Beakons of Hope
Free my will finally at last
Reasons unknown
God keep me from being destructive to myself
Highly sought is your Favor, to keep me from despairing in my lonely thoughts
I have at night
The Devil doesn't know it, it's his own foot that is caught in the snare
As I seek your guidance and look to the stars to find my path
What is known, it all depends on You
It's all in Your hands
What the Future brings, Oh! my God I hope to see you there
In Heaven where I store my treasure
I only hope to see your face
That I smile and put away this put away this gloomy feeling that I have
As a lamp your word lights my path
As I observe your Holiness
It's the example to my eyes
Help me to realize what to do at the moment I cry for help
Let it be as a reminder to all those who have been in a jam
The unemployed prophet
By: Dustin Branum
Please don't take his name in vain
for it is I the one to blame
It is I that disgraced his holy name
I and I alone shall bear the pain
of his wrath and the devils flame
This knowledge is the curse that possesses me
Unable to fulfill my Destiny
I've lost my heart, my soul, my reason to be
Cause by hate, fear and uncertainty
And for the ones that loved me it isn't fair
How can they trust when sanity isn't there
My mind and soul in disrepair
And I think it's my fault that no one cares
Revenge is a suggestion but do I dare
The anger and hatred I shouldn't share
Violently shaking my fists in the air
Crying to God but he isn't there
My demons are starting to laugh at me
I curse his name in blasphemy
I cannot fulfill what you ask of me
Maybe it never was my Destiny
Maybe you should find somebody else to do your dirty work
IM TAKING OFF WITH THE WEATHEr.
Wake up to something new———-………
Written: August 24, 2026, for: Week's Poetry Challenge: The Color Blue
Blue, a zealot turned arrogant,
fervor fading into hauteur,
devotion darkened into disdain.
sapient in its sway,
dulcet as hymns
and still a shade of seashell.
It limns the sky’s scriptorium,
A selfish scroll of sequins
Stippling clouds with crevice cracks.
A symbol for suns that sail away.
desuetude drapes the shore—
The ocean exhorts
a savage screech
a spindle scream
against scree and stone.
Blue epitomizes arrogance.
indulgent in its rejection,
a wicked shade,
funny but sad,
a spirit of saudade.
It speaks in sonic waves, furtive, fecund, effete—
a hallucinative hymn unraveling across the horizon.
flecked with fanfare froth
Blue is the ache of elsewhere,
a pertinacity of longing,
an obvious evil,
yet a harvest of comfort—
an ethereal respite,
a lullaby of light.
And silence, salient, settles—
blue bows its zealot head,
a final hush,
the sky exhales,
a lucid lull remains.
A young girl, aged no more than ten,
recently orphaned in an unjust war,
on tiptoe, reaching up to a crevice
to tuck in her crumbled prayer.
She had been taught that God by any name,
Allah or Elohim, would answer all prayers.
Hoping that God’s heavenly scales
would favour her unselfish plea
against those that may wish her kind ill,
she reached the crevice and tucked in her prayer.
No one noticed her hijab slip or heard the wall wail.
The impact of a racist riot on a community is often exacerbated by recidivism—not just in terms of individual re-offending, but in the repetition of systemic violence and the cycle of trauma it inflicts on the masses. When these events occur, they are rarely isolated incidents; they are often the result of recurring patterns of unchecked prejudice and failed intervention.
For the public, this cycle creates a sense of perpetual instability. When the same ideologies and actors resurface to incite violence, it undermines social cohesion and signals that previous lessons were not learned. Breaking this cycle of recidivism requires more than just short-term consequences; it demands a collective commitment to addressing the root causes of racial animosity to ensure these destructive patterns do not repeat.
