He was strong in life
But even stronger in death
He refused to be forgotten
So he stained the pavement in his blood
A haunting reminder of what was done
His blood spoke more than words could
It's echo mourned his childhood
To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love
To the system they called him a thug
How can that be right When they are administering violence upon us
The Winners of life are the corrupt
Whilst the losers are the innocent
And we are supposed to call this a just system
I mean after all you'll allow murder
As long as the victim is a black person
His family forever changed
By death
Something they just swept away
But his mother knew his strength
And how his story would forever be stained on the pavement
So anyone who walked on his dried spilled blood
Would feel the weight of what was done
This would be his Justice
Even in death
He would not be silenced
I sit looping nightmares in paradise
perfuming my skin with rose scented tears;
My mind keeps replaying my deepest fears;
With you nothing feels like a sacrifice
attraction suffocates and smells so nice;
Seeing you smile my mind completely clears;
All of my hesitation disappears;
I know now I don’t need my own advice;
The optimism that you bring to me
administering peace I am stable;
Flying on happiness I’ve never known,
no matter what I trust you completely;
It leaves me feeling impenetrable,
reminiscent of petals made of stone.
poison
toxic, fatal
paralyzing, destroying, consuming
venom, arsenic, remedy magic bullet
administering, counteracting, reversing
helpful, effective
antidote
Date created: 01/16/2022
my latest anti CCP turtle poem--
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
A. B. S.
Haiku: by Tom
1/25/2021
My old coach once said,
while administering pain.
Tom, “no pain, no gain”
Have you ever thought in silence
About relations and it's lacerations
To be on the arc of its curve
Whilst administering life's penetration
Have you ever thought in silence
What you'd do if it happened to you
Would you be like many, mm fierce
Or does controlled above see you
Have you ever thought in silence
When lacerations invade relations
For ever under this arc of its curve
When you feel life's penetrations
By what perverse mental capacity
Does the bully gain satisfaction
In administering agony upon another
By what human deficiency
Does the dictator righteously believe
Their dictates should circumscribe a citizenry
By what delusional misconception
Does a people follow in obedience
A potentate’s decrees of servitude to state
By what level of constitutional dismantling
Does “We the People” have to be unglued
Before our comrades vote to remove potentates, dictators, and bullies
G-eneral
E-nforces
R-reform
A-t
L-awbreakers'
D-etention
B-y
A-dministering
N-ational
T-olbooth
A-gainst
G-raft
Topic: Bureau Of Corrections Director (General Gerald Q. Bantag)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
You always seem to be one step ahead
You did it again my sweet
Next anniversary gonna say it first
And I surely won't be beat
What a dummy gave away my plan
Forget what I said, just joking
It really doesn't matter who says it first
Such a silly game I'm promoting
Can't do it, it's more than a silly game
Can't just let it all just flow
If you damn well beat me to it next time
There's a penalty just so you know
The penalty will be 48 hugs and kisses
All fully clothed if you so wish
Prefer birthday suits but the choice is yours
You are such a delicious dish!
Dream on little fellow, the gods are saying
That day ain't soon gonna happen
Won't be administering any damn penalty
So stop your gums a-flappin'
Catechism About Catholic Math
Was reading catechism about Catholic math;
Used Holy Water when you will take a bath;
Made mistake;
Breath did take;
Must wash off sins caused by all the wreath.
Can you imagine a pervert administering
communion serving bread and wine.
Jim Horn
Do have a luxiorious labor day.
I'm focused with the heavenly circle
As puzzling as it might appear
I revere its agile glory
When I look in the high
As can be, I see
Loveliness, felicity, gracefulness
The moon, other-worldly, reflecting daylight
With its diminish, white, smooth, outline
The sun, warming the sphere
Winds cool, into the dusks of eve
The tear drops of rain, administering, parched earth
For its ravenous, natural, occupants
All, in its remarkable, aesthetic, production
Of magnificence and awesome elegance
My fists are small, my arms are weak,
And my aim is downright pathetic.
I cannot watch doctors administering
Shots and needles and things
Without shuddering.
I struggle to open heavy doors.
I claim a full five feet of height
To my name, and my posture
Makes it less.
I love soft things and cry at sunsets,
Write poetry, love endlessly,
Pat small children on the head,
Twirl in the rain, and
Scurry up tall trees like a spider monkey.
My soft fingertips have never curled
Around the barrel of a gun.
I can't stand to see others hurt,
So why
Do these words fly from me,
Sharp as knives, quick as razors,
Cruel and heartless. I laugh
At the pain my words bring. I smile
Around insults and accusations.
Here is my arsenal- my lips and tongue and mind,
Even my heart.
Without a gun or sword or weapon of
Any kind,
I kill.
Charity like medicine must be administered to the right people at the proper dose and time!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 March 2017
* Inspired by Victor's Buhagiar poem, "Charity Upside Down World " where he does good and each time he is hurt!
Already down, he has presented with yet another sign
moving away from life, this body is drunk with bad wine
health indicators and physical sensors no more stay in line
abilities and strength together cannot dine
the task to awaken this life is now mine
tests and pricks, protocols already reaching nine
administering correctly the much needed vine
with God on my side, this helpless being is now fine.
We fell in love at lightning speed,
Nothing was amiss.
So I satisfied how I was feeling,
By administering a kiss.
As months flew by and turned into years,
Our love got rent in twain.
What started out like blissful union,
Was being replaced with pain.
My feelings seems invisible,
Its killing me inside.
Hurt and more hurt,
Evermore I cried.
Tension building in the atmosphere,
Causing panic attacks.
When I see how it's affecting me,
But she seems so relaxed.
We are at the point of no return,
Without a doubt all is lost.
We look at each other with physical eyes,
But my invisible feelings was the cost.
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