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Fallen Star

I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous mud and tar; 
whereupon I chanced a glimpse
and found a fallen star. 

An ancient from celestial realms
ensnared terrestrially
dimly glowing in the murk
I heard it sing to me:

Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.

You roam upon this infant orb, 
you draw from it thy life, 
but I sense greed and evil scorn
and no land void of strife.

I beg you tell me how it came
that creatures such as thee
have found such hatred in thy souls
to punish endlessly. 

It’s not so bad, I said out loud
we know of love as well…
as to the fate of mother Earth
I simply can’t foretell.

The ground beneath my weary feet
gave way to empty space
then all around me in the void
I saw the human race.

Starving children, ill and gaunt
were kicked by wing-tipped shoes.
Females ranging every clime
in silence nursed abuse.

In darkness men were plotting war
in light their banners raised
it mattered not which way I looked
some evil met my gaze.  

Make it stop, I beg you please!
Why poison thou my mind?
What can I do to stop all this,
is no good left to find?

Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.

You roam upon this infant orb, 
you draw from it thy life, 
and though you’re one of many men
love in thy chest is rife.

You must return to whence you came
you must confer abroad
the goodness that within thee burns
seek first to serve the flawed.

Think on the vast expanse of space
so empty, dark and cold…
and how despite the hopeless cause
star-light you still behold.

So too might thou, if you’ll but try
endure this awful plight
for in the vast expanse of hate
love is thy shining light. 

07/16/15








Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015


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The I Hate Mondays Shirt

“I hate Mondays,” yes, I surely do,
I say aloud while folding up that shirt
which, with some other tops, I'm giving to
the Goodwill store along with an old skirt.

I think about last weekend and how fast
it went. How wonderful it was to lie
around the house!  Too bad it never lasts.
To work I go and hope the hours will fly.

Weeks pass. The “I hate Monday” shirt now goes
to Africa where jeans and shirts and shoes
are given to the poor.  Among the clothes,
my shirt is one a little boy will choose.

He walks a long way, then in dirt he works
each day so he can eat. Nobody pays
him money; he knows nothing about perks
or weekends. With his friends he rarely plays.

Beneath that shirt whose words he cannot read
his tummy growls, while I , so far away
across an ocean, grumble how I need
a break, and how I hate to wake on Monday!



Based on Picture #1
Written April 8,2016 for the Images that make you think Poetry Contest of S.O.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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I Love The Way You Lie

I know that you are seeing someone else,
I'm not there when you close your eyes,
I believe that you are kissing me,
Knowing I love the way you lie.

I hear those three words from your lips,
If love is even possible, it's impossible to cry,
Though I know your heart is not truly mine,
I will always love the way you lie.

Your arms hold me as if you care,
My wise heart still wonders why,
Pretending that everything is alright,
Because I love the way you lie.

When I kiss you I think about nothing,
Wishing it wasn't you when I open my eyes,
I wonder, if I told you the truth,
Would you love the way I lie?





Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Sing To Me"

Inspired by the song "Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2" by Rihanna ft. Eminem

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Animal of the Night

Animal of the Night

The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!

Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!

Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!

Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!

As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!

In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!

Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!

You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Animal of the Night

The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!

Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!

Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!

Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!

As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!

In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!

Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!

You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Hate Provokes Hate

The air splits, as jets rip the sky,
for death, pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing, that everyone may die,
panicky people, scatter in fright.

Harboring hate, can levy steep tolls,
in the struggle, of east versus west.
For martyrs, possess revengeful souls,
to that, human bombs can attest.
 
The sting of a bullet, takes a life,
unleashing, reality’s nightmare.
And yet, severing heads with a knife,
makes killing, a personal affair.

Standing on arrogance, we feel tall,
till a mine strikes, with its shrapnel bite.
And sold on right, we think we can’t fall,
yet, a boy lays dead, lost to this fight.

