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BiPartisan Dissonance

When oppositional cognitive dissonance deflects focus,
it tends to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time 
to where she began to feel alone,
marginalized,
siloed,
anxious.

If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor
because I have thrown all my naked Barbie and Ken parts,
especially their water-filled hollow insides,
and the five saturated pools of stained white washcloths
I took out of that drawer just like you said not to,
and the nice sudsy soft bar of soap,
then you might want to reconsider leaving the bathroom
during my bath.
You might want to think of telling a story
or imagining with my behavioral lectures
I so mercilessly inflict
on the shattered heads of my daughters,
oops,
I mean dolls.

Perhaps oppositional cognitive dissonance 
is what Republicans have about Democrats.

If you folks would be so kind as to return to cooperative civic and civil discussion,
about my intrinsic dignity, royalty perhaps,
sense of anthrocentric entitlement,
immaculate integrity as a permacultured Orthodox Tradition,
utterly necessary to optimize sustainable and resilient health
for All Americans,
(although perhaps not quite sufficient),
including those who happen to have become embarrassed
by their unhealthy wealth and extravagant disregard
for undercommodified values,
like caring and nurturing, loving and therapeutic
mentoring relationships and trees of life, and economic
and eco-logical environ-mental (0)-sum cooperative networks,
like the synergy of all natural systems,
most especially religious cultures
delivering a united and interdependent positive teleology
that we all created this rapacious, extractive mess together.

So, please stop leaving the bathroom of discourse,
regardless of how rhetorically insane and polemic,
every time we complain about your shitty attitudes
about wealthy compost and sustainable,
resilient,
optimized economic growth.
Then you democratically complain,
by voting for the one you hate the least,
as we go right on doing
what we intended to do
while we were throwing water
on your slippery-floor economics
of radical,
reverse-hierarchical interdependence and mutual subsidiarity.
Much too "solidarity" for Republican taste as True,
much less Just to those who prefer their
economically entrenched competitive silos.

And,
our Democratic family value parents 
hear their oppositionally disordered Republicans
as if they were bionically alien unitarian utilitarians,
like honey bees and ant hives,
devoid of deductive rational accessibility,
of even one of four dimensions of truth,
and  without capacity to empathize with their well-mentored praxis,
of continually forgetting you could not climb a higher priority
right now
than telling your oppositional daughter Dr. Seuss's The Lorax, 
interpreting each voice as your own Lorax Logos,
wondering why you continue competing
to reach a Win-Win Cooperative Game,
and political
and economic
and ecological
and cultural 
and biological karmic finish line,
alone in your Permaculture Designed polycultural PolyLife Tree Paradise.

When you think about it,
you can see that your competitive political
and economic assumption,
that Win-Win cooperation will not have our final say,
is not ecologically, scientifically,
or even permaculturally, metaphysically
sound, rational, integrated,
sustainably designed to benefit future generations,
much less synergetic or holonically comprehensive.

You can't win a P=NP,
4-fractal/spiral (0)-sum
cooperative economic logistical plan
until everyone else has the freedom
and integrity
and ecotherapeutic orthopraxis comprehension,
intention,
to win-win with you, coincidentally.

With this perhaps un-Christian, 
and vaguely irreligious perspective
that Democratic mutual-redeemer culture
is closer to (0) sum Core Value Balanced Heaven
rationality, and intuition,
than appears to be the case
for our benighted Republican
wealthy fat-cat anthro-supremacist residents of Earth,
we have turned rather too far
our spinning cultural revolution pendulum
away from the racist sin of monocultural monotheism,
poverty and the overpowering commodification of human lives,
and the commodification of other species,
and the commodification of Earth's fire, water,
soil and sky,
Her capacity to regenerate fertile seeds,
turning away from sin as sterile insanity,
disability and absence,
to now prophecy the sins of monopolistic wealth,
and power;
to notice challenging, dissonant tipping points
within monocultural,
monochromatic,
monopolistic 
bicamerally competing economic uncertainty
and ecological dysfunction for all consciousness
all nations,
reconnecting our more humane DNA-informed
bicameral information processor branch of EcoTribe,
RNA-inscribed,
transliterate,
multisystemic and polycultural Climax Community,
diastatically 
interdependently
coincidentally straining and stressing to comprehend
Polynomial SpaceTime = Not-Not Polynomial Open Systemic Binomial Prime Relationship Temporal "Now"
as Yang-convex/positive = Yin-concave/negative,
as +1.00% QBit = +/-(0)% Soul Core-emergent universal Vertex/Dark Recessional Vortex (Perelman, 1993)

So, yes, maybe somewhat closer,
but closer doesn't count
when playing Win-Win economic ecotherapy.
Horseshoes don't fit elephants.

