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Path of the Storm

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Words that sting, pelt like rain, 
slowly seep in.  I let them inside,
I don’t know why. I feel them,
deeply; let them saturate me 
till I’m soaked to the bone
with the insensitivity of others;
their demeaning words do affect me -
they break my heart.

Seldom do I struggle with the desire
to retaliate, eye for an eye, 
insult for insult, 
knowing there is nothing to be gained.
What would be accomplished
if I were to crush their spirit 
as they crush others?
Would I be able to look in the mirror
and feel good about what I’ve done? 
Would I be proud to say I have won this battle?

I could give in to the temptation 
of calling attention to the obvious;
take a highlighter pen to their words,
pencil-in the margins, my dismay -
put their impudence on display for all to see.
But I know it wouldn’t take the sting away, 
and hurting them would bring no comfort to me. 
	
So, I watch, quietly soaking it all in, 
as the winds continue to blow relentlessly, 
as the storms endlessly come and go. 
I watch, and it makes me mindful
of what I do not want to be;
the path I never want to follow. 






Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2016


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To Cut the Corner of Your Coat

(Giving voice to those who suffered and believe in poetic justice)
Should I cut the corner of your coat? Too many times you tried to squeeze my throat; you got perverse pleasure to see my page blank, thought I have overdrawn the polyglot’s bank. I saw your glee, you thought I went to flee, you did not understand, my spirit was in command. Without ascendancy you appointed yourself as judge, still I chose not to bear a grudge. Like David, my sins are uncovered, like him I never devoured Nathan; he was not sent by Satan. He was sent by Him, against Whom all have sinned. Yet you aimed to shame and then denied, thought you caught me by surprise and caused my demise. You have conveniently overlooked my word, I have confessed and made my peace with the Lord. Who sent you? You are not a messenger of peace, Your truth doesn’t set free but spreads strife and disease. You are not a prophet; are you the false king’s puppet? I saw Fate throw the dice, so now you are uncovered before my eyes; but like David, I too will kill hatred with love, he was content to cut the corner of Saul’s robe. An eye for an eye? It won’t make me smile to see you die, I will not honor vengeful games with my name. Now, I release myself from all the hurt you’ve caused and claim God’s gift; He who knows me more than most, denies you satisfaction to silence my thoughts. I am forgiven. Through His grace I forgive you seventy times seven, on your downfall you won’t see me gloat; I refuse to even cut the corner of your coat. From: 1 Samuel 24; 2 Samuel 12:1-13 and Matthew 5: 21-22 Inspired by Olive Eloisa's Theme: Not for contest Poem of the Day - 04 January, 2016


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2016


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Angel

Note: This is a sequel to the previous poem "Idiot" with the imagination of what if..................    


Angel


I have awoken from my nightmares
I have grown up from my screams
The years have been kind to me
Except the first few of terrorizing fear

I am a big girl now
Why I shall soon be fourteen
The boys chase me for that magical kiss
They have no idea how they all miss

For I have had only one love
He is the only one buried deep within my heart
It’s him I must have
And have him I will

The prison doors will open
He will walk right into my arms
My letters show him my pure devotion
He smiles knowing I am there, his potion

He was away for ten years
For family issues he doesn’t like to say
I will take care of you daddy
Each and every day

In the half way house, I fix his first dinner
A pill you see will make him somewhat dimmer
Off to slumber he falls
Soon he will wish hell was his first call

Awake now daddy?
How does it feel?
Tied up tight, must feel bloody good, right?
Don’t worry daddy, I am sure to bite

Now daddy used to have fingers
He even used to have toes
Now he has no manners
He throws up as I go

I toss his eyeball against the wall
Like marbles, such games are fun even when we tall
His other eye seems not to believe
His daughter in his footsteps weaves

So he misses a tooth or two
With no feet he needs no shoes
His legs are soaked in his bloody pain
Yet I must discipline him, at his own game

I am such an angel at my high school dance
The inside of me I don’t show, there is no chance
Let them see my angelic eyes
My daddy sees my pleasures has he cries

I read the bible when I was nine
Eye for an eye, now that’s so fine
The molester is being punished for his crime
I am may be fourteen, but I drink the punishers’ wine

My daddy hasn’t much breath in his lung
Why soon his story will be the last sung
He paid in full his debt to me
I made sure of that, the devil did see

The world is one happy merry go round
Think twice if you wish to screw 
This four year old child shall return it to you
For flesh and blood, I shall collect every pound