Innocent blood, spills upon the sands,
among, the casualties of war.
And God fearing souls, wash crimson hands,
never knowing, what their child died for.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Love And Hate



Love and hate are closely connected Emotions both strong and intense A fine line divides these extremes Oft times we straddle the fence It takes what seems like an innocent event To shove us one way or the other We're up on top of the world one moment Next moment afraid we'll smother Controlling emotions is difficult at best Bombarded by outside influence Always requiring strength and dedication To maintain love's continuance Lost without love's sweet guiding light Through sad time and times of joy Love must conquer the uncertain heart And never allow hate to destroy Love and hate are closely connected Emotions both strong and intense A fine line divides these two extremes Oft times we straddle the fence © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Emerge from the shadow

You've been hurt 
You've been broken 
You've been doomed 
far too long 

You're hiding behind shadows
You're angry with the world 
Your silent face casts you away from society 
And you're left with feelings of intense depression

You said the heck with love
You thought you were safe down this valley
And now you're feeling defeated 
All of your thoughts on finality

Who do you seek for help 
What can you do to be free
When will you shine again
Where should you find happiness for good 

Baby you are it; not anyone, not anywhere
But within you is the power of your free will
So emerge from the shadow
Give your heart a will to find its joy

       Smile

Akkina R Downing 
     5-28-17

Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017

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This Heart of Mine

You know I hate to love you baby

You're only playin with my heart.

So many dreams you've shattered

So many lives you've torn apart.


If only I could walk away

If my heart could just forget

If the tangled web of love you've spun

Didn't pose such a threat.


Then I could love to love you baby

My heart it could take wings.

I could fall into this love affair

One that had no strings.


But in your hands, my heart a weapon

To be tortured and teased.

My dreams, the ones you've shattered

To be tossed out as you please.


You know I hate to love you baby

Because this heart of mine

Is fragile and it's tender and it's

Living on borrowed time.

Copyright © Brian Lehnen | Year Posted 2007

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Black Smoke Rising

 His boots are trekking  through a foreign land
 Rifle ready to deliver death....
 But it's his blood that stains the desert sand
  And it's there he draws his final breath

 Bullets fly along a lonely desert road
 As soldiers fight hard to survive
 Another IED explodes
 Causing more to lose their lives

 As the battle rages on
 They radio for air support
 Soon their enemies will be gone
 Blown away in war's distort

 In a town not far away
 They see black smoke rise
 The town is now a ruin of gray
 As jets go roaring cross the sky

 Dead bodies are strewn on the ground
 As they look on with merciless eyes
 Death echoes all around
 As they hear the children cry

 5/21/17
 

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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I HATE MY COMPUTER

Wrote this before I got my current computer
I like this one. ;)

I hate my computer.
It's like a human being.
It's so full of junk and crap,
There's just no use entreating,

The thing to go faster,
Or function at all;
For it skips back and misprints,
And freezes and stalls.

I need a new one;
One no one else uses,
So it won't get filled up,
With stuff that confuses,

It's poor little micro chips,
Giggas and bites,
And it gets constipated,
With too many sites.

Perhaps come the summer,
Or Christmas, by chance,
I'll get a new one,
To make my heart dance.

For now I must struggle,
And fight with this thing.
Just the thought of it makes me,
Want to throw it and scream,

Get out of my life,
You damned machine.
'Fore I lose my religion,
And murder my screen.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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A Creep

She broke my heart, what can I do?
I can’t believe she fancies you.
You schemed to tear our love apart.
What can I do: she broke my heart?

She’ll see some day you’re such a creep,
And maybe then she’ll sit and weep;
But till that time, you’ll have your way.
You’re such a creep! She’ll see some day… 

For Andrea’s Swap Quatrains contest

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014

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Gone But Not Forgotten

I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love

Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate

It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame

And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned

You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars

Copyright © Lisa Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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Despicable Me

I should be mad at you
I should be upset
I should just walk away
And say, “To hell with it!”

