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Long poem by WENSISLAUS CHIMBA | Details |

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
                                                       

 

Copyright © WENSISLAUS CHIMBA | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by WENSISLAUS CHIMBA | Details |

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
                                                       

 

Copyright © WENSISLAUS CHIMBA | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Amrapali Tendolkar | Details |

RAIN SHOWERS

The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
 


Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
 


The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
 


As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
 


 
 


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
 


All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
 


They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
 


And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
 


 
 


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
 


And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
 


The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
 


Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
 


 
 


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
 


Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
 


So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
 


Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
 


 
 


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
 


And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
 


And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
 


While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
 


 
 


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
 


On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
 


Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
 


While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
 


 
 
 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
 


And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
 


Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
 


And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
 


 
 


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
 


And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
 


The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
 


While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
 


 
 


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
 


And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
 


The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
 


While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
 


 
 


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
 


Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
 


The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
 


In the newly born rainy sunlight.
 


 
 


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
 


And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
 


The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
 


And day and night this gale roars.
 


 
 


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
 


And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
 


Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
 


And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
 


 
 
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
 


Rainy calamities take its place;
 


Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
 


“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
 


 
 


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
 


But destiny will always play a hand;
 


What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
 


And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
 


 
 


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
 


And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
 


Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
 


Of normal life, however boring or glum.
 


 
 


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
 


And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
 


It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
 


So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
 


 
 


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
 


So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
 


It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
 


Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
 


 
 


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
 


And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
 


So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
 


Or due to failure remain depression bound.
 


 
 


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
 


For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
 


Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
 


But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…

Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details |

Upsurge

Far beyond the horizon we gazed at sunlit skies 
glowing from gigantic mountains, thick blue clouds
hang peacefully over our heads, painting hopes and 
aspirations as we journey relentlessly to recapture
our dreams.

We have been climbing this mountain for years,
clinging desperately to our dreams, with nothing 
in our hands, our faith and determination propel us along.
But the days seem longer, nights become shorter
our hopes grew stronger and life gets tougher.

We journeyed through thorns and thistles, 
we stumbled upon closed doors, brick walls,
giant rocks and numerous road blocks. 
Left only with rags on our backs, we were 
determined to reclaim our dreams.

The struggle seems endless as we journey 
night and day on a path that binds us for years.
Hunger paralyze us, fear dehydrates us ,
we endured sleepless nights but we held on to our
conviction, embrace one another and console ourselves.

Sun scorched our tired backs, winter snow froze 
our blistered feet, tornados compassed us too,
and the relentless hurricane could not rip us apart.
We all stuck together and supported one another.
Despite the chilling cold penetrating our skins, 
we were destined to win.

The expectation of a new life inflamed our hearts,
and each day we hoped for a better tomorrow,
ignoring life’s un-bearing demands we advance
towards the finishing line believing wholeheartedly, 
and holding steadfast to conquer our dreams.

It is true that life can be overbearing, and it is also true 
that we have wishful promises, and when our promises 
fail to materialize, driven by a lack of faith from the other side,
the journey become harder and murmuring breeds sorrows 
in our aching heart.

Sometimes we fight among ourselves
and toss hurtful words to and fro but 
we quickly come to our senses 
and make amends of unacceptable ways.

We know that we are in this together,
and we must embrace one another’s dreams,
so we wedge together like brothers and sisters
mending the broken pieces as we progress along the way.

The power of unity kept us alive, 
our dreams grew bigger than our stomach,
and jingled heavier than money in our pockets,
Our faith grew stronger, our hopes strapped together, 
and death itself could not shatter our dreams.

We endured winter freezes; one winter fades into another, 
ice covers ice, but we were determined to surpass  
 discouragements, negative highlights
and continue  climbing  until we reach the top.

We climbed the mountain day and night,
but everything seems far out of sight.
All we could see was clear blue clouds smiling above
us and multitude of  stars blinking in the skies.

We passed foxes digging shallow holes in foaming ditches,
we saw them tearing and chewing rabbits and rodents,
and chasing timid squirrels off the edges.

Tormenting sound echoes beyond thick bushy forest,
intimidating us on our hopeful journey.
Suddenly a ferocious fox leaped out of the bushes, 
and stared at us, grinding its gigantic teeth.
But a tiger sneaked from the tree top and
cornered the terrifying fox into its vulnerable hole
wounding its feet and pulling at its filthy mouth.

The lame fox lay on the ground grasping for breath,
and the forest animals drag it slowly into a hole.
We clench tightly to each other and hurried quickly
 towards the mountain to complete the final leg of the journey.
Amidst these strange happening, we progressed faster 
holding our precious dreams carefully in our hands. 