Bye bye daddy


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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YOUNG WICKED AND BLACK

I thought of one of my nephews before I wrote this, God bless him please

He's from a western land where the hustla's real,
And the thugs'll steal,
Brothers'll kill for the love o' bills,
Tryin' to get a mill[million],
Means much blood'll spill

So his forte's to scheme & die fo',
Gettin'that cream[money] & lie low,
Then hittin' up his rivals
An eye for an eye
and dealin' with street survival,

Makes him drift back to his childhood,
When it was much peace & all good,
But now he gets no sleep
He creeps deep in foul hoods,
Where bodies get chalked & the crowd stood,

In amazement,
Witnessin' homicide engravements on the pavements,
Too much of this misbehavement,

Has the communities decaying
and too many youngsters fall before their prime,
And the harsher the crime, steeper the prison time,

But he was born a product in a wicked jungle,
Bred to run amongst those who are far from humble,
And addicted to makin' they're funds grow,
And plus they're quick to stun those,

Who gets victimized by the hoods jurisdiction,
A whole slew of unsolved crimes
with very few convictions,
And justice is missin',
Because this lifestyle is opposite of fiction,

So he marches through ghetto life
with his hard hat & boots on,
Still focussed on gettin' his loot on,
While killers get their shoot on,
Many of them shoot wrong,
So innocent bystanders been dying for too long,
But he continues to move on,
As 1 of the Young, Wicked & Black


Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015


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THE OLD WEST

Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
 Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and 
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
 Arm of the law.
 Fate decides whom lives,
 And dies.
It makes no difference,
 Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
 Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
 Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
 Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead, 
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars, 
Amongst trail dust,
Remnants.
Behold the old west breath's,
 Again,
Between books binding,  
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,
 Expansion.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013


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War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him




Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007


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Measure for Measure

An eye for an eye
Soon the world was blind
A place full of misery 
Not one person was kind

People chose to get even
They believed in blow for blow
The bodies all stacked up
Corpses laid in a row

Forgiveness not heard of
Or the first going last
Antiquated ideas
Remnants of the past

Measure for measure
Cruel justice ruled the day
Each and every person
Had a debt to pay

The Bibles all burned
No saints could be found
The lovers of peace
All hidden underground 

They waited their time
Those on the surface died
The keys to the cities
From dead fingers pried

"Blessed are the peace keepers"
They inherited the Earth
The past not the future
We witness new birth


For Dr. Ram's Measure for Measure Contest




Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014


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Let it go

Your life seems shaded
A part of you seems faded
In reality, clutching the past too tightly
Will leave no strength to live in the present!

Let it go
Let him know
You will let it go!

If you are to fast on the past
It will cast a shadow
On your life eternally!
The quicker you let it go
The better it can be or else
Just like a terminal disease
It will spread to all areas of your life!

If this happens it will be too late and
You will experience a common fate that
Will be filled with so much hate!

‘An eye for an eye
Leaves everyone blind’
Life can be kind just
Look around and see what you have already!
Now learn to stay steady in unsteady times

Mark Frank

Copyright 2004


Copyright © Mark Frank | Year Posted 2018


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An Eye For An Eye

There once was a couple of cats Who fought in continuous spats. The result was a tie When each scratched out an eye - An old-Biblical tit for a tat! The cats awoke up bleeding and weak And half-seeing the havoc they’d wreaked They discarded their clothes, Their backsides to expose - A new-Biblical turning of cheek!


Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012


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NONVIOLENCE

No need for violence or aggression
A passive acceptance of oppression 
A powerful tool for social protest
To be peaceful and not violence many will resist
It presumes the intent of social change
Some believe not using belligerence is insane
Nonviolence is a synonym for pacifism
When you hear this word, you associate it with Civil Rights and racism
Nonviolence is not inaction it is the patience to win
You gain a lot of support, love, respect, and friends
See many people do not like change
So many have used diverse methods in their peaceful campaigns 
Dr. Martin Luther King seen peace and equality to all races in his dream
Mahatma Gandhi helped India win its independence through bigotry that was extreme
I think that we should inevitably re-shape the social order in a lack of prejudice form
If we constantly use peace, we can weather many of these racial motivated storms
To listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity
Not injustice, hate, and apathy
That is what makes me so angry
Remember what Jesus’ says, "love thine enemy”

"Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of 
spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him."
Martin Luther King

Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they 
are capable of being.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi


Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2009


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MOTHER EARTH

mother earth,
When would you stop feasting on our bodies
Stop your children and relatives
From killing our children and relations.
Our heart bleed thousand times in horror
At the lost of our brothers and sisters
But, there you are happy and joyful.