I should lock that door
I should throw away the key
I should be contemptuous
Oh, but that isn't me

Instead I make excuses
For what you do and say
I try to see the good in you
And love you through the day

I forget past transgressions
I come back to your arms
I forget all the ugliness
And I revel in your charms

I should just walk away
I should make you learn
But oh, that just isn't me
Instead I burn and yearn

Well, try not to worry
When I’m all bruised and torn
I’ll only have myself to blame
For to you my love I've sworn.

I am full of self-loathing
For my blind eyes cannot see
Anything but your beauty
Oh…..despicable me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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The Blame Game

Help chase your children's fears away,
when terrorism keeps them awake.
And promise them, a better day,
if the truth's, more than they can take.

The heirs, to your dreams and beliefs,
are exposed to terror, and pain.
And see inconsolable griefs,
that seem so bizarre, and arcane.

Young minds, begin to question why,
answers, are not available.
And watching other children die,
they fear, death's inescapable.

Innocence knows not good nor bad,
they imitate you, without shame.
And being their teacher, it's sad,
when they learn to play, the blame game.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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No more hate

No more Hate

It makes me sad
to know how much hate
the world has bred
by shutting love's gate.

There has been war
sadness, anger and tears
our home has become
a place filled with fears.

God created us
and this he knows
love is needed
wherever life grows.

A little love 
is never hard to give 
but man has forgotten
what it means to live.

Love is something 
we should always cherish
for wherever it grows
hate shall perish.

Just open your heart 
and see it fly
it shall cover the earth
and fill the sky.

It is not lost
but just not found
we need to find it
and turn the world around.

Fill it with love
instead of hate
let's find the key
to open love's gate.

Copyright © Maryam Jameela Haniff | Year Posted 2009

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CLEANING HOUSE

                              CLEANING HOUSE

Look into my heart, Oh Lord,
See who I truly am,
For You alone can know it,
Can truly understand.

Be a lamp unto my feet,
A sword to thwart my foe,
Light the corners of my mind,
Where fear and hate can grow.

Enter my mind and lock it`s door,
To hate and lust and pride,
Arm me with Your mighty Word,
And be my faithful guide.

Show me where my true faults lie,
And help me make it right,
That I may come before Your throne,
Acceptable in Your sight.

                                                     Judy Ball

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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The Line between Love and Hate

I hate you for not caring
I hate you for not being there
I hate you for not responding
I hate you for your pompous air

I hate you for mutilating
This sensitive heart of mine
I hate you for not seeing me
As possessing beauty fine

I hate you for your incessant
Playing with my deep emotion
And I hate you for the ridicule
Of my ardent strong devotion

I hate you for not giving me
The dire attention that I need
And I do hate you for making
This little heart of mine to bleed

I hate you for being indifferent
And I hate you for being rude
I hate you for being handsome
And I hate you for being crude

I hate you because you make me
Forget to be vicious like you
And I hate that you make me want
To give my love to you anew

I hate the truth that proclaims
A thin line twix love and hate
I hate it that you’ve made me
Want to cross that line of late.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012

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Fear and Hate

 
first time as a child felt the weight of fear and hate
punishment for innocence of being so  young
violation and vile  taste gather faceless plate
unrelenting blackness  crept up my flesh and stung

thrown into poignant  weeping and gnashing of teeth
nauseating  existence of  egregious beast
smite ignited  evil entombed underneath wreath
wrath  flicker fragments slowly release healing  feast


1/25/2017

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

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the modern minuet

the modern minuet*

they're dying in Africa
people starving again
global warming is everywhere
and hate is engrained

the Sunnis hate the Shiites
the Shiites hate the Jews 
the Jews hate all Muslims 
and on goes the news

the EU is pissed at Greece
Greece in same boat with Spain
want to voyage to the Americas 
and start all over again

the hackers hate governments 
the governments hates the press 
the press fuels the citizens 
and citizens hate the rest

They're dying in Africa, 
there's still strife in Iran. 
What we don't do to nature, 
will be done to our fellow man.