We could hear the drum beats resonating from a distance, 
sealing our hopes and filling our hearts with aspirations. 
We could feel the bubbling rhythm from afar, and as we 
 got closer the sounds gets louder, the cheering grew stronger
 and we felt happier.

We climbed and climbed, we slip and we glide, 
We stood firm and plant our feet securely into the ground.
We removed obstacles, overturned road blocks
sailed through red lights,  skipped  through barricade
and persevered until we finally made it to the top.

Millions with similar dreams had made it too,
and we join them singing and dancing,
the sun shines once again with a daring glow 
and our long awaited dream finally came true.
We could breathe fresh air, 
thus feeling the rhythm in life again.


                                                  ©2014 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Darian Rehder | Details |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

Copyright © Darian Rehder | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details |

Thus Says He

Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is stagnant,
Stagnant with discontented gluttons,
Tangled with tricks and deceptions,
Soaked with indoctrination,
And charged with foul breath. 

Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is saturated,
Saturated with dirt and grime, 
And impregnated with hatred and bitterness.

Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is intoxicated,
Hangover is lingering from last year’s
Debacle, it’s on the verge of regurgitating,   
But I will clean up the vomit once again.

Thus says He who guards the gate,
I am grieving from the high mountains,
In pregnant skies and snowy terrains, 
The people whom I have called 
To support my servant, have become
Angry, merciless and passionless.

The air waves have grieved me too,
Causing disruption and instability,
Screaming and puking venom in the air
Destroying and defying my authority.

Thus says He who guards the gate,
Listen carefully to what I have to say,
I have sent my humble servant to guide you
But you have bombarded my plans,
Ridicule my laws and turned me
Into a global mockery,
And for this reason I am weeping bitterly.

Thus says He who guards the gate,
Don’t you trust my power and authority?
I have shown you so many signs,
But you are blinded by arrogance and greed
And transform my power into a theatrical farce.

Thus Says He who guards the gate,
Turn away from your wicked ways,
Cleanse yourselves for seven days,
Repent of your sinful nature,
And prepare for a new atmosphere. 

Thus Says He who guards the gate,
My servant will continue to guide you,
He will accomplish my will until 
It’s time for him to sing.
I have observed everyone among you, 
I have prayed hard and long but none! 
None of you are ready to execute a better plan,
Yet you have made a degrading  spectacle of us.
None of you are capable of changing the rancid
atmosphere, none of you can usher in fresh air,
 None of you! Not one of you!

Thus Says He who guards the gate
I have visited the house of Brag, 
I have visited the house of Lamb,
I have visited house of Joy
And the house of Rab,
I have searched all over but
None was worthy of my choice.
I  prayed to the father and asked
him to show me the one, 
And he directed me to the house of Hem.

Thus Says He who guards the gate,
I shall choose a queen from among you,
One that is witty and mature in age, 
One who is filled with knowledge,
love and experience. 
I will pour my anointing upon her head,
And bestow power and wisdom inside her.

Thus Says He who guards the gate,
My queen will create a new atmosphere,
And present a brand new message to people far and near.
A message that will lift people out of bondage,
A message that will create global peace,
A message that will bring family together,
And put more food on the dinner table. 
A message that will bring young and old together,
A message that will revived the wounded,
A message that will break the glass ceiling,
And those who have been crying will laugh again.

Thus says He who guards the gate,
When the atmosphere is right,
The message will be different,
It will be heard and rest upon every heart,
When you hear it, do not resist it,
Believe it, feel it, 
Your circumstance will change
And perishing hopes will be renewed.

Thus says He who guards the gate, listen!
 For I have spoken.

                                     
                               ©2014 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Elisa Christensen | Details |

A Night With Mic

The scent of musty, truly ancient fine books,
Waifs seductively behind the impossible doors, 
As they swing wide, out into L.A.’s balmy air,
I enter, a shiver, over what lies therefore.

There they are, the true Hollywood stars,
Scaling the walls as only starlets can do,
Boasting of their love affairs, their ambitious climbs,
Some a lifetime collection or stolen moments, a few.

The mood is deep, heady, a bit complex,
Rhythm bounces off walls and then covers the floor,
Anticipation stampedes down my spine in a rush,
I can sense before I can think of what lies in store.

Here I shall strip naked and bear it all,
To a crowd critiquing every, last curve,
Here I shall haughtily shove at them my soul,
But only if I maintain my wobbling nerve.

The bookshelves rise in grand gesture and pomp,
As the guests gather in twos, threes or more,
Casually they sip their uppers and downers,
As I make my surreal walk up the precarious floor.