Your body fresh and beautiful
Our relations bodies made it so.
Is death your brother or nephew?
Is sickness your sister in law?
They all work hand in hand with you
Causing mayham to human kind.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust 
Soul to soul An eye for an eye
Life for life.
You give and take from us 
I understand, but spare us a little 
With  few minutes discussion 
With your brother, death
Perhaps we may cease to toll and mine on you
Or maybe we dance the atilogwu 
To appease your spirit for peace 
So that you eat no more.

feed once annually
twice biannually 
Each morning and night
We commit our people in tears to you 
When will you stop the unfinished festival beyond
May your speck of sunshine decrease.
Your people betrayed our emotions 
Torn apart by two feelings 
Yet we learn not from the past voice 
Dust to dust we all must go.


Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014


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Just A Note Eye For An Eye 8

Eye for an eye : There is no justice greater than love


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015


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Remember When

The fondest memory of a young boy’s drive,
   Are those things reminding us we are alive,
As when those physics of natural fortitude,
   Rise up to the occasion and start to protrude.

Seemingly the notion is quite  uncontrollable, 
  The mind that takes over is quite consolable,
`T was Love gave us the procreating  urge,
   Assumption is such, why should we not spurge?

As was this friend of mine who’s name was Berg, 
   With every young lady he saw, wanted to spurge,
He did saddled himself with three kids and a wife,
   Which is fine if mature ,but if not ruins one’s life.  

Another fond memory of a young boy alive,
   Is all those hot rod cars that he use to drive,
One of my dearest friends lost his life, where and when?
   High school graduation on Bayou creek bend.

A four in the floor and a fifth under the seat,
   Young boys feel like such a feat is quite neat,
Driving while drunk chancy rich price to pay,
   Same as being too young when one hit’s the hay!

This story has no glory,  though all parts are true,
   Parents seriously need to teach children good pursue,
Apple of God’s eye, tooth for tooth, an eye for an eye,
   We have not mercy,  when it is judgments we cry! 

For Contest: Fondest Memory
In Honor of: Frank Herrera


Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2010


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Spy vs Poet - pen trickery

Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks 

Disloyalty - The Perfidy - eye-witness – an errant scheme 
Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke! - I the spy got an eye full it seems. 

A lie – a guise – eyesore - obvious & obscene 
Lying to a liar, eye for an eye, i spy, seems fair to me 

Fairness? ashes to fire, eyes of the spy stare - choke with antipathy 
Agent, you should care less- i echoed your morals - you're the only psychopath for me. 

Black-ops - My heart stops – deplorable – still I see this secret path. – spying on destiny 
Special ops-special kind of special -no concern for collateral wrath, abandoned protocol, to spy on me 

An echo back - a laugh - I spy within your eyes at last - an encumbered immortality 
A new attack -a giggle- encumbered within portal as well, charged for weaponized poetry
A sign to act – a symbol – rumored derision – in the cradle of hell - rediscover – unutilized Creativity
So with no further hesitation, regards to this investigation, endless determination : speak your goals to me
I spy now confessor, my beautiful complication, I spied from the noblest intentions, I spied out of love and adoration, - entangled souls - a predetermined destiny without other goals I focused myopically 
This poet feared aggressor, set traps to lead to implication, no foresight for prevention. 

Could've avoided some damnation- spiralled out of control- nothings predetermined with me. 

I sensed it spy -I know you guy- but you're crafty to a fault. 
I know not why - or just in portal you lie-i take it with a grain of salt 

I followed some leads- confessed and made up false deeds- to lure you out somehow 
Your pen enslaved-up until bedave- how come I feel love for you now. 

Ultimate entrapment - not taking the rap for it, I will not turn myself in 
Your wire taps hint- level of ridiculous ****- same prison, different pen. 
You're a true romantic, through and through - have good intentions and i know it too, ineed you to see 
You're coming at me cape on back-understanding of situation you lack- black and white files don't show you meme 

These places-these faces-you so deserately seek to spare me from 
Were salvation, took me in no hesitation, I call them my home 

I am struggling now, confused some how, of who's right or who's wrong 
Red handed you said-portaless tape red- now, you state where i belong 


Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014


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A Few Nothings

To love someone,
Then, to suddenly hate
Dig own dungeons
Then why blame the fate?

