A is for Aprons, like Moms used to wear.
B is for Barrettes that adorn young girls’ hair.
C is for Coats, many colors and styles.
D is for Diamonds, best friends that brings smiles.
E is for Elbow pads skateboarders use.
F is for Flippers folks might wear on a cruise.
G is for Gowns, to wear out . . . or to bed!
H is for Helmets - Hard Hats for one’s Head.
I is for Indian saris so bright.
J is for Jewelry that dazzles at night.
K is for Kilts used by Scotts, do you know?
L is for Lingerie, a woman’ peep show!
M is for Masks to look scary or funny.
N is for Necklaces from your sweet honey.
O is for Overalls, comfy for big men.
P is for Pajamas, so easy to fit in.
Q is for a Quilted skirts and jackets too.
R is for Rags - what our worn clothes turn into!
S is for Shorts, for a day warm and glad.
T is for Ties that we all give to Dad.
U is for Underwear. I can see France!
V is for Vest. It enhances your pants.
W is for Wig, great when hair has been shorn.
X is for Xmas clothes too rarely worn.
Y is for Yamaka - only for Jews.
Z is for Zippered, the clothes over buttoned ones that I would choose!
Oh, the things we’ve been wearing since Adam and Eve
first started it off by just wearing their leaves!
For the ABC Contest of CYNDI MACMILLAN
Written by Andrea Dietrich, a big fan of poetry and PoetrySoup.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Allow altruistic artistry among ailing american adversaries.
Bartering begins before begging beasts break brothers.
Capture calamity controlling catastrophe calming castration.
Dedicate decisions directed down dreary deaf disillusionment.
Eradicate equality earning efficient energetic epiphany.
Follow fallen foreigners forgetting faithful flight from fluid folly.
Gasping greatness growing grapes given golden goodness.
Halt hollow hearts hearing helpless happiness.
Imagine impurity imitating indestructible ice inflicting impotent illness.
Justify jolly jerusalem jingling janitors joining january’s jewelry.
Kill kindergarten kings kicking kindly kindred kilts.
Lament likeable links lingering lowly light like lavender letters.
Mount monetary moments melting motherly marshal monuments.
Negate nightly notions noticing nurtured naughty nakedness.
Open oblivious obligation of odd operative oceans.
Propagate proposed premonitions producing proud pirate papas.
Quiet quilted questions quickly quoting quaint qualm quandary.
Remember righteous royalty returning rotten remnant rage.
Skip silent sulking surrounding super salty sounds squeezing sanity.
Teach talented tearful tyrants total trivial topics training treason.
Utter utopian universality upon united unitarian usurpers.
Violate vermin validity valuing victorious vomiting virgin volunteers.
Wash wandering women wondering whether western whiteness welcomes war.
X-ray xeric xenophobic xylem-made xebec.
Yearn yellow yearlings yelling yonder yuletide yachtsmen.
Copyright © Justin Presson | Year Posted 2007
All Being Considered, Dating Every Friendly Girl Has It's Joy. Kisses, Long Massages,
Necking, Only Poetic, Quick Responsive, Stable, Talkative, Unusually Vivacious Women
Who're Xenial, Youthful, Zealous!
*For ABC contest
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2010
Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
fertile ground.. hollyhocks..
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines..
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2010
I love because I can.
In a society that embraces
those who have, not those to
I am still able to share this
I walk down poverty lane happy
with a rich heart.
My calloused hands are all I
need to create my world.
Copyright © Nichole Schindewolf | Year Posted 2012
ENOUGH WITH YOUR
ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE HERE?
"I AM MY ME"...AND SO WHAT?
ARE YOU THE FIRST OR THE
TO HAVE ACHIEVED THAT
THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE AND
IF YOU CARE....
JOB DIED WHILE APPLE,
OOOOH GBUDU GBANG WHY?
WHEN WILL ALL THIS
THE LASS WAS A TODDLER
WHEN YOU ENCOUNTERED
AND STILL HARK BACK
DID WE NOT HAIL YOU WHEN
YOU OUTWITTED THE
WHEN YOU UNWOVEN
ANANSE'S BYZANTINE WEB
AND UNDID HIS MYSTICAL
LOOMS, DID WE NOT PRAISE
SO WHY THE HARK BACK
I TELL YOU,WE ARE NOT TIRED
OF YOUR EXPLOITS
BUT OF THEIR STALE
IF ONLY I COULD GET YOU
ENOUGH WATER TO SWALLOW
TO FILL THE NOISY THIRSTY
EMPTINESS OF UR LUMEN
THEN WE COULD HEAR THE
FOR HE TOO I KNOW,HAS A
GREAT STORY TO TELL.
