Best Equated Poems
Yer briny whore
akin to boar
wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked
chomped 'n chewed
me black 'n blue
wit' carnassial chompers as of croc
Be curs'd, yer nit
me ample bits
equated ter yer own be nowt
yerz be carnivorous
scaly 'n scabrous
yer plaque be axed ter beef up grout
Uncomely wench
yer skunky stench
blunted me hook 'n scorched me beard
me peepers stung
me hornpipe hung
shorn ter th' bone 'n shrivelled 'n seared
Comely 'n curvy
riddled wit' scurvy
th' cap'n's whore-maid tooken yer whole
yer rat o' th' sea
holed and *****
yer fired yer cannon in a rottin' port'ole
Blow me down, lover!! I love it when we talk dirty.
(Hahahaha. I see the Soup powers-that-be deleted my word. I swear it's not used as a swearword. The word rhymes with "hussy". lol)
Things We Think
He said, “Every man is busy earning money.”
She said, “Is there anything more important than love?”
He said, “Is there anything more important than sex?”
She said, “I think we all just fear death.”
He said, “It’s like the Cats in the Cradle we just need more time.”
She said, “I think we really need more space.”
He moved out to a place with more space.
She soon did not have enough money.
She had to leave behind the house and love.
Once they vowed nothing would do them part not even death.
She never learned the aborted child’s sex.
Biologically he still had more time.
He was ambitious, indoctrinated into the ascent of money.
She worked her fingers to the bone, until her death.
He afforded local expensive sex.
She began to view local nature as expansive space.
He did not connect space and time.
She knew what connected it all was love.
In time he found a new love.
In love, she found time.
He equated good passion with good sex.
She found the emerald walls of nature the best space.
He loved the crisp or dirty, rumpled, green of money.
Homeless— she was reprimanded in the rain “You’ll catch your death!”
it's been said,
The root of all evil is money.
Money can’t buy you love.
Nothing is certain but taxes and death.
I don’t know the question, but the answer is sex.
I need my space.
All we have is time.
I’ve learned to give love and learned that is love.
I’ve learned one’s time is worth more than one’s money.
I’ve learned a small space in nature explains all infinite space.
I’ve learned that gender should not be judged by one’s sex.
I’ve learned that empathy slows time.
I’ve learned from the leaves of grass there is no death.
He is more than his money and she is more than her sex.
In death we find love.
In space there exists time.
Jesus sparkles as a jewel in my cloud ridden sky
I can sense his presence from sunrise to sunset.
His love as celestial mist, descends down from high.
When I place my trust in him, all my needs are met.
He makes me happy and fills my heart with gladness
I believe, he stays above my head, shedding benediction.
Saves me from every peril, never letting me slip into sadness
Every day I wish to grow deeper and deeper in that conviction.
He patiently listens to all my ardent pleas for help.
His words of wisdom serve as beacon in my path
I feel, he walks with me, always guiding my every step.
He is the talisman that saves me from enemy’s wrath.
In all trials and tribulations that each day I face,
God pulls me through, right on time, as from a slushy marsh.
He bestows on me his boundless love and grace.
Through his death, from all sins, our souls are awash.
Jesus! You glowing jewel, I wish to sing of your glory.
We see you as the greatest gift sent down from above.
No other name can be equated with yours in History.
As a true Shepherd, your flocks, you do care and love.
In my life, I would love to place you as the nexus.
To your reins, I give my life’s complete control.
Let my soul sing of the umpteen glories of Jesus,
For he is the radiant jewel that sparkles my soul.
Social Change
There will be no social change without justice,
For that part, justice must see an equal hand.
A hand that'll justify an equated part,
Of a balance decision for both they an us.
Change begins with a balance thought,
From decisions of illustrated trust.
With the denial of another's want,
And the shame of seeing what's been taught
Social changes are the values of love,
For they characterize the need to see,
The other side or the opinions above,
Because free-will was given by God thereof.
Change see's through the eyes of hate,
When each other learns to relate,
And not turning feelings of bitterness and fault,
And seeing beyond the colors of fate...
Self knowledge equated to the encyclopedia
and perceived facts, products of personal reasoning
the efficacy of thoughts should not be questioned
and assumptions simply made real and absolute
Typical of such a thought stamps on convictions that
the banana and plantain are the same
a superior race surely exist
leg size has a great correlation with the male’s genital
the measure of one’s success is solely factored
in his accumulation of wealth
and money is the root of all evil.