Speaking of elephants in too-narrow-minded oppositional spaces, 
where was I?
Oh, yes, she’s in the bathtub again,
better watch that floor.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Steadfast Grit

Some tomorrow soon, I shall walk again,
though not as I walked in days past.
To reach that doorway - my foremost campaign
and thus I'll keep walking my last.
Therapy is pain; it's a stormy fight
taking great effort in this cast.
The doctor reports my future looks bright,
I'll walk again, my grit steadfast. 

The memory of the accident still clear.
Walking alone I had just passed
the corner turn that leads back from the pier.
dune buggies race the storm too fast
in sand too deep, too wet for certainty
lightning and collision contrast
In time, I'll grasp life as an amputee.
I'll walk alone, my grit steadfast.

New normal I tackle with amnesty,
I cannot cast blame nor lambast.
For such is pathetic activity
generating storms far more vast
than one which caused my disability.
My good broken leg is the mast
where my banner flies with tenacity.
I'll walk at peace, my grit steadfast.




Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013



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Poetry in an Urdu Nutshell

Garage       
stacked high
scribbled stenos of
an automatic act
of little understanding or thought-------------
{tuhituhi}

visceral finality       
zero return
zero reward
and then there's
a learning disability hindering the reading-------------
{panui}

writing       
is taking a dump, 
except after wiping, I tend to take a peek
this creative act ill affords a 2nd glance
a good day and bet the writing stinks... boring
jail or hospital equals readers galore 
"TELL ME MORE!"
could correlate with occupancy rates
what a sorry excuse of a poet I am 
damn if that ain't sayin' much.-----------
{paru}

~editor's note: Poetry Soup would not let the beautiful Urdu script be seen, so I substituted Maori~ :(


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014

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"What is a Sad Day In America?"

         “WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the 
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about 
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or 
denomination you belong too.

It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does 
not represent “I can because I am free.”

Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability? 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow 
woman.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.

It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.

It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.


The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with 
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves  brothers and sisters 
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will 
be”  a “Sad Day” in America.



copyright@2006 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins 


Copyright © Carrie Love-atkins | Year Posted 2006

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Black Lives Matter

 Black Lives Matter  

They gave me a college education
But left me unemployed
But they say
Black lives matter
I won 7 Grammy awards
I didn't get a ceremony to recognize my work 
But they say
Black lives matter
I have Foodstamps
But no refrigerator to store the food in
Or pots and pans to cook on a stove not even utensils or a plate to place my food on
But they say
Black lives matter
I receive a  disability check for 2000 dollars a month
But I don't have a place to live
But they say
Black lives matter
I served my country for 8 year in the military
And I am living on the streets
But they say
Black lives matter
I'am a military vet 
And I still did not receive health treatment
But they say
Black lives matter
My  best friend name is Maria Marshall she got beat down by the cops
But they say
Black lives matter
Bloods and the Crypts are black gangs on my block and everyday they are shooting at each other
But they say 
Black lives matter
At the end of night
I go to sleep black
And I wake up black
I shed the same red blood like every 
minority group
Black lives are still ignored 
Let me paint my face white
Will I still matter now
Nope

By:Shaniki Smith
Date: 05-22-2016
P.S. I wrote this poem for another poetry group that I'am with.
I thought I share  it with you! I don't usually write poetry  about issue around the world. But I had some poetry readers who requested for me to write about issue around the world. Stay tune for my new poem called Deadbeat system! Deadbeat system poem is about the little things that  can affect individual and the harm that cut backs do to individuals around the world.


Copyright © Shaniki Smith | Year Posted 2016

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The Catterfairy contest

Have you ever seen a catterfairy?
Many found her to be quite scary,

She came out of her cocoon others said to soon
And only part of her had seemed to bloom.

Her green body dragged on the cold wet ground
Yet her face was like an angel and her wings were profound.

She had passed many animals, insects and fish
Though she was rejected by them all...she still held on to one special wish.

That someday she would gracefully fly
Far past all their critical eyes.

Show the world who she was inside
Never again feel the need to isolate and hide.