AND WHO KNOWS?
THE FEATHERED FELLOW
MIGHT PUT A FEATHER IN
Copyright © Emmanuel Okpoti | Year Posted 2012
There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. Inarguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she eos rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
Copyright © Zen reed | Year Posted 2015
People think they know you but truth is no one really knows the true you. People always say they know me but do they really? Know one knows the true real me only I know all my secrets and the things I hide and know when I am hiding my emotions. You look at some one and judge them just by the way they look or talk and dress, but do you really know what is going on? People judge me all the time for how I look, how I dress, how I talk, how I act towards people. You can’t just judge some one when you first meet or see them. Why is it that people judge each other? If you just judge people and not get to see the real them you might just miss out on a nice person. Yes I judge people but I at least give them a chance to prove my judgment wrong.
Copyright © diann guillen | Year Posted 2012
I have lived in a time my phone at home
I survived all day this way
I see young mothers pushing pram phone in hand
I see the nation connecting to their station
I see drivers phone in hand equal to a drunken man
I see shock on people’s faces listening to their conversation
I see people panic not plugging in might be a sin
I feel so sad to see so many missing out present glory
I count myself so lucky dog and bone at home
mindful walks happy talks face to face rain and wind
squirrel’s running up a tree leaves falling slowly
smells taken in from all around nothing is more profound
over whelming all we have touch smell see sound taste the air
mobile phone I keep at home my present moment no rehearsal
Copyright © niall fulham | Year Posted 2017
The modern generation
Is coming all the way
To colonize the old one to get it’s accommodation
It’s encouraging many people
To welcome it’s arrival
But once it’s welcomed
There is no survival
It’s taking away many people especially teenagers
With very simple measures
It’s attracting the south pole and the north pole
By giving them someone to go for
And that’s why people are dying in fours;
A girl, a boy, and a pair of two models
The models of the two
The models who showed the two what to do in their clue
At different times they were born
But at the same time they are gone
Take a look at the boys of today on the way
They pull the short down as if the shorts overweigh
They wear huge hats which are so wide
And turn them around to balance the head on the other side
Isn’t it too heavy to crash the brain
Isn’t it too heavy to use up the digested grain
Ah! Your parent s must have been tired of feeding you advise
They must have been tired of being kind and nice
They are just waiting for the time when the white clouds will become grey
And rain will fell from their eyes on this day
They will just worry and burry you in a day
And forget about you because you made them loose their hope
They are tired of having commas
This time they have a full stop
Copyright © Walani Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2012
Xylophones ping the 'Orleans' Umbrella dance
You'll soon join in with the thunderous
Zedeco music two stepping through the streets
While the rest of the nation looks on in horror
Voodoo Queens follow the Exorcist around
Unless you specify otherwise, you'll find
The tour bus will drop you at the Cemetery
Suddenly you'll hear 'Marie Laveau's Tomb come alive
Rest assured that Voodoo is not to be mocked
Queens are also present in the form of Drags
Preposterous? Come take a Bourbon St. stroll
On the left side you'll find Al Hirt's Club
Never to be out done by Pete Fountain's band
More tourist are hospitalized here than any other place
Lax atmosphere contributes to the violence
Knowing that police have little chance
Justice will always remain slim
Innocents are mostly forgotten
Holding cells runneth over
Giving way to a Saints Football game
For everyone to set aside worries
Especially the owner now quite senile
Don't however be discouraged
Come one and all to New Orleans
Be invested in the 'City that Care forgot'
Aware that Tomb 374 awaits your arrival!
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2015
I am a Jewish boy
I wonder if I will ever survive
I hear people screaming and crying
I see skinny people with shaved
I want to see my family
I am a Jewish boy
I pretend to smile
I feel very scared
I touch something that feels like a
I worry if I will ever survive
I cry when I see dead bodies
I am a Jewish boy
I understand someone ought to die
I say people will survive and
freedom will come
I dream that I will survive this
I try to save other people
I hope for freedom
I am a Jewish boy
Copyright © Vinnie Magnani | Year Posted 2013
Cold hands, shaky breaths
Sir, do you shiver at night?
