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Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |


You spoke of Love in the kingdom to come
Where the works of hatred would be undone
you bid your disciples to follow whats true
to demonstrate its power in the actions they do
But I have seen injustice
      In the congregations of God
they have castigated children
with verbal tirades           they did flog

committed vicious slander
and the innocent             threw away
refused to hear their lack of justice
and those who tell the truth                they slay

But these actions are not hidden
from our King                 God has given throne
those of us who’ve seen it
our thoughts to him          have shown

His retribution will not linger
with his army he arrives
expose he will oppressors
those who                       cover deceit with lies
They profess to be disciples
of the Christ and Father Jah
but the errors                   of injustice
have trespassed the Love that’s law

Into the sanctuary
          I have sent this word
that like prayers of incense 
their cries and tears           be heard

At the house of God there’s punishment
until true mercy            we can learn
willing to          investigate the truth
and its advocates not spurn

You have practiced Law and Judgment
the child of God             you did not see
you interpreted the scriptures
and pronounced his children          unworthy

I have trouble understanding
those who lift             your eulogy
so easily destroy their kin
blame not themselves              as ungodly

Its always someone                 else’s fault
not the things you did or say
you couldn’t possibly            be the reason
that from the “truth” they walked away

When you stand before the throne of God
will they judge                  your actions clean
all the thoughts that you committed
will prove you kind                  or mean

I can only say to you 
I saw your                 justice taken away
my own afflictions and slander
paralyzed my voice             that day

Even now to late in time
their judgments I do fear
they’ve spent their time             convincing me
my perception is not             clear

But I have spent my time
considering             the instructions in your word
their placement in        my heart and mind
and my pen has proved I’ve heard

to those youths       I’m still connected
you’ve remained in mind and heart
I’ve considered what you experienced
and I know                it’s origins start

Not all of us              who worship truth
will condemn your walk away
those who expose their heartlessness
before the throne will pay

I only hope you              remember
those of us    who cherished you
If I could manipulate nature
none these things               would you go through

I want you to remember
that’s whats broken         and with flaw
have difficulty executing
the perfection of cosmic law

I hope to see you           in the future
when you’ve considered my             digress
what you’ve experienced in life
is very difficult               to digest

The things that connect us
are more            than human skin
together we are the children
of the parents               who gave us sin

This is my apology
for you         whom I could not defend
I was suffering my own afflictions
which prevented           my love to mend

I have failed far to many
and on others can           lay no blame
unlike the power that controls the cosmos
my limitations physics             name

My complaints here             I have spoken
but the threads of them            are true
they are laid before the throne of justice
and our God and Christ            will see them through

Choose to invest in excellence 
but these are traits          that you must learn
to humans they come            not natural
your inclinations             they will confirm

From your introduction             I have loved you
and to my thoughts have given voice
but your own road                    you must travel
and free will               is yours of choice

Only one thing          can fill whats hollow
a majestic gift       from Christ and God
that we “learn” to love each other
correct the inherited things          and flawed

Self justification (self rightousness) is a peculiar
trait among mankind ….and is significantly
emboldened when applying law and tradition
and distinctly visible among those who “practice”
religion , instead of “following the truth” like a
detective …….outside appearances can be so
deceiving, whats hidden and out of visions
range the guilty are not just catholic and protestant
those who abuse the truth have always sat
right among Gods own chosen people ….

Luke 17:1-4

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Long poem by William J. Jr. Atfield | Details |

Epitaph Eulogy BY Linda Blair News Flash OBITUARY


Epitaph – Eulogy
Linda Blair

This man, lying here in state – DEAD – lives.
His aged soul - but not his heart – he gives
to me – for me - this is such a shame,
so on him – everything – I will blame.

He has always – to a degree -  been there for me.
in my need – my desire – much more, I want to be,
and so, because these things I want, are not met
I have left him perplexed, to wonder, worry and fret.

Fret about the things I do, I do not want him to know,
and so, I play my little games, put on a great show.
Now that he / I have gone - to that great beyond 
I believe I now understand my act – him I wronged.

And so, I now leave this old man – alone
to take his life’s journey - on his own.
I wish I could find peace and glory
in telling Bill, - for my act – I am sorry

I think he knew ?, that it is just not in me
to face up to, and accept my responsibility.
May god speed you on your way Bill,
I pray, one day. you may, again find life’s thrill.