One day a mouse with two pointy green tails
Scuttled by her sobbing with a horrendous wail.

The catterfairy filled with compassion asked him what was wrong
The mouse pointed to his two tails and said “I’m not special or strong”

No one paid him any mind too
For his difference made others constantly ridicule.

The catterfairy said, "My dream is to fly"
"I am different too and can’t understand why"

At that moment they became the best of friends,
Their uniqueness became a treasure that helped them make amends

With whom they really were
Instantly feelings of loneliness became a blur.

The mouse one day had a marvelous idea
It would help his dear friend overcome a deep fear.

If he held up the catterfairys body while she attempted to fly
It would make her light enough so she could soar through the sky

Then, they both would graciously shine
Linked together till the end of time.

At once the mouse lifted the beautiful catterfairy's body high,
Holding on intensely, she got her wish and they both kissed the cold ground goodbye.

The catterfairy has human emotions and shows us how hard it can be when your different in our society. people judge others so often by how they look or if they have a disability. we all need love and friends and we have too look deeper than the outside. Someone will always come and lift that person up who feels rejected or different. Thank God we are all different. how boring this earth would be if we were all the same. Never try to be like anyone else for there is only one YOU and you are needed.

By: Sabina Nicole


Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012

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My son


Aged four and half, first day at school
he was going to prove he was no fool,
through boredom disrupted his class
which continued each following day alas,
by luck or fate proved he was not pathetic
my poor boy was diagnosed as dyslexic,
many years past struggling but determined
With this unfortunate disability he burdened,
art and design he found his path to success 
through art college he did quickly progress,
at age of seventeen discovered with fear
a life threatening heart condition did appear,
after medical procedure, an electrical bypass,
returned to college awarded top of his class,
to university success predicted by forecasters 
proved right after four years collected his masters,
with determination, belief, support and direction
Proved to me everyone can produce perfection.

Composed 02/03/2017.
Contest:- young people who have  inspired you.




Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

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I'm Disabled, Not Stupid

Some people can be so ignorant
I know they're not to blame
They see me in my wheelchair
And say “Aw, isn't it a shame”?

I say “Hello, I’m fine”
And you don't know what to do
Just because I am disabled
Don't assume my brain is too

Whenever you get stressed
You can walk along the beach
With no facilities for the disabled
To me it’s out of reach

I'd like to go on holidays
But I stay at home instead
Because no matter where I go
I need a hoist to go to bed

My bowel and my bladder
Are affected by my medication
It angers me when disabled toilets
Have poor sanitation

On the bus, the driver puts down a ramp
And I can hear you whinge
When your shopping trolley is in my way
And sometimes my wheels impinge

I wait at zebra crossings 
And I know my green cross code
But the timing on the lights means
I don't have time to cross the road

My legs may no longer work
But my brain power is perfect
So next time you see me in the town
Please have some respect

If you'd like to know how I am
Don't be afraid to ask
My disability isn't catching
And it isn't a difficult task

I'll tell you how I am
And I’ll ask how you are too 
Overlook my disability
It isn’t hard to do


Copyright © Jenny Linsel | Year Posted 2017

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I, am a Warrior

I am a survivor, a warrior, no matter how far I fall in this life! My short time full of hurts and scars, all my journals read like memoirs; I endured the wreck of childhood, before many tombs- I have stood; I have walked hand-in-hand with death, leaving my tears on baby's breath; I wear my pain but I am a fighter, I pen strength because I am a writer. I am a survivor, a warrior, no matter how far I fall in this life! I have had a long battle with illness, prayed to my God in the stillness; Not all wounds are visible to the eye, the fear of blindness will stay till I die; Even with disability- I fight, and live each day with delight; I am not ashamed of my darkness, never a victim in days of starkness. I am a survivor, a warrior, no matter how far I fall in this life! How many times have I started over, the defeat- I have had to turnover; I have stood strong in every storm, shame vs strength like bees in a swarm; Many struggles in this life to endure, but with courage- survival, I will ensure; I am a fighter, a warrior brave, and I will always ride life's great wave. ________________________ August 28, 2017 Ballad/I, am a Warrior Copyright Protected, ID 93432 Written for the contest, I'm A Survivor sponsor, Julie Rodeheaver Twelve Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2017

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Hijacked by Lexicon Thievery

This poem may get into trouble,
The world wants identity double.
Attempting to culture commonality,
The world champions individuality.