Sad smiles from passer-bys
Your dull eyes used to have light
But now you wish you were just blind
Demons in your head
Your bruises still red
Ma'am, what happened to your bed?
Ripped clothes, dry throats
These roads aren't just roads
These stains on the streets
Aren't just stains anymore
Kid, do you feel your heart crumbling?
Because there are people out there
Who don't have four walls they can call home
Kid, do you think they deserve this?
Because I definitely don't.
Copyright © Melisha Kaur | Year Posted 2015
I am prejudice i hate people of different color
I hate the thought of white
I hate the thought of brown
I hate the thought of black
fall into my grasps and be prejudice too
it is easy to do
when someone does not look or has the same color of you
why not hate someone that is different but still a person
even though you know not his or her character or personality
i think it is wise to despise
it is cool to be cruel
follow my path and let us hate together
i give no opportunity to people to see their true self
i love not the differences that makes people special
i only know hate how lonely and sad and full of hate i am
I am prejudice and i am no man
FOR THE RECORD I AM NOT PREJUDICE I WRITE THIS POEM AS WHAT PREJUDICE WOULD SAY IF IT COULD SPEAK IT DOES SPEAK ONLY HATE
Copyright © autry emanuel | Year Posted 2013
The year that is about to make its last appearance
before it dies and is buried to be only given a place
in the history of our existence has brought ?e joy,
l° shall therefore, out of obligation rather than
leisure acknowledge its fairness and generosity. It
began on a high as l° aimed to make it through the
Bar exams and to be successfully called to the
Nigerian Bar. This singular goal, controlled all
others and made them seem less important. In the
end, the story ended greatly, we all do love happy
endings, l° am a Barrister and Solicitor of the
Supreme Court of Nigeria. To God be the glory.
Yet, the most important aspect of the year wasn't
the fact that l° became a Barrister, rather, it is the
fact that through the demanding and rough
journey of reaching and achieving that goal, along
came people of great personality, people l° knew
had the character to spur you on and literally uplift
you both psychologically and in every other positive
way possible. For the first time in my life, l° was
opened to the richness of the earth's diversity, both
in religion as well as in culture. l° even spoke new
languages and danced to new tunes. l° was given a
new eyes, l° did see the world from another
perspective, it was thrilling and l° came to see the
blessing in the cultural and ethnic differences. But,
the crux of the essay being friendship.
The year 2012, gave ?e the most supportive,
reliable and cheerful individuals to work and also
relax with. These people not withstanding their
different social, religious and academic background
did with ease find a common ground and built a
strong fold for friendship. There were moments no
doubt during the year when it would have been
quite impossible to move ahead without the
support and undying motivation of these
individuals, as l° do stand at this bridge, about to
cross to the other end of the journey, l° would take
a few minutes to say a very hearty thank you to all
of you. From my parents, without whom there will
be no Barrister attached to my name, words fail
?e. l° do say a big thank you. To my siblings who
went out of their own financial obligations to
support ?e through the difficult but productive
year, l° am ever indebted to all of you jointly and
severally. For a friend like no other, master
Chinasa Orji, let your heart desires become reality
unto you bro and the same gratitude goes to the
entire Orji family. l° will now try as much as l° can,
to mention a few of those whose friendship,
alleviated the burden of the journey through 2012,
and l° say the list is not quite chronological, l° just
add to it as l° do remember, these persons include
but not restricted to:
