Best Be Permitted Poems
I heard about your violent death...
And had not known about your poems.
I went searching for them, but it seems as if
Someone must have put them away.
Perhaps they would be just too lovely for our ears to hear...
Perhaps the words would be more worthy
Than our repentant hearts might be permitted to feel?
And I am left looking out of my upstairs window
At the mass of white blossoms beautifying the pale cherry trees;
Not even a wisp of wind ...the whole World is left
Silently grasping for breath;
And the fraught blossoms dares not even tremble
Should they lose their tenuous grip upon the crowded
Black twigs.
I know I pushed your buttons more than
I can count
I know I have given you extra silver strands
though I like it on you (wink)
I know I have caused you some sleepless
nights and ruined your appetites
I know I have given you the silent treatment
because it’s easier for me
I know I have caused your tears to escape
from their hidden ponds
I know every time I caused you pain
my heart is in a dark place
Mama
I can not undo my mistakes and failures
Although if I was to be permitted a chance
to go back in time and correct them
And if I could unzip my heart to show you
How much it breaks me deeply
than words could ever express
How much I love you more than words can say
How grateful I am to be your daughter
How much I need you more than anyone
No questions ask
I would full heartedly happily do it in a flash
You’re such a sweet and loving mother
You let nothing to spoil your golden heart
regardless of the hurtful things I have caused you
You kiss away all my misery
You continue to enchant me
You’re always on stand ready for when I need you
You love me unconditionally
You make my heart smile
Mama
Thank you forever
I love you to end
Akkina
9/13/23
This poem was inspired by Silent One’s most beautiful tribute to his mother… My respect to the moms universally for their unconditional love for their children.
For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
They say in his old age, Isaac was blind
yet like his father Abraham, unusually kind
Rebecca, his wife, came from a family evil and cruel
her brother Laban tried to rob Eliezer of all of his jewels ...
Isaac loved his 'hunter-son,' Esau, a chip off Laban's block
in Esau's brother Jacob, her pure son, Mother Rebecca put her stock --
Foiling Isaac's plan to give his blessing to Esau, one so cruel
~ Love that is blind must not be permitted to rule
I saw Egypt on fire yesterday
And I like Solomon winced
Not because the end of everything is ash
Jimmy told us long ago
How it would end, anyhow
The fire next time
Could only be lit
By ancient aliens webbed in modern lies
What man would burn his home
Would set fire to his heritage
These are strange people who play with fire like children
And when my house long haunted
Is made vacant by the fire's exorcism of greed
I shall go home
And plant palm trees to make my wine
And this time no guns will be permitted
No subtle tongue of lies
And shall sit and speak of our grandchildren
And wine will quench the greed that torches your soul
I shall smile, and drench the fire in your eyes.
Remember, mummy…
Remember that I am a gift from God, the richest of all blessings;
Do not attempt to mould me in your image, or my dad’s, siblings, friends or neighbours;
I am an individual and should be permitted to be myself.
Remember not to crush my spirit when I fail;
Don’t compare me with others who outshine me.
Remember to discipline me with firmness and reason;
Do not let your anger throw you off balance;
If I know you’re fair, you’ll not lose my respect or my love.
Remember that each child needs two parents;
When you side with me against dad,
I’ll have feelings of guilt, confusion and insecurity.
Remember not to hand me everything my little heart desires;
Otherwise, I will never know the thrill of earning or the joy of saving.
Remember not to make threats in anger,
Or impossible promises when you’re in a generous mood;
To me, your word means everything;
When I cannot believe in you or dad, I’ll have difficulty believing in anything.
Remember that there is dignity in labour;
Whether performed with callous hands that shoved coal,
Or with skilled fingers that manipulate surgical instruments.
Let me know that a useful life is a blessed one,
And that a life of ease and pleasure-seeking is empty and meaningless.
Remember not to try to protect me from every small blow and little disappointments;
Adversity strengthens character and makes us compassionate;
Trouble is the great equalizer, let me learn it.
Remember to teach me to love GOD and fellowmen;
And, mum, please, don’t send me to church/mosque or fellowship,
Take me there!
Thank you mum for reading my letter through.
I am sure you know I love and appreciate you.
But, in case, some of the words sting,
And, you’re now not sure of my heart,
I love you, mum, I really do!
From your child…
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
I suspect that most major cities have abandoned houses.
I have lived in three large American cities, ranked in population,
3rd (Chicago), 17th (San Francisco), and 35th (Sacramento).
Of all the abandoned housing sites that I have seen, none struck me
as sadly as those that I have seen in rural America these last 15 months.
Perhaps my suspicion ascends from my being touched by the site of them
because they represent a history and experiences with which I am familiar.
