revolving door.”…

Your love for people close to you, seems to be gone.
Almost everything you do,
 seems to turn out wrong.

Your life seems to be like a ship
 that’s lost at sea/
You wonder; “why lord, has this
 been happening to me?”

Jesus loves you very much!
  And he understands!
He’\s waiting to pick you up,
 with his outstretched hand!

He’ll replace your loneliness
 with a satisfying love!
And put your life back together,
 fashioned from above!

His perfect love will give you hope
 and a peace of mind!
Why not trust him now?  NOW is the time!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Spinning Song

I look around 
And see everything here is changing. 
The homes, economy,  clothing, 
It’s moving on. 
I wish it would stay the same. 

They say it’s changing for the good, 
But there are so many wrongs to it. 
Crime, anger is lit
In the hearts of men and women alike. 
If only we could have stayed the same. 

In this short time, we continue on, 
Replaying our lives. 
The young baby cries, 
And the old person gives a last breath. 
It’s never the same anymore. 

The old are swept off  
By the calm under their feet. 
Taking steps on with beat, 
Onto a new place that promises more. 
If only I could go there, to be the same. 

Children are remaining 
With memories that survive. 
They wake and revive, 
Starting another morning. 
If only that was the same for me. 

Our memories of old and new
Are spun into two spirals,
Then fade away, and unravels. 
This is how it goes on, 
Like a ribbon, changing formation. 

As for me, 
I sing this song. 
I want to change all wrong, 
But nothing can change with one person. 
I know I could never do so much. 

But I will 
Sing for as long as I can. 
Though this song cannot change man, 
I will try and do my part in the world. 
I can do anything if I try. 

I remember what happened
When I pass on to the next place, 
But it’s engraved in this empty space, 
In my heart, 
So please let me through.


Details | Free verse | |

April

April

Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
Misleading 
And revealing what’s not anymore


When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end


Details | Classicism | |

The Lesson

Try not to make such a fool of yourself in the presence of so many,
You'll get through this crazy life we live with few regrets if any.
   To say your sorry and you apologize and it will never happen again,
Will only be a waste of your time with your family and friends.
   Have no compassion and do not worry because nobody really cares,
Your  feelings inside and what makes you cry you can  not share.
   It's all wrong but it's alright will drive you out of your mind,
Don't let them confuse you if they misunderstand you at any time.
   Keep to yourself these emotions that are bottled up deep inside you,
If you dont and you let it slip there's no telling what they will do.
   Never do you lead but never do you follow just go your own way,
Do these things I tell you because you'll thank me someday.
   There is one last thing I must tell you before I head down the road,
Love , caring and understanding does'nt matter anymore now you know .
   This lesson I got one day when I cared and thought I should be concerned,
How wrong I was to have feelings like that and what I have learned.
TAC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Impact

The hardest thing in life

Is seperatung love from spite ;

Separating the truth, 

Even when you think it sounds right.


If you don't know your enemy,

there's no way you can fight-

And Sometimes the greatest hints are slight ;

As I recall them- 

Laying down at night .


There Is no remorce in self advocacy, 

And no shame in doubting their accuracy;

The intent of others is incalculable,

And you will feel their wrath;

Life is our hourglass- 

So who cares if your an outcast? 


Make the contrast-

Because their *****is all stagecraft; 

Shoot a counterblast,

Stay steadfast- 

And make damn sure it has an impact. 


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | Free verse | |

Small Little Victories

If we break life down into small little victories,
It won't be long until the battle is over,
And before we know it,
The war will be won.


Details | I do not know? | |

To the Nameless Soldier

To the Nameless Soldier

Your orders may come now...

...or at 19h45 this evening.

'Shoot to kill'
'Engage the enemy'
'Hold the line'
'Break up the gathering'

'Ready, aim, fire'

but you have felt too

the stab of hunger
the bite of thirst
the bayonet of loss
the wound of despair

but you have seen too

the pain in a mother's eyes
the grief in a father's face
the incomprehension in a child's down-cast look

'Ready, aim, fire'

but you, the nameless soldier have heard

the cries of the grieving family
the wailing of the widowed wife
the quiet agonizing sound of the child's weeping

'Ready, aim, fire'

your orders may come now
or at 23h30 tonight
or tomorrow
or the day after that
or next week or month or year

but you have seen and felt and heard too

the agony of a peoples' simple desire
the hurt of a nation long bludgeoned
the wounds of your stolen generation

so when that order comes

now

or at 03h30 tomorrow morning
'Ready, aim, fire'

let your humanity muzzle your rifle
let your conscience dismiss the order
let your better side come to the fore 

and let your very own people, your mother and your father, your sister and your brother, your son and your daughter, your friend and your lover
let them live
let them be
let your rifle fall to the soil of your beloved motherland

o' nameless soldier.


Details | I do not know? | |

Writing with a Pen with no Ink

         Hopeless is absence of hope. Black without color is what? The sun has so much energy that it keeps itself growing. Take in the sun's rays. Let it build you as tall as the sky. May your head rest with the clouds.
          Words are written to see if people are listening. One day the world will spin backwords. Ek believes so and that is sober too. Why does one test the waters? Tosee what is out there. The answer is out there. People just do not test the deep waters anymore for fear of running out of fuel and not making it back to were they can breathe easier.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Page So Waging The Age Of Time

The age of time bears acts forbidding...
wrongs, deceit and vice,
In its course worldly facts are riddling, 
as poetry shares its eyes.....

In the age of time, such things of want...
be more so than things of need,
as realities warrant...
such heed being greed,

In the age of time, the wealthiest show,
such boastfulness beyond belief,
while human poverty continues to grow...
in worldwide tribulation to no relief,

In the age of time, destitution keeps rising...
in need of real want and care,
as worldly governments are aware and disguising,
hunger and pestilence toll be to bear,

In the age of time, many are doubting...
true fairness of human law,
and many are shouting,
for justice for one and all,

In the age of time, many are awaiting...
for God to stretch out His hand,
to end all wickedness, tyranny, sheer hating,
thus bring peace throughout the land.


Details | Rhyme | |

Courage...

I never should have said a word, But impulse egged me on; I made sure you understood and heard, I can’t take them back now, they‘re gone; I tried to censor what I said, But it came out loud and clear; After I said them, all I felt was dread, As I hung there lingering in fear; What was I thinking, I may never know, That damn shot of courage did me in; I stand there waiting for the emotional blow, And the tension prickles my skin; And then, suddenly you smile, Hug me and say you do too; Turns out my courage was worthwhile, As I said words long overdue.


Details | Free verse | |

Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


Details | Free verse | |

Going West

to see the hills
and tree's with palm
to feel the ocean on 
my nose
to drink the wine 
and rest on a bar 
to write in the streets 
but sleep in a room
to ride the bus absorbing
the pain
to stare at women and
their legs 
to laugh as my buddy,brother,friend
coughs from the joint. 

to drink for the cheers
of being alive


Details | Free verse | |

Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day


Details | Bio | |

EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Abortion at seventeen

Abortion at seventeen 
=
The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the 
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside.
Your age is seventeen… almost.
This is the age of the quick use and throw.
The shades of black make you take an oath, 
just before sleep, medicated sleep,  
that you won’t attach yourself to
anyone for long. You are cured
from romances, immune from love.