1. Mazi Ezegamba Esq.
2. Mr. Frank Somto Esq. (Ajo anu)
3. Okpara Chinedu Esq.
4. Mallam Abubakar Lawal EsQ
5. Mr. Yage Bamiyi Esq.
6. Adesola Adelusi Esq. (Miss)
7. Amarachi Esq.
8. Tony Amaechi Ojukwu (Esq. )
9. Sir Nnanna JOJ Oketa (Esq).
10. Richard Bassey Iyaha (Esq.) - God bless you
11. Chinelo Ogbozor Esq.
12. Churchill Udedibor Esq.
13. Henry Onugwu Esq.
14. Forster Eneh Esq.
15. Kingsley Chime Esq.
16. Mr Magnus Akabueze
17. Emmanuela Oraegbu Esq.
18. Nonso Nzedebe Esq.
19. Orji Ukah Agwu Esq.
20. Chinedu Ezeokoronkwo Esq.
21. Emmanuel Okoroji Esq.
23. Onyinye Nnorom Esq.
24. John Daramola Esq.
25. Chisom Nnabuife Esq.
26. Ebikaboere Abiri Esq.
27. Tobi Esq. - Mi consigliere
28. Michael Dokpesi. Esq.
29. Mr Idowu
30. Mr. Majemite Emoubonovie Esq. - very
31. Mr. Samson Itodo Esq
32. Muna Nweke
33. Da silva Joy
34. Kingsley Uwakwe Esq.
36. Kaobi Esq.
37. Chinwe Ozobu Esq.
38. Ifesi Udeh Esq.
39. Ihezi Okeafor
40. Ezekiel Egbo
41. Chima obiEze Esq.
42. ID Kabasa - my esteemed barber
43. Mary Alice Simms
44. Victor Mok Esq.
45. Bukky Esq.
46. Josh Olomo Esq.
47. Edosa Esq.
48. Detola Esq.
49. Bassey Bassey Esq.
50. Sammy Udoh. Esq.
51. Sabastine Udoh Esq.
52. Iyke Ananuba Esq.
53. Kingston Esq.
55. Victor Idiong Esq.
56. Mariam Ekenimoh Esq.
These and many more people that l° can't put all
here for the lack of time and to make it less boring
to read really and honestly contributed to my
success in making this year count and l° pray that
the year we are about to witness and explore will
bring us more reasons to celebrate, love and
Do have a great NEW YEAR.
Copyright © Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq | Year Posted 2012
IN THIS GENERATION, THE LEVEL OF EVIL HAS BECOME so RAMPANT that CHRISTIANITY IS ALMOST VACCANT.
IN THIS GENERATION, CHRISTIANITY HAS BECOME A SHADOW, SO SHALLOW THAT IT’S ONLY DWINDLING ON THE BANKS OF FOG.
IN THIS GENERATION, CHRISTIANITY, JUST LIKE DIGNITY, VANITY AND VIRGINITY ARE NOW CONSIDERED AS INSANITY.
THERE IS NO SONG, NO QUESTION AND NO PEACE
BUT WHO IS TO BLAME?
FOR EVERYONE IS MAKING A STEP BACKWARDS AND SAYING AWE SINDINE!
WHAT THEN SHALL WE DO BECAUSE EVIL HAS STRIPPED ITS CURTAINS ON MANKIND AND???
THE MORALS AND VALUES THAT COMPLETES ONES HUMANNESS HAVE ALL BEEN LOST IN THE WILDERNESS. FURTHERMORE
THE TRAUMATIC AND SATANIC ACTS LIKE HUMAN DISCRIMINATION AND ELIMINATION THROUGH PREGNANCY TERMINATION HAVE BECOME A NORMAL ROUTINE OF THE DAY.
AS EARTHLY ANGELS, WE SHALL STRUGGLE TO KEEP OFF THE DIRTY ACTIVITIES THAT HAVE MUSHROOMED IN EVERY SOCIETY BECAUSE NOWADAYS, THERE indeed IS A VARIETY OF ANXIETY.
NOWADAYS, PEOPLE HAVE ACCEPTED EVIL. THEY HAVE REJECTED CHRIST WHO, FOR THEIR SAKE, WAS SACRIFICED.
NOWADAYS, PEOPLE HAVE DESERTED THEIR SAVIOUR. THEY HAVE EMBRACED THEIR EVIL BEHAVIOR.
NOWADAYS, PEOPLE FALL IN A SPIRITUAL WAR. THEY LACK FAITH AND THE DEVIL, FROM HIS BREATH POURS DEATH ON THIS EARTH WHICH HAS NO FAITH SO?
LETS US START: REDEEMING THE TIME FOR THE DAYS ARE EVIL!
INDEEED! THE END IS NEAR! THE BATTLE-FIELD IS ALREADY CLEAR! SO YOU MUST endure, PERSEVERE AND MUST HAVE NO FEAR BECAUSE ALL DAYS ARE NUMBERED!
Copyright © fred kanshamba | Year Posted 2012
Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown
Some people laugh and play
Other people sit and stay
We all want to wear it
And even compare it
In my room sometime strain at the wall
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone
The trust of the fact that
We are not all that!
Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013
A period of emotions - I'm a command I'm an order
I'm right there at the end of the border.
I don't have an identity of my own
A character that you give, is what I borne.
I carry much anger, much frustration
Sometimes I'm used to deliver news of devastation.
I carry tears from the war of treachery
And at times I carry screams of political mockery.
I'm not happy even though I'm never alone
Incomplete statements are accompanied by my clones.
I'm the verdict, I'm the decision
I'm the king , the ruler of precision.
I'm dark at times, and at times I'm grey
I'm as sharp as the sun's ray.
I've meanings as deep as the oceans
I'm not just a period, I'm a period of emotions.
Copyright © Srujana Satyavada | Year Posted 2015
Thankfulness: the opposite of complaining
This isn’t going to come easily, it will take a little training
It’s the concept of being content with all that we own
And being grateful for all the love that God has shown
We so often think that our lives are so rough
Because we are so focused on getting, because we think we don’t have enough
But stop and take a look around
You’re sitting alive in luxury safe and sound
We really don’t understand how fortunate we are
We have food, water, a house, and usually more than one car
There are millions upon millions of people less fortunate
People that we don’t share our fortune with
There are people out there who have absolutely nothing
And this is for real, I’m not bluffing
They’re not sure where they are going to get their next meal
Take a minute and imagine how that must feel
C’mon, let that sink in
And that’s only one place I can begin
So many people are completely broke, struggling to survive, have failing health, live in way, and have nowhere to live
And you’re trying to say that YOU have nothing to give?
We sit here in our beautiful homes, brand new clothes, full of food, iphone in hand
While there are people out there who are too sick and weak to stand
Now to this, how are we going to react? Cause this sure isn’t fiction, it’s 100% fact
Are we going to ignore this and just sit around?
Are we comfortable just sitting in the background?
I say as children of God we need to take action
We need to get out there, not being swayed by every little distraction
Serving and giving generously to others doesn’t follow “The American Dream”
But maybe that’s not the right way to live, as though it may seem
I say it’s time for us to lay down our pride
Are you going to serve? It’s your turn to decide
We are all one body, we all have the same worth
That’s true for all the people here on earth
By Jesus we are called to love and not just sit around
Cause when we die, we don’t want to be just another corpse in the ground
In James chapter one we are called to serve the orphans and widows in their distress
We know exactly what to do, we don’t need to guess
Now this subject I really want to address
And my feelings, I want to express
If we were really thankful for all that we own
We would be OK to step out of our comfort zone
And if we are truly grateful
We would serve others in any way we are able
By doing this, we express our care for those who need it
That we can go out and DO something, we actually believe it
I may have just rambled on, but I wanted to make a point
But now you know my personal viewpoint
Now I’m not just talking to you, this also applies to me
So often I don’t fill the role I was called to be
But I believe that thankfulness isn’t just an emotion, it requires action to make it true
So now here’s the big question, what are you going to do?
Are you going to get out there or continue to stand on the sideline?
Are you going to be absolutely thankful or continue to whine?
You can try to convince yourself that people are fine
But think about it while on that $50 meal you dine
You can help change a life for pennies a day
That’s right, only one dollar a month you have to pay
“Dollar for the Poor” is an organization that’s making a change
Only one dollar a month? That just sounds strange
But it’s true, they’re making an impact
What if we all heard this and could properly react? One dollar a month and you can change a life
For that little donation, you can save someone from a cycle of strife
But it’s not just about money, it’s also about giving your time
This is real talk, not just a pantomime
There are so many things we aren’t thankful for every day
What if all of it was suddenly stripped away? Could we still be thankful and love God without all our stuff?
Will his constant love and providing actually be enough?
Our thankfulness shouldn’t be based off our prosperity or wealth
We so often blame God when loved ones have failing health
We should be thankful for the lives that we already live
Because God’s perfect gift of salvation is the best anyone can give
So don’t forget today, offer God your true thanks for life and your daily bread
Because apart from him, we would be left for dead
Copyright © Evan Perkins | Year Posted 2013
Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.
Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013
Some say that people has no effect on who they are,
well allow me to take you to another degree without the support of a college degree.
I see the world in colors that means everything plays its role
including the smallest flowers .
In order to be different you would need to compare,
now what would you be different from if there's no one there?
It is the actions of people, they're ways of thinking and they're where about
that lets us examine our inside out.
It is their achievements and their flaws that gives our reality an abrupt pause.
You're made by God some would argue, yet all decisions are made by you.
It's because of people why you don't give loosely.