Standing as a lone clown who’s lost his way,
The mic beckons I give him my voice,
I question this egotistical longing of mine,
As I realize I now have no choice.

Shaking, my voice cracks and tumbles affront,
As my eyes attempt some semblance of force,
I pray to a god I know does not exist,
Allowing the earth’s spin to direct my course.

Shimmying, skipping and jumping rope,
My utterances, feisty pebbles, tumble on out,
I dare not glance at the awaiting faces,
I have no desire to see what they’re about.

The scent of caffeine and a mixture of clean man,
Intellectuals, well groomed, they expect top tier,
Reaches me as I wrestle with my circumstance,
Choking back the tangy taste of my fear.

But then I am knocked down by the familiar wave,
Of my vision, deep, and admittedly askew,
I present my audience with my most empowered of choices,
Those bold words that trail blaze my point of view.

The way the love for my cherub babes,
Can catch me and snatch me straight off of my feet,
Leaving me spinning away from this globe,
As they playfully direct my thundering heart’s beat.

Or the limerick of a certain adored demigod,
Whom I found and bedded one New Year’s night,
Then wrapped my heart around, emblazoned beyond reason,
As I held on with my life to love’s wildest flight.

My words danced and spun, out they came,
Purple, soft and edgy, some blood red,
The familiar, little fairies that are usually only found,
Jitterbugging to their fancy music inside my head.

The moment seemed to stretch from here to the moon,
Yet somehow sped by as if late for a dance,
As I concluded, tears rolled straight off my chin,
As if they were an invited circumstance.

The room hushed quiet like a mother near a crib,
And I dared so slowly up my gaze,
Then alas! Hands wildly clapped and one loud whistle,
Formed a collective, most endearing paraphrase.

Their expressions stated clearly that my job here was done,
My utterances had evoked the desired end,
For my dancing fairies had flitted down on their hearts,
Delivering to them cherished delights once again.

A warmth crept up from my groin to my chest,
My mouth, dry, cracked a crooked smile,
As one thought only entered my head,
I must repeat this indulgence in a very short while!
















Copyright © Elisa Christensen | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Cmack Estevez | Details |

Don't throw it away

Don’t throw it away
I never had lots of people that actually believed in me as a kid  . I always had these delusional thoughts that one day everybody would love me and believe in me. Well it came eventually to this day when I left poverty forever. I always   wanted to be this to be that but it was all talk . Someone use to tell me if you want to be somebody you’re going to put the effort , be discipline and work your way up. The ego   the cockiness   the arrogance and the ignorance will destroy you instantly and you’ll feel very heartless in your heart. Never throw it away over those traits    never,  listen  and feel emotion that you think the people are right and don’t believe in you that you can be something. Your dreams , Your opportunities ,  Your hopes , Your passion and you  being a somebody is all on you to make it come true. There’s no easy path   I always tracked it down all my life and I fail every time it takes patients   it takes efforts it takes to have another   plan another opportunity to search what you want. The world can’t help you   you are helping yourself the world can’t owe you. It doesn’t define you , you do. You can taking it if the world don’t owe something and give something to you easily but you might fail. There’s no excuses for you to say you have talent   you have lots of creativity and you’ll feel in your thick minding skull that if you use it for an easier path then the world will make you feel  embarrassed and humiliated. 
Without practice
Without effort
Without a plan
Without hard work
You fall you throw it all away based on just talent you can’t be build and rely on talent  and creativity to be successful and make it. Every human has it not just you. Ego and being cocky destroys your images it kills your chances. Be patient   Persevere your way to greatness. Search and feel the effort by doing the work   use your mind   have a   plan   use your full potential because if you don’t then your dreams will remain a fantasy and not a reality. The world wants us to face our challenges to overcome and improve. Without it we all collapse. WE all need challenges to improve our ethics and talent. If you throw it all away then what’s the point of being a somebody   ? Young people need to understand that talent   creativity having an ego and being so better than the world and better than everybody and the world will be much very easier on you is actually more to it.  Don’t let this destroy you   because if you don’t   believe in yourself then you’ll never be  good  enough .   If   certain people don’t believe you have a good future then ignore them and chase it. The struggle is real but we can overcome it by making the struggle into our dreams turn into reality of our wants and highly doubts of desire.
If you throw it away you’re losing
If you throw it away  you’re   pointless.
If you throw it away you’re hopeless.
And if you throw it away you won’t be good enough to be a somebody.  
Stay in school be patient it’ll come get the amount of education and work hard you just have to focus and feel the pride of greatness within you to improve and lastly chase it and go get it.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Timothy Jacks | Details |

The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,

Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013

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