B. J. “A” 2
May 29th 2004

News Flash

   Found today in his Prairie Avenue, seniors apartment, Port Coquitlam B.C.
dead of wounds inflicted, it has been determined, on May 6th 2004 by one
Linda B. of Dewdney Trunk Maple Ridge B. C. who has been alleged to have 
stilettoed Atfield in the heart, many times, in the parking lot of a gas station on 
Lougheed Hwy., and then left him to bleed to death in the parking lot of 
Shaughnessy Station, under the shadow of the catwalk that crosses over
Lougheed Hwy. It hovers over the 701 bus stop, the bus that provided her 
with an escape route, Poof and Mrs., Linda B. disappeared .
   There will be no formal charges laid against Mrs., Linda B. for her crime 
of being a product of her nurturing and nature, for her indifference. 
Mr., Atfield left an impression, he understood the nature of the beast that
laid within and in parting – departed – forgave once again.
   An autopsy performed on Mr., Atfield, revealed that the weapon used
by Mrs., L. B. was similar to numerous others that have perpetrated 
the soul of this old fool, tried to destroy him copious times, on previous
occasions. The scar tissue found, that doth surround, covers much 
of his beating, bleeding heart. This is Friendship ???, this is Love ???

Article written by B. J. “A” 2
Published by The Now News Paper


Found this gray, gloomy day, of a broken heart,
friendship past away, ended, no chance for a new start.
Laid to rest upon a heap, Wm. J. Atfield Jr. of
Port Coquitlam, British Columbia.
Mr. Atfield is survived by his three Daughters,
his Father, Brother, Brother / Uncles.
Mr, Atfield follows the demise, the destiny,
the fate of many – relatives, friends, acquaintances,
stranger, human kind who have put their faith,
their trust their lives in the hands of friendships .

May 29th 2004

Long poem by Kizito Sidegu | Details |

throwing the last stone

the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting the surrender of a fighting  spirit
his horrified eyes gave their last look
but no one dared to move a finger

yet we call ourselves humans

missiles of rocks were launched towards him
red gushes were the aftermath
a cut from a horrifying slaughter flick
a skinny woman wailed in pain
shielding the youngster as if she were her own
yet nobody breath a word
in mid air she was husked away
scuba diving into the greenish sewer
people watched as if it were a circus

yet they call themselves humans

the grim rippers gambled his fate
the puisne adjudged his eternal verdict,
cremation he thought was best suited
mzee Bakar condemned them to hell
they laughed and said they'll meet him their
the mood sombre,dogs barking,mothers muffling
another incident in the misty shanty
scattered beyond the files of disinfected news rooms
the boy was tied like a gift bag to Cerberus

yet they call themselves men

time flew and people were thirsty
craving for blood they named him a gangster
anointed him with diesel, adorned him with a treaded necklace
the matchbox lied in wait
women covered their eyes
men covered their laughter
suddenly gunshots came uninvited
people took to their heels
as a land rover grand to a halt
pale blue uniforms dashed out in haste

that's the humane spirit

gently they saw the boy to the vehicle
leaving the battle field in mayday
amidst curses and jeers from the angry mob
on reaching the hospital the obvious news
internal bleeding and broken ribs
was the free ticket to the other world
so young yet so easily
a life had slept from peoples' hand
yet we call ourselves humans

unable to pay the mortuary dues
another cross-less grave awaits him
deep 6 feet under his soul shall rest
his family shall weep forever
having lost the only son
unemployment being the cause
many boys shall follow suit
crime rates will be at their peak
but no one tries to halt the situation

and we call ourselves humans

Timo was his name
the only son of mama Amina
he died three years go
five hundred shillings was enough
to give the victim a death warrant
he wasn't the first along the line
many died before him
at the claws of their fellow kind

yet we call ourselves humans

the chief finished his eulogy amidst sobs
the whole of ghetto inhabitants cursed their act
anger had been the cause,vengeance the inhuman motive
yet the government was to blame
for the high rate of unemployment

Timo died a hero,a hero! - See more at:

Long poem by Denise Hopkins | Details |


written 14th July 2013

My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul
 for in my jaded life, my dear "Nath" would be the last breath taken away
Why does God, continue taking those that play the most 'critical' roll
 my life is 'never' going to endure, any hint of ease.. no way

Heart heavy, loss and pain all consuming me 'again'
 God, I plea with you leave me those that I 'love' these day's
It's become 'that' part of the year, my Nathan was taken due to 'my' curse
 tears flood my entire being, why do you always insist I live entirely 'alone'

Sorrow just in this year now at 'half point' has finally taken the 'full' toll
 I no longer see, any thing as my destiny that I shall 'exude'
When, will it 'ever' be my turn, I become the next called to heaven
 "am" I not worthy, of your abundant grace?