When ‘pen is mightier, than the sword’
Then why do actions, speak louder than words?

Finding answers to unasked questions
Laughing at others
While we fail to understand our own perceptions

Why to ‘Forgive and Forget’
When something makes us cry and upset

‘Silence is Golden’, are words of the weak
When left unheard
Even the dumb shout at the peak

Why ‘better late than never’
Moment lost , can it be earned again ever?

Moments we try to forget
Engrave themselves in our mind

Small things we try to remember
Slip away like sands of time

‘Immortal’ time, away it flies
But every Bird, one day dies

To have all, yet to want more
Even the tides calm down & merge in ground
Once they hit the shore

Why ‘little learning is dangerous’
Was everyone born perfect & gracious?

‘An eye for an eye’ says the revengeful mind,
But then one day,
Won’t the whole world be blind?

Why am 'I' a no one?
Until I stand up
& prove ‘ME’ over someone

We fall again and again 
To be learned & wise
But with Bruises and the pain
Isn’t it tough to rise?

Past is said to be ‘gone’
Then why history repeats itself
Future is yet to ‘born’
Then why do we tense ourselves?

If we can do anything
Why can’t we conquer everything?
I guess you pondered over some things
Things you ignored as ‘A Few Nothings’!!!



Copyright © Priyum Bajaj | Year Posted 2015


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The Lay of The Best Man - Part 2

The Lay of The Best Man - Part Two


I will not understate my distaste, but I do not hate. I rate hate as being irate
Shall I underrate the spate of your hate as you devastate; leaving the ‘diva’ in a state?
You segregate, that’s active hate. I will not exterminate you,  rather, deactivate.
Given the way you operate, I will recalibrate, and recreate - without the hate.
Hate shall no more reverberate, instead let love reciprocate as you procreate
The late great man I delate; hate shall abate, come that great date of debate with fate.


Yes, I have seen the devastated diva in a state; heartbroken. …OMG, it’s hell.
From boy through to man, you inflict pain on the girl .…as you ‘kiss and tell’.
Be it emotional, be it physical, pain is still pain, you cantankerous dumbbell.
A burp is still a posh mouth-fart from belly swell - just as cankerous a smell.
Pretend to love; then ‘from hate to hurt’; you’ve charmed her with your spell
Your level of wickedness sure shocks my God - ‘Oh My Me’!!!….He’d yell.


Who will raise their hand in agreement that man is ‘lost in lust’?
How many shall concur that man’s law is just so unjust?
What will make you see that to bust a crime, proper retribution is a must?
Where is the jury? Are they not simply ‘pre-compost’ judging those that accost?
Do you believe that dust is the most useless thing on this Earth’s crust?
When then will you learn: we are nothing more than reconstituted dust!?!?


Understand man’s foolishness and disingenuousness 
Accuse him of childishness; watch him prove it, no less!
Criticise a character trait - just watch him rise to the bait
This thing called ‘pride’; his failing and his ultimate fate
Learn this lesson: Think that man ‘clever’, or think that man ‘thick’
He becomes a genius …when plotting a despicable ‘sick’.


Look at your husband, spouse or your life-mate, intended
Is he not simply your stalker - had you not consented?
Hand on heart. Yes, place hand on heart; deny his jealousy.
Deny his possessiveness ..and his accusations of ‘Floosie’
Many-a-woman has been stung into heart-wrenching realisation
You do not really know the man you call ‘spouse’? ....Take caution!!!


If you want to know the truth of your shortcomings, look in the mirror.
Alas, what you see is only part truth and there is a much greater horror
Because what you see is not what you see, but what you think you see
And what you think you see is what you want to see, better still, what you want to be.
You are a liar, a fraud and a hypocrite, in almost everything you do
Ask the blind man about you…he can actually see ‘you’ a whole lot better than you!


Oh yes. Hypocrisy!!! How you wallow in the murky mire that is ‘hypocrisy’
You criticise, ostracise then casually do the same - to shameful profligacy.
One law for you, one law for them. You can spit, they can’t. You’re averse
“After all, they swallow…don’t they? You say. That’s like spitting in reverse”
“I’ll mistreat the wife, but don’t you dare mistreat yours” …she’s my sister!”
“I’ll abuse and hurt her … get her a doctor; don’t you dare get a barrister”!


