Best In The Minority Poems
Racial Discrimination
Racial discrimination
Comes directly from Satan;
Finds lack of love its basis
For the evil one, a mighty baton.
To love our brothers and sisters
Is requested of us,
Regardless of our color,
We all belong to Jesus.
As I see a scene in heaven,
I am quite amazed,
White folk are in the minority—
Any sense of superiority completely erased.
On earth it is so different,
Where whites are given preference;
Think themselves superior—
To God, an act of ignorance.
As I look around me further
And speak to many there,
I find few with higher education;
And for wealth they didn’t care.
It was not a crown they’d hope for,
Or a place of honor or distinction.
They just wanted to see Jesus;
His love, their natural demonstration.
Racial Discrimination
Is purely based on pride.
But God sees all as equal;
Salvation to none denied.
Pride is the sin
That kept many out of heaven;
It was not their color or education,
Once falsely considered a privilege given.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
It’s like this you see
9 0ut of 10 cat owners
like a little kitty (apparently I'm not allowed to use p y - how droll)
4out of 5 dog owners
like a bit of ruff
but only 4 out of 8 horse riders
like to mount a filly
50% of everything is only
half of what’s available
and 100% of most things is
far too much to handle
remember though with just 1 other
you can’t be in the minority
Q.E.D.
How frustrating that single words are censored. Not words like kill, maim, stab,
torture, abuse, death, hate though. Once again, violence triumphs over mild
innuendo
We are but dreams in the night. Shadows on the land, whose time on earth is only truly measured by God and loved ones alone. we flit through life in an instant, wanting, yearning to make a difference, in a rapidly declining world, with a profound thought, a good intention, a remarkable deedor some worldly wise insight understood by a worldly kinship...those that think as you do. All the time wondering if you are in the minority or the majority. Your only weapon to change that which so desperately requires change, is the impotency of words in a world where the wonder of education has been sorrowfully tainted by the 'educated', through elitism. We must let the children ask the questions, don't stifle the cries of babes. Time has come for a worldwide education, not pockets of religious bigotry. God is not on all our sides..we should therefore be on Gods side. We should all strive to be Godlike inside, for a religion which insists that a war is fought in its name...is not religious nor righteous at all. Ain't this the time for change.....we've been getting it wrong for thousands of years...
Oh