Death of Church
One upon a time, my friend
There was a church
Crazy people of that instance
Tried to forge the God
They placed fears and conditions
And occurred as well renditions
They believed that humans saints
And that's why their instance ends
They possessed the funds of money
Were evil, pedophiles
They took money from the people
Fraudulating pseudorights
They implied they are Controller
For the moral for the race
They removed the best in humans
And implied a lot of craze
Their reasoning was schizo
Their motive was control
They imposed associations
So that sanity would fall
DUE DIVERSITY of the UNITED STATES it i sCONSTITUTINAL to remove cHURCH SCHOOL from HOMESCHOOLING list of allowed practices and produce a WARNING that CHRISTIAN sect organization my badly influence yourself and your children
A. Anarchy
Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under
In an antique shop, I bought an old lamp,
This particular evening I had nothing to do;
That’s when I decided to give it a good clean,
As I was rubbing it a genie from it flew out.
This creature with huge ears thanked me,
For releasing him he granted me three wishes;
Any wish I wanted it would come through;
Accept for violence or anything malicious.
I thought very hard about it and came to a decision,
End to wars and peace to the world I will choose;
Secondly, I yearned for the abolishment of hunger,
Lastly to protect children from paedophilia abuse.
TUESDAY 16th OCTOBER 2018
Three Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
July Fourth, Independence Day in the
United States of America, a
Nonracial celebration of
Emancipation of all Americans from the
Tyranny of
England and the beginning of freedom for
Enslaved people. June
Nineteenth celebrates the abolishment of
The African-American slavery and beginning
History of the Civil Rights Movement.
July 14, 2018
Juneteenth Acrostic Contest by Edward Ibeh
Fourth Place
The smell of death fills the air,
It is almost impossible to bear,
The scent of life and love seems too far away,
But every night I pray,
That our countries will be in peace rather than pieces,
That god will guide us to a realization,
That will get us through this frustration,
All of man will unite as one,
To fight for human rights,
For the abolishment of discrimination,
Against the men and women that make up our nation,
But until then I will pray,
Until we can open the peace gateway.
We've got a government
In need of abolishment.
That's said with honesty
And astonishment
Because it hasn't been accomplished yet
Or even attempted
Because every one of our rights
Are being neglected
And every argument that
We make against it
Is quickly rejected
And never again upon
Are they reflected
Because our attentions
Are quickly redirected
By the 4th branch that we
Never elected
Forsaken behind the desolation
cry.
As I hold myself pretending
that my arms themselves carry
the title as guardianship.
But it's all pretend.
This abolishment, this
unpleasant annihilation ...
Why am I broken?
This abnormal irregular
disorder which shallows me
whole.
Stay away from me I beg.
I'm nothing more than a
monstrosity..
An abnormality..
Pretending to be like everyone
else...
Pretending to fill this empty
hole in my chest.
Like mankind pretending to
create peace.
I'm nothing more then a myth
trying to become apart of a
world that never wanted me.
- Robert
The rubicon is crossed,
thirteenth legion for glory.
Augustan,publico pro bono,
behold the untold story.
Marched into all Rome,
flags of the republic burn.
Demons threaten his name,
and say they shall return.
All hail justice reborn!,
Caesar, men will know fear.
Battle drums retired now,
nobody guarding the frontier.
Bingeing under empire skies,
baths with foreigners galore.
Wavering peace for the rich,
an abolishment of the poor.
The years passed quickly,
Cicero's return with his scars.
Trampled Rome so defenseless,
once again burning under stars.
Hung from the Romulus gate,
tyrant now in history's stones.
Curia of Pompey never tainted,
with Julius Ceaser's bones.
Waring spirt names
survival games
arrows pierce deep
while enemy sleep
Hair of length
every braves strength
timid of sorts
hunting, survival sports.
Arrows of rock
clay made crock
rock bangle beads
bare-back horse speeds
Squa with brave
living in cave
lights of torches
summer heat, skin scorches
Sleep amidst the stars
wears honorable scars
each one a testement
of weakness abolishment
Linda Terrell
Novmber 2009
I seen on the internet it is Native American week.
Swan-Bird; instruct me and pray ye swift
That I might show (Babs) as villainous
For he forced Father's self-abolishment to his beloved gift
Thrice- as insect- my revenge has proven venomous
So out of the sea- my flight becomes son-ominous
http://enwikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_of_the_Bumblebee
Inspirations:
Aleksandr Pushkin's original poem
Fanfare - a vignette about a "piece" of music
April 14th 2009
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Written in Quintain (English) form: rhyming sequence of ababb, no set measure or foot
All rights reserved - reposted 6-3-09
It can be seen all around us
Hard times and its sounds
Companies closing down
Gas and fuel go up and staying unsettled
Then they fall to their lowest in years
Melancholy awareness and tears
War in other lands
Religion and stained hands
Media melodrama
Families going homeless
Foreclosure how sad
To loss the only home you ever had
Strange new biohazards in your neighborhood
A new beetle brought to North America eating at our woods
Turmoil worry
Fast pace lifestyles hurry up and hurry
Cut backs in city police and fireman
Laying the grounds for higher crime
Dirty politicians
Smeared on national TV
Kids on cell phones and I-pods
Addicted to electronics’ now they’re new God’s
Animals abandoned
One can easily become despondent
Are we near twentieth century abolishment?
Abolishment
Dire need
Unsatisfied
Lonely
To be noticed
Erotic
Rampant
Yearning