Best God Given Right Poems
A MAD (TAG!)
I am very upset right now.
I do hope many of you read my tag.
Do not care if you comment or not.
I may not answer a comment correctly.
Do I have to ask for forgiveness.
Every time I do not understand a poem.
I am no genius.
I do not care if I do not rhyme in this one .
Why are them ladies making me an enemy, what did I do.
Well I am done playing nice.
I am sorry I am not fully educated, but I tell you what.
You keep running people out.
So you can drink up all the soup.
From this point on I will comment only them who comment me .
I will block every one out, for being smarter than me.
I also will reply with a thank U only.
I can't believe them folks who I admire Talked about me.
I also want all you to know do not pretend to be my friend.
Every poet can have two points of view.
That is why it is called a comment.
You write it, I make it what I want it to be.
I am not Esther leaving ugly comments.
We are all armatures here like it or not.
Do not tell me I am a typo for not wanting high class words
I do not care, back stabbing ladies that is what I heard.
You and your poetry are not that perfect as well.
You can say I have no sense of poetry
You can call me a dead beat poet.
Hey! U can even (Shoot this poet.)
The one thing you can not take away from me
Is my God given right to say
"I AM A POET ! "
----I am not going to say sorry! For expressing my anger about the gossip-----
----I TAG YOU FRANK HERRERA ----- Hope you are not one of the above.
War is a time of great conflict
bringing so much misery and suffering
to a generation of people mistreated
on their knees in it's wake
prayers are calling to Heaven
Where the innocence of children
becomes tainted
no longer having a voice
little ones confused
scratching behind the ears
Silence there dwells
hate filled secrets buried
under the carpet of lies not revealed
from the unspoken truth
Invaders are tyrants
dressed in suits no doubt
employing soldiers
brutally abusing their powers
given unto them by the peoples vote
With no morals how does society stand a chance
They are blind unconscious
to their acts and deeds of mercy
Sitting on their high seats of office
Purely a stand up joke
with false handshakes claiming peace
Stealing is not a God given right
quoting justice seeks answers
We have all been deceived
Democracy of the poor struggling does not exist
I call for world peace
Address all issues
laid out on the table containing truth
The day for nit picking is over
End this shameful bloodshed and violence
because there is always two sides to every story
Victims of racism
no blacks
no dogs
our race came lower classed than animals
shame on your envy of our father's faith
Kept down for centuries
Sold as slaves of little worth
I am a writer of my times
Where everyone
should have a voice equal
not hiding in the cupboard
Love in God's light
has taught me morals
thou shalt not steal
or take what does not
belong to you pride
Hate with the demons
you dwell crying
over your own spoiled milk
Where was Europe
during this crisis time
when human rights
became violated on our soil
As a child to have a gun
pointed at your face
is down right cruelty in the act
twisting acceptance of arrogance
through the vision of my eyes
looking down a barrel at me
Even yet years later
they remain silent
why I ask myself
when the grass is cut
before your eyes
into addressing murder and child abuse
big issue to act on
in realities fact
the reaper of truth sheds light always
Waiting for the world to make sense again
I jump back and forth every now and then
Lush grass and blue sky, but I don’t know
(The world’s too somber for a smile to show)
There’s caution tape on the playground swing
Hard to make heads or tails of anything
In history’s quietest apocalypse
(The world shut it’s doors nary a protest)
And so I’m just sitting here
trying to tame the fear...
In spite of the calls to just wither away
(did you not hear the news today?
so much sorrow and grief,
why don’t you cry? are you not sad?)
As if I should be guilty for feeling glad
(the world has enough trouble,
they don’t need me to add)
Watching it all pass by lighter than a cirrus cloud
(Breathing in the sunshine while it’s still allowed)
I listen to the children laugh and play
Flashes of color to drown out the gray
I know none of it makes sense right now
But it’s all gonna be alright somehow
Just gotta hold on and remember what hope is for
Until the world make sense once more
There’s boys playing marbles
and girls picking April blooms
(Did no one stop to fill their hearts
with doom and gloom?)
Frisbee, tag and somersaults
In the afternoon
They can run and skip
Just like a toy balloon
(did no one tell them
It’s all gonna end real soon?)
There’s people dying on the TV screen!
