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Long poem by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Details |

woman-hood

A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery herself that 
Emanates power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has for 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendour.
She in the cage of 
Subjugation has patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But a 
perfect planner.
See how docile that 
Woman looks:appearing 
With ironic smiles in 
Paintings,never revealing 
Her real thoughts.
Always flowing with the 
Tide,never knowing what 
Lies ahead-turned into a 
Beast of burden from the 
Pre-Roman times till date.
Used as a"pleasure doll," 
"a 
monument,"........            
"A parody" and the 
Medium of displaying 
Manhood by the male 
Folks.
There is no haven for her 
Nor her "unfortunate" 
Unborn children,not at 
Home or even the society.
This sleeping tigeress, 
When awakened,fights 
for Her rights more 
doggedly Than men.
When she starts her 
Battles,she ceases not till 
Victory or defeat is sure.
Once a man called Jason 
As told by Euripides the 
Great Gracian dramatist, 
Took the wife Media to 
Colchis and there he fell 
In love with another 
Daughter of King Aegstus
A ridicle on Media's pride.
Media fought back and 
Craftily gave her a 
Wedding present.Nay a 
Poisoned garment it was.
The bride wore it and fell 
Dead,the King died 
Trying to rescue her 
doomed Daughter.
Flushed with this 
Vegeance,Media slew her 
Children with Jason"I 
bore them,so I kill them."
Oh!woman lamented 
Jason,you are the most 
Wicked of all creatures
(He gune estin 
kakiste,toon 
Anthropoom).
Also joan of Arch stood 
Ground till death.
Like there were women of 
Note in mythology,so 
Were great women in 
Real life.
Women crisis time seem 
To manage better,hence 
British forces vanquished 
Falkland and Goldie Meir 
Of Israel did the Arabs 
Humiliate.
Here in my country, 
Outstanding women 
Abound.
Senator Chris 
Anyanwu,an erudite,a 
Law-giver,a fearless 
lioness who 
revolutionalised the 
Mentality and thinking of 
The youth thru 
establishment of organs 
Of awareness.
A visionary leader, 
Advocate for women 
Equality.Defender of the 
Weak,hand to the 
Handless,mother to the 
Motherless.
Still the people's 
Mouthpiece-i salute you!
Okonji Iwuala,Vice-
president of World-bank, 
Thru her experience 
Transformed and 
Stabilized the economy 
to Buoyance.
Dora Akunyere,as 
Graceful as a gazelle but 
Un-wavering like Everest.
A lady of excellence-
many Lives are saved 
thru your Meticulous 
efforts on the Eradication 
of fake drugs.
Women are the base and 
Pillars of every society 
And homes.
Lifeless would be the 
Earth without women.
For a woman's heart can 
Be broken but her spirit 
Remains immortalised in 
The minds of those to 
Come.