Theft of language has become all too common,
Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman.
Definitions change, words take on other meaning,
Often toward groups one way leaning.
 
At our language different groups continually hack.
In the case of Negro, African American, now Black.
Or European, White, then Caucasian,
Korean American, Indian, rather than Asian. 

Why is it that unmentionable words,
You know them, our dialect’s turds.
The use of people demeaned still proliferates, 
While outsiders use carry’s different weights?

Color, religion, disability, sex, and age,
All lines in the sand drawn to disparage.
We should agree that race be set aside,
Bound together in one Human pride?

Our world needs new words and labels,
Not old words containing past fables.
Words that create, unite, and rejoin,
Not words that change on the flip of a coin.

Straight should mean unbent?
Snowflake should be heaven sent.
Gay should be a happy feeling.
Black’s big “B” should begin peeling.

I applaud the generation of Ze.
The neutral meaning of he or she.
A word with definition created anew.
A word defining both me and you.

8/31/2017


Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017

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GLOBAL POLITICIANS -POLLUTION-

Global Pollution 
This is a hate Crime Rhyme
Opposing all of he or she who passed a veto 
I will slam everyone in the House of Representatives 
Away with the “HATE CRIME” law
Global Politicians waste our time
A race on who gets down dirty and raw
Crying we are all equal under the same law
I plead the fifth, if you care 
All you posers are so unfair 
You give me more time because you do not like my hair
You crazy politics say "stop doing that!" 
Opening the eye's for us to perceive life very offensively
Piling up this world with your bull crap! 
Once again, hating is all I see 
I have a low tolerance for politicians on TV 
Law and order makes me shout 
Every law article in the news 
Is about a politician giving out a poor interview
Boo who on who's attacking or threatening who 
All you polluters do is boast
Hey, you politicians all of you I loath 
The more government spreads protection 
How I hate the ones who abuse the situation 
All you polluters create a bigger "Hate Crime." 
Passing out particular laws igniting more intimidation 
Tired of trying to live up to your expectation
I am giving you my perception 
Viewing all your sour reputations 
Always debating and telling us what to do 
There is nothing brave about you
You think you are doing what is best for us
You cowards do not understand where we are coming from 
Instead of embracing us, you continue to lose our trust 
All of today's politics, are nothing compared to yesterday’s trick 
Age, race, notational origin, the list goes on and on
A conflict in our free society 
Gender, religion, to disability 
In this, I see no promotion in opportunity  
All you perpetrators are inflicting, 
Damage to our physical and emotional unity
All you so called leaders take a stand 
Offer us something we really need to understand
Polluting all of Gods nations 
With your "censored" label that this is your political land 
You lunatics want us to consider all sides
Pretending to be friendly to cover our hides 
Put a sock in your hypocritical politicians fool
Bomb the heck out of them __ 
For use terrorism as their # 1 tool 
We got what it takes to send our enemy to oblivion
You Oxy morons, the government you do not know how to run! 
For all this hate is just a silly sound 
Politicians you are just a swift in a nuke frown 
Do not come and put your stupid signs on my ground
HATE IS HOW YOU POLITICS MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND and ROUND!
 
by;PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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I R S

I.  looked inside of me for the answers but they were invisible.

    Blindness over took me and you taxed my patience.

    Internally is where I live and my body is what carries me.

R. IP address wasn't found and you stayed hidden.

    I waited for my refund and even called upon you with your wealth of information.

    I tried to cash my disability check but there were insufficient funds.

S. ince you left I wandered without a plan except to keep it moving.

    But I'm no longer available, I'm on the go.

    I taxted you but your number was no longer listed.

    

            The taxman always win except when one dies


Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

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Ability in disability

3) ability in disability
  If you hate you will die
  If you love you will die 
   Why not love and die 

If you say the truth you will die 
If you don't say the truth you will 
Die 
Why not say the truth and die 

If you talk you will die
If you don't talk you will still die 
Why not talk and die 

If pursue your vision you will die
If you follow you mission you will still die
But the good thing is you will never die with confusion

If I sing my songs of freedom I will die 
If I don't I will die
Why I don't sing and die

If I write I will die 
If I don't write I will still die 
So why I don't write and die 

Life is not how far 
But how well 

So in your disability 
Find the ability


Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

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Seated at the right hand of the father

