Best Charged Poems
Sometimes men need forgiving
When they don't know how to ask
Words really are unmintionable
If painfull the recent past
A womans heart is fragile
When given to the man she loves
She knows she can't take it back
But only be scorned by love
Hear her silence roaring
Like a lioness looking for cubs
See her eye's exploring
The soul of the one she loves
Feel her motionless body
When seeking the littlest kiss
Her memory totally empty
Of any shared bliss
How can I fix this
How can I fix this
How can I fix this!
I'm on my bended knees
I would do most anything
If I could only please
The thing that once was living
The thing that I once had
Please give it back
It's the only thing that matters
The thing that I lack
I can love unselfishly
And you would be my queen
Remember what I am to you
And wipe the record clean
I won't stray beyond your reach
And we shall be as one
Perhapes to bring us closer
This awful thing was done
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
I have read an article today
an eye opener not even surprised remotely
where the minister of justice
running to a meeting hard pressed
has cast vote, on and behalf of another fraud member
Admitting being part of a rigging system
where a person can be two places at one time
treason is the highest ranked form of betrayal
illegal moves spoken of and recorded
like it will die on the wind a sudden death
Then put down as normal practice in such cases
begs a mind to wonder how guilty works
not a bit wonder their travel allowance
amounts to thousands weekly on expenses
shameful politics to say the very least
Then the 2 billion euro robbery is still not capped
like a gold mine they keep fleecing the treasury
with no regards to the humans suffering
Maybe the sheep will wake up eventually
they always say we live in hope for a better future
the biggest crooks work in government
kept in power by corrupt judges
those all shackled and tarred with the one brush
There was a woman caught in an adulterous act.
Her accusers came after her with all of the “facts…”
She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea.
“Master….” “Have mercy on someone like me!”
Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried.
So many other things she had already tried.
Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone…
Jesus told her accusers; “You without sin.”
“Throw the first stone.”
One by one… They dropped
the stones and fled.
Rather than face the truth…
They ran away instead…
Jesus told the woman; “Your forgiven.”
“Go and sin no more…”
She was the meaning of what
God’s grace was meant for.
If you’re caught in a situation,
with " no way out… "
This is what the meaning
of salvation is all about!
Any “accusers” you may have,
will quickly run and hide...
When to Jesus you come…
And have him “on your side…”
Allow the master to cleanse
your life this very hour…
And experience the love of his
life-changing power!
He’ll take you in with his arms wide open.
“You’re forgiven!” Will be the lovely words spoken!
Be surrounded by the savior's
redeeming grace…
He’ll give you hope and put a smile
on your face!
By Jim Pemberton
I've been accused.
Blood, Death& Hate
The crimes to which
my Words stand witness.
I've been accused.
Of imprisoning my smile
In the lock of a frown,
Drowning my laughter
in the tempest of unshed tears.
I've been accused.
Being doubtful
of the Benefit of the Doubt.
A life sentence
Chained to the Temple of the Almighty Cynic.
Under oath, I will confess.
It wasn't attempted murder nor theft
Rather Attempted Happiness.
The goal of an Ode to Merriment
was soon forgot
As my thoughts drifted back to
The Gang Melancholy
And my pen scribbled(once again!)
Blood, Death& Hate.
Verdict: Guilty as Charged.
Y.L Ndlovu
Keep your morning informed
With a piece of newspaper
Stay connected with the rest of the world
Besides your small confined self-centred world
Stay up-to-date with
The critical news
The breaking news
The latest news
The in-depth reports
Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world
But news can't simply be surfaced
Without evidence of a witness
Or some physical proofs
Or else it will be charged
But a piece of news after
A long court case or a suspension
Is no more first-hand
And no more attracting
And a piece of news incomplete
Is no more a reflection of the truth
A piece of newspaper will gradually become
A piece of tissue paper,wrapping paper or waste paper
And the world will simply forget it
As a past event or a piece of history
The world won't learn any lesson
As it is no more news by tomorrow
Never doubt the availability
When looking for culpability
The guilty never wish to admit
They are, indeed, the culprit.
Written July 12, 2022
I pulled in late one night from off the pike,
A manor rumored haunted, yet it seemed
As clean and bright as any hotel deemed,
So worthy of what guests as I would like.
A busy place, yet there was still a room,
The "only vacancy" they had to spare,
But walking to my room I came aware,
That everything was quiet as a tomb.
So many people strolling to-and-fro,
Thus seeming to communicate at will,
And yet, despite it all, the air was still,
And why that was, I doubt Ill ever know.