Long poem by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Details |

Womanhood

Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendor.
 She in the cage of 
Subjugation patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But a 
perfect planner.
See how docile that 
Woman looks:With ironic 
smiles in paintings,never 
revealing her inner 
thoughts.
Always flowing with the 
Tide,not knowing what 
Lies ahead-turned into a 
Beast of burden from the 
Pre-Roman times till date.
Used as a"pleasure doll," 
"a 
monument,"........            
"A parody" and medium 
of displaying manhood 
by  male folks.
There is no haven for her 
Nor her"unfortunate" 
seeds,not at home or 
society.
  This sleeping tigeress, 
When awakened,fights 
for her rights doggedly 
than men.
When her battles start, 
she ceases not till 
Victory or defeat is sure.
  Once a man called 
Jason as told by Euripides 
a great Gracian 
dramatist, took the wife 
Media to 
Colchis and there he fell 
In love with another 
daughter of King Aegstus 
a ridicle on Media's pride.
Media fought back and 
Craftily gave wedding 
present. Nay a 
Poisoned garment it was.
The bride wore it and fell 
Dead,the King kicked the 
bucket trying to rescue 
her doomed daughter.
Flushed with this 
Vegeance, Media slew her 
children with Jason"I 
bore them,so I kill them."
Oh!woman lamented 
Jason,you are the most 
wicked of all creatures
(He gune estin 
kakiste,toon 
Anthropoom).
   Also joan of Arch stood 
Ground till death.
Like there were women of 
note in mythology,so 
were great women in 
Real life.
  Women crisis time seem 
to manage better,hence 
British forces vanquished 
Falkland and Goldie Meir 
Of Israel did the Arabs 
Humiliate.
   Here in my country, 
Outstanding women 
abound:Senator Chris 
Anyanwu,an erudite,a 
Law-giver,a fearless 
lioness who 
revolutionalised the 
Mentality and thinking of 
The youth thru 
establishment of organs 
Of awareness.
A visionary leader, 
Advocate for women 
Equality. Defender of the 
Weak,hand to the 
Handless,mother to the 
Motherless.
Still the people's 
Mouthpiece-i salute you!
  Okonji Iwuala,Vice-
president of World-bank, 
Thru her experience 
Transformed and 
Stabilized the economy 
to Buoyance.
  Dora Akunyere,as 
Graceful as a gazelle but 
Un-wavering like Everest.
A lady of excellence-
many Lives are saved 
thru your Meticulous 
efforts on the Eradication 
of fake drugs.
  Women are the base 
and pillars of every 
society and homes.
  Lifeless would Earth be 
without women.
  For a woman's heart 
can be broken but her 
spirit remains 
immortalised in the 
minds of those to 
Come.


Long poem by Dirontsho Mangoali | Details |

It Was Just A Dream

Maybe it was just a dream, a fantasy. 
A dream so sweet I could tang its scent. 
A fantasy roughly you and I on top of the world.
A dream so flawless nothing can relate. 
A dream so splendid I could perish for.

I doubt it was a dream for it felt so real, the after effects aches like a death.
It was not a dream when you and I were in love and the entire world was on a stand still.
It was not a dream when I felt my heart inside your chest. 
When you took a breath it was for the two of us.
I did not need to breathe or hurt as you already did that for me.  
You knew my every thought and at times you thought for me. 
Your touch was the cure that mended every little pain in the native me.
Your voice, your voice was music to my ears that I listened to every second without a pause.
When we were together my heart didn’t take a beat, it just made those sounds.
I was so high in love rehab was not an option.

Do you remember?
Remember once our figures stirred to the Spanish quitter, you inside me dancing tango, the bed was our dance hall. 
Walls observed in silence as they never seen such beauty, applause we performed the greatest show on earth.
Greatest show they will not once forget.
Tell me I was fantasizing when my figure became your sanctuary that you worshiped and suckle your soul with. 
Was I fantasizing when you fleece your heart out for me?
I was the only thing that made sense when none made sense. 
I twirled like a jezebel but you merely saw an angel. 


I doubt I was fantasizing when my dreams became our dreams, when my eyes became our eyes, when my heart became our heart.
Maybe it was just a fantasy however nothing ever stroked so real. 
The fantasy I lived for a second and grieved for a life time. 

The fantasy I desire never arose as it takes my gasp away and the thought of pending back to life to live its effects is tormenting.
For a moment I recollect it was not a fantasy. 
It’s the reality that you and I shared yet battle to overlook. 
It’s the reality that makes me wonder is there genuineness? 
Is there such a thing as a dream, because to me these things are different yet the same.
The cave this reality left in my heart can gulp the entire state and however, however all you say is words I didn’t know occurred in your jargon. 
Verses that shake my humility as I understand maybe it was just a fantasy but I was alone in it. 
I realize you never part of this dream; you just stroll along with the visionary. 


Long poem by Robert Mayy | Details |

Jamaica Jubilee Years


Remember it just like yesterday 
'Twas the sixth of August, independence day
Manley called the election, Busta took the drive
New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived
Topsy turvy, hurly burly, brick brack, nick nacks
All this wondorous excitement
Ever child get a present
Me get two 'cause my plum friend Rosie
Was in love with me

Yes it was 62, the gun was fired
Independence day, 
Jamaica draped in new clothes, fully attired
Black, gold, and green the new emblem
Out of many the motto, then the anthem
Busta came in and did a stint
Soon followed by Sangster's little sprint
But as soon as him took up the reins
He was overcome with natures pains