© Goodguysoul 2015-01-24

*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp6dsKleGpU
http://www.metrolyrics.com/merry-minuet-lyrics-kingston-trio.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheldon_Harnick

Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2015

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WAR

Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk

On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise

Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed

Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles

They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field

They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel

The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding

To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led

The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape

sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5 
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19

COPYRIGHT © all rights reserved
2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

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War And Fleece

The governments are fighting.
They're handing us their guns.
Which one will we call evil
and will ours be the ones?

Our enemies a soldier
who's married with a child
who's fighting for their country
for fear that it has riled.

Their leader is a danger
of everything we know,
but when they start to mimic;
we'll shoot them full of CROW!

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014

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A Poem About Hate



This whole poem is all about hate Like I hate to say goodbye Or I hate the fact I'm not with you Every moment, you and I I hate it when other men look at you Hate to have to share you at all I'd like to lock you up in a dungeon In a castle with twenty foot walls Think I'm greedy well maybe I am Hate to admit it but it's true Want you all to myself all the time On my mind every day through Hate it when other guys look at you You're all mine and mine alone Go ogle some other guy's woman My hatred is very well known The hate that I feel is caused by love Don't ever want to say goodbye This burning love is so overwhelming My hatred just intensifies © Jack Ellison 2014 HA! Fooled you!!!

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Vengeance

Like a fiery vengeance
Grasped in open hand
Cuts the loathed foe
Stains your own land

Hate surges like flood
Shatters the weak soul
Spilling the divine blood
Of both sides involved

Anger drives men crazy
Like a tropical storm
Loss are assessed lately
When started to mourn

Forgiveness is not easy
And not for everyone
Don’t wait until query
What have I done?

Copyright © Jonathan Medida | Year Posted 2014

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FRENCH TRAGEDY







Their national day with pride

French people celebrated

Along the streets of fair Nice

Voracious death awaited*






(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
          15 July 2016


*Another deadly terrorist attack took place yesterday in Nice, France,
during the national day celembrations, leaving behind more than eighty
dead and over 150 injured. When all this will end?


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

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Pornography 1

Many men will hate me for shining light on this touchy subject
And women will inevitably want to throw me under a bus
But as sure as a virus is the root of a pandemic
This subject has breached our hull and is now leaking into us

Was it not inevitable this would happen to a culture?
Like roving hoards and idealogy will subjugate the weak
Our religion, arts, and cultural stories now eclipsed by flashy images
And our perceptions of who we are now come from commercial TV

I can image what it was like to be viewed as a witch on trial
And I realize I’m opening myself to the most soul-withering scrutiny
But most every man you meet has struggled with this very issue
And the long and short of this message is this is not about me

Perhaps my fear of women fuels my longing for power
And in this fantasy world nothing ever goes wrong for me
Or perhaps I should say that’s true until the show is over
Then I drown my empty feeling in the asylum of sleep

There are women I know, cherish and respect in my own way
Who I would not touch if I could, because they are my friends
But when I see these women performing these acts on video
It will make me sad because somewhere, someone cherishes them

I can imagine the judgment from those now reading this message
And the chasm of alienation caused by this impossible fantasy world
Propaganda so sophisticated even the Nazis would be jealous
Incinerating the innocence of so many boys and girls

With every view, these women are banished further away from me
But is it possible that all along that was my very goal?
I don’t understand them, and they don’t understand me
And sometimes I have to wonder if I hate their very souls

Then I think of women that inspire me like Shakespeare
Who I would without hesitation give my life to save theirs
Then I wonder if their man has his own hidden porno stash
And is imprisoning their ‘lady’ in a cell of hopeless fears

I do not wish to plant a seed of doubt in the minds of women
For many men say they do not find pornography appealing
In many cases I guess these guy’s brains are wired differently
And regarding this widespread religion, I think many are not even lying

Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011

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Fear

The twisted remains
Of a broken life
The bloody stains
Speckle the killing knife

Cracked, broken, shattered bones
Crushed souls and weeping wails
Taken by bullets, blades, and stones
The wind carries the victory hails

But what victory of naught
That takes a life by force
Takes what cannot be bought
Free of guilt and all remorse

To justify your pturid lies
You convince yourself of this
When another soul dies
To sleep in eternal bliss

Your bloodsoaked soul inside
Withers, cracks, and fades
Your truths split open wide
Dragged from beneath the shades

No man can win this day
While bodies litter the streets
For all must change their way
To stem the flow of bloodstained sheets

The bloodied, broken, twisted remains
Of society crumbling to the earth
Brought to ash in the fiery flames
Rising up to a new birth

You can no longer justify
Your evil killing way
No more will they believe your lie
It is the beginning of a new day

Your hatred spewed from the bile within
Raining down like acid from the sky
Burning, scarring, deep into our skin
Your venom gave no reason why

Yet here today you stand
Judged guilty by one and all
Sentenced to leave this land
Your reign of terror now must fall

Nevermore you'll play your games
So turn and walk away from here
Racist is but one of many names
But the most hated one is fear

Copyright © Sean Taylor | Year Posted 2016

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FREE CEE how do i hate you let me count the ways

 HOW DO I HATE YOU? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS

I bent down, plucked a rose and arose
“my dear” said I with sincerity
“my heart is open to you and will never close”
now, so many years later, I write to you with only *enmity

we strolled the boardwalk by the sea
a daisy of a day impossible to duplicate
people on the shore envied you and me
but now I write you with utter hate

you took me on a yacht and sailed to Belize
at least that's what you promised to do
instead you dropped me off in a frigid deep freeze
and that's why I have nothing but disgust for you

you took me to see the fireworks up in a amethyst sky
and yet my eyes were trained on how wondrous our future could be
for a year we lived like lovers until I found out your love was a lie
and since you still have a pulse i'd like you to know you repulse me
                               ~FREE CEE!~


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012

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Stay or Hate?

It is late and yet cannot sleep
For when I close my very eyes
A face into my dreams does seep
And from me emmits my sighs.

The hour grows very late
But if I dare to succumb
Then morning I shall hate
To see the rising sun.

In my dreams is where we meet
And there is where I feel his lips
And know a kiss that starts so sweet
But then it is his neck that feels the nips.

In dreams I feel full of fire
And wonder if this is real?
Wonder as I am full of desire
How does he really feel?

Does he dream of me as well?
Does he wonder what it means
Or does the thought make him quell
As he is dreaming the scenes?

I want to feel his touch
Experience his passion
Beyond any as such
Before or after a fashion.

He is the one I want
Yet distance does divide
And dreams of him does haunt
Even during my waking side.

I cannot wait 'til the day
I get to be in his arms
For there I will get to lay
And be mesmerized by his charms.

That will surely be the day
That I anxiously await
To see if with me he will stay
Or the sight of me will he hate?

Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoveille | Year Posted 2009

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When Hate Erupts

Pierced, by splinters of sunlight,
my eyes open, as I awake.
And find, my bedroll kept me warm,
I feel ok, and hardly ache.

Belongings few, I fear their loss,
for they, are what keep me alive.
And, my pack gets smaller with age,
can’t say I thrive, yet I survive.

A pair of doves, welcome the sun,
erasing shadows, of the night.
And I start my day, begging food,
yet, keeping mostly out of sight.

Suddenly, I hear drunken laughs,
with a jeering edge, in its pitch.
And, a group of teens start running,
being homeless, makes me their bitch.

A barrage of fists, attack me,
pain, radiates with each impact.
And my broken nose, bleeds blood red,
splayed, like a painting in abstract.

Wrong place to be, when hate erupts, 
for the anger of youth, runs deep.
And, although my bruises will heal,
I have so few tears, left to weep.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017