(close my ears and claim it’s all a dream)
Until the world makes sense again
Toss all of your cares into the wind
You can scream the end is near until the cows come home
But I won’t give up my God given right to roam
The birds’ll sing and the sun’ll shine
Until all our sour grapes turn to wine
The world is drenched in unease
and yet here am I
Enjoying the warmth of a spring breeze
with every sigh
All the signs urging us
to rot away and wither
But all the dandelions in the world
beg to differ
Let the orioles sing their soothing songs
Let the cherry blossoms fill your thirsty lungs
All the countless ways to say seize the day.
To tell the truth...
...the world never made much sense anywaY
Burning so bright
With new found life
Released from his ball and chain
Out of the dark
And into the light
Flying… on wings of freedom again.
As he writes his life
His soul ignites
In flames of wisdom and sight
Brilliantly claiming
His God given right
As his truth kills the evil ‘Black Knight’.
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
The serpent's evil doctrine he'd tried to inflict
Tore peaceful communities assunder; causing conflict
The ghost soldiers would come in the dead of night
Taking on the evil serpent with firepower and might.
They would infiltrate the serpent's lair and be in disguise
And unleash hit and run tactics with the element of surprise
This enraged the serpent who put a price on their head
And he would pray to his god of evil; wishing them all dead.
It was in the Middle East that the serpent came to light
Waged a killing spree thinking it was his god given right
All the ghost soldiers' had to do was follow the trail of the dead
Then corner the evil serpent and cut off its head.
Offsprings of the serpent are now starting to nourish
But our civilised world must ensure they don't flourish
All nations must come together and stop this pure evil
And stop innocent people from suffering unnecessary upheaval.
Our world would live in fear but for the ghost soldier's sacrifice
But to rid the world from evil someone pays a heavy price
Some of these ghost soldiers paid with their lives
And would do it again to ensure; evil no longer thrives.
Written 24th February 2020.
Dedicated to the special forces of many nations who waged a behind the scenes war on ISIS in the Middle East.
Their covert missions' helped bring about the end of the self proclaimed caliphate and freed many people who were slaves' to ISIS.
The caliphate is no more but the behind the scenes war continues to this day.
Speak, and be heard, let those feelings be set free,
our God given right, I once heard, freedom for you, and me.
Look at the picture, some paint covered in clouds,
isn't it our right, to speak out loud?
History in high school, was taught with pride,
now all those Americans we studied about, have long died.
With them went hope, and a chance of equality,
these are the things they fought for, not selfish greed.
The Pledge of Allegiance we said everyday,
and everyone stood, as the words were said.
The Constitution was studied, and reports were made,
in front of the class the next day, we would stand up, and say.
All our freedoms that were given to us,
now narrowing down, "help," who do we trust.
A prayer was given, with our heads humbly bowed,
using our freedom of speech, we thanked God out loud.
Everything has changed, now we worry about safety in schools,
shootings, perverts, and God was evicted, now Satan rules.
The trees are too busy
losing leaves
or withdrawing deeper
into their winter selves
to notice me.
Clouds pass overhead
oblivious to my presence,
the wind detours around me
and carries on its way
as if I'm not there.
I mean nothing at all
to the river much less
the ocean. Butterflies
and birds ignore me
or keep their distance.
I'm treated as only a part
of an earthly whole.
That won't do.
Little do they know
they are paying a price
for their indifference
and reluctance to bend.
I am asserting
my god given right
of dominion
by slowly
killing them.
Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed
The road warrior's born to be free mentality,
A legacy's name embossed in history, behold
The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle.
Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the
Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon
The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven,
And is driven to live.
Emerging from brimstone's smoke, and hails
Lightning flash, a two wheeled vehicle of deliverance,
Cuts the wild heart in half, releasing mankind's
Inner beast setting it free, unto the open roads
Badlands, of ultimate abandonment to freedom's row.
The rebel unforgiven,thus follows the lost by ways
Seeking liberation’s untamed spiritual knowledge.
Held firmly beneath the wings of the American eagle, and
Draped within the standard most sacred
Under the red, white, and blue flag, of the U.S.A.
A living entity, releasing society's inhibitions,
At the sound of it's mighty roar, a freed lone wolf,
Racing against the winds of the restless spirit.
The leather jacket's brotherhood, symbolizing
A grand belief in the declaration of independence,
That all men are created equal, and shall have the
God given right, to seek true freedom's liberty at will.