These are the words that belong to past, 
I urge to tell more to see if tears 
are going to make you less of a goddess 
which I think you actually are.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Insignificant Matters

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people things will always be the same
then their would be the blaming game
I write this poem to the Insignificant out their
because they do not deserve the bad stare

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we would not be guessing
people would just plane stressing
I do understand how feeling are
because I do stare into the star

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we could not be our selves
people would just give up and leave things on shelves
I do think people that is insignificant are life batter
because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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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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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


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Am I Concerned for the Lost

Am I Concerned for the Lost?

For the lost souls…
Am I concerned like I should be?
While many slip into eternity!

With each day that passes me by…
There’s another lost soul
That will die!

I’m too busy to give 
  my time to anyone.
I’ll never be able to reach everyone!

I’ve never led a person in
 the sinner’s prayer.
“Why should I waste my time?”
 “Why should I care?”

I know that Jesus wants
me to reach the lost...
But I’ve never thought about
what this would cost!

I know that Jesus
Is the atonement for sin!
And invites all, to be born again!

May I have a desire
 to reach the lost souls!
If one day, I plan to make
 heaven my goal!

With God’s help,
I pray there will be…
People in heaven, because of
HIM loving through me!

By Jim Pemberton


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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


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Universal Children

A child I am, a child of love
Seeking my universal home
Seeking the creator of my being
Building my faith and courage 
Love, my foundation
My spirit, navigating me 
To where I originate from


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Erry or Arry

Sperry
berry,
Marry Mark Terry
Garry
Larry,
and don't forget Kerry...
she likes to eat dairy


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Bright individuals

If individuals are really bright,
they do not strive for looking right. 

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Pretentious

Your so pretentious,
The repetition is endless-
And the conversation relentless;
Though my restraint is tremendous.

Trying to keep cool and collected-
But even I, will be affected.

I'm sick and tired of being falsely 
corrected;
I'm uninterested, in the fact that you feel 
offended,
Unprecedented-
Consider this the new me; reinvented.

-Carly Larkin


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Harsh Light

She walks in to the disco 
Feeling pretty hot
Glances from the others 
Tell her that she’s not.
Killer heels do just that
Lips a cupid bow
Drops her Prada handbag
Wrinkles start to show.
Downs a quick Bacardi
Drinking makes her bold
Confidence is growing
Away from her cuckold.

Geezers in the corner 
Laugh into their pints
Quick one round the back
Better than a fight.
Twenty each, bet is on,
First one out the door
Get another round in
Won’t take long for sure.
Lads all start to cheer him
Barely heard above the beat
Sweat pours down his forehead
Glass beneath his feet.


Heads off to the ladies
Startled by harsh light
Best friend at her side
Two cougars in the night.
She looks into a mirror
Mascara down her cheeks
Wipes her eyes, full of doubt 
The company she seeks.
Another bottled Breezer
The pain will go away
Think about tonight
How to make him pay.

First attempt, chat her up 
Give out some on blarney
Flashy car, lots of cash, 
Time spent in the Army.
Down in one, more to drink 
Atmosphere is cool
Muscle flex, turns her nose
Starts to feel a fool.
Offers her a lift home
Does she want a ride
Drop off by the station
Should she keep her pride.


Love bite on the shoulder
Hopes it can’t be seen
Stomach churns with sickness
How stupid she has been.
Gets home Sunday morning
Feeling really cheap
Clock shows 4 am
Really needs to sleep.
Old man in drunken stupor
Whisky glass beside
Slithers into bed
Sleep is where she hides.

Later in the day
She’ll be chatting on the phone
Talking of the weekend
How she was not alone.
Was it really worth it
It doesn’t solve a thing
Bitter clouds descend
Floor begins to spin.
On the other side of town
Down another street
A wife is full of tears
Her husband is a cheat.


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The Towers of NYC The Day They Fell

Two standing structures standing up so high touching  tha clear blue sky.
Huge white walls on either side, 
Hundreds of windows reflecting the sky.
 Thousands of workers sit at their desks; unaware  of the fear that is growing near.
its 8:45 people still come to arive; but soon they'll be fighting to survive.
The north tower is struck by a plane and  the 1st tower is turned into a flame.
 
Smoke and ash flow throughout the buliding as people below are screaming.
Videos recording, photos been taken.
News choppers are flying while inside the tower people are dying.
Police try to control the streets as every ones heart beats.
 
People believe its just a plane crash but at 9:03 that rumour is smashed.
The second tower is hit as ash covers people in the street like a pit. 
firefighters suit up to enter the blaze but the smoke is so thick there put in a daze.
Panic and chaos is all around; as bodies jump from windows to fall a long way down .
 
fire is burning all around inside as news crews flim the outside .
People are burning and choking and know that time is getting short .
They ring their families to tell them they'll be fine; but in their hearts they know there out of time .
  
The towers come down with a tundering sound as a great symbol of the U.S is now nothing more than a mess.
Bodies are burnt and burried; sadness is in everyones face as New York City is left a dusty angry place . 
Great towers they used to be; but now these towers of NYC  are just ones memory.


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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The Eyes

Eyes peering like stars in the night-
  Pinholes in onyx souls.
Infant eyes wild
  Like promises ricocheting off sanctuary walls.
    Searching with innocence,
      Wide with wonder.
Angry eyes bulging bitter
  Red with pain.
    Piercing, with the passion of hatred,
       Blind to beauty.
Old eyes still.
  Content.
    Full with knowledge consumed and digested.
      Stable.
        Steady.
          Tired.
Eyes moving in waves of confusion down concrete waterways.
  Searching.
    Unseeing.
      Pointed and direct.
        Oblivious to the obvious.
          Aware of one passionate vision-
            No rest.
              No peace.
                Pursuit.
The eyes of the age not seeing.
  The eyes of the age not searching.
    The eyes of the age dry,
      Blurred,
        Fixed.
Moving.
  Pressing.
    Consuming.
The souls of the hungry seeking fullness in a world ignored.
  Love unseen.
    Life unseen.
      Eyes shut for eternity.


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CLEVELAND

the city is closing for the night
stores draw their blinds one by one 
every street is dark save for the dim 
Downtown streetlights bending at the neck

like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers 
and Carnegie have built the city in layers:   
clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels  
what is not there than fortune?  Further Downtown 

has changed with neon lights flashing from 
4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where
they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you  leave 
Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries 
and other places that make Cleveland a great City
of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes 
you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees

yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking
to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family
their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky
and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air

pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost
in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms
the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt
and his lover’s body was once found in the cold snow
it’s his third job of the day but you can’t find eggs on his dinner table

in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge
trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder
like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach
and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry



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And Literature!