I got to bed, but didn't get much sleep,
For when I shut my door the din began -
As though an all-night party was at hand,
An uproar that went on 'til morning's creep.
I nodded off just 'fore the sun arose,
Awakened to the dawning with a start,
A sight that I will always set apart,
For instantly, the blood within me froze ...
It seems I'd spent the night inside my car,
The manor, out my window, aged and vile,
I stayed there in a trance for quite awhile,
Recalling what I'd seen that night, bizarre.
It may have been a dream or mind canard,
But I will swear 'til death that it was real,
And nothing then or since can e'er reveal,
Those charges placed upon ... my credit card.
Written and submitted on January 22, 2019
For the "Night In A Haunted Manor" Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
Back away if you want silence;
Loud! I'm louder than the
loudest clap of thunder
Fiery lightening lights up the
sky;
A shield
The storm my protective cover.
Back away if you want calm,
Charged! I'm filled with the
energy
Of this electric storm
The power ringing in the air
My shield Singed
I am charged, I stand strong.
Here I go, I'm gonna have another shot
How many I've had, not sure I've forgot
I'm gonna drink till it numbs the pain
I'm gonna drink till I don't remember my name
I'm gonna inject till it takes me out of this place
I'm going to inject till I'm off my face
I'm gonna sleep around to block out my fears
I'm gonna sleep around till I cry no more tears
I'm gonna fight and take my pain out on you
I'm gonna fight till I'm battered black and blue
I'm gonna scream till my voice runs dry
I'm gonna scream as I'm afraid too cry
I'm gonna shout and don't care what I say
I'm gonna shout till everything becomes ok
I'm gonna cry as that's all I can really do
I'm gonna cry because I know I hurt you
I'm gonna try and get off the battlefield
I'm gonna try until my emotions are tightly sealed
A heart of dark sentiments!
What did my dark periscope see?
A misogynistic judge presiding over a case;
An interesting case of
A woman who reneged midway on a pact.
I was but a witness lest you be curious
Why I stood so still.
Prior, I saw her mixing the colours of abuse;
A sweetheart's leprous weapon of bitterness
Enshrined in a soul bequeathed to grave.
The jury conspired to lay waste of an innocent woman
On account of murder.
The evidence they held was red paint spilled on her white shirt.
She looked down to find a word,
Even one to utter in her defence.
I stood stock-still to witness and testify against
The life of a girl child on a crime I never saw.
It was just as poets wrote and painters drew,
A life of unsolicited hardships.
No-one shared her plight.
It was as though an artist who knew not what to write or paint
Made an image and brought it to life,
But cared neither to pray nor dared to fight
Until it became a historian's lost note,
The authenticity of which no-one dared to confirm.
Her only crime was being born a woman.
She could choose otherwise had she but a choice.
The 'guilty' verdict came crushing on the women's doormat.
They came with chains of oppression;
To oppress and control!
I shed my last tears for the ruined life.
She sighed and made her voice ready to wail.
She held her pride unshaken and uttered the very words:
Because I am a woman,
I plead guilty as charged.
Jesus Christ was born
to bring light to a dark world
let Him shine in you
A mind realized that it had become
itself, a self
that had been molded by fractured hands
yet somehow
by the grace of time
had now become itself.
This self was both a shop-window and a mannikin,
yet even though it was a cut-out
of certain carefully crafted characteristics of an imaged reality,
it knew it was,
and
that is the difference
between one who sleep-walks an existence
and one who is fully-charged
and ready to be a light
unto itself.
Guilty As Charged?
There was a woman caught in an adulterous act.
Her accusers came after her with all of the “facts…”
She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea.
“Master….” “Have mercy on someone like me!”
Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried.
So many other things she had already tried.
Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone…
Jesus told her accusers; “You without sin.”
“Throw the first stone.”
One by one… They dropped the stones and fled.
Rather than face the truth…
They ran away instead…
Jesus told the woman; “Your forgiven.”
“Go and sin no more…”
She was the meaning of what
God’s grace was meant for.
If you’re caught in a situation,
with “no way out…”
This is what the meaning
of salvation is all about!
Any “accusers” you may have,
will quickly run and hide.
When to Jesus you come…
And have him “on your side…”
Allow the master to cleanse your life this very hour…
And experience the love of his life-changing power!
He’ll take you in with his arms wide open.
“You’re forgiven!” Will be the lovely words spoken!
Be “caught up” in the savior’s
redeeming grace…
He’ll give you hope and put a smile
on your face!
By Jim Pemberton
my dreams demons lurk
shocks and jolts make my body jerk….
quick fix doesn’t work