Yes most men can be loving, decent and kind
Most men can be honest - with a mild caring mind
Most men can be dependable, trusting and fair
Applying reason , meting out justice with admirable flair
Most men can be good, and that [really] is the truth
Sadly, it starts as a youth; Sadly, most are uncouth.


Look at the aggrieved victim retort ‘revenge is sweet’, as revenge is sought
He seeks life for a life, avenge, so deems his kangaroo court
Simple-minded moron celebrates his deed, a warped victory
Yet swift death is probably a blessing in a world of  vicious history.
Will you tell the celebrant he may have done the victim a favour, or shall I?
Because most caged killers would much rather die; like in ‘an eye for an eye’. 


Where is the discipline? You see; that is the flaw
Who is in charge? The Parents; the Teachers; or the Law?
Where is the punishment befitting a crime? …Doing real ‘time’.
Between justice and injustice  lies a laughable pantomime
Sadly, the Laws of Entropy relate to both motion and emotion.
Men always revert to type, a kind of reverse, perverse evolution.



Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015


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An eye for an eye

Who adores an ancient lore chore
And loves to see gore and wage war
Yet sore pouring pain?
This stems from an old brain
A story of man’s evil core


Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2009


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Is it an eye for an eye

Do you do things bad when somebody does bad things to you?
Do you give an eye for an eye?
At the moment, it seems like the logical thing to do
But for the long run, you don't want to do that
You don't want that evil thing that you do 
to get back to you
Oh yeah it will get back to you
It's like a rubber band
When you shoot when pulling
does it come back to you?
Oh yeah because we are like a circle
Anything we do will come back to us
Watch it
But does it mean you are always nice and easy?
No you can tell that to me
I am never nice and easy
Just kidding lol
But just do whatever you feel like it
Just don't do an eye for an eye
Isn't that what the Bible said?
Yeah but God also said 
Galatians 6:10 "so then, as we have opportunity,
let us do good to everyone..."
Ephesians 4:32 "be kind to one another, tenderhearted 
forgive one another, as God in Christ forgave you"
And "be angry and do not sin..." (Ephesians 4:26)
So you see it does not mean that you can't be angry
It does not mean that you don't want revenge
But check yourself
Are you better than that?
Do you stoop to that level?
No
So just do the good things
And everything turns out just fine
Did I tell you 
that I want to....?
Haha, not going to tell you


Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015


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PEACE IS THE ANSWER

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Violence is in your schools and communities that is the proof
Every tear can be a drop of nourishment 
Each one of us can help to create this critical mass peace embodiment
The absence of war or other hostilities
Evil is lurking that is a fact and reality
Freedom from quarrels and disagreement
Why must we hate and have so much resentment?
Everyone wants to live in a world with peace and free from strife
I know I want joy and love in my life
Pacifism is the opposition to war or violence
So let us keep aggression silence
Peace is shalom 
It still means the same in both verb and noun form
It is the optimum conditions for life to unfold
To the human race it is more precious than gold	
Peace is a source of energy 
It is love, affection and empathy 
It will create health and prosperity 
It is a bridge between love and spirituality 
We should cultivate the mind and bring sight to the blind
Peace in this world is hard to find
More than what any money is worth
I pray to God for peace on earth

"Peace is what happens when all peoples are free to develop themselves in the way they 
want, without having to fight for their rights.” 
—Bruno Picozzi


Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2009


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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013


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Non-violence

The mountains screamed to wake the sea, 
The trees stood to be silent, 
The sun came to give light, 
But the world is still violent.

The dove came, but was killed; 
In use of weapons, all are skilled, 
Rise of violence all around, 
As there is no one to utter a sound.

An eye for an eye makes the world blind, 
Are we all of the same kind? 
In the roof of peace, take a stand; 
Don't let blood mix with sand.

A new deal maybe useful, 
without making others the fool, 
Give a smile, take a smile
And the anger will go nile. 




Copyright © Vaishnavi Singh | Year Posted 2015


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Unquotable quotes II

   Unquotable quotes – II

Spare the rod and knife the wife.
Empty drums make the most deaf wise.
Penny wise Pound English.
The Polyester Stomper heals the vain woman’s heel.  
Eat what you can but can what doctors ban.
Let the water tap run but drain rain.
The woman, the dog and the chestnut tree, the more 
         you beat them the harder the bark.
Let sleeping dogs neigh.
It never rains but indoors.
Honesty is the best example of idiocy.
Two’s company, three’s a broad.
Make hay while the son wines.
There’s no smoke without liars.
Don’t count plots before they are hatched.
Preach not what you can enjoy in peace. 
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a truth.
Parting makes much sweet sour.
A round peg in a square soul.
Rule Brittania, Britannia rules the knaves.
Able was I as I saw(ed) Abel.
It’s a Rolling Stone that makes a fuss.
Those who tighten belts don’t wear sarongs.
The high and mighty always suck with the flighty.
What’s good for Peter is good for the Church.
The haiku is the silly bugger of the tanka.
The baker’s dozen helps keep the poor cousin.