Good
at hiding 
it
won't know to look at
handicap
disability
embarrassment, worse than bad breath

must have smacked my head against something
when I was playing good cop, bad cop
and I was the suspect
guilty of something 
no doubt

Taken 
downtown
for interrogation
on why 
we didn't finish everything on the plate

Taken 
downtown
to the experts
on why 
this sorta thing keeps happening 

Taken 
down 
to a low spot 
on the carpet
that better get clean Right Now mister

Taken down 
to the Department of Motor Vehicles 
where you flunk the eye test 
because you've got a 
permanent
detached 
something or other 
which explains a lot

Like why I left,
why I lean left
dress to the left
get left holding the bag
feel left out
but don't see left 
because father is always right  
father is right handed










Copyright © Patrick Boyle | Year Posted 2013

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Diverse

Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.


Copyright © Whitney Foley | Year Posted 2013

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Special Love


They are special 
With a love essential
They and only they are endowed 
With the amazing biology of giving birth 
And the natural ability to breast-feed to satisfaction 

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they are the world`s 
Mothers and grandmothers and sisters 
Who can care and love better than a mother?

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they have love that knows
No time, hardship, distance, disability or old age
Because a mother`s love is the epitome of perseverance 


Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2013

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DANCING WITH THE STARS

Sometimes I sit in wonder,
Thinking about
All the stories
I so fondly
Remember from Uncle
Walter; telling me
About his experiences during WWII, oh so many 
Years ago.

There were so many stories of considerable note but
Only the ones where he danced with many of

Those movie “starlets” at the
“Hollywood Canteen” still brings joy to my heart for him.
Each time he was there, many of those beautiful women

Sought his handsome and genteel 6’4” company on the dance floor.
Then out of the hundreds of G.I’s on the dance floor,
Ava Gardner ran up to him saying “Hello Walter, I saw you when you came in the door!”
Receiving a permanent war disability and never married, Walter made it to 2011.
Somehow, I want to believe Walter and Ava are now dancing on the stairway to heaven.


By John Trusty for the acrostic, “stairway to the stars” contest. 

This a true story about the second of many more times Walter danced with Ava Gardner at the “Hollywood Canteen.” Walter must have been one hell of a memorable dancer.



Copyright © John Trusty | Year Posted 2012

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My Disability

I was born with dyslexia,
And also A.D.D.
I’m not sure that you understand
What this demands of me.

You have formed your low opinion,
And judged me in your way.
Because I do not read your work,
You’ve nothing good to say.

The books I read are all on tape,
My bible’s on CD.
I rarely read the written word,
It’s difficult for me.

The words get jumbled in my mind,
So I must read again.
Sometimes I’ll read things many times,
Before I take it in.

You think I’m some pretentious jerk,
Who gets but doesn’t give.
You don’t see the adversity
With which I have to live.

I failed to graduate from school,
With all my high school chums.
My teachers never understood,
 They just thought I was dumb.

I didn’t understand the books,
Or homework they assigned.
So long before you ever judged,
My nature was defined.

This is the monkey on my back,
The cross I have to bear,
You think you have me figured out?
That’s just the devil’s snare!

You do not know the path I walk,
You don’t know ME at all!
Did God not warn that judgment’s price
Would cause your soul to fall?

Or do you think that you can sin
Because your heart believes?
That once you’re saved, you’re always saved,
For that belief deceives.

The woman that Lord Jesus found,
At adultery’s door,
Was told, as He forgave her sins,
To go and sin NO MORE.

He didn’t say, Now that you’re saved,
Salvation is assured.
For if you know what NOT to do,
You disregard His word!

If you think I’m the evil one,
Because I do not read,
Then you have been corrupted by
The devil’s prideful seed.

Your time is nearly up my friend,
The sickle will soon fall.
And it will not skip over those
Who THINK their sins are small.

I am a man afflicted by
A disability.
To think of me as something else,
Is YOUR iniquity.


Copyright © Mark Spencer | Year Posted 2011

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Boa

Like a boa constrictor
the intimations of mortality
remind me every day
not to take a backwards breath,
to keep my lungs filled
to the deepest point,
be open to the widest possibility,
replace each new disability
with a new ability,
and to rest, aware
that the damnable serpent
never does until
its eaten it's fill.


Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010

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Ability in Disability

Disabilities are within and without
In this truth, there is no doubt
This gives us all something to think about

Let us not gape at others and stare
Let us look at ourselves and study with care
We will find our own disabilities there

Let us spend time improving ourselves
Looking to God for our strength and our health
This ability will lead to eternal treasures of wealth













Copyright © Deborah Finneran | Year Posted 2007

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Handicapped

They don’t want to talk about it
so I learned not to talk about it
after all, why would they
want to hear it
want to discuss it
After all, they have daughters
After all, they have sons
and grandsons
and granddaughters 
of their own…

Like a phantom limb:
A leg ripped loose
or an arm
or a heart...
One knows
it is gone
yet it still aches
long after

Handicapped
On disability
One of THOSE
who has loved
loved and lost
a child…

They don’t want to talk about
so I learned not to talk about it…



Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015

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Disability Not Inability

She has overwhelmed me with her love
My love is not for legs
Not only her skin texture
The properly shaped head neither

Her thoughts can entrance
Those of a woman without disability
They say I am accursed
That loving her is abominable

Yet they admire the outward look only
And ignore her for her outward look
Like disables are barren and disrespect her inward beauty
They thought she would not conceive

And now they wonder
They ask me, “How did you make it?”
For our son is healthy and sound
Now they know, disability is not inability



Copyright © Sabbath De Yecouba | Year Posted 2016

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Depression

          Depression

       Why do I feel like this inside?
Why do I keep all my tears inside?
        Why can't I just fit in?
   To belong to a world,that will except me for whom I am within.
      Why is it so hard to say "I can"?
       Is it because my mind is always in la la land?
    I can't really help the things I do,
I'm mad at the world for what I'v been through.
  No one can seem to understand, that I am what I am!
    I know that I have plenty of disability,
that keeps me from being the person I want to be.
    It hold me back from the things I want out of life.
   I just can't seem to get things right.
    It's so hard for me to see my inner beauty,
when I feel like the world is out to get me!
    I don't want to feel so isolated within,
            I just can't let you in.
      Stop telling me that it's going to be ok.
    You don't know what goes on in my mind,
  and why It's keeps taking me back in time.
  Replaying all the things that happend in my life,
    like I'm a walking recorder device.
      I just can't grasp the real meaning of life.
 I just can't mange to make mine right!
 Why can't I just get over the pain?
To move on, and get away from the past that keeps holding me back.
  I want to feel loved, for who I am.
 That they loved me for me, and not what they want me to be!
I know who I am, I am what you see.
   I can' comperehend sometimes, I can't seem to take things in.
I'm mad at myself, because I'm lost within....
      This is what you call depression!


Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011

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A Terrific Teacher

I am the custodian of brighter future
and the vanguard of a viable venture.
I take seekers on an alluring adventure.
Nature has given me the grace to nurture...
I am a terrific teacher.

I am the silent star that sleeps not at night,
the sun that make beautiful days bright...
I give sweet glow to the moon at twilight...
Lightening up the world is my greatest delight.
I am a terrific teacher.

I am always expected to do the miraculous:
students expect me to be gentle and generous...
rash parents sometimes tell me the ridiculous
yet my pay check makes nobody feel jealous.
I am a terrific teacher.

I inspire greatness and ignite creativity...
my words and thoughts instill integrity.
I see distinct ability in every disability
and spark the fire of academic alacrity. 
I am a terrific teacher. 

I preen with passion on priceless pages
to mend the minds where rot rages.
With love and life as my core languages...
I spur the spirit of compassionate sages.
I am a terrific teacher.

Beyond the grades scored in examinations...
beyond the goals of United Nations;
I provide real answers to unasked questions
and give hope to unborn generations.
I am a terrific teacher.


Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2016

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Suicide Bomber

You are a monster, a devil, a curse
Where you go crowds disperse
Death and disability, you gift to society
Cities littered with corpses in variety

You blow your own body to shreds
Along with it you annihilate hundreds
You kill women, children, young and old
As a reward your family wins some gold

Heaven is promised as your share
You for hereafter your life spare
Your turning of streets and roads into blood’s pool
Is a heinous crime you lecherous fool

You nothing but God’s wrath earn
Your body and soul will in Hell burn
Persecuted, tormented, lashed and cursed
Your bleeding wounds left un- nursed

The blazing Hell that never chills
Its belly with likes of you fills
Angels accounting for the blood spilled
And the number of innocents you killed

Who but you is to blame?
Those on whose bidding you played the game
Will not be there to rescue you
From lashing of angels black and blue



Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2013