Poetry and Music, Astronomy and Math, many interesting
Subjects in this life we would pass: all together
Physics, Biology, Chemistry and Law, History and
Architecture, UFO and NLO (nonrecognized luft objects),
Free Academy of New Knowledge and Modern Literature as
A kind of the International Free University where we
Are Scientist, Author, Expert, Student and Professor,
All are good Philosophers: ask and answer is now here -
Complex task or question, specialist of high science
Qualification: famous poets, artists and humanists,
Teachers and professors of many Arts and Languages,
If they will agree or many good People in the Free
Kiev International English Language University Centres;
Woman, for instance English poetess: 'And better as a
Teacher! It would be much more noise but less stress!'
- She said some days ago, and I think - Now! Go! Yes,
Directress! - How? - Teach us with new, free ideas as
The teachers of language and literature - Mama mias!
For all those who are authors: we are the Teachers!


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His Eyes

His eyes are a cup of warm coffee
With swirls like soft chocolate notes
Deep like the ocean without a trace of blue
Hiding secrets and emotions too;

His eyes are chopped mint leaves
Adding a color like no other
The clover color touches the hearts 
Of all who dare to seek it out;

His eyes are golden flecks
That sparkle with every breath they take
A topaz color like clean jewelry
Scattered among the darkness.


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Everlasting Audition

People die and people live,
People take and people give.
Some take more and some take less,
standing on the line, putting their courage to the test.
Standing and waiting till that day,
where courage alone will not be there to stay.
Living life till the end,
with unexpected bends.
Do I turn right or do I turn left,
drowning in sorrow and bereft.
Internal clock ticking my life away,
Telling me that on earth I can no longer stay.
Friends dropping around me,
desperately trying to make their last plea.
Should I give up now,
and take my final bow.
I no longer have to be afraid,
My life has now begun to fade.
Let the applause roll in,
as I fall into everlasting sin.


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The Wayward Pilgrim

Wayward pilgrims scattered and lost
Frightened beings, low on rations, slowed by frost

Searching for the holy land they wandered astray
Despite prayers for help, they can't but doubt that they'll see another day

They left with so much zeal and hope, so much faith
They felt passion and mirth, they were convinced the lord would keep them safe

They no longer know where they are and the path to travel
Their spirits are tested, their sanity slowly begins to unravel

Some are lost to the thought that God is everything, nothing else exists
Others give in to base survival instincts as it becomes harder to resist

Crisis of the faithful, the beautiful and the damned
It's the answer to challenge that truly reveals every woman and man


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The Importance

What's the importance? 
Where do you stand?
This is my world,
But this is our land,

This is my life
And this is my plea
Let me go wandering 
Let me be free

What's the importance?
In this big world 
In this short life
My path that unfurls

What's the importance?
What do I need?
I want to be simple,
But yet, I feel greed,

What's the importance?
The path that I live,
I let go of the greed,
And finally, I give


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compassion

can you see me?
im probably staring
reading all your subtleties 
pondering, how are you fairing
why am I caring?
not just a question solo, a pairing
when one asks the other
the answer is wearing
instead of details, or something so particular
take chance to set your stance
to look past the base curricular
when i had it in my head
whats before me was lost
so i sit thoughtless and the process
came creeping like frost
realizations colder than 
the tenth of December
a fraction or sliver
turned to silver or better
cause the hint not from squinting
or what someones response is
i can relate in a way 
that forces me to be conscious


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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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A strong wimp

A wimp seems strong 
while in the throng. 

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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FACES

Genuine, yet deceiving to sight.
through every temperature,
tint, hue or degree,
Human,
Humanity,
Invaluable might.

Beautiful, 
still,
when rest is just yearned.

Globally,
Humanity,
whenever you're shown.


I'm proud to have one of many,
there are plenty,
I can be identified by this one,
never another,
would not want to be,
any other.


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Wisdom Jewel

By Gail DeBole
Written on  June 21, 2014
Updated on June 22, 2014

Hanging onto the chain of sunlight
Streaming in her room

She rocks back and forth
In the antique rocking chair

She will become tomorrow's antique
Dangling with a wisdom
That can no longer be shared.


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I Had A Dream

I had a dream that Malcolm X, Martin Luther the King Jr., and Tupac
was speaking to me
Mourning on why our black’s folks are killing each other mourning because
our generation is getting worser
Mourning because they fought for no reason because our blacks now days
don’t appreciate the freedom that we gave them
I hardly see my black brothers going to college educating themselves
I hardly see educated young black women
The only thing I see now is hoes and thugs walking up and down our
streets that we once walk and fought on
And why are my brothers killing each other thinking that our own kind is
the enemy
While some white men is in the background smoking a cigar laughing and
just watching the madness
Tell me why when I look at the black communities the only thing I see is
mothers crying and babies dying
Young black boys carrying guns knowing that they can not handle it
Tell me why I don’t see any real black leaders stepping up trying to stop
the violence so the world can at least get better
Tell me why I don’t see any black leaders stepping up and fighting the
truth like we did back then
I know it will pay a cost but at least you fought for something to change a
nation for ever
And I thought that we would change the mind of black people forever but
it looks like it only did for a little while
Because our eyes are fill with tears when we see young black women
pregnant at an early age can’t even afford to take care of the baby
Where are the mothers to tell them to educate themselves and keep their
legs close because they have plenty of time for love
Where are the fathers now days when their son has a full loaded gun ready
to take someone else life
They pull the trigger because they don’t hear that one voice they want to
hear to tell them to stop
They don’t have a father figure in their house so they feel left out when
they see other young men their age with fathers
Tell me why when I hear music now days it doesn’t make sense anymore
Black brothers rapping now talking about killing their own brother and
calling their own black sister out their name
 
But about thirty years ago our black men respect each other and didn’t call
women out their name
Black women weren’t hoes instead they were educated strong women that
fought against ignorance
Tell me why people don’t listen to us anymore
They just watch the tape and don’t listen to what we had to say
They don’t even open their eyes to see the real truth we told and explain
they don’t even care about what we been through or what we had to give
up so our blacks could have freedom
  I only hope you can change the world Donta go and tell our people to
educate their selves and stick together
So one day you and our black brothers and sisters can change the world


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Stoner Head

The stoner mind is simple and blind

The stoner signs are waved jovial and wide

The stoner wine is drunk slowly with puckered lips
-with savored bliss

'Can I have just one more kiss? '
-on the cheek
One for the road? 
I want something to think about all the way home

Forgo's truth...
For the stoner demands proof

So spoof in a poof of smoke as he acts remote
Poke the hole in the mote

And let people have their chokes
-after dinner jokes

Burning 'till they turn pink

Or else ending up head first in the sink
Gravity bongs could bring heaven to yee
Gravity songs could bring out the Ecstasy...