This write is forcing the question of whether it is better to be abandoned
than to be torn down; to be torn down or to be permitted to return to nature.
The torn-down factor deeply affects me personally, and I am grateful for the
opportunity to share this experience with fellow soupers and others.
There was once a plantation house occupied by my parents
and their family. It was our home where I and at least 10
of my siblings were born. It was a well-built house made
of concrete blocks. We were farm workers and never owners.
After our father had passed and I grew up and went off to
college, my mother was later asked to move.
Some 30-plus years later, I learned that some of those
plantation houses were moved and converted into hotel rooms.
Our house was not among them. Presently, I don't know what
became of our house where so much life was lived and a myriad
of memories were born. Whether brick and mortar or wood and
nails, or asphalt or tin and strews; And whether torn down
or permitted to return to nature, they are now gone to places
unknown to me.
Did our house and the others become a part of trees as some
others I have seen recently, or will the trees knock down
the house? Anyway, their usefulness had expired, and they
were abandoned with no one desiring them anymore.
Indeed, I feel the souls of those who resided in our abandoned
and torn-down house. I feel the souls of Grandma, Mother, Daddy,
8 sisters, 3 brothers, and a dog named Jack. Indeed, I hear the
whispers, the loud noises of children laughing and playing.
Indeed, I house a bank of a thousand memories and more.
052723PSCtest. Constance La France
Contest Name. Writing Challenge - C Quotes -. 2P
Urgent Tea Party
Mrs. Jet sent out the invitations in a fever and a heat
Envelops sealed with royal wax and stamps she licked herself
The tea would be at Meadow Marsh Retreat two weeks from now
Appropriate attire is required for all attending this event
Pleated blouse and sleeves for women, tux and tie for men
“No extraneous unknown entities will be permitted
No other friends, family, dogs, or fish will be let in”
Attendees are sworn to secrecy
It must be something serious! It must be something dire!
Mrs. Jet intimated in her letter with some guile
In her subtle way by way of content details; “Oolong Da-Hong Pao and Dragon
Well Bud Tea will be prepared”, she wrote
These teas are only served in emergencies, as we all know
This must be something grandiose indeed
Two weeks later to the minute
Mrs. Jet and company sat under the ulmus trees at Meadow Marsh
Sipping the lovely teas when she stood up to make remarks
Welcome one and all to this Urgent Meeting on this urgent matter.
My credit score is perfect every time
I’m about to lose my mind
3 weeks ago my credit report was due
It was released but to who?
Perhaps they forgot to mail it
I fear it must be lost or stolen
The perpetrator of this malfeasance must be jailed
The TV says my credit score is needed
It must be repeated daily
Mrs. Jet set out to make this point
Without a credit report and score, what’s the use of going on?
Many of the honored guests were equally offended and annoyed
Some gasped. Some even fainted.
Who would take your credit score?!
One man interjected as he roared
This means war!
Let the Melancholics delight at your beauty tonight.
From the bossom of ecstacy down to the purity of heart
You are indeed a ravine work of art
A million words can't define you
Yes, beautiful can summarise your radiance
But the indepth of such rare beauty remains Unspoken
For no word is worthy enough in describing you.
Shall I talk of your body with an undiluted gut
I will say, a sight of you sparks an erotic fire
You are luscious in kindness, and your inclining anatomy evokes great desire
If I in appreciation of you, be permitted to speak with body language
I shall engrave my head on your supple breast
And never will my teeth scratch your teats in the act
I shall gulp from your udders passionately
Spend ample time on each subtle breast
Place pleasant kisses on your neck
And won't forget to suck on your lips softly and delightfully
I shall caress your darling breast and udder till you feel the impact in your spine
I will suck on your divine grove more and more like it's a great wine
This sweet moves will bring about screams of pleasure
I will do more till my name turns a melody in your mouth
Till you relish to suck on my mantle and bring out a sweet gamete
I shall artfully rock your boat to ecstasy
And immerse you in peak of ravine pleasure
We shall both scream with the voice of a siren
Your body ignite so much erotic fire
*Aduke* every bit of you is my desire.
As I write you this, know that my phallus is risen and enthusiastically waiting on your blessing.
In the future
To be permitted to work
You will have to have a
Chip insert
Fitted under your skin
So you can’t tamper with it
Which will monitor
You night and day
In every way
Your thought patterns
What you say
What causes you pain
Where you go
When you leave your workplace
What route you take
Who you spend time with
Listing your associates
Making copies of their face
You will be presented
With this data
At your weekly
Employment review
They will say
It’s so they can
Know the real you
And just what you do
To protect The Company
Who is, by law
Now more important
Than you
Anna Archichek
Overwhelmed
Sometimes it feels like it will never be OK
It goes on and on and on
Darkness creeps in and you cannot see the light
Prayers seem to have fallen upon deafened ears
Does evil continue to win?