The trend was set, the pattern was laid
We start get false promises and cronies get paid
It was a six for a nine and a nine for a six
Rasta jump up in uniison  and called it politrix
Then them win our votes 
With chickenback, flower and salt fish 
But inna inner city Kingston, a wish is in a dish
Between the politics and the economic sloth
Them bring in the dollar and burn the pound note

After the founding fathers 
And Sangsters little stint
Shearer bridged the gap and blazed a trail
But instead of driving foreign policy
Him specialize in skirt tail
So come the next election 
Jamaicans soon forget

Manley now preached socialism
And engineered a landslide win
But Jamaicans like licky licky politics
So come the next election,them let Seaga in
But economist can't run socialist country
And don't care how you dance pochominia
That don't feed hungry pickney

With a charasmic demenour and a visionary aim
Jamaicans let Manley sweep the floor again
But with CIA diversion, Cuban exclusion and garisson politics
Them fling out Manley, and Seaga come back with him tricks

Try as he might, with IMF driving foreign policy
And a deeeply devalued dollar currency
Them throw Seaga out and in came Patterson

With window dressed socialism and inate charm
He governed over an era and even weathered Gilbert's storm
But now him get bored and designated the leadership
Sister P was chosen
But in the shadows was Peter Phillips

Between the grooming and the infighting  
Golding saw his chance and moved like grease lighting
And did a victory dance

But with saltfish politics and the cronyism
Mixed with the Tivoli incursion
Him abandon ship and let Holness swim

But thinking he was on a roll
Judging by the opinion poll
Him call a snap election
And Mama P win in a stroll

 One Love.

























Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

Recreation

He plays the chords with his blue depression
          still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
          true satisfaction from there will never be
 
There those extol the merits of your voice
          or the fantasy of ones visionary choice
ones merit to run with company so grand
          or be courtesan to the leader of the band
 
Can such a person ever truly see
          be freed from the snares of this society
reject philosophy and understanding realize
          seek for all the truth and for its prize
  
The concept of purity can he ever hold
          reject the hype that these teachings sold
escape the prison of pride and vanity
          the pursuits of the world and its insanity
 
All of these issues we have had to face
          the system is designed for humanities disgrace
 liquids full of poison forced ingestion sup
          the table of corruption with its broken cup
 
Oh how the gold of vanity has shined
          and its thought adulterated and unrefined
the glitter of those lies have truth polluted 
          with the leaven of the religions instituted
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Gal 5
19 The works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
 22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. 
 
 
Rev 22
 12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
   14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
 


Long poem by Thanks Returns | Details |

Loneliness

Loneliness

He sits at the table and watches the shoppers walk by
There aren’t many seats here, his half-hour limit’s long past
As one by one each worker chats with him; they know this guy
He offers them something for which they could never have asked
Is he all alone but for these times where these grocery carts
Roll blind past this spot where store patrons with sandwiches sit
How much does it matter: he touches the store workers’ hearts
As he in time opens his heart to them too, bit by bit

We need much more than loose companionship: each needs someone
Moment to moment – if you neglect this basic need
And find yourself lulled fast asleep in the Florida sun
The others who share the beach with you will pay you no heed
Your skin that was once yearning warmth having found itself burned
Though long you’d been caught in the thought that you hardly had much
Real need for another – your heart was blocked till you discerned
The pain forcing you to withdraw your own wound-healing touch

Loneliness thus begets loneliness through lack of flow
Leaving society toxic and cold, though aren’t we
Some of the most social creatures: you think we would know
Given the size of our brains that we’ll never be free
To live in our grand isolation – say is it not sad
That we who’ve accomplished so much remain cruelly alone
In safety behind our four walls or four doors, for we’ve had
So many a fear we may act like our hearts are of stone

Most folks are either religious or distant, I think
Though there sure is joy in connecting with someone untamed
If you can sell such on your pat ideas, you may well drink
One and all from the same cup; how could instinct be blamed
For scorn and exclusion of real individualists
Don’t we know strangers whose ways of life cause them to be
Left to themselves with their thoughts – why they’d hardly be missed
That’s why it’s trouble to live as a visionary