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


Details | Didactic | |

Its Not to late For Change contest

If it was 1942 
Relationships would carry substantial views
Since about 1983 
Things have changed drastically

Backwards, zig- zaged, upside-down 
Destroyed traditions have become muted sound
Men are getting milk for free
While feasting on all the meat they can eat
They have no reason to buy the cow or compliment it with a vow

Trying out the goods before paying full price
A generation who hears the word marriage and thinks twice
I’d have to blame it on the 60's babies 
They started getting divorced and made everything crazy

Now what sense is it to have a child and than move in?
Not to mention it’s a biblical sin
God’s word never changed His people suddenly did
He wanted parents to be married when they had a kid

They use to ship a girl away that got pregnant before she began to show
Now there are many men that pick up and just go
We are in an age that is afraid to fully commit
Yet we have no problem doing everything else with charm and wit
The results of this lifestyle has caused nothing but chaos and pain
How many people go to court for child support every day and are in need of financial gain

Let’s not forget the teens that have followed in this lead
They meet some teenage boy and think that love means having his seed
Children are raising children while young adults are living together before its time
What’s the point of marriage if you have already drank the whole bottle of wine

If you think this is normal or that marriage is for the lame
Wait another 20 years and watch how damaged and filled with shame
Our future children will wonder why no one stays together for long
They will write it in poems and sing it in their songs

It was not just a religious belief it was the right thing to do
Fall in love get married then have a baby or two
Women are wasting their lives with a man for years
 If you live together and aren’t married he will end up bringing you to tears

And if you do get married what is there to look forward to, tax right offs I suppose
Because by the time you have married you have formed thorns around your precious rose
There were no talk shows featuring “you are not the father” back then
People had one partner until the very end

Let’s not forget about the problem with STD's
They run ramped like birds in vibrant trees
Before long people will have to carry a safety card
To prove their privates aren’t strangely scarred
All avoidable, yet it keeps getting worse
When will we wake up and finally hit reverse?



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'he was once the king'

~*~ he was once the king cheesy picture art display Elvis on velvet ~~**~~ ~*~


Details | I do not know? | |

For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


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For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


Details | Couplet | |

Professorial glasses

Often even professorial glasses 
don't help heads not to look like asses.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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no happy ending

Starting to feel like I’m cursed
I want to work
But I’m tired of applying for job after job
It’s not in my heart to drug deal or rob
It’s a struggle to keep my desire
I haven’t got the experience they require
How can I get that experience when they won’t hire
Not afraid to walk through the fire
Not afraid to get burnt
Made mistakes but I’ve always learnt
When will I get a chance, when will I get my turn
I’ll work my ass off, but don’t care about the respect you earn
I’ll earn it but don’t care if you like me or not
I’ll fight for the spot
Don’t fear the height or the drop
The day I give up my life will be lost
My heart will have had to stopped beating
If wishes came true, right now I’d be in bed with Michelle Keegan
Instead of writing this
But I’m writing because I can’t quit
Follow none, I’ll create my own footsteps
My only options are achieve and success
That’s the only way for me
These days it’s guts and no glory
You can risk it all and have no change
Which just adds to the pain
So you’re stuck in the same boat
Trying to remain afloat
No outfits, you can’t even change clothes
It’ll make your heart weaker and brain explode
Make you want to give up
Have you wondering if you did enough
But I’ll never allow you to see me stressed out
Chest out
Bigger smile than ever before
Used to being left out
Sat writing in my room, read the sign on the door
GET OUT
All I have is a dream and my pad
Trying to get everything I never had
We live in a messed up world 
The guy doesn’t always get the girl
I wish we could live in a world of fairy tales and pretending
But there’s no such thing as a happy ending 


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EFFECTS CAUSED BYMULTIPARTISM IN A DEMOCRATIC STATE

The word Democr,now days all African nations engaged in democracy together with  multipartism ,such countries are Tanzania ,KENYA,UGANDA,MALAWI,ZAMBIA,MALI,GHANA e.t.
           HUMAN RIGHT;This is a positive effect of multiparty in democratic state of African continent,wherever there is democracy human rights ia respected by the rulling  Government.such countries which respect human right under umbrella of democracy are KENYA,TANZANIA,UGANDA,BURUNDI,DRC,MALI,CHAD,SUDAN,ZAMBIA e.t.c
          RIGHT TO CHOICE;In ademocratic Government which undergo  multipartism such as KENYA,TANZANIA,SOUTH AFRICA,UGANDA e.tcall her people have got right to choice which political party  to vote or who to vote for,for example btn RAILA and KIBAKI in KENYA,or between KIKWETE and  SLAA of ccm and chadema respectively;such political party to choice are such as  CCM,CHADEMA,CUF,UDP,NCCR-MAGEUZI,and in SOUTH AFRICA  btn ANC  and opponent party
         RULE OF LAW;Rule of law means that nody is over the law he/she musy respect the law ,that indicates that if get with any crime ,and then after investigation  he/she become a criminal the law must Take action as normal people  regardless of his/her  position  in a rulling Government, a good example is from ex prime Liberian presiden CHALES TAYLOR,AMATUS LIYUMBA OF  BOT ,EX COMMANDER OF RWANDA AND BURUN
           FREE AND FAIR ELECTION;In ademocratic  nation such as TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,SOUTH AFRICA etc,during the announcement of general election ,the process and all arrangement of it is free ,all parties representative are allowed to chech the all process,even to enter poling stations whether street or national election ,this  story is elaborate more about free and fair election. 
    CONSITUTION AMENDMENT;Due to  presence of democracy in African continent  ,the amendment of  constitution is done by  public as we  know that  all curren  constitutions  are from colonialist ,therefore the rulling  Government  must make changes on it in order to be current/uptodate for example when  we look on TANZANIA ‘S CONSITUTION  is  from  BRITISH, Also KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,and in other hand  the old one  may bring conflict  as we saw in KENYA,TANZANIA .
   FREEDOM OF THE PEOPLE;In a democratic state like  TANZANIA,KENYA ,all people  compare to other countries which lies on another branch of GOVERNMENT like monarch,union,for example  in TANZANIA,KENYA,UGANDA,ZAMBIA,MALAWI,people are free everywhere ,they can move from one place to another,in east   Africa we have the so called  EAC[EAST AFRICAN COMMUNITY],That  include  KENYA,TZ,UGANDA,RWANDA,AND BURUNDI ,All people  within this cooperation are free to live  any where,Apart from those positive effects ,there also  some negative effects  which are;-
   LOW DEVELOPMENT;In some some ares where there is wars like northern KIVU also may affected by poor to the majority in that place ,also agood example is northern NIGERIA  is characterized by low development  in deed ,southern sudan ,Somalia,mali,Rwanda and Burundi   due to long term wars.
   CIVIL AND TRIBAL WAR;this is also  one  of the negative effect of  democracy caused by politicians in Africa  .it may rise into war due to misunderstanding among  themselves as politicians or with the GOVERNMENT  it may be  civil war or tribal  wars,for example  what happed to KENYA due to  2007 general election whereby KIKUYU  hate LUO,KIKUYU HATE KALENJIN ,RAILA is luo  man  and he won  but kibaki kikuyu man  denied to leave position /chair to the winner  who was  RAILA  ODINGA,Between KABILA PRESIDENT OF DRC AND REBELS FROM RWANDA[M23] this war is civil war ,alshabab  and Somali GOVERNMENT,BOKO HARAM  AND NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT,REBELS OF MUSLIMS  AND MALI’S GOVERNMENT,FORMER SUDAN  AND  SOUTHERN REBELS,UGANDA AND  LORD RESISTANCE ARMY.This story  may help people to change  and learn how to use  democracy effectively,also CHAD,CENTRAL AFRICA REPUBLICAN with rebels.
                     RELIGIUOS WARS;As what we are seeing in  NIGERIA,ZANZIBAR ,KENYA ,  this may result in to  the rise of  terrorist like al queda,alshabab ,booko haram , not only  this story can touch  African continent but also  other continents like ASIA,MIDDLE EAST,LATIN AMERICAN, FAR EAST ,EUROPE,,AUSTRALIA ,agood example  is rebels tamil taiga and  SRILANKA’S GOVERNMENT,INDONESIA  WITH MUSLIMS REBELS.
       