It's because of people why you can't go astray.
They're also the reason why you have to watch what you say.
It's because of people why you choose your friends
and also why some rules you don't bend.
People play a vital role even more than you know.
Some are made to bring us down while some are just to see us grow
and if I did not believe this.
Then words such as Intimidate, Inspire, motivate and Influence would never exist.
Copyright © Germaine Thompson | Year Posted 2014
I see green people
They tell me they come in peace
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil
Copyright © Andre Sanders | Year Posted 2012
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Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2011
Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.
Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013
My disability is not my weakness
My mind tells me that I am capable
My heart agrees to the sayings of my mind
Yes I am able despite my limitations
Hear me out you people with limited understanding
Hear me out you people who seek better understanding
I’m calling you so that I can add a little bit to your understanding
Disabled, what an inspiration contained by disabled
D o it myself, yes I can
I nverting peoples mind to accept me for who I am
S wiftly move them from prejudice
A dvertise the possibilities of leaving with my disability
B uild those who suffer from low self-esteem
L ead them to joy brought by self acceptance
E nable others to see the bright side of their conditions
D espise none existing shame of being disable thrown
Copyright © Bongani Zungu | Year Posted 2012
Boss, being as this is leap year
and Feb 29th is an extra day
do I have to work tomorrow?
tomorrow being an EXTRA day
He says, take your appeal
to the big man upstairs
he invented 365 days
and these pesty leap years
With all due respect, I reply
I thought it was the Greek culture
Not the the big man upstairs
that invented "time" as we know it
(I didn't REALLY say that, I just thought it)
BUT, I say, it's an EXTRA day
kinda like SATURDAY?
do you expect me to work
So he says, look at it this way
most months are 30 or 31 days long
so really, you are working a short month
only 29 days long
I have to admit
this crap makes sense
so I give up my appeal
concerned that I might
if I don't keep quiet
end up owing money in the deal
Copyright © Kimmy Holmes | Year Posted 2008
An editor from ABC news
Had a case of the transgender blues
He showed up in a dress and a wig
And swore he had not had a swig
Claiming that he had begun
Hormone therapy 101
He said that the line had been drawn
He wanted to now be called Dawn
He felt he was a woman trapped
Within a male body wrapped
He said he’s splitting from his wife
And planned to live a woman’s life
But three months later – change of heart
Said he woke up with a start
Said his mind was just a blank
Thought his wife had played a prank
Dressed him up in bra and wig
Fake ID with DAWN typed big
But undressed – looking in the mirror
Don Ennis saw things so much clearer
For there were boobs where hair had been
Boobs you wouldn’t find on men
Hormone imbalance had done the trick
And hormones just might make it stick
He said that now he understood
To be a man – a man for good
He’d have to change his chemistry
And undergo some therapy
His three month change a wondrous gift
But back to man he had to shift
He said he would remain a straight
And lead the fight on those who hate
But as for him he would admit
A woman’s life just didn’t fit
Months pass - - -
Then in a note to just a friend
He said I’m changing course again
Don Ennis has the gender blues
The truth told by ABC News
Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2013
Creative people far and wide, east to west.
Those who paint, sing, and all the rest
Those who lavish their heart onto their art
Are individual expressions of God’s Grand Sonata
They create to keep the little details of life relevant,
And they keep their fire bright in its element.
Artists can't be told who to be,
For their spirits are free.
All their creations, they admire,
In awe of simplicity - becoming inspired.
So creators of little things
Creators of greater things,
Craft your aesthetic wings.
For people with colorful minds
Should fly away from this weeping world.
And their homes are not here or there,
Never bought nor sold,
But they live in the sacred realm of their souls.
Copyright © Noah Ploderer | Year Posted 2016
Almost by chance
for generating harmonious inclusivity
lest man’s nature
opens past’s quickly resolved struggles
to unite vengeful warring xenophobes
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
I am a puppy
I wonder if my owner will ever give me that treat
I hear people calling me cute
I see black and white people
I want to go outside and play
I am a puppy
I pretend to chase my tail
I feel very loved
I touch something sticky with paws
I worry if I will ever get that treat
I cry when my owner does not let me go outside
I am a puppy
I understand someone ought to let me outside
I say in bark, woof, woof
I dream that my owner will give me my treat
I try to jump to get it
I hope my owner will give me my treat
I am a puppy
Copyright © Vinnie Magnani | Year Posted 2013