These are the modern cowboy desperado's,
Riding upon dual engines of power,
Time bandits whom trust in God and country alone.
A stampers anvil strikes in thunders rage,
Melting quick silver, speeds downwards
Into a symbolic mold, leaving behind tradition's
Birthmark, and the Harley Davidson symbol
Is born.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
In the tinder box of humanity vs. creationism, the
Patterson film is a spark igniting the flame of
Controversy, singeing the ends of these too
Fragile beliefs, pitting them against each other.
Anomaly belong, in the twisted trail of DNA,
Is she a Hominid unknown or a cryptid fake?
In the vast body of evidence, do we truly
Have to kill just to prove that something exists,
Life is mystery, beauties accent quality, and
Freedom is a God given right, not to be taken
Away lightly, with a single bullets flashing’s strike.
Look within the eyes of the beast, to her kind
We are the true animals, invading her kindred’s
Environments.
In the forest wilds here the screaming cries of the
Missing extinct, raging at their iron bars of the
Forgotten species, as the last one falls, do we
Not hear their bodies hitting the floor of existence.
Are we not the intelligent ape, whom climbed down
From the trees, and walked upon two legs of knowledge,
Nay do I ponder these questions?
In the linkages of legacies frame work, a divine welder
And craftsman decides the lines of survival not mankind.
A harsh fact in realism, tomorrow we may become the earthen dust
Blowing in the winds of destiny, joining the dinosaurs of yesterday.
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
.In the forest thicket, the hunters stalk the forests unknown,
And there huddled together are the cryptic, hugging
Their young tenderly ever closer to the bare bosom, hushing them
To remain silent, for mankind draws ever nearer.
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
Supine, I float, and watch my ethereal phosphenes fly,
Till epiphany alights and I feverishly spring to write.
Mellifluous the ring of ink, as the paper I glorify,
Eloquent with ease, till the sharp break of Aurora’s light.
The ephemerality of my life seems with my heart to brawl,
Under shadow, ponder I, if unturned I leave life’s stone.
Yet Nyx’s reign inveigles me like sonorous siren call,
And so I sit, to on paper bleed, on my solemn wooden throne.
To live and write in lonely dark is my god-given right,
I’d rather live to shine in shadow than disappear in light.
Cling to the last fragments of your credence
Forgetting all mistakes and faults
Forgiving the critics of their impotence
and slandering those the world exalts
They can lock an animal in a cage
Depriving it of its God-given right
However can never take away its rage
So they instead put it in a vexatious plight
Despite this all and control of a tyrant
Driven by a claim of purity
A claim of which he needs to recant
I would have pity for one with such calamity
But for those who hope wrongdoing on another
And receive from it some sick sense of pleasure
I wish for you a long life and pain in which you smother
For they are great and to them you are of no measure
As comforting the song of an angel calming the rage of the caged animal and setting it free
That same angel's song heals the enraged caged animal's wounds inside of me.
The Europeans colonized
middle earth and Africa
as their God given right
America built on the labour
of African slaves
Indigenous killed
murdered, and slaughtered
then laughed at
some of you still live in this world
others though, through the eyes of history
have admitted
if not confessed, the evil deeds
now you see children burned alive
in hospital tents, on purpose
and for that
they are your new enemy
QUAIL ARMY SONG
I don’t know but I’ve been told
No quail born ever gets old
It’s plain that we gotta fight
For each and ev’ry God-given right
To be quails and not hors d’oeuvres
It’s simply what we all deserve
We want quail houses with double glazing
Is that so very amazing?
And quail babies and quail mortgages;
And not to end up as quail sausages;
To pick up our old-age quail pension,
And not even have to mention
Ignominiously turning up
In a French mustard dip,
Like uncle Bert who met an early death
As pate on a singing soldier’s breath :
“47 Chevy and a tankful of gas,*
Quail liver pate kinds tastes like grass”.
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*Plagiarised from HEARTBREAK RIDGE movie
(From my collection of Bird Poetry and Other Pretensious Crap"
"Not allowing yourself to be who you were always meant to be
is the grossest miscarriage of justice."
--by poet
You have a God-given right to be you
Live your truth fully each day
Let no one bully you.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 24, 2022
Syllables 10-7-6 checked by HMS and PS
For “Form K – Kimo” poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France