He sits at the table: what is he, a healer a saint
Or maybe Kieslowski’s calm witness of silent insight
Observing the Decalogue unfold without the least taint
Of any least judgment, since all of us know our own plight
If you would engage him in talk would you hear unique thoughts
Or would you yet cover him up in the news of the day
And squelch him clear out with a barrel of shoulds woulds and oughts
So leave him there lonely since he’ll never know you that way
    ~ Thanks Always Returns


Long poem by Wiseton Prins | Details |

The true happiness my heart needs

Today I managed to sneak into the realm of time
Twenty years ahead to the dream I hoped to realise
And yes, it really did come to life
 	~~~ 	~~~	~~~
I look up at the wall for the signs I hung
When I was merely twenty four
Now here I am, forty four and living it all

The first sign I put up twenty years ago said
‘Day by day in every way, I am becoming more and more successful’
In the reality of these times that statement couldn’t be truer
I have it all!
If you want to know it’s true, just look beneath my soles
My floor is made of gold!

I look up at the other marble wall
In the ruby frame are the words laced in crystals
That ‘Every moment that lapses, gets me a step closer to my dreams’
Wow, what I a visionary I had been
For yes, here I stand
Three hundred and thirty three storeys above the ground
I’m so high up I can wave and say hi to the angels on heaven’s doors
I truly was an eagle after all and I’ve found my nest above it all
The clouds below are so beautiful
And the air hostesses wink at me as the plane zooms by
And yes, I can  see the world is really round

I look up to the other wall, and next to its titanium beam I see
The sign I put up twenty years back when I didn’t have money to even buy anything 
sweet
It said then as it proclaims now...
‘We think and talk only of prosperity here’
That couldn’t be made clearer than by this reality here
Prosperity in all I see and feel
The banks I own have trouble storing all my gold
And their computers have trouble controlling the trail of zeroes behind the digits of 
my money

Wow! It’s all so nice
But I’m still lonely
What is it worth... all these here to have is there’s no smile to warm my heart
I can have everything I want but a sincere soul to call mate
How I wish for some pretty angel to love me

Man, I have to go back fast, twenty years in history when all this was still a 
dreamer’s story
Back then when I could strum it on a guitar hoping to be swayed by a darling who 
read my poems
I have to go back fast, to set it all right
For now I know this will all come to pass
But it won’t be worth its touch without a family to fill my heart with love and pride
Let me go twenty years back in time,
And pray for fate to help me find, the true wealth my soul seeks
The true happiness my heart needs


Long poem by richard krout | Details |

debaser

Opposing blades split artery walls,
 like slender ubbraided reddish hairs.
Scrutinizing concealed glands
 before a motion picture camera.

Meat to overcome oppisition,
 distressing persistance of control.
Sideshow characters resembling their reputation,
 pungent expressions of their slang.
Progress feeds the timepiece
 with slovenly dejection.
Skillfull vigor regulates the channels
 of slurring outbursts of temper.
Sensually inclined to temptation,
 congregations enticed by violent pleasure.
The superiority of the throne's officers,
 publicly proclaimed
for their ability as weapons.
 Biblical roots for their offensive formation,
providing brutal direction.
 Solicitting the groups disapproval
of the fringes defiance.

Multi-farious fruits of ambiguity
 conconcted among the stars and planets;
all beneath the skin of 
 of your eyelids.
Awakening to a lamentable
 confused darkness.
A painful birth 
 from a muddy hole 
of welfare status.
 Collectively force-fed
forbidden sexual substance,
 crumbs of death cups
from the altars
 of Gog and Magog.
Priests with robes like jelly-fish
 emitting light
into the depth of emptiness
 and night.

Issuing debts 
 of natural desires;
obediance to the 
non-perishing salesman.
 His unsegmented body 
holds ownership
 over culture.
Plastic organs and tissues,
 poisonous fluids flowing red
for the populations impanation.
 An ostentatious diamond
of intelligence,
 an historic insight
from a throne
 of the slain sickly.
Vast and unyielding,
 baseless materialists
transmitting a visionary war;
 A sythetic savior,
we are saved by your glands.
 Bonelike heads of animals
emptied into the coals.

The tossing crowds 
in the passages of worthless cities.
 Twelve tribes of a spoiling population
with knees bent,
 intoxicated upon the carrion
of a righteous lion.
 A barbarous self-interest
regulating their prey 
 through glass screens,
