THIS WOMAN I AM
WRITTEN BY NJIDEKA
This woman I am
Stops me at’imes
It crooks my cruises
And storms my sails
Cuts my journeys short
And cows my instincts
Shrinks my time at
It edits my vocabularies
It dumbs my mouth
And numbs my nerves
Subdues actions inside
Just to evade that
That shy’s and freezes
Don’t you know you are
Yet I want to come and
come back again
As the woman I am
Savouring the joys of
The sweetness of
Enjoying the sucks of
Cite me right in this
A bit shy now
This woman I am
The crazy befouling animalistic urges
Life beyond character
Carton of sulphuric acid
A calm third gender walks out
A person called Chex
Female, Male and Chex
Chex are vemonous
A creature or (person) of infinite ability
Just the perfect being
Not god of course
But the third gender
Not a confusion or a mix of both
But the Perfect Gender
Who makes this third gender?
(april the 27th 1994)
far too many brave compatriots died
flooding rivers of tears were cried
far too many families ripped apart
daggers cutting into their heart
the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day
as we pause and remember those who do not remain with us anymore
as we appreciate the fruits that their sacrifice and struggle bore
far too many to count and to name
but we honour them all while we keep burning that eternal flame
...Oliver Reginald Tambo
just a few, but so many still nameless
who were brutally cut down
by a racist system that was merciless, and cruelly shameless
we honour you, today
but we remember you each and every day
when we breathe in the air of the freedom that you craved
as we walk the roads of a wounded but healing country that you saved
from itself, for the hate and racism and hushed prejudice of race and gender and religion and sexual persuasion and caste and creed
that you so valiantly fought against, is still with us, as it on fear and ignorance does feed
the odour of racism and hate
of white and black and jew and muslim and hindu and catholic and yellow and brown
is a living parasite that lives and thrives all across this beautiful world, from cities and villages and hamlets, to the smallest rural town
it may become a mark of shame upon us all
so we have to, today, struggle against and boldly fight
for the sacrifices of the many can never be cheapened, by the polite dinner-table murmurs of hate, try as hard as they might
for if we as a nation,
are to truly step out of the lashing cold painful rain
we have to continue your struggle
so that your supreme sacrifices may not have been in vain...
and so we say
'hamba kahle, comrades'
to you who laid your young lives down and slipped away
so that we who remain may in the sunlight and out of the rain live and breathe and stay
in a country, and in a world
where religion and gender and sexual-persuasion and all colourful hues
may mingle and love and laugh and cry together on the sun-filled avenues
so thank you, comrades, for showing us a better path that we must embark on as we shuffle onwards into a brighter tomorrow
away from the hurt of the past, and away from the tears and away from all the sorrow
for the true freedom that we seek now, is the freedom from our own racism, our own prejudices, our own sexism, our own petty hates and bottled-up anger
for therein, lies the fight ahead
for therein, lies the real and growing danger.
The Struggle Continues...
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Pity her as she cried
On the floor, ragged, she lied
She's covered with odd bruises
And hell things on mind cruises
She was there left alone
Mourning for help at home.
Hungry and parched she was,
Hoping someone would pass
“Click! Click!”, the door knob sounds
At last someone’s around.
Who’s there? Who could that be?
At last! She will be free!
But it widened her eyes
Scared and again she cried
‘Twas a man who appeared
Went to her and she feared.
He touched her hair and said
“Hush! Hush! Just go to bed
Stay quite, don’t be a heck!”
And kissed her on the neck.
Poor girl, she just abide
To the man whom she feared
“Why is he doing this?
I’m his daughter, why’s this?”
In the bedroom they were;
Father started kissing her.
Poor lil girl can’t defy
If she speak up, she’ll die.
“Oh my Lord, please help me,
I can’t take it, save me.”
Said her mind as tears flowed
Grieving in pain; she moaned.
Then suddenly she smiled
From what she heard outside.
A sudden hope in her eyes gleamed
From something she perceived.
She heard her mother’s voice
"I'll be saved" she rejoiced
“A miracle for me
Lord replied to my plea.”
And the door opened
Mother saw what happened
Shocked and startled she was
Then screamed for help, at last!
Mother bellowed and slapped him
Outraged and said to him
“She is your daughter!
Why did you rape her?”
Then neighbors came
Naked -- poor girl was ashamed
Dazed and shaken they were
Staring at poor girl and her father.
Then two cops came along
Grabbed the father for his wrong
He panicked and dreaded
Denied all he acted
Livid and offended
Lil girl stood and stated
“Oh yes, that man raped me,
Not just once but many times.”
Then her father uttered
“My dish is my daughter.
I’m the one who made her,
So I should also taste her.”
Wretched from what she heard
She spoke not a single word
Woeful and quite, she sniveled
Suddenly collapsed and fell
At last poor girl’s now free
From nightmare and agony
Yes she has a father
But she’s his dish not his daughter.
Some people try
To figure us out.
We sensitive men
Who wander about
Making living with pen.
In lives filled with goals
And family and friends.
All taken in stride,
In the tone of our voice
The words of our choice
The songs that we sing
We are gentlemen.
With rarely the build
Of a Hollywood star
Boxer or Olympian,
Still, we maintain
Solid good health.
Cook and attend
Opera or shoot
At the range,
With a friend.
All taken in stride,
In the time that we give
The fire in our eyes
Our soft spoken ways
And honest dignity.
We are gentlemen.
On any given day
We walk dogs in the park
Enjoy Handel, Mozart
With minimal need
For profane tirade,
We shuffle about.
With kids by our side
All taken in stride,
In loyal devotion
Lives that we lead
Laws that we heed
We are gentlemen.
© Michael Wegman 2014
I call it a blessing from above
And I know everyone wants this to have
Everyone is looking for it
But only few can found it
I'm lucky I'm one of that few
And I've been blessed to found true love in you
It's like a dream came true
To be loved by the guy I loved too
To you,I felt the undefined happiness
For me,for all the guys you are the best!
And I want you to stay for the rest of my life
Coz' I really need someone like you in my life
I consider you as a blessing sweetheart
So I give to you my sincere HEART
I love you forever
And I hope that God will guide us to be together..forever
Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memeoy dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed to be here
herein two boys born to a numb nuts army husbodad and a
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
Oh well what the Hell, Hi, my name is Dave, I'm not suppoosed to be alive.
To be continued,..............................................
Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…
I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”
He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”
When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!
He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”
God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!
It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!
There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ? Or sin’s slave???
Have you thought about living for Jesus? And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!
If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus? And a righteous conversion?
God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!
Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind! It’s no secret how much he loves you!
The opportunity is here! It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?
Jesus can set you free! Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting… Just because he wants to!
By Jim Pemberton 10/07/13
This cosy love
In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.
You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.
And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs