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Created By Choices

Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son

A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need

When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair

Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again

I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave

Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat

Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me

She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole

Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices

My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created

Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes

Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

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Love, Hate And My Fate

In my quest of life sublime
I face a mountain I must climb

There dwells up inside of me
A growing amount of hostility

My anger is growing day by day
Regardless of the prayers I pray

Like two grinding tectonic plates
One is love and the other is hate

As the plates slowly grind away
Price of hate my love must pay

Like a beautiful exotic dance
Hate is held in dark romance

Like a lone mountain flower
Love shall hold mystic power

The two sides of a single face
Only one can rule this place

Off to hell fallen angels go
Is this the fate of my soul?

Is the meaning of this rhyme?
Bound by the hands of time

For all to hear and all to see
Love and hate each dwell in me

Love and hate each have their goal
I wonder, which shall win my soul

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2011

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SLAP the POET -Doc-

   ~ SLAP the POET ~

First, you come to splat my baby SKAT!
Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that.

You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT.
OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt.

Thank you for waking me from my cat nap.
Now it's time to bend you over my lap.

I will spank you like a kid for talking crap.
Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap.

I will slap my hand across your face.
For posting your Acrostic disgrace.

On my face was a smile that you post
With a look you'll never know

Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers.
Claiming  my twins carry certain powers.

In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons.
While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's.

Take some notes when you read this.
Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss.

Don't make yourself out a poet fool.
Keep your cool and clean off your drool.

Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss.
It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce.

            ~ SKAT ~
       (Dakarai Cobbs)

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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You frown with disapproval since you have a pedigree.
Born in the USA, you say, ancestors crossed the sea.

Proud of your German heritage, and I am just a hick.
Your phony pearls, your knock-off bag, you always look real slick.

You treat me like I'm nothing with your nose turned up so far.
I'd rent that space if in the need of a place to park my car.

But a shiny cover does not value always quite equate.
I'm sure your "antique" silverware is only silver plate.

No, value comes from something more that's hidden deep inside.
It's born of love and empathy, not silly, baseless pride.

It doesn't come in just one color, an accent or a creed
Hitler was rich but I'd rather come from Cesar Chavez' seed!

So I'd rather have an ice cold beer with a gifted Mexican
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin!

Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016

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Disdain from a Bull to a Cow

To stay right on one opinion, all must belong deviations and differences no matter how logical, stay wrong. Socializing with others is a forceful and noisy drag integrating is impossible, rather prefer to be an isolated bag. Based on accent, appearances and names to others, these men treat the societal value of some, measured by what they eat. Strong opinions in opposition to reasoning for logic to marvel humanity, one step towards tragedy in life’s endless Novel. A strict brotherhood with an ideology as its drive having a dangerous will to hinder any other’s strive. Human manipulations and disasters to change nature’s stage systematically cutting off the rest to give theirs undue advantage. So much lessons we have to learn from the past yet the exhibition of man’s cruelty still lasts. Evil doers, acting as nature’s sons in disguise making it shocked and look in surprise. All lives are cultivated by God’s tractor yet discrimination and persecution lay on him as the factor. As the Earth becomes smaller, civilization and globalization cope actualizing a world of fine mixture which is our hope.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Why do I Love You, You Hate Everything You've Become

There’s are ghosts in your head that just won’t die
While there’s a liar in your eyes on whom I can’t rely
And there’s a method to your madness, but no one knows
That something’s not right until its ugly face shows
Because the ghosts just keep screaming, too loud for you to hear
That when you thought I was gone, I’d always stayed right here
And though the liar tried to trick me, saying words you’d naught believe
So that I took on all your monsters when all I needed was a reprieve
But soon you tasted my blood to find that you liked the taste
Longing, wanting more, so you laid me waste
Though I begged and I pleaded for you my dear
You only heard and saw ghosts never really there.
And when you saw your blood, it proved the last straw
That horrible scream that unhinged your jaw,
I knew never again could I come to call you mine
As foolish a faith as that of a Divine.
For you, there was only the ghosts inside your head
Haunting your eyes and the liar with all his words yet said.

Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2011

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Matter of Choice

some may pray
others stray

believe as you wish
life is the main dish

you may even hate me
just don’t hang me from tree

how we live is our choice
you may hear your god’s voice

live and let live that’s my life
see you in the afterlife

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Alien Planet On Earth

African continent was the richest continent once,
Most of the modern jewelleries come from there,
But they are the porest nations for the results of violence,
Their natural resources are being looted with pleasure.

Once they were unknown to the modern worlds,
The European people first did find out them indeed,
They started to bring black Africans as their slaves.
From that time they were being harrassed and tortured.

They were not recognised as human as we are usually, 
Thier main crime was their colour was black not white,
Even they were scolded comparing to apes randomly,
They were born only to suffer for hunger and to fight.

Copyright © Md Shahadat Hossain | Year Posted 2017

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Haughty Naughty Halloween

Oh how I hate thy haughty hours oh Halloween!
Your thorns and thistles are these terrifying teens
who wear worried looks, walking, wobbling…woeful;
daring doors and deeds that are dreadful.

Cruising for candy: the core of thy course oh Halloween!
kind kids from keen kindred knock their kith and kins,
playful princes paint pure palaces in pale, purple and pink;
Spreading stones and soiling streets with sweets... that stink.

In the hollow of thy haunting hands… oh Halloween!
mighty men melt at the melodrama of masked men…mean;
Trick or treat, terrors or treasures? The termites ask the tall trees,
waiting, willing and working to waste their wares and wears.
Oh how I hate thy hit and run habits… oh Halloween!
Sharing sudden sweets for strangers you have never seen;
heating up the heartbeat of happy husbands and wives,
you turn lively, lovely lads into lurking and longing lives.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2009

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I Hate the News

I Hate the News
By Franklin Price

Just want to say, I hate the news.
Reporters drive me to more booze.
They spin the news as they see fit
It's hard to make some sense of it

They tell the story their own way,
The truth or not is what they say,
Complete or partial;  out of context.
Never surprised, what they say next.

Where is Cronkite, Chet and Dave?
They are turning in their graves
I know for sure they cannot rest
Seeing the truth put to the test

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016

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Ode to Cats

Come 'ere kitty eyes so green
Tell me why you're so dang mean
Climbin' curtins and the walls
Midnight rampage through the halls
Chasin' air but never rats
You should know I hate cats!

9/24/2005~db©deborah burch

*just a note: i dont hate cats...(as long as they realize and behave as dogs)...any i have been owned by realize this and quickly learn to fetch, come, sit, no, and master the english such....this kitten(now a cat) is my son's: Oliver, appropriatly named, who is the real-life version of "Garfield" in every possible way...and dearly loved :)
big hugs~deb

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012

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The word I hate the most is the word “CLOSURE"
It is used constantly, so much as to over exposure.

We want closure on our feelings, closure on events
CLOSURE to me is when something shut, not something to supplement

I want this feeling to end, not put a closure on it
My feelings won’t go away by closing a door they still won’t quit.

For those that want to use it please go ahead feel free
But please don’t use closure if you want to talk to me.

So now my little gripe comes to an end or is it CLOSURE
You see you have got me doing it, I am now losing my composure.

If someone can give me a word to use instead of it
I’ll be grateful till the day I die and be one very happy Brit.
© 26/07/2012 

Entry to Michael Falatico's “What word do you hate most” contest

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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I Hate Spiders

I Hate Spiders!

I hate spiders!
They make me shake, they make me quiver
unhinged panic they deliver,
of all the insects, they’re the worst
with arachnophobia I’m cursed.

Whether they are huge or small
it matters not, I hate them all,
if one on the wall, I see,
a battle forms it’s it or me.

Where they go they make no noise, 
so with a shoe I’m always poised,
born with no appealing features,
horrid, ugly, disgusting creatures.

They move with speed that’s unsurpassed,
eight legs can motor pretty fast,
my first anxiety and fear,
I wish they’d all just disappear, cause


June 21, 2016

Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2016

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Your IQ

The higher your IQ,
the less your friends like you.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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About A Cruise I Hate

About A Cruise I Hate

There seemed to be so much turmoil
Something my perfect trip would spoil
With weather being bothered by a storm
Caused by cold front while over a warm.

Direction of cruise suddenly had to change
My mind and thoughts must re-arrange
Knowing Eastern Caribbean was the best
Not wanting west side part of our quest.

Some things about a cruise I always hate
Going on one of them never like to wait
And what I will want to do some how
Is would really rather go here and now.

Does this sound familiar?

Jim Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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The Dark Side of You II '21 words'


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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This malevolent word - Hate
May keep you from Heaven's gate
If it's carried in your heart
God will ask, "Where thou art?"
He says HIM you can never know
If hate resides within your soul
So release your grip and set it free
Let forgiveness reign, while hatred flees.

Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012

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Human Doings

Somebody tell me what the hell happened to Cupid Everyone everywhere walking around acting stupid There is no love anymore and the World is full of hate C'mon people we need to change before it's too late Politics and Religion all of us take up sides for the fight Well I've got news, your side, their side, neither is right It doesn't matter if you’re a terrorist killing or a lawyer suing Be more than a human being, it's time to be a Human Doing

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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Torture: A Lesson in English

I ask why you insist on torturing me.
My question is met by dark Egyptian eyes
That enchant me even in their confusion;
You tell me, in that lovely dancing accent,
That you don't know this word.
And then that you do, but are still confused...
You aren't sure what you could have done
To hurt me...
I inform you that you do not know
The true meaning of torture.

Torture is your lips, just the sight of your lips-
You bite your lower lip without thinking; this too is torturous.

Torture is the smooth brown skin at the base of your neck I want to touch so bad it hurts,
Just barely exposed by the buttons left casually undone at the top of your shirt.

Torture is thick black curls that beg for fingers to run through them-
You run one hand through them thoughtlessly as I'm slowly becoming undone.

Torture is you noticing, you seeing in my eyes that I want you,
And your own bright black eyes that taunt me; "So what are you gonna do?"

Torture is the sharp intake of your breath that tells me that you want me,
With out the hard pressure of your body on mine I want so badly.

Torture is the betrayal of my body as it becomes yours; it's without my permission
That my body moves as it would to meet yours- I hate you for putting me in this condition.

Torture is my skin becoming heated until inside my veins moves not blood but flame,
And you encourage the fire until I fear it'll consume me; I'm already beyond insane-

Torture is me begging you to stop, and you pushing me ever further,
Until I'm sure that the greatest pain I've ever felt is this burning, aching, fever.

Torture is you telling me that I should go to sleep,
Acting as if you've done nothing at all to me.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

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Leaders and Their Behaviour

Most leaders are barking dog
Only few are good, seem loyal

Viewing sights are weak almost
Position made alike, no fault.

Eyes see wealth and wealthy
Poor are likely barb to them 

Bid of dealing conducts with
Same level people or powerful

Poverty and suffering for them
No caring and major matter 

No meaning of falling tears
Less earning in all day working

No hope of ventilating good life
Own future is futile for oneself.

Dead hope, locked door all trouble
Intolerable piercing moments

Unbelievable and unexpected hegemony
Padlocked the whole ruling system

Politics produces into the candidate
Pretending like dead, dumb and deaf

In the time of entering into the doorsteps
Spreading oath, sweetly and politely

We are here for all and everybody
Truth and trusty statements of liars.

Copyright © Kamal Raj Dahal | Year Posted 2013

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Katie Hopkins: Wild Redemption

Katie Hopkins; Wild Redemption 

Katie Hopkins, what a bitch
She really makes my innards itch
She’s paid to spit and vent her bile
Her views are simply crass and vile
The woman thinks that refugees
Should all die screaming in the seas
And now she is an educator?
Well, Brunel students sure don’t rate her
Poor Katie got no praise or thanks
Just fifty silent backs in ranks
Her thoughts upon the welfare state
Perceived to be just tosh and hate
They sent her straight to Coventry
A damned good place for her to be
She’s blaming social media
For everyone is wrong but her
Not like she’s a cow at all
Or cares if pride precedes a fall
As long as she still earns a wad
She’ll carry on like some bad God
Dispensing poison, spitting blood
Dragging free speech through the mud
In years gone by our ears would twitch
A mob would rise and kill the witch
But that was then, and this is now
Best to simply shun the cow
For centuries of love and learning
Persuade us Katie’s not for burning
She’s bound to go too far one day
For Karma’s not a bitch to play
Eternal justice, endless fall
Oh, Katie won’t like that at all
Forever with the evil dead
And haunted by the things she’s said

Do you really want that, Kate?
It’s not too late to recreate
In love there’s simply no exemption
Just endless joy and wild redemption…

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

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Hate to Be a Prude

I really hate to be a big crude prude
But what do you consider to be finger food?
And are some of us kind of slackers
How about cookies or maybe crackers?

Then what about if we fly on a trapeze
And maybe might add piece of cheese
Then what if we were to fall
After we finally had to eat it all.

How about having some fruit instead
Which is better for you Doctor said
That should always be a human trait
And all people will properly regulate.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Thank You Lord

To mothers out there who seem to think it is our fault we are even born . . . 
I wasn’t bright when it came to figuring out for only me “Gods” plan 
When on my small body - with every punch and kick you would land

You ungrateful bitch - can’t you say thank you all you ever screamed 
I took the punches and wished somewhere else was I - all I dreamed  

The years went on - you took to taking the fireside poker to my back  
“Boy” give me some credit - stubbornness wasn’t something I lacked 

The smashing of the plates into my face - wasn’t standing you in credit
And as for a loving mother - I just couldn’t give you any worth or merit 

Screaming - you never say thank you - you ungrateful worthless bitch
While I stood my ground thinking - it’s ok this is just a little life’s hitch

I left home at sixteen - saying good bye to all that I have ever known 
It was the only way I could express as to just how much I had grown 

Her voice still screaming - you never said thank you for all I given you
I’m sorry but as a mother you repulsed me so I just couldn’t ever do

Then time came a passing - I hear the old bitch is now under the sod   
Me on my knees crying thank you Lord for now I know there is a God . . . ; ) 

Indiana Shaw . . . : )

Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016

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Washed away sitting in my bedroom 
Windows sit open flowers can't bloom

Endless procedures continue to resume
Can't live a normal life with a dirty room

Watch my mind begin to sit and unfold
Logic doesn't matter so I catch a cold

Forget to shower again today
Self hate takes over and I fade away

Copyright © Granola Bars | Year Posted 2013

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When it comes to golf, I am such a sap. I hate it whenever my ball is in a sand trap. It’s bad enough when I either hook or slice. I am aware that my swing does not look nice. How I would like to shave points off my game. What I do out on the course will bring me shame. The word I hate most is “bogey”. I don’t want to hear it when it is said around me.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

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my son was born with a disconnected mind
he catches on if you give him time

i love that he carries on a normal life 
i hate that he will never have a wife

he loves animals and building things
i hate to tell him that he can not sing : )

his appetite so big and around the clock
you will find him from time to time with only the one sock

he gets so excited about just the little things
oh what joy he brings

he talks to everyone that passes through
why some people are mean i have no clue

i ask God to please keep him near if i am called home before him
he never liked just being called 'jim'

his sisters and brothers treat him well and give him no slack
...and his love for them does not lack

my dear son mommy loves you so
you are special in my heart i want you to know

and if I could tell the world to stop treating as if you have a disease
this would make mommy so very pleased 

Copyright © jackie thomas | Year Posted 2013

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Vengeance Is Mine

He rode into town in the back of a truck,
A man on a mission, who, hoping with luck,
Would find the young zealots who murdered his Dad,
And vowed he'd take vengeance with all that he had.

Was late in the evening, and chores had been done,
He'd gone to the bedroom to tuck in his son,
His father was sitting there, out on the porch,
When Klansmen came 'round with a cross and a torch.

Without any feelings, they shot the man dead,
They lit up the cross and then watched as he bled,
A small band of cowards, they started to run,
When out of the door came the shots of a gun.

He rode into town in the back of a truck,
To look for those Klansmen, who, running amuck,
Had caused so much heartache and caused so much pain,
The ones who found pleasure when someone was slain.

He found them encamped on the side of a hill,
The look on their faces, it gave him a chill,
The sight of pure evil is all he could see,
There, hid in the bushes behind a large tree.

He cried to the wind and to God up above,
Who spoke to the mountain and gave it a shove,
As boulders rained down like a God-given sign,
He heard a loud voice, saying "VENGEANCE IS MINE!"

Now all is so quiet, and all is so still,
No more will those Klansmen be able to kill,
The only voice now is the sound of the wind,
Like tormented souls of the ones who had sinned.

Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017

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Broken Lamb the Absent Shepard

Broken, shattered, torn little pieces,
Of my self; I continue to lose the way,

Dealing, deserving, dishing out,
A suitable punishment there is not,

A bloody trickling of tears,
Covering the body in sickness and in fear,

Stretching the length of my insides,
My shame knows no bounds, besides,

Who could fix this broken thing?
So lost in a cliche of words that is so a maze, bring

Me, this lost lamb, no shepard to be had,
No, deserving hardly, I willingly walk the other way.

Shall I not desert the others?
I shame mothers and I shame fathers,

Stay away from me!
Only pain and misery that will be.

Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Where From Here

Where from Here

How would we find light by embracing the dark
All the hate and fear men seem to embark

We know this in our hearts but still raise our sword
Gods given a peaceful loving world that we should always move toward

The world we create is from a sick and broken mind
If our egos don’t soften it will be the end of mankind

Eons of hate passed down through the ages
Taught to our children given rise to unknown rages

If we look to God we can break the bonds of this fear
And finally live as one and joyfully see clear

For life is meant to work and this is Gods plan
For there has been love in our hearts since all life began

It’s not letting God in but it’s letting Him out
For he is part of us all and you can’t live in doubt

The pulse of the universe lives in every beating heart
This loving creation that we all are apart

So lets put all else aside and make peace our dream
And rise up to faith and become one with the unseen

Copyright 2011                          4/1/2011

Copyright © rick monachello | Year Posted 2011