You, seem to take 'everyone' I 'entrust' to a faraway land
 Nathan Reide' these are my tears containing, the 'most sorrow' I've ever let fall
But, every memory of you and me, stop all of the pain
 just, another pain and despair to add to my life's endurance 'till'

I long, for peace, joy and 'any' kind of life would do me,
 at this point of my life, I can not take anymore, seriously, lighten up on me!
I fear in new friends, how long..before you conclude they too will end
 You bless me with a loving husband, mother, father, niece
When.. do you think you might, 'let' me see them... this  is my plea
 returning me back into church, I am in need off being blessed
How 'come' you did take that away from me? 
 faith, in me stayed 'strong' you alone know the extent

I need to move 'now' I have stayed still, and achieved what I think I was to 
 poet, I assume that was 'my reason' why you kept here
With that now in full swing
 can you now spread my wings

You are 'overpowering' my soul, and I now do as I am told
  patience, never was my best strength, have I 'not' proved to you
I'm completely at your mercy, you are the entity that drives the heart of me
 with all that, I need a break between all these sorrowful times, 'may I now move'

This is the deepest of despair, I have ever endured, please see me through
 I am more than 'positive' I WILL NOT make it through, another emotional trial
Not to be left here, still bleeding the way I still am...
 darkness has taking more of my light I'm loosing all sight, of who is me...

My heart full of anguish and grief, depression takes her advantage, of the ease
 I have nothing worth finding joy or enlightenment anyway, she will have me...
I don't have any strength to even consider the thought of even trying this time
 in defending myself against her this time
She only win's by default...

Denise Hopkins

Long poem by Maz Zie | Details |

The patient

When I think of the times in therapy that I spent with Lenny, they weren't that of a therapist to a patient.  They were more of daughter to father or daughter to grandfather. Like every teacher has their favorite student, he was one of my favorites of all time.  This man had a sense of humor that could turn any piece of hard advice into a joke or any situation to a smile.  
"Why didn't you just fix your watch instead of buying a new one? that's the problem with your generation today!"  He'd say when I walked in.
"Did you call the foot doctor like I asked you to get those special made shoes so your feet don't hurt? No! you didn't listen!"  He'd retort.
Some coworkers saw Lenny as short and mean tempered, but I saw his light, humorous side and pictured him more as a tough-love family member.
I noted a picture of his grandson and granddaughter sat by his bed. 
One morning, I went to visit him even though he wasn't scheduled for treatment, 'he's all alone ', I thought,' 'I should probably check on him, I'll just make sure he's alright, he's probably lonely.'  
As I walked by, I overheard a conversation with Lenny and his 90-something veteran, roommate, Sonny, "you know why you're here?!" he smugly explained, "your wife's pretty smart, she is smarter than me, she just just don't want to deal with you,  my wife's dead.  that's why I'm here."  He smiled.
I kept walking, frowning on the inside and out, That was pretty mean, if it was or wasn't true.
A  Frail old man in the 80s, with large rimmed glasses, a pronounced Jewish nose and a few wisps of gray hair, he was then the highlight of stressful days & a dear friend of mine.  I loved to walk into his room and rescue him from the dullness that had become his life after a long stint of failing health & trips to the hospital. Perhaps, sometimes he too, rescued me.
One morning, I approached the nurses station of unit three in my building to get him, only to hear that Lenny had gone to the hospital after falling out of bed over the weekend.   They told me he was far too weak to make the trip back.
  My heart broke and I walked on down the hallway, fighting the tears. 
"What's wrong??" A coworker from rehab approached me, seeing my blank expression.  'everything's wrong....' I wanted to explain, 'life's not fair.'
I knew this would happen, I knew deep down of how he was old and frail.   But sometimes the sharpness of someone's mind and the truthfulness of the spirit can lie to us.  Promising times to come.  Goodbye my friend.  It does not get easier but dulls my sadness once more to say...I was lucky to know you.   Your suffering will be over soon.  
Lenny died the next day.

Long poem by MoonBee Canady | Details |

A Drum Major Martin Luther King Jr

" A Drum Major - Martin Luther King, Jr. ... "

( Rom. 13: 7 / Joel 2: 28 )

A Man Stood Up For Courage
In A Time, Others Condoned Evil
A Man Stood Up For Honor
In A Nation's Long-Hidden Upheaval

At A White House, On A Hill
With A Country's Conscience On An Easel
A Man, Brushed On All Colors
As He Painted For His People

A Man Stood Up In Conviction
In Times of Great Confusion
A Man  Stood Up For Peace
In Pursuit of Principles & Solutions

On A Mighty Mission, He Marched
To A Dream That Would Not Cease
As A Drum-Major For Justice
As A Drum-Major For Peace

" ... I Have A Dream ..."
Said, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Yes, A Dream of Togetherness ...
Was Had By America's Martin Luther

" ... I Have A Dream ... "
Said, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
As He Marched To Wake The World
As A Drum-Major and Mover ... 