Y60TH I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD ON 60TH STREET MY DAUGHTERS EX IN SON FATHER'S FAMILY'S THEY USE TO BABYSIT MY GRANDDAUGHTER YKIRBY HER MOTHER LIVED ON 60TH STREET NOT ME STOP SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES INTIMIDATION I NEVER LIVED ON 60TH STREET YKIRBY MOTHER PERKINS RESIDED ON 60TH I HATED THAT MY DAUGHTER TOOK MY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THAT BAD NEIGHBORHOOD WITH HER BOY FRIENDS GRANDMOTHER HER DAUGHTER WOULD BE YOUR YKIRBY ON 60TH STREET TODAY I'M GETTING INJECTIONS IN MY HEAD WHY TERRORIZE ME WITH THREATS Y60TH WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ON 60TH STREET YOU THREATENING THE WRONG YOLANDA
I'm going out to find God today,
I've lots of time, it's a holiday.
I wonder if He's big and strong,
He wears white... or am I wrong?
I wonder if He's in the wood,
So magical in childhood.
I'll ask my friends if they might know
Where He always likes to go.
Mum says, "He's simply everywhere—
You won't find Him in a comfy chair!"
I'm going to ask friends at school;
I'll start with Ria—she's no fool.
Ria is Hindu, kind and bright.
She smiles and says, "You're looking right.
We call Him Brahman where I pray;
He's all around us every day."
Rizwan is Muslim, calm and kind;
He helps me out when I'm behind.
"It's Allah," he says with a happy grin,
"His love and care reach everything."
I've searched the woods and climbed a hill,
I've stood so very quiet and still.
Then I began to understand—
God's love is shown by helping hands.
When friends are kind and people care,
It's easier to feel He's there.
Perhaps that's where my search should start...
For God is closest in every heart.
MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
A PERSPECTIVE IN LIFE’S UPS AND DOWNS
Late last night, I was
Parallel to the full moon:-
That changed this morning:
I am perpendicular
To another day’s sunshine
Glory be to God
Another surviving night,
And its rising day:
Me ready for all of life’s
Up and down tribulations:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let’s forever be in God’s
Labors of His love:
Seeking true equality
For all of humanity:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let us pull down injustice;
Raising up justice:
Don’t be blind to injustice,
Up there, pulling down, justice:-:
Much more could be said,
But it’s parallel time now—
Tomorrow waiting:
May God see fit to have me
Perpendicular again:-
Holy Cherubim
Please Take me home with you
I'm told you're from the land of His Majesty
I'm lost finding my way into the heavens
Would you consider me-
A vessel of holiness in due time
Who I am today is a victim of circumstance
My steadfast conscience keeps belief alive
I do dare hope in tomorrows salvation
This is my only humble confession
Give me breath, give me life, give me freedom
I'm duped by a world of expectations
"Teach me patience,
Teach me reverence
Teach me adherence"
To keep faith active and submissive
Amen
Surviving_Pawn
Between the body and soul is the mind
between the mind and the body is intelligence
imagination to the mind brings
life into the world
and to introspect into the mind
adds to the fulfillment of the desire
life is a dream between birth and death
as the clouds over the mountain
lies between heaven and the floor below
the feet that persevere knowledge
will reach the edge of the shore
where the waves from the ocean
creates a cemetery on the sand
between knowledge and ignorance
between darkness and light
the opportunity exists to choose
between wrong and right
what is this body
without a soul but only an empty vessel
to leave behind
the winds of change will come
and the buds will spring again
to blossom with the wind
what is this soul without a body
can one prove it's a ghost
it's an illusion of the mind
to believe what is untrue
the magnet of inspiration
symbolizes truth
which is the source of energy
for life to flow
where beyond the horizon
when the sunset will disappear
above in the heaven
the soul will glow.