destroying all value
 with permanent doubts,
and a deeply notched discomfort in their hearts;
 a thouroughly communicative
injurious ink of acid
 seperating the indispensable
from the indivisable ingratitudes
 of wichedness and injustice.
A polished mouthpiece;
 for the ornamental rhetoricians
of Tophet.



Long poem by Victor Alexander | Details |

Once Had is Not a Property

ONCE HAD IS NOT A PROPERTY

Few are looking for what many got that I had
Much effort is a necessity as success is a work hard
Some few are looking for a shortcut; heard failure is a bad
Some rather than stress themselves beyond limit they hope on dad
First class became a requisite to get on the bench of elites; we read so mad
Struggling to make the best of results to get on that bench; 4.5 up is not hard
Two years on of great tidings; and our levels was busy beefing up to the points
 On that very long awaited day of reckoning; we listened for the benchmark points
To our dismay; our cumulative grade points accumulations was no longer on point
It became so obvious to all that we had it before is no longer a property on point.

All men are born equal but not a guarantee to be the same
She chose son over father; the shrink said mother is insane
Now the confession; you are the son of your brother that is my son
What a calamity! If am the son of my brother, my father is whose son?
Sometimes lie can be better than the very truth that will stare at us
Let someone break the mirror for the truth it carries mockingly hurt us
This family once had a moment they thought will sustain them forever
Now in chaos and family havoc; incest with a curse they hope won’t last forever
As of the beginning from the family diary there was peace and understanding
Walls closed in now; they had it before is no longer a property of understanding.

Looked everywhere; even the very intellectual four walls of the dictionary
For the meaning of what happened that wasn’t fore-told by the visionary
Father wrote his last will and gave it to our family lawyer the other week
This week; he is dead and my name was nowhere to be found even in one sheet
This amazes everyone; mother couldn’t believe it for there was only one me
Let there be heaven for next time; I rather go to hell now than let this injustice be
As the son and the only child of his father I could only give the best I could give
The very sand in our house will testify if none would that it was exactly what I did
Didn’t get a judgement in court; the judge said it is my right but now was my right
Unfortunate; I was supposed to have it all is not at all a property that is my right.

				
			Lordvip...


Long poem by Kenneth Melvin | Details |

Come To Past Suffering


{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi

The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith in Lord God in anyway

Wrongdoings I shall regret, no outline on knowing the street ropes, the street aided me astray

Puffing pom-pom opera's, tiny opera's bashed on a ash tray, like letting my life go a way

Clearly wasn't reasoning such a thing, the galaxy milky way, stellar universes, milking a pathway, inked a verse

Pin I pad it, weed I had it, Tobacco Free Florida has persuasion to educate it

Debit card on a manage, hindrances I'll damage, upon granted an advantage

Good old days wounded, wound size enlarges, shapes, and withes

As each day announces a rooster, poor kid's are birthed including a tumor

Family speaking, staring pointing to a spine, A rumor, what's not brought to a men's acknowledgement is a rumor

Online typing applications browsing jobs, visionary on helping a consumer

Heart is circumcised, pumping echoes suffer, improved days I fantasize

Seize a card, imprinted letters and digits, profit a debit card name discover

"To collect bravery to attempt a extreme risk"

As we now know time is a cover

Willingness to endure is undiscovered, eventually discovered, the lustful eyes, to a mortal visionary sight, is sightly recovered

Suffering returning, overturn, didn't have control over the birthed sperm

More I live, More I learn

Rejoicing in the absence of money, usually lending away money, comes a limit where we all master to be joyful in the absence of money

" Perhaps Next Time"

Financial stability, Be spent on necessities abilities

Silver and gold no yearning, handle responsibilities

Showing helpfulness, your faintness, one couldn't pack and run, families the bloodstream vein run

Common people turn like a driver test turn, pray the poorest days, pave runaways

Devotee in God, Jesus, one's own effort, visualizations, have no doubt

Have faith experiencing a miracle, faithless guaranteed tomorrow

Life advances to a beautifully visionary paved pathway
- Loverboi


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