                                                        MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
                                                                            AM 
                                                            WENSISLAUS JOSEPH CHIMBA
                                                                         P.OBOX6311,

                                                                                          MBEYA TANZANIA
                                                       

 


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End of the line

I see a boy who doesn't fit in,
The others see a jock.

I see an unhappy boy,
taken for granted,
and tossed aside when thing get hard.
 
The others see a boy with a perfect smile,
happy in life,
and fits in with the crowd.

I see a plastered smile,
a wounded soul,
and a broken heart.

Others see a charming jokester,
loving towards what is his,
with a carefree life. 

Others can replace him, 
I want to keep him.

He does not notice me,
I wait in line,
others cut me,
all they want is the newest toy, 
I want love for him and me,
all I get is disappointment.

His sad eyes call to me,
he will look but will not see.

I am the invisible, 
the lost,
the hurt,
the lonely,
and the forgotten.


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A VIP

A VIP while making pee 
looks like a not-quite VIP.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Ghostwriter

I want you to know my name,
Before you know my face.
I desire that the fame,
Surrounds each word I say.

I'd struggle in the light;
I'd like to hide away.
Let every word I write,
Be inside the picture frame.



©2014 Honestly JT


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Jesus Is A True Foundation For Your Marriage

As a child, in church, I was raised.
Taught the Bible 
and the Christian ways.

At an early age, I invited Jesus in.
Learning what was right 
and what was sin.

I looked up to my parents--I really did.
I was so proud of the
way they lived.

They were the world to me--
I was so proud.
Then one day there appeared 
a very dark cloud.

This cloud hovered over my parents, 
whom I loved so dear.
Soon the ugly face of divorce
was soon to appear.

I prayed for them-
I desperately tried.
The many nights I lay 
awake and cried.

How could this happen?
 I often wondered.
To have a wonderful marriage
so utterly plundered.

A sin crept in--and was
allowed to prevail.
Soon this marriage 
began to fail.

Let this be a warning to me and to all.
Playing with sin will cause us to fall.

If your life is heading 
toward a separation,
build your marriage on Jesus--
a true foundation! 

He can Do what no 
other power can do...
And give NEW meaning
 to the words; "I LOVE YOU!"

By Jim Pemberton 
 2008


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Dining A' La Carte

"Would you like barbeque chicken,
or country steak with gravy?"
"Uh, huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Her tablemate drools, bottom lip
hanging. He stares at his menu,
waiting for someone to take his order.
An aide rolls a wheel chair to the table 
for four. "Stay there!"
Her harsh tone seems inappropriate
for the tiny lady with frizzy curls.

"Mom, what would you like for dessert,
butterscotch pudding or chocolate cake?"
"Uh huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Leftward movement draws my eye.
Frizzy curls is on the move.
She's booking out of the dining hall,
fast as her feet can peddle.

The trays arrive. I unwrap cutlery,
pour milk, place Mom's bib around her neck.
Her table-mate digs in, unassisted.
Mother stares at her plate, picks up 
her fork, pokes at her food.
The fourth place at the table 
remains empty.



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The philosophy of marriage

The philosophy of marriage

 Marriage is a thing
That must not be force
Seen so many people
 Ends up in divorce

Once you get marry
The friendship is lost
And you can’t make it back
To the bridge that was cross

They start to find Faults 
In what was cute before
Then it gets frustrated
When love walks out the door

You know I love you
More than words can say
But if we get marry
We could lose that one day

Some people gets marry
To start a life together
And some marriage has to 
Face all kinds of weather

Not every couple is happy
Deep down in their hearts
I bet they all were happier
Before the marriage talk starts

They says it’s all about love
But I don’t think it’s true
It’s about trust and respect
That sticks it like crazy glue

Many want their children
To be born in a married home
But how many ends in divorce
Leaving their children alone

 Know a lot of people who 
Wish they never get marry
All because they rush in
Was in to much of a hurry

Don’t get me wrong
Some marriages are right
If its build on respect
And they do not fight

When bad words are said
Like fire it can burn
And something is lost
That cannot be return

First couples are dating
Become husband and wife’s 
Then starts to annoy each other
For the rest of their life’s

Love is a wonderful thing
To have someone who cares
But because of a wedding ring
It can quickly disappear

The love we have is special
We feel each others pain
Let’s preserve this love of ours
So no more wedding talk again


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Commander

I feel invisible. And Christmas feels like another terror crisis for families. I design 
every city, feel no pity for this except, and  can't travel and have romantic sex in the 
cities with my princess Jaclyn. I will make the Da Vinci Code book come to life as 
I read out loud at any (crowded place.) I will prove why the United States of 
America is invincible, how I make all people and products possible. Can display 
any where, we are in my supervision, which is a controlled environment.  I am a 
super power who created the best super power country, I have and continue to 
bless North America. We are one world divided by religion.  So we are still 
divisible. Anybody who knows the english language should be able to tell nobody 
chipped in to create the language and titles of companies. The rhymes, the 
articulate ways to play with sound. Only one person could do this for the reason 
of trying to reach you.  All I can do is play with tv and family. Only if I had allies 
there would be no defects. I hate marketing our life spans. You can believe or if 
not, you just sided with the devil when youdon't believe, and I hate to make 
people decide on their lives. Example is suicide.I hate to be evil. Need money to 
get out of my house.   Its lame to see people blame. This is not a game, I want 
change. I am royalty with not enough loyaltists. If this persists, people will keep 
on perishing. Allah is allowed to have a career in reality, since I am the most 
creative.. All I know is I is he, he is I. I even 
created the aloe plant. We can start to heal families, and I prove I gave all "Family 
Ties". I build on what I build. The world is mine. One day it will be ours. If read 
this I wouldn't  wait till my ressurection of making the future making cycle , 
beacsue I don't feel comfortable. I hate to create insurgents, I created the internet 
to reach the world.  I designed the internet. You bet its a playhouse,like Wynmoor 
on Cococnut Ceek Blvd. I get illusions from the word conk=cock or (count.) I get a 
scroll or dimensional pop up before me of the pearl of a girl.  Love handles really 
means for drawers on furniture. Don't pull love handles but put you weight on it, 
like railings at banks and Disney World. I made the design of slang for the 
reason to rap it up. People are using the wrong words which makes our lives 
miserable. I would like to progress, but still no progress of reply. All I need is one 
mic, and money to come out and play. My souls' sold on dvd's and cd's around 
the globe! Its a goddy god world."


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The Professor's Career at an End


The lecturer behaves 
in such an intimate way
not taking the standard distance
that is derived from the 
model of aristocracy, 
innate superiority 
parenthood. 

The students believe 
cracks in the demeanor of the teacher 
mean that knowledge, 
power, 
the power of knowledge 
is going to leak 
like warm gas 
and that the teacher will deflate 
hissing onto the classroom floor.