This mindset can walk on hot coal just to prove these points
Columbus was the first European to visit the Americas
bulls are colour blind and bats are completely blind
women are subordinates to men
and a pure heart is one which covers its body from head to toe
This mind can even tear its clothes to rags
in displeasure to your opposition to issues such as
Sydney is Australia’s capital
the earth’s evolution is the cause of day and night
Africa is a country and its inhabitants exchange
morning greetings with the Lion and the Chimpanzee
and Neil Armstrong is the first human to journey into out space
Despite carrying the internet even to the dreams
and having global captions mixed with daily breath
assumptions such as these are nurtured
religiously, with rigidity and military acceptance
the biggest illiterate of the 21st century is one
who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn
so said Alvin Toffler, the Australian Educationist.
Oh sorry! The American futurist
Why are children beaten and maimed?
Why are Black men imprisoned when framed?
Why do the poor live each day with a sigh?
Why are we born, grow old and just die?
Why do we backstab, betray a true friend
Why does the rain from Heaven descend?
Many people are wealthy, then Why is there lack?
Why is everything evil equated with Black?
We say kids are our future/a glory divine
Then Why Conyers Georgia and Why Columbine?
Between the young and the old, a generational gap
Why do we scorn and misunderstand Rap?
We have love for The Lord, and frown on abortion
Why does corporate America engage in extortion?
Once Prayers guided schools, but now it seems it's too late
Why the separation between the Church and the State?
Divided we fall, and united we stand
Then, Why does Great Africa exist by a strand?
"The Land Of The Free", in our lore it's been told
Yet, now there's few rainbows and even less pots of gold
All the signs are before us, still our vision stays blurred
Why believe a False Prophet instead of God's Word?
The Anti Christ/Beast/and Babylon's Whore
Why Osama Bin Laden and rumors of war?
I'm groping in darkness for answers with no concrete reply
So, I'll continue my sojourn...with the question of....Why?
Why? 2002
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
Dimed hope and shaded minds coloured by the blood washed from the street
Corners where our children carelessly play.
Broken bones and shattered dreams no sunny days in this part of the border.
Echoes of uhuru shake the ground but we dare not whisper ubuntu here, for
We are not terrorists but victims and inhabitants of where terror is.
Gun fires are but common songs we all haste to dance to, with our souls moving
To each shot…..we never fail to miss a beat.
We know too well what it means to say Ou baas and call another man “master”
Whilst enslaving our beings for his amusement our minds remain free, barely.
Each day’s hope died with the one before the struggle for our liberation lies
Entirely in our mental emancipation. Here we are standing upon the ground our
Ancestors were robbed of and all we can think of is the size of our wallets.
I remember a time when we chanted uhuru with the Congolese and we were one
As Africans. Now here they stand staring at our border fence that clouds their minds,
And shatters their hearts till all they can do is question the, genuineness of our past.
I remember when strangers were my brother and we found comfort in our unity.
Now nepotism is a language we know too well who is he, he is clearly not pedi, go
Your way pedi’s only here.
BEE, black equality equated to selective oppression so we are forced to question are
We really free? Our forefathers chucked spears and our fathers clinged tenaciously to
Those rifles yet here we are and all I am to you is a door man, where is my democracy?
I still sing our freedom songs hoping you might remember what we were truly fought for.
And even as we are fading away like the true essence of our history I long for my child
To know in depth what we stand for as a country and my role in the building of a great nation.
Chaos comes, Chaos goes
The story of us in a phrase,
I hate you, I love you,
The story of us in a maze,
Trapped inside stubbornness
Lost within pages of time,
To love too young, to love too long
Seems to be equated with crime,
The punishment is the present,
Condemned to being strangers,
Yet the greatest mistake is mine
Reacting to your choices with anger,
Words were placed on record
Too harsh to be forgiven,
Liquid numbness and a broken heart
Made statements about your decision,
Yet the diction was mine, mine alone
A truth too puerile to hide,
All of this time, all that we were,
Is why it hurt you immensely inside,
An only love, a disappointed friend,
Feelings changed by my hand,
Our future was still unwritten
Is what my hindsight now understands,
Too late to rewrite the truth
Too late to try making amends,
A harrowing climax to a love story
Yet the writer, is responsible for the end,
To the one who was pushed away
I owe two words which I despise,
Yet I say for the first time ,with meaning,
I apologize...
He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told.
Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, starting at an early age he worked menial jobs until he married and asserted himself to a position on a cargo ship as a Merchant Seaman. So I've been told.
He traveled the world and had many long tales to share. Tales when spread made him a hero of many causes, and these inflated tales rein the peninsula and many compared him with John Henry and Jack Johnson. So I've been told.
He was a tall sepia man with a handsome face that was divinely chiseled to the image of Hermes. So I've been told.
He was a courageous bull that suffered his demise at the hands of his enemy. So I've been told.
He was a vigorous bear with broad shoulders that expanded forever like the Baeke plateau and was a comforting pillow for my weary head.
His legs when stretched out from a sitting position was a nuisance, a tripping device for a young child whose vision was aimed high when walking by.