         Cricketing jargon

The no ball is the cricket’s late call.
The boundary is the sixer’s mockery.
The wicket keeper bails batsmen out.
The googly makes batsmen squint through patchouli.
A leg bye makes the batsman somewhat shy.
The leg-before-wicket is when the batsman kicks-the-
          bucket.
The dropped-catch can be the slip’s last match.
The leg glance is a missed forward drive.
 

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016
 


Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016


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An Eye for an Eye for an Eye


there are some parts of your personality
you must never look at
or Aristotle's logic will pay you a visit
for a 15th century anatomy lesson
an eye for an eye a throat for a throat
gargoyle armies hovering overhead
tongue for tongue trumpeting victory
the oracle had him tossed out
for vigorously offensive behavior
his cult believed that sex withers the bones
madman Rasputins rerouted his mail
how could work ever be its own reward
so he went shopping
Aristotle was known to fly the jolly roger
above his fortress of wasteless logic
a case of geriatric illumination
following the high voltage enema
and you learn that by reading the context
you can see around corners
he collapsed in a feral excess of laughter
at the idea of dying perplexed
it was a code 9 ambulance ride 
straight to Happy Valley’s neuro dock 
and thousand dollar an hour shrinks
for libido boot heel therapy
thrown again upon the funeral pyre of love
with the Empress of all the Russias
don't speak she said
and drove her turgid tongue
down my gagging throat
so far it broke off
just make it significant she keened
so he wrote like he lived
diminishingly bold
aggressively non-committal 
engagingly witless
a composite character
with a cryptographic message for the
whirling dervishes and temple ballerinas
and big breasted truck stop girls
vacationing in Puerto Aorta
you take a cliché you massage it right
you got them eating out of your laundry bag
my Tourette script writers again 
saved by the scales of justice
less frequently than by
the invisible hand of Larry Moe & Curly
all you can say to truth is
I hope you ain't the whole truth
dragged kicking and screaming
from the age of blind obedience
Aristotle addressed the basilica
as a shaft of light shone down
oh God of desert miracles
make me your most holy instrument
the sweaty basilica throng 
expecting a thrash metal anthem
murmured their discontent
and walked out in stony silence
Aristotle was immediately defenestrated 
by the Bishop of all the Americas
having **** uncontrollably 
and aggressively upon the altar
while uttering the plague curse
from the Ninth House of Nineveh
a wanton unrepentant savagery
such as seen in certain Pekinese lap dogs
a masterful mix of indifference and cunning


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2016


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Fine Line

An eye for an eye,
Don’t anticipate,
Visions pass by,
Mark it as fate,
Underneath power,
Death can resist,
Within the next hour,
The makers assist,
Fine line read,
Scars tinted,
Crumbled like bread,
The particles hinted,
One day in,
More to come,
Kicked in the shin,
Up again; until it’s done,
Working for those,
Feeling weak,
Exotic flows,
Informing by leak,
Wordplay prescription,
Double box fled,
Mirror as reflection,
Pushing forward; ahead.


Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013


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Eye For An Eye

3/3/17


Do you believe in an eye for an eye?

Better use your mind
With determination and effort applied
It's in your best interest to try
Because time flies
Opportunities drawing nigh, just may pass you by
Involving wins, losses and ties

In the end what you happened to find
Could've led to suprise
And speculation towards opposing sides

Respect to animals and human kind
We all get caught in a bind
And occasionally need to unwind
While aiming to thrive
As we survive

Along for the ride
Worldwide
Pushing through the daily grind

We all take dives
So continue to rise
And climb
Ever so high
Above terrain waterlogged or bone dry

Day and night
Appreciate life

Before after and during quite the plight

Some just want to pry
And spy

Living one big lie
Does no good to deny
Regardless of if you think you're being sly

Remains covered up with lye
Instead of lime

From here to way beyond Shanghai

Animals, sattelites and spacecrafts fly among the sky

By: Dalton Ogletree


Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017