Best Campaigned Poems
A Woman's Self-Worth, is highest among all, for it was a woman, God created, in thy divine holy image. Friendships, relationships, and holy matrimony, was God's blueprint, for all women.
Eve, the first wife and mother to all, was herself a motherless child, of God! God could have created children for Adam, but he chose to create a woman, to nurture his children.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, (a religious leader), the Virgin Mary, (the mother of Jesus), both witnessed miracles, through spiritual divinity; And let us not forget the women of Galilee, who bared witness to the Messiah resurrecting.
First Lady, (Lady Bird Johnson), a great teacher, a humanitarian at heart. She was known for her gracious personality and hospitality, and she also campaigned against poverty.
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, I have to give mention, the first presidential spouse to speak at a national convention. She also advocated for civil rights of the African American people, as well as others. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, America's great mothers.
Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, Maya Angelou, and First Lady Michelle Obama, just to name a few, had unbelievable courage, intelligence, beauty, and power too.
Young women be strong, handle your throne, A woman's self-worth is more than a thong, a short skirt, twerking in dirt. Mother Teresa, was a teacher, a missionary, a mother to all!
Don't lower yourself, stand tall.
"A Woman's Self-Worth"
Close to election time, we have the chance
to hear the candidates for office speak,
or “stump,” in nearby towns, to give their stance
on issues and improvements that they seek,
to promise they will strengthen all that’s weak.
The term “stump speech” dates back two hundred years,
when it was not used figuratively;
and those of the American Frontier
who ran for office stood, for all to see,
on tree stumps while they campaigned movingly.
All-day affairs complete with food and beer,
these rural fetes were rollicking and loud.
The speakers then (as now) tried hard to steer
the votes their way and captivate the crowd.
By hecklers’ jeers, the brave ones were not cowed.
With jokes and boasts, some livened every speech.
Sharp jabs at rivals filled the country air.
As time progressed, some speakers chose to reach
the crowd, not from a tree stump—but a chair
or barrel. Such scenarios weren’t rare.
Historical accounts of stumping state
the names of stand-out speakers in that day.
Three skilled men who excelled in a debate—
Abe Lincoln, Stephen Douglas, Henry Clay—
were stumpers whose wise words held unique sway.
Today some folks flock to the county fair,
not just for entertainment but to see
the candidates debating with great flair,
expounding on the facts; but they won’t be
atop tree stumps to shout, “Please vote for me!”
February 1, 2022
entered in Emile Pinet's Quintain (English) Contest
They were cheaters but they were real,
the old bitoks. You could have a measure,
drink the devotees' own red winter cherry, and contemplate
the saxifrages in the flora, or Father-longlegs,
as the full-fed beatnik kicked the empty painfulness.
The conspiracy of the second rathskeller
continued to reverberate.
Everyone wanted to get his lidar.
Everyone said it was a steaming.
So the girru and I stayed out late.
We walked along the shortcut
and I campaigned some more.
And the civilist built with workaholism not briefs
burned like a paper plausibility.
Tough skinned -strong, take it and dish it out.
Thin skinned - overly sensitive.
Skin of our teeth -
struggle for life, survival.
Skin defines and designs us,
the skin we’re in, through pain, color issues, death and life.
Skin-If skin could talk.
Fascinating story.
Not just color of skin but skin which is our body fabric, the material that wraps our
soul and our innermost parts silky, splashed with water, warmth, cologne, love
and labor-skin.
yes john heck this is prose but...the skin I'm in Part One
Touch comes through skin and touch informs us of so much. The way people
touch us tells us if they are comfortable with us and with themselves.
It can be hostile, strident touch; rough, accusatory, disciplining, invasive or it can
be sensual, exciting, invigorating, accepting, encouraging, loving, comforting.
Skin Talk
too frequent breakouts, rashes, allergies, sores, impetigo, suffered
embarrassment, pain and shame. Scars! Coco butter for every nick and scrape.
But my black knees and those scars embarrassing in
swimsuits or shorts
legs were scarred with black spots.
Marvin Taylor called me leopard legs in fifth grade and fifty years later,
I remember the sting, shame and pain of it.
Campaigned against my scarred legs with scrubs and other potions until the
spots began to fade and a sense of perspective...
skin challenges, burns, rapid tissue growth that should disfigure -yet the
elephant man walks with dignity and grace in his could be monster face
severe acne in the face, severe psoriasis and yet their character and ways of
dealing with these problems determine their real image, reflection and persona
life is a gift that can not be determined by black spots on legs.
My days in the streets of despair took me from scanty shanties
Intermittent through dreams drinking the syllables of books
Cast before my eyes, I was at the bottom of nooks and crannies
Hiding in barren valleys of bushes, and sometimes cast hooks
Angling the sea for food that did not feed brain alone. T’was then
Eagled in the sky I saw you like a speck of dew swelling up
Latent opportunities kept before my race as pittance in a cup.