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Leah-Lynn

when they come for you
with a fistful of “legal”
excuses,
covered in camo, bearing guns &
battering rams,
when they handcuff you &
the people you live with,
when they turn your house upside 
down &
accuse you of being in places
that you haven’t been,
when they make you aware that
they know what you write about,
what you paint, what you sing about &
that they know who your friends are,
what your ideas are &
that sooner or later
they think they’re gonna get
us all---remember those like
Leah-Lynn Plante who refused to
cooperate,
remember her silence when they 
want you to speak &
ruin the lives of all those around you
fighting for a better life,
remember that she’s been locked up
with the key thrown away at 24 years of
age to stare at the wall for at least a year,
remember that no progress has ever 
come from complacence, compliance &
convention,
for this is an age of interrogation,
this is an age of rounding up people who
disagree with the status quo,
who refuse to take part in a system 
that has more care for profit than
people---
one to follow those before &
one that will be followed, no doubt,
by those to come---
until the empire falls or is 
broken apart from within,
allowing the possibility of something new
to grow,
not out of greed & opulence,
but from compassion, intelligence &
honesty.


write her in solidarity: 
Leah-Lynne Plante
#42611-086
FDC SeaTac
PO Box 13900
Seattle, WA 98198


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Old Age??

My age is getting up there
middle age is knocking on my door
They say I shouldn't worry...
I'm only thirty four.

I'm noticing the wrinkles.
I sense that double chin
is creeping right up on me.
Fight gravity?? I can't win!

I use to feel so youthful.
I thought I'd never age.
Back then I planted flowers.
Today I'm growing sage.

Sometimes I forget my own age.
It's not that I contrive.
Like when I wrote my bio here
I SAID I'M THIRTY FIVE!!

Is that a sign of old-age?


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The Prestige of Portrait People Preserved in Paintings.

Pickled like gherkins in vinegar

Crystallised forever in sugar

Set and translucently Jellied ...

Hung like smoked, salted meat

Pigments crushed from earth
brushes from fine animal hair

Is it because they freeze
the sitter's image which

survived as the best image 
of the sitter for millineums?

Linseed oil Egg tempera hand
mixed by devoted apprentices

Were paintings used for 
communication to the viewer

Eyes moving behind the paintings..

before humans could read 
or write?

To capture the likeness prior
the invention of  photography?


Details | Light Poetry | |

To be old Where is the Joy


Although we cannot escape the aging process who of us wants to be old
where you feel fragile and ill and every step you take could be the last before
a break of a bone, or fall down the stairs. Is there any joy in being old, well
some may say to a degree, but the majority say as you and me you will have to wait
and see. 

Well I imagine it is a real burden at times for the elderly folk these days as they feel
deserted and cut off from society and the changes they have experienced brings
disturbed, mixed feelings about life.  I fully respect the elderly as they deserve it 
to get to a grand old age is rare it also shows that there is still some genuine younger ones who do really care for the older ones. As we all either have or have had Grandparents in our life at somepoint, and how lovely it is to sit and listen to them and show love and concern for their welfare.

It surely is something to get to eighty,ninety years or beyond in this day and age as they reach
this stage in their life they may ponder on what they have accomplished and acheieved in them many years, is there something they can leave to family or friends. Memories they cherish before life in their midst may perish.


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getting rid of words to breed good little citizens

we are living in an age when people would rather cover 
their ass than think about what they say,
when people would rather try to censor the way we speak
than look at the reasons that we say the things that we
do &
kids are getting the full beating treatment,
as schools in nyc are proposing a new ban of words
which appear on standardized tests,
tests which like all methods of evaluation
are skewed by those who create them,
representing the views & the discrepancies of the
creators,
so of course,
the blame needs to be removed from those who insist upon
dragging children through the mundane & futile assessments 
neath’ the guise of ceasing the 
“upsetting” of the kids.

in this age of irresponsibility,
of the quickest way to fix our frustrations,
“precautions” are being taken, 
in order to mold kids into good little law abiding citizens---
rather than to allow them to think for themselves,
rather than to prepare them for the real & horrible world
in which they are about to be thrown into,
an attempt is being made to 
censor them,
keeping them from having to see words like “evolution” or
“poverty,” 
“terrorism,” 
“homelessness” or
“catastrophes” &
what kind of bubble do the test-makers think these kids are 
going to be able to live in?
what insane parents sitting on the boards think that 
pulling more words from tests, 
will do anything but draw more attention to those words?
what kind of subliminal mind**** newspeak is this?

teachers sound as if they are going further than before
to try & make kids 
who will never say anything offensive
because they will hardly ever speak their mind &
in doing so, they’ll be the best damn americans that
our tax dollars can buy---
start em’ when they’re young &
instead of letting them learn about life through experience,
try to avoid it
whenever possible.



Details | I do not know? | |

image

Every image that we see
Are visions that just came to be
Once its light invades the eye
That frame of time begins to die...
To perceive the very next
Is common sense not intellect
So if it starts to look the same
then never try to change its name...
Just amend your point of view
So you can filter what is true
And not be blinded by a glare
That waits for blinks to disappear...
Watch the frames in their succession
It may bring forth a confession
So you're likely to believe
The image one proclaims to be...





Details | I do not know? | |

The Gift of Song

We are all prisoners at one time or another in our lives-Imprisoned in our minds imprisoned 
by the dictates of our environment; by the expectations of our society, etc.
Yet, we survive. Through it all, hope and our deep, enduring faith in our God keeps us alive 
from generation to generation.

It’s the year 1835, and there she stands on a rickety wooden platform
Where countless before her had stood desolate and dejected
She looked disheveled in an old cotton dress
Two sizes too big for her tiny frame
Her tattered boots caked with mud from the stall
Where livestock was kept for the market 
A large crowd of men and women had gathered

A river of faces were in view yet not one was familiar 
None similar to hers in sight except for the lonely
Carriage driver sitting upright and seemingly unconcerned with 
The situation playing out less than ten feet away from him
At the age of twelve when girls her age were at play
Here she was stands on an auction block
Awaiting her fate, to be re-sold for a purse full of coins

These faces in the crowd leer at her and she feels like a freak
Hunger and pain gnaw at her belly and mind
Her body trembles in fear and she feels a chill though it’s summer
Hot tears stream down her smooth black cheeks
Wishing her Mama was here. “Where are you, Mama?” 
In silence she cries deep within, and her thoughts are interrupted 
By the crack of the whip that cuts body and soul!

Pt. II contn’d


Details | I do not know? | |

A teenage girl living a crazy world

I’m just a teenage girl living in a crazy world
Sitting in this green chair
Looking at the beauties of nature
Two black birds flying in a pair 
You can see they look up to each other with care
I’m living in a crazy world with drugs and alcohol everywhere
And when you pass by those who are addicted they just look at you and stare
I’m a teenage girl living in a crazy world 
I see many people hanging out with gangs 
But I never see them lending others a hand 
I’m living in a crazy world 
Where there exist abortions 
The word for killing babies 
And all those who abort, they are all who were to be mothers
It is not necessary to abort a child, 
So tender and mild
It’s a crazy world out there for a teenage girl 
Im living in a time of war were people are stupid and they go killing each other 
And so many of those people have left
Their mother and fathers 
And all those who said I will be there ‘till the end
It’s crazy out there for a teenage girl who doesn’t know why she’s here  
A girl who only fears reality and the consequences 
When she passes the wrong fences
I’m just a teenager living in this world
So many things that I can’t change but no matter what it is,
It will still be my world,
Because this is what was given to me at birth


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Jennie Butler

Hour upon unending hour,
day upon unending day,
quietly, in her prison, our
dear Jennie Butler lay.