Destruction and injustice prevail?
If only I could run the universe and cause evil to disappear….
There would be no abuse or hurtful words that fracture a spirit
Goodness would always win and peace would surround us like a blanket.
Poverty and hatred would cease to exist
Hunger would not be permitted and…
All would have enough
A father could not destroy his son with words that crack his soul
A mother would never cry for her broken, addicted child
The broken and the walking wounded would have hearts healed by love
A thief would stop dead in his tracks and think again
Illnesses would shrivel up and no longer wreak their pain
Little children would keep their innocence
Freedom would reign
Colour, size, language and race would never even matter
The burden of these evil things must be so much to bear
The weight of evil and broken choices would be too much for me
I wake up to another day and the light comes creeping in
Hope arises like the dawn, cautiously...
Prayers continue and chip away at mountains like a persistent hammer
These tears will some day end and give way to a grateful heart
I couldn’t take on the universe
I can barely handle me!
Let my light become brighter and let me be the change that I seek
I shall leave the universe to One who never sleeps nor gets weary
I pray for strength
To face another day
I pray to change the atmosphere and love without bounds
I pray for mercy and understanding for things not understandable!!
I pray for grace for all these things, this day!
Grace Daub August 11, 2020
When darkness falls
You find your freedom:
Fantasy.
Don't say you didn't know.
The Tyrant told us all, for many years,
What he intends
Though he speaks mountains of lies
Regarding specifics
His truth absolute regarding his intentions.
Don't say you didn't know.
There will be no redemption,
There will be no forgiveness
Should he and his minions prevail.
We shall be consigned to the dustbin of History
All nobility forgotten.
This cannot be permitted.
This cannot be allowed.
We shall fight him to the last breath,
We shall fight unto our very death
They cannot win
They shall not win
Don't say you didn't know.
So here I wake half an hour removed from betraying sleep
into a prison built like a home but the walls, they deceive
mimicking the duct taped windows
There's no fun, no joy to be permitted
boredom arises while anger bubbles to the surface
a shark ready to attack, bite the neck of the first thing it sees
the illness latched itself onto me
Am I proud of it, no, but I stand by it
Depravity of sleep fueled my responses
but the anger has always been there
For an entire week
the house to call a home converted into my holding cell
I've been ignored, unheard
asked for my opinion only for deaf ears to walk on the very words I pronounce
so I fight back with my own rebellion
I'm sick of my days piling up to the same routine
sick of being silenced, treated second best
treated like I'm a growing problem, a mistake
treated like a pariah in the very house I should feel safe in
yet I just want to escape the minefield
get on a plane and never look back
I'm sick of this childlike rhetoric spit back at me
Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't I a man now
I'm not the same confused 13 year old
I'm just a determined, angry 19 year old
Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm not a boy anymore
I'm a man
I'd challenge a bear to be alpha just to prove it
I'm a man, I'll say it till I'm red in the face
I'm a man
I plant my feet to the ground like roots
so like a mighty redwood I shout I'M A MAN
I'm a man...
My very wish is to run
run to the only place bold enough to scream my name
in the exact frequency I yearn for
My very wish is to finally be on the island where it only rains
the island where I can cleanse my troubled mind
The very wish I have is silenced, unheard
and all who ever heard of it, forgotten it
walking on the very words I pronounce
as I spend another year
actively waiting to achieve what I've been dreaming for 7 years now
But childlike words are thrown my way
and I could say till I'm voiceless I'm a man
they only see me as a boy and here they decline my request
while I decline what they say
I'm not a boy
I'm a man, I'm a man
I'm a man
All white Westerners and Western ideas are inherently evil
Indigenous peoples are all naturally kind and good 24/7
White Western governments are all systemically racist
It is biologically impossible for a black person to be racist
Only whites murder blacks. Black men never kill other black people.
White males should be permitted to exist only as an underclass
Abraham Lincoln was solely responsible for 639,000 deaths, the murderer
Fidel Castro's regime oversaw a dramatic increase in literacy in Cuba
Zionism and Judaism promote apartheid and the murder of Palestinians
Police departments must be eliminated the world over
Prisoners everywhere must be released, their prisons destroyed
The Western model of the nuclear family must be eradicated
These are all eternal truths
They replace Mao's little red book
I have burned Mao's little red book
The lines above are my new bible
(July 03, 2020)
Month Two of the First Year of the Republic of CHAZ/CHOP