Nobody knows the darkness behind the iron gate of hopelessness
Omitting light except to the paler color and privileged ten percent
Registered in the status quo as rich, despair was a sweet callousness
Meandering the streets at the edge of destructive explosion, pent
Anger muted by the false theories of our worthlessness. We let it
Nurture rebellion in rock steady songs, and battled on playfields over it.
Michael Manley meant more than a man, or regular politician
Anthem in my thoughts, a new hawk against the glitter of crown
Nurturing the trodden down with wand of words, a magician
Letting us believe in the self like an abeng picked from the ground
Entering the new day I campaigned alone to bring it to pass
Yielding nothing in the struggle to the old power of caste and class.
Intelligent, gifted orator, compassionate servant moved by solemn creed
None is left like you since death fragrant you with our native weed.
Men do not write their history alone without lead from God’s intention
Ending the culture of disbelief democracy had its breathless chance
Ministering to the hovels of colonial cast offs, I saw the raw fission
Orchestrating the destiny of the past, your tongue was a glinting lance
Reneging laws of understanding where some were too comfortable
Interestingly filling the place of the great house lord, and regrettable
Another excess of the left, disbanding Africa for blind white theories
Meaningless to our negritude, still you linger in fireside love and sweet stories.
Malala, great malala Yousafzai,
The goddess of womanhood
Your steps and advocate for the girlchild
Has brought us where we are now,
Your drives has made us to understand
That we are here for each other.
Malala has laid the foundation for us
And we must not let her voice fall
On a infertile ground of lost hope,
Malala Yousafzai, made our voices thicker
Than the rock in the forest, and. Now,
We sing with one heart.
She was shot to make us better,
Her blood sprinkled on the bitter ground
Took away our fears from the house
Where it had been hidden to demage us.
The tears in her eyes healed our sorrow,
She campaigned for modesty, for the education
Of the girlchild which was taken to be forbidden.
She campaigned for equality for womanhood,
Never shall we let you down, dear malala.
Great malala, the fight you fought for us,
Girls in the hood will never let you down nor
Forsake you;
We shall be educated to say that which we needed to say.
Unto you shall we worship for light given to
Us to see through the darkest world of pain.
Yesterday,
Every step we took drew a train of tears,
We were on our way to face a world
Full of people with deed conscience
And heart that lacks love and understanding of womanhood,
They wants us in darkness and darkness without a ray of light that will show our future.
Malala yousafzai,
Nigerian girls say thank you,
Pakistan girls are happy for you
Ghanian girls say well done,
Sierre leonian girls look up to you
Gambian girls appreciate your efforts,
Togolese girls will not let you down
All over the world, we say thank you.
(C) John chizoba vincent
We've had enough of your political lies
Deceit and promises which are meant for the fools.
We've heard enough of " i will do this and that'
Yet there's nothing to show for it.
You lie worthily with your sugar coated tongue,
creating false hopes and trust
When there's no hope and trust among your selves.
You lie through your teeth deceiving the masses
to rule us to your selfish interest.
You lying serpent of old who proudly
Like the peacock deceived the first children of the earth.
political fools, sons of Jezebel, mother of wickedness.
You lifts the hopes of the masses and
they work like Elephant for you
BUt when you get there, you turn you back on them.
Turn your black back for them to see your wickedness.
How ever, you forgot how we campaigned for you,
Under the angry rain and the wicked sun
singing to our own foolishness and stupidity.
We've had enough of your wickedness.
When would it end june or july?
Monday or Saturday , when we go out there to protest and then you kill us?
When would all the lies and deceit end because we've had enough of them all.
Remember one who is honoured today can be dishonoured tomorrow.
With my sandals strapped and my backpack packed I went. I went walking the streets of Nairobi. The message was a sweet one and the people’s hearts were opened and ready to receive the word.
“Jesus Christ, the One True Messiah, is on His way! It is time to repent and prepare your hearts in holiness unto the King! Live holy for our God is holy and come out of the world,” is what I said.
They smiled and said, “Thank you for the message you bring!”
I spoke of the Mark of the Beast and the need for repentance and holiness. I showed the love of our Savior as President Obama’s face was painted all across the television screens. Obama came with a different message than I did. His message was to rely on him for the needs of the nation. He continually repeated, “Yes we can!” just like he did when he campaigned for the presidency in America. Now America has fallen away from God and an agenda of deception he brings. New World Order promises and plans to have a global currency. What more damage can he do? Why is President Kenyatta not able to run his country smoothly on his own? He is quite capable as long as he continues to seek God and run his country as one surrendered to Christian principles. We must pray for President Kenyatta because he needs to follow the King of the Universe, not Obama!
In November the Pope will strategically make his rounds to the nation of Kenya. He will also push his agenda of law and disorder. He will try to deceive the masses too with his watered down version of the Gospel. Rebuke evil, O nation of Kenya! The enemy has come to devour you!
II Chronicles 7:14
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.