As An Imperfect, Yet A Patient Man
In An Imperfect, But Full of Potential World
Still ... He Had A Perfect Dream To Share
With All Beloved Little Boys and Girls

As A Drum-Major In A Brotherhood-Band
Who Opposed The Dischords of Prejudice
As A Drum-Major Stepping To Lift The Land
and Expose The Cruel Notes of Cowardice

" ... I Have A Dream ... "
Spoke, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
and He'd Hoped To Help Heal A People
As He Glory - Hallelujah'd ! ...

GOD's Word Says: "Young Men Will Have Visions
And Old Men Will Dream Dreams" ...
So, We Still Seek Places and Directions
Until We Reach The Final Prophecies
(Joel 2: 28 - 31, 32)

But Reaching Mankind's Unity ...
Requires Acknowleged Equality
and Possessions of Prosperity
For All Individuals of Humanity

And When Those Hopes & Dreams Are Actuality
And Not Just A Dream - But Reality
For In Truth and Love and Liberty
-- Only GOD -- Can Ensure Such Validity ...

Still ... The Goal & Legacy and The March
of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Yes, Dr. King's Dream Did Not Die ...
In The Hands of A Murderous Shooter

But The Dream Keeps Recurring
Relayed On The Human Race's Baton
And Handed To His People & Others
Where That Dream Is Alive & Passed On ...

          Written & Copyrighted ©:  2/28/2014
                      by:  MoonBee  Canady

(For The Last Day of Black History Month
Designated In February, Every Year In the U.S.A.)

    In Memory of:
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 

Born: January 15, 1929
Died:  April 4, 1968

(Dr. King, had said in one of his speeches, that when he died, and they have his eulogy, 
his wish was to be remembered:  As a Drum-Major for Peace & as a Drum-Major for Justice.)


Long poem by Poet Destroyer A | Details |

Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~


Long poem by Robert William Gruhn | Details |

Boy of Gentleness - Man of Courage - dedicated on the passing of my cousin Johnnie

Dedicated to my dearly loved and departed cousin Johnnie
who passed away peacefully in his sleep. I love you Johnnie. 
I hope that now you will watch over all of us here on Earth as you stand now
with God in Heaven, His hand on your shoulder, healed now forever as He embraces you. 
I hope that someday I will be able to "walk" with you both in paradise. You were one of the 
most beautiful human beings I have ever known. This world has lost one of its mortal angels. 
Love, Robert

Boy of Gentleness....Man of Courage:

Just two ways I'll always remember you,

Bravest soldier who never set foot on a battlefield,

Fighting an invisible enemy still not yet conquered,

For 46 years battling that black knight called Muscular Dystrophy,

No more worthy opponent has that enemy ever met than you,

Displaying courage far beyond many human's comprehension,

Suffering unspeakable wounds from within that racked and withered your body,

Still, you smiled bravely through it all,

From crutches as a child to wheelchair as teen,

With each and every setback you never surrendered,

Loving life and understanding its true value more than most,

You watched without bitterness as other children ran and played,

Always ready to share your toys generously with a smile on your face,

That giving part of you never changed,

Even into the years of your adult life,

My cousin and wonderful friend you are my hero,

You mastered bravery beyond the call of living,

And let's not forget your greatest ally of all,

Your best buddy throughout all the years of your life,

Your beloved mother Mary,

She was right beside you through every battle,

While you both fought against the cruelest of enemies,

One that bore no remorse or pity for its defenseless victims,

Aunt Mary is a saint in my mind and another hero,

The word devotion could have been invented describing her,

Johnnie, I'm sure you are smiling and nodding from Heaven in agreement,

She is the personification of what a loving mother truly is,

Always telling everyone that her greatest wish was to live just one more day than you,

She kept that promise never to leave you behind on Earth without her,

Johnnie, I started out writing this to be a poem in my usual style to honor you,

Well, it turned out a little differently so I hope you don't mind,

This is just what came out of my mind for now,

Heck, it won't be that long before we see each other again.

I will always miss you while still on Earth, I LOVE YOU!!!!