He smelled of stale tobacco and Old Spice.
His tatami cheeks pricked fingers to the touch with delightful pain.
His long fingers with soil underneath its horny protective covering could move swiftly over finger plates of a saxophone or skillfully up and down the fretted neck of a guitar if he, so willed. Yet he titillated my ribs, under my arms and the soles of my feet.
His voice vociferated like thunder at his adversaries and changed to an astonishing softer degree when he called my name. This I know and so you are now being told.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
Snake has been created to deter,
A symbol of power, sex and fear,
Equated with Satan Lucifer and demons in rear,
History where, millions of species,
To speak about listen and hear,
They are Pythons longer enough to devour,
An entire human and swallow him and more,
Anacondas that make your body shiver,
And plenty of fairy and fact stories and lore,
To inform your kind and enrich your folklore,
Adders, vipers and spitting cobras,
That all leave you awake,
Able to cause you death and blindness fainting and ache,
The secret of creation which the Lord could make,
And other species that camouflage themselves and fake,
You in deep jungles, rivers and forests and the alike!
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A lie slowly becomes' Mercy
As the truth suddenly becomes'
Crystal clear,
However,
There comes' a time where
Life has equated itself with Death
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And yet,
The implications' so unclear
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And then death has made off
With it's own consumption
Of Will
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As it breaches' it's own
Confidence inundate....
And has blended it's own
Way threw...
As We seek the resound
Sound know as the "Registrar"
He make's Legions' of me and you
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When we do appear before him
Fore He is far beyond man
So repetitiously clear
He makes' short work of perdition
In the deliverance of all man
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And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will
It is the "Just" among man
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Then in a chasm like appurtenance
It becomes Evil Incorporate
Evil on demand
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He then reveals' himself
-For-
He is but a creation threw time
He brings superstition
He play's with the mind
And this He has been doing
Since the beginning
Of time
GF
The morbid law of the rigid
It is a principle for the principal
A belief that holds the total
The standard not for the normal
Above reproach, beyond nominal
A law for the feeble and mortal
A rule of tyranny and inflexibility
Found in a principality
Observed as a quality
Anything besides is nullity
Transgress, face penalty
Regress, become nonentity
Redress, labeled mediocrity
Resolute, named superiority
Meek, called inferiority
Compromise, cast as frailty
Opinions equated to profanity
Fairness shunned as evil and vanity
Rationale is called disdain
Don’t drift, remain
Don’t shift, sustain
Don’t twist, maintain
Don’t lift, retain
That’s the law for the deprived
The morbid law of the rigid
Dozing off behind the wheel
Sleep-deprived decapitated
Dillaudid consequences
Incarcerate
Betrayed confidences
Incriminated
Responsibility blotted
Dead friends
Incinerated
In reality
They rotted
Alive.
Years prior to demise.
Burnt bridges. Dead ends.
A hell we created
Causality to impend
Insanity
A cyclic continuance
Doomed to repeat
Again and again.
Just more tragedy
Easily equated
Karmic
Punishment I deign
Education in pain.
Deliverance in suffering
Salvation
My moral
Bearing reign.
Controlled by one nation
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain
acid rain
Acrid – floral
Bought and sold
Artistic creation
Liquid – Forced oral
Ingestion
VIA TELEVISION
Visual vomit – soylent seduction
Initiate
Indoctrinate
inducted
Programmable People.
Hypnotic STATE.
Spell-bound
Too Late.
Heavens smiled upon my being
at the tender age of ten and four years,
For the elation her beauty projected
through my blind eyes reborn sight,
Thus by such a miracle the eyes of mine
decreed that she and she alone was beauty,
For within her smile, upon her lips, and
more so within her soul, she declared me,
and me alone to hence forth be invited to
dwell in her heart by the name of Romeo,
Our affair, though innocent, became fueled
with the intense desire of a hell flame, yet,
was equated with the youth and innocence of
a rosebud, and as a rosebud, bloomed to display
the enchantingly enticing emotion of love,
Creating scenes of romance that neither Shakespeare
nor any other poet could express with diction,
Thus, as I write of reminiscence, with words
that woo my will of wonder, despite the beauty
within such words, I degrade by virtue of degrading,
the true scenes of romance born between
myself and my love within those moments
Thus the scene remained as such, until that day,
That wretched, unbearably cruel day of reality,
in which my Juliet was forced to depart from
the shelter of my affection, by the will of the parents
that created her for me, moved to a new life, a better life,
for new work and more gold, miles and miles and miles
away from the comfort of a love perfect by definition,
Bidding farewell broke my spirits, my heart, but never
my emotion and affection for my fair Juliet, thus I declared,
forever and forever and forever again I shall remain her Romeo,