PLAY IT AGAIN SAM I AM THE LIFE OF THE TRUMPETS
IN YOUR ARMS WITH COCKTAILS OF LIKEWISE
AND IN A MOMENT OF THE BANGING OF THE DRUMS
THE SMILES THE SINGING AND THE DRINKING OF
RUMS WITH A TASTE OF THE PALACEOF FOLLIES
OF BEING IN A DICK VAN DYKE FILM AS ANNIE
GET YOUR GUNS PLAYS OUT OF THE THEATRE IN
HEARTS FILM WORLD OF LYRICS AND THE DANCE
THE FRED ASTIRE OR GINGER ROGERS AS WE
COAST THE HIPPODROME AND THE MESSERS IN THE
EVENING BREEZE TENDERLY FILLS MY SOUL
AS THE TAIL OF MY DRESS PASS BY THE GENTS
WHEN THE ELEGANCE OF ZIEGFELD COVER THE LAND
OF DREAMS OF HATES AND BOTTOMS SHIMMERING OUR
SONG THE SONG OF LOVE IN THE VIOLINS AS THE
AUTHUMN RAIN FALLS ASLEEP TO THE SOUND OF OUR
HEARTS IN ONE BEAT PLAYED THROUGH THE SENSUAL
TROMBONE OF STRAIGHTEN UP AND FLY RIGHT RIGHT
BACK INTO THE SOUL OF THE MUSIC THAT TAKES US
ALL RIGHT BACK TO PLAY IT AGAIN SAM
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-11-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
DEDECADED TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC LYRICS AND DANCE
THE FILM HUMPHEY BOGART I ADORED THAT PIANO MAN
MY OWN KIND OF BLUES CAME IN THE EVENING NEWS
SADDESS FILLS MY SOUL FOR NO REASON I'M TOLD
QUIET NOW WIPE THOSE TEARS AS MY EYES CLEARS
THE WETNESS POURS MORE AND MORE ON THIS FLOOR
OF GRIEF BENEATH ME I WEEP SO PROFOUNDLY
AS LAUGHTER COVERS THE SUN TASTING THE WARM
SUBLE AIR NO ONE WILLING TO SHARE IT
FOR I CAN NOT BREATH FOR SUCH A PAIN
I LIE HEAR 80 YEARS MY SENIOR AS I DIE TODAY
FROM A HORRID DEATH OF LOVING TOO MUCH
AND NOW THAT THE FUNERAL IS THROUGH
IT'S RIGHT IN MY FACE HE DON'T LOVE YOU
SUCH A SILLY LITTLE THING HERE LOOKING AT ME
WAITING AND WANDERING HOW GREEDY IS SHE
FOR I TAKE NOTHING AND INHERIT YOUR PAIN
I SWALLOW THE CRIES HIDDEN DOWN YOUR SPINE
AS I CRY FOR US BOTH AS I REAP WHAT'S SEWN
HERE IN THE DEBTS OF PITY HOW CAN I LIVE
IN SUCH AN EMPTY CITY I WHERE OLD SHOES USED
JUST SITTING HERE WEEPING WITH THE BLUES
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN 5-20-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
COPING WITH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY
THE MEANING OF ME SHALL ALWAYS BE
JOINED BY THE GREAT AND SPIRITUALLY
THE QUAINTNESS AND AGES IT HAVE TOOK
TO REWRITE THE PAGES OF SAM COOK
I GRAVELY TAKE CHAPTERS AND LIVE THEM TOO
FROM EVERYTHING IN ME THE SOULFUL THE BLUE
SHALL THE VINTAGE TIMES READ MISTY AND YET
THE LEGENDARY ME FOR I SHANT FORGET
WHILE THE PURITY MOVES INSPIE A HARSH FLOW
PNLY GIVING THE MEANING A PLAN TO GROW
AS HERITAGE IS GREAT AND SO FULL OF HOPE
AS THE GUIDANCE AND STRENGTH ALLOWS US COPE
WHY THE LAZY DAZE OF MISSING HEAVEN ALL GOODBYES
AS THE TRANQUIL BLESSINGS GLEAMS IN THEE EYES
WHILE THE PEACEFUL NATURE CONTINUES TO RISE
AS THE MEANING OF IT ALL TAKES FRONT STAGE
WHILE THE JOURNEY GROWS PAGE AFTER PAGE
WRITTING BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
MARCH 17 2005 IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
I SIMPLY ADORE BEING A POET
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