No curses did she utter,
never once did she complain,
though hands and feet were gnarled,
swollen, and burning with pain.

Instead, she smiled, told us jokes,
those she often would repeat,
and sing to us the old songs,
in tones pleasant and sweet.

Down the hall outside her room,
other voices mingled there,
mumbling and babbling
or calling out in despair.

No one came to visit her,
no one we could recall,
though she waited patiently,
no one ever came at all.


 


*Aunt Juanita's roommate in the Nursing Home. Also written in free verse (Cameo Acquaintance)


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Texas 60 years before my birth

If sixty years before in my place of birth
had I been living in that Texas town Fort Worth.
With long horn steers moving to and fro
what would I have done, where would I go?
Herding cattle or breaking broncs
or gambling cards in honky-tonks.
Getting drunk and in gunfights 
loving dance hall girls in tights.
I could been one of the town's shop resident.
A blacksmith's son or the only bank's president.
I could have been the town law, killing when called upon.
Or an undertaker burying those dead at dawn.
A wanted outlaw quick on the draw
disappointment to my ma and pa. 
A shouting preacher Sunday mornings
with hell fire damnation warnings.
I could have been any these people of Texas history
sixty years before my birth, in eighteen hundred eighty three.


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So I'm One Of You

So I'm one of you,
No matter what place I come from,
No matter what place I call home,
No matter whose blood 
Flows each day through my veins -
It is only the power 
Of mind that will reign,
No matter what language 
My countrymen speak,
First of all, in a man 
It's a heart that you seek. 
In this boundless world 
We're all nothing but dust,
But we all have a heart,
Able to love and to trust.
In each language these words 
Mean the same as in yours.
Poor or rich, black or white -
It's not our choice,
But for peace we will fight,
Will be heard every voice!
Since the first breath I made
Have for freedom all rights,
I'll get over the pain
For my freedom and life!
In your sins you blame all
Who are different or weak -
That's denying your fault,
Helplessness... don't you think?
Fight for life, fight for all,
And you'll get freedom, too.
In this strife for our world 
I am still one of you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hands that Held the Rein

Locked in the history through the doors of his mind
Are the remains of an unwritten contract he signed.
The rules he lived by with his own flesh and bone,
Wrote in his blood and signed alone.
An Indian father or a Spanish bride,
The white mans greed won’t alter his stride,
The black mans courage with endurance within,
Mixed with trials errors and mortal sin.
Through the hardship and horses through courage and pain
These are the hands that held the rein.

Annie Oakley, Kitty Wilkins and Bell Star,
Combined lace with leather and created a gender scar.
From Picket, Custer, and Crazy Horse,
These are only a few who would not alter their course.
And those less know on Oregon’s trail, 
Who sold all they had and to the west set sail.
Chisholm, Goodnight and French, some of the Cattle kings,
They all are the reason a cowboy sings.
And their blood still flows through our veins, 
These are the hands that held the rein.

Forgive them for they knew not what they done,
As they settled the west with hand and gun.
Fought for open space they went through,
Not knowing that greed and politics followed them too.
Restless by nature a curious kind,
Searching for answers they will never find.
An unwritten code he rides for the brand,
It pumps through the veins into the soul of this man.
He gathers those memories and tries to remain,
These are the hands that held the rein.

Writing no letter for he can’t but he would,
To who he’s not sure but it is understood,
There is no place to send it anyhow,
So he saddles his pony and rides for the cow,
Sings a song and says a poem in rhyme,
To cut the quiet and pass the time.
That helps keep the stories of his horse and life,
As he sings of a friend and dreams of a wife.
Through the doors of his mind those memories remain,
For these are the hands that held the rein.
Like shuffling a deck he’s held in his hand 
He has gambled his life and made a stand,
And made a vow he will try to fulfill,
With the luck of the draw his blood flows still.
To the next generation, with changes in time,
We still hear his stories in song and rhyme.
And if one more day could be spare 
For the songs sung and poems shared 
Let him live just one more day,
Let him ride for the brand and draw his pay.
In our future let our history not be in vein,
For our hands are now what hold the rein.  


Details | Rhyme | |

The man with the golden mask

darkest hour of December night                                                
emanates a man here to fight                                                      
seeks revenge for the poor and feeble                                         
holds the eye of a focused eagle                                                  
wears a golden mask to conceal                                                    
has an identity which he never reveals                                              
the mask so solid; holds for veil                                                             
laden with tiny minuscule detail                                                     
never does he let his mask withdraw                                                  
for he's here to aid skint and bourgeois


Details | Free verse | |

Doom is a four letter word just like love.

We were doomed from the start.
I have a bad reputation and a big mouth.
I hid behind an eight ball and fake smile
I masked it with pretty things and insight
Ring around the rosie and we all fall down.

Seeing through the world through the eyes of a newborn.
Digging a grave every night of my life.
I will never have a relevant lover.
I will never have a relevant bride.
And I thought you were stronger then I

Just take the leap come on sweetheart.
Can't I be your comic book villain.
I got a heart as frozen as a rock.
She's got eye's that will light up the sky.
Let the smoke fill up the room.

My immune system is setup for failure
Everything I do is to make me sick


Ignore all the sirens
Ignore all those lights.
Covered in a black bag on the stretcher
But I'm not your problem at all.
We all live to die. -

I thought you had the courage to be my bridge.
I thought you had the courage to be my bride.
With reason we can hide behind a fable.
With treason we can hide behind who's wrong.
And I'm human and we all make mistakes.


Details | Free verse | |

new beginning

Welcome to a new beginning
No more worrying about what’s gone
This is when we start winning
And finding out where we belong

No more crying over the past
Only looking ahead 
No more looking back
You’re a long time dead

Enjoy every moment you’re here
Savour every second
Sometimes you have to take a step-back to see clear
This is all about progression

If you fall, then get back up
Scars will scab
There’s no such thing as luck
It’s all about how you sue the heart you have

This is a new beginning 
A fresh start
Don’t worry about sinning
Everyone has even the best hearts

No more worrying about what people think
Not listening to a word they say
This is a brand new beginning 
And it starts today

Your future is unknown
But you have a big say in it
You can’t change anything that’s gone
But follow your path and stay with it

This isn’t the best I’ve ever wrote
I wrote it on a 10 minute bus journey
But this is a new beginning
And forgetting all that hurt me

This is the moment we start winning 
You survived it all before with a stressed heart
Well this is a new beginning
So you know you can survive when you get scars 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Can You Hear Me Now?

In the Bible the book of James reads like a Shakesperian play
With words that are archaic and not used as much these days
James writes of his concerns about how to lead an ethical life
How one should communicate in order to follow the ways of Jesus Christ
But in society today proper language seems to have gotten lost somehow
Can you understand what people are saying, can you hear me now?
For It's not so much as what you say, but It's how you say it.