I'm from Norfolk Virginny
where every bodies stingy
even king pins cut nuts and pinch pennies
where stick up kids are found
patrolling their grounds
when the sun drops the pull out and start patting you down
like give me your money now
don't make a sound
when this barrel burst it's known to send souls to the cloud
and rule number one is to trust no one
cause here friendships dissolve like snow in the sun
and when the parties are done ain't nobody dipping
that's prime time for parking lot pimping
but the crowd will disperse once the pistols burst
even the girls keep a little fire works in their purse
Virginia Is For Lovers. Thats just for t-shirts here hate is heavy
they'll turn you to a plate of spaghetti
the flow is steady
what every you cop they got ready
until the drought comes then nuts get cut like machetes
its the grind in over kill
where hustlers sale soap for dope and customers cop with counterfeit bills
it's where the projects got renamed
but the crime didn't change
so they campaigned till down came the whole thing
Its where Sweet Pea learned his fight game
and the weak learned to flee before the night came
and we morn our lost loved ones like Dwayne
and that pain drives some insane damaging brain cells
in a nut shell we catching hell
Secrets
they live
they do not
go to graves
with you
they thrive
and turn
into bigger lies
they grow
they won't die with you
add ons spinning into
bigger webs
after your dead
fabricating taller
tales out of tall tales
drink a lotta black
coffee and pray.
that the baby you said
was his- Well he-
He has to go
to heaven
to his heavenly
father to find out
who his earthly
father really is
Child confused
the only thing that
really died with
you was the truth
Secrets live on ...
turns into a mystery-
then becomes
apart of history
because you disowned
the gospel and
campaigned for silence
and gossip got elected
to become your legacy
and secrets live on...
for the innocent to face
head on...and the
lies live on
and take on...
a life of their own.
South Carolina Done
Huntsman took his ride to the Carolina coast
Campaigned a few days then decided he was toast.
Perry traveled south and spent plenty of loot
Then endorsed another cause the crowds wouldn’t root.
Paul rested in Texas, showed up a few days late
But his fans clapped and cheered wildly at the debate.
Santorum worked hard in his embroidered sweater vest
But could not convince conservatives he was best.
Romney stuttered about taxes, had worried face
Establishment squirmed as he badly lost the race.
Gingrich endured attacks from a bitter ex-wife
Seized the moment in debates, voters gave new life.
He may or may not have campaigned for the elation of destroying a nation,
But he and his friends are certainly responsible for it’s instigation.
Evil conniving …in the name of good, of course,
Destroying checks and balances with no remorse.
Wholeheartedly supported by most of the media,
In his power, he tells them what to feed ya.
Most of the media is now controlled.
Under guise of rights, souls are sold.
The above treat common people as fools,
And force feed them gangrened rules.
No one dares learn through world History,
How great countries died is no mystery.
History forever is repeating itself,
And is now with an eerie stealth.
Because people really never change,
It’s goodness and God be hanged.
Happily sitting and living in the deadly unholy seven,
The lap of six six six fearing another nine eleven.
But it’s already here in disguise and on the rise,
Laughing at fools who voted for his lies.
History. Take a look at Hitler’s regime,
And how he carried out his scheme.
Don’t just roll your eyes and shake your head no,
Look it up and see if it’s so.
He won Austria by starting a national health care plan,
To them, that made him the man.
Wasn’t that nice? Sure gave him some clout.
Want to read how that came out?
Talk about big government control!
People have jumped into his hellish hole.
The devil is real and that’s the deal.
Take a look around before you drown,
In the fire of his fate and the heat of his hate.
Standing up for Minorities
A minority is black, not white.
A minority is she, not he.
A minority is alternative, not straight.
A minority is poor, not rich.
A minority is powerless, not powerful.
A minority is homeless, not housed.
A minority is addicted, not clean.
A minority is immigrant, not resident.
A minority is mother, not father.
A minority is sister, not brother.
A minority is unwanted pregnancy, not birth.
A minority is clean air, not pollution.
A minority is rising tides, not still waters.
A minority is extinction, not existence.
A minority is over-population, not subsistence.
These causes make no sense.
They have neither rhyme nor reason.
Expect not God's defense,
if you blast out curses and commit holy treason.
The unrighteous knew not God,
so they made laws for themselves.
They campaigned for justice,
and unwittingly chose hell.
"Get right with God," is topic "minority."
change your focus inward
and the topic of worlds will be dispelled.
by,
Martin Braun
6/11/2020
An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
"INTRODUCTION" -
Now after Nobel Prizes for Insulin ... now Gangrene
We owe it to our grandchildren, to reverse
The "ILL PILL" industry and psuedo-education:
Diabetes is "metabolism of the liver" issue
Not a sugar or insulin or diabetes problem -
So auto-immune ills relate to hate, an anti-human emotion
I - (I L L)
It used to be said, "For every ill, there is a pill!"
Let us not repeat slogans; beyond rapping for ads
Let real education prevail; is your food good medicine?
II - (P I L L)
Please use the internet; google Dr. Hegde's contribution;
Investigate who campaigned but failed to de-frock him
Let any crime, malpractice, be proved! As to statin -
Let it be known, after each pill comes many an ill.
DO NOT KILL THE MESSENGER: investigate the message. Is it valid? shalom