Long poem by Angela Lisle | Details |

David and Goliath, Enigma and Pandora's Lot

David was a young man, David had courage
But David’s courage worried him somewhat!
Citizenship policy needed a Don
Leading by example was attractive, but forlorn 
And Locke’s dominative turn had shattered the Kings’ celestial deity 
Leaving very little in the way of piety or decorum!  

What was needed was an enigma, not a dogma
But Enigma was purported to wear the mantle of Babylon
So David decided to free Enigma of Pandora’s box
By shaving Pandora of her Babylonian locks
And open the dreaded Pandora’s box

What would he find left inside
He wasn’t the first to try; then hind!
At the midnight hour when all were asleep
David decided to have a peep
The lock was broken? The contents robbed?
David was amiss as to what was flogged

You see Enigma as oracle was a feared bespoke 
And so the robbers had changed her into a joke
But deep in one corner bechance left unfound
Pearls of wisdom still waiting to be formed 
Pearls, neglected, disregarded - classed unfounded!
But needed!!!

Her battles were fought, presumed lost?  - were contorted
The silver thread ran like lightening…
Shocking, thunderous, shattering, frightening
The vacuous content of Enigma’s box…
Multiplied by the Pandora legacy  - the robbers’ lot!

The robbers’ dons amalgam displayed
Standing in rows,
Row upon row, upon row, upon row, multiplied, ten fold, nightmare!
All on show
Was this judgement day? - Armageddon?

Pity poor Enigma David thought, her box unfurled?
Was it a barrier? Empty? A burdensome world?
The lamb sacrificed - sorrowful?
Waiting for Godo?
Waiting for ascension?
Waiting for a decision?

Which way will the dialectic turn?
David will you make the decision?
Are you to judge the final hour? Do you have the power?
Will you have the courage? Can you see the end?
Is it the real one?
Or, will you be added to the battles fought, presumed lost, contorted?

Will Mystery remain or misery?
Will this be Enigma’s epitaph, her eulogy? 
Will fate act upon this day, and decide for us which way, which way? 
Which way will the dialectic - will - turn?
Should we live in hope or act? 
Which act will it be? Pearls of wisdom, will there be?
In the end only if it’s the right action will it count! 
Abandonment, anxiety, and despair, do you care? Does it matter?

If Pandora’s box be open, must have it
The peppered moth you fear not - the Enigma
First women - woe, misery - Madonna - you must trust
For without her you’d be cursed

Long poem by john beharry | Details |

Lords Of The Prairies - An Epitaph : A Tribute To The Bison

Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand nearly six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
My brethren and I 
once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished us
for tens of thousands of years

Running at speeds of 
over thirty five miles per hour
across the prairies
in herds that stretched
as far as the eye could see
our hooves created 
a thunderous sound
that shook the earth
causing it to tremble
like an earthquake

When packs of wolves attacked us
we surrounded our calves
kept our heads down
flashed our horns
and charged them
to fight them off 
At times though 
we were not able
to save our young
our old and ill brethren
when they were separated
from the protection
of the herd

The redskins were 
the only human beings
we knew at that time
Though they hunted us
with bows and arrows
to feed themselves
and to satisfy their desire
for shelter and other needs
they did not waste 
any part of our bodies 
They respected us
and we respected them
We lived in harmony
for thousands of years

It was the advent
of the whiteskins
that initiated our decimation
They brought in large
four-legged creatures
that could keep up with
and even outrun us
The redskins realized this
tamed those creatures
sat on their backs
and hunted us
using their bows and arrows
like they did before
They killed more of us
but again they took only
as much as they needed
and did not waste 
any part of our bodies
so we continued to
co-exist in harmony

It was that long mysterious stick
that the whiteskins brought in 
that triggered our demise
From a great distance
it made a loud noise
and something hit us
that we could not see
but it inflicted severe
pain and agony
Some of us fell to the ground
and died quickly
while others struggled
but were injured so badly
that they died soon after
We were helpless against 
this long mysterious stick

We were slaughtered
in our millions
They left our dead bodies
to rot and decay
where we fell
Sometimes they took away our coats
Other times they cut out
our tongues only 
and left the rest 
of our dead bodies
to putrefy and decay
on the prairie grasslands
that we had trod on proudly 
for thousands of years

This is my epitaph
for I just saw the glint
of the sunlight
on the long mysterious stick
heard its thunder
and felt something
go deep into my insides
as I fall to the ground
I am on way to meet 
my proud ancestors
who once roamed 
these lands in freedom as
Lords Of The Prairies 

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