Ebonics, street lingo and generation X slang words
It's not so much  about can you hear me, 
but do you understand what you have heard
"Put some frosting on your bling-bling"
Now what in the heck does that mean?

Some rap music isn't so bad, 
If you can comprehend the main point
But most of those songs seem to address violence 
and the gangster life in the joint

We need to set an example with the proper Christian tone
Re-teach the youth of today to communicate
in a language that's not all their own
May God make them the instruments to carry forth His story
Pray that they come to understand the with Him, there Is glory

Can you hear me now? a slogan that Verizon does use
Can you understand me now with the words that I choose?
The diversity in the university
Is just a sign of the individuality
There's nothing wrong with being unique 
and marching to the beat of a different drum
BUt can you hear me now 
and do you understand where I'm coming from?



Details | Rhyme | |

Fear

What causes the fear that people feel, 
When there scared and have to face the truth. 
What cause that fear that people feel, 
When there in love and have been hurt. 
What is it that there afraid to face, 
When fear is at the door. 
Do they think that they can just walk away and not face it head on. 
Because when you turn your back on that fear, 
It follow's you night and day. 
It creeps up when you least expect it, and haunts you everyday. 
Fear is just another disease that's waiting to be cured. 
But the cure is not in a bottle, a vile or a store. 
The cure is made from what's inside you. 
The courage that you have. 
But to use it, you must believe that fear is not all that you have. 
Use what courage you can, to bring yourself forward and stand tall. 
And the next time your afraid, remember fear is never far from the fall. 





Details | I do not know? | |

Being With You

I don't care about the age difference
I don't care about what other people think

All I care about is being with you!

You make me laugh
You make me smile
You make feel human again

I don't care about the age difference
I don't care about what other people think

All I care about is being with you!

People can laugh
People can talk
People can spread viscious rumours

I don't care what other people think
I don't care about the age difference

All I care about is being with you


Details | I do not know? | |

Images

As I think back to what once was 
I glance at my image and think of the things that time does
Old I have become, aged and wise
The pace of life and responsibilities I despise
I miss my youth,
I can see what time has done
And I wonder, oh I wonder
If other’s can appreciate what type of man I have become

This image of me I miss
This is what I used to be
When life was simpler
And living, learning and loving was all I needed to see
I wish with all my heart
That I could get back to that place
The youthful approach
That in life I used to face

And then all at once
The image that life has caused to hide
Was just beyond the surface
It stood there before me
It was always inside.
My image is simply that and no more
So I needn’t try to change it
Or treat it as a door.

It is not your image to which you are defined
But your actions in life
That you use in the expense of your time
This life is both a gift and a test
No burden of the heart is best
And there are three images of yourself that matter most
Your image for your spouse, your children
And to he, the holy ghost.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Body's Wish

Oh how I wish he would take care of me,
we’re not getting any younger he must see.

Ever since the day he learned to walk and run,
we’ve gone to great lengths to have fun.

Early on at the young age of three,
he was climbing and fell out of a tree.

Rushed to the hospital to access the harm,
luckily it was only a broken arm.

Then at the age of only six,
yet another broken bone to fix.

While playing on the roof so high,
he slid off to meet the ground hard and dry.

The result was not one but two broken feet,
so having to use crutches was quite a treat.

Because getting around was no longer something of ease,
he couldn’t go as he would please.

Then while playing ball at the age of eight,
received a broken nose while at the plate.

Several broken bones and many bruises later,
he has become a sports spectator.

The safety of the sideline is where he needs to be,
so that he can take care of me.







Details | Acrostic | |

OFW

On the Arabian Desert, I deeply burned my skin
Venturing out this strange land of hooded prince
Endless sleepless nights, mother serves, with tea
Rushing into the basement, to iron master’s plea
Singapore, a three steps, from our wooden door
Every morning, sister’s scrubbing a marble floor
As, she listen to silent cries, of younger brothers 
Sailing, day and night, in seven seas of thunders!

Feeding our worn minds, with courage and love
Inspire us, with your words, O, Father up above!
Let your holy spirit guide us, from dawn to dawn
I beg you; protect us, including siblings, at home
Pampering the young and the old, of the G-Eight
In return, my true Master, for you, I will not be late
Now, sons and daughters, of Pearl of Orient Sea
Of things, be honest and true, and as always be!

Working diligently; for it is in your noble blood
Overcoming all the trials, have your faith in God 
Run not embracing the edge, of sharp-blade knife
Keep the spirits high; for it’s just a temporary life
Even if, you are, mean workers, in foreign realms
Ruin not, your dignity, with these pieces of dimes
Sisters and brothers, live proud, O precious mine!


Dedicated to all OFW
 
..for your courage and sacrifices in helping keep 
the economy of our motherland afloat. Mabuhay!



Details | Free verse | |

It is Good (Part II)

Still, there were no sea creatures, no birds, no land creatures,
And there was neither man nor woman;
Yet, God saw that it was good.				             #11

Since there were no living creatures on the earth, 
God created the great whales and every living thing
With which the water teems.  He also said, "Let birds fly
Above the earth in the open sky," and God saw that it was good
Blessing them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply."
And there were evening and morning- the fifth day.		             #12

Now, on the sixth day, God made the wild animals, the livestock
And everything that creeps along the ground, each according to their kinds,
And though God was not finished, He saw that it was good.	             #13
 
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image and in our likeness 
And let them rule... over all the earth."  So God created man in His own image.
In the image of God He created him; male and female he created them.           #14

From the dust of the ground He formed man and breathed into his nostrils
The breath of life, and the man became a living soul.  	                                  #15

Later, causing a deep sleep to fall upon the man, God took out one of the man's 
Ribs and closed up the place with flesh.  Then with the rib, the Lord God made a 
Woman and brought her to the man.                                                                           #16

 He blessed them saying,	
"Be fruitful and multiply.  Replenish the earht and subdue it.  Have dominion over 
the fish...  the fowl...  and every living thing that moves upon the ground."           #17

He also gave them every green plant for food, and it was so.                                #18

Then God saw all that He had made, 			
And behold, it was very good.				             #19

So, He rested on the seventh day because He had finished the work He had 
been doing.	                                                                                                  #20


Details | Lyric | |

Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

what's in a word?

society seems to have lost certain aspects of courtesy
today it's the norm to speak in the language of profanity
n's, b's and h's are the words that people use today
they don't comprehend the negativity in the words that they say

to be polite and mannerly is now a thing of the past
the rap culture mentality has taken over everyday language at last
i understand the need for those artists to express their thoughts
but i can't comprehend why they can't do it 
in the proper language that they've been taught

what's in a word?
it's the language that man uses to communicate
it's not what you say but how you say it, 
the way that people do relate
if you talk in words that are regarded as being low class 
many will perceive
that you have never gotten 
the education that others have received
they look at you with contempt 
and then become condescending
they look at you as being inferior, 
for that is the message you are sending
so be careful of the words that you choose 
and the manner in which you speak
for what's in a word and how you use it 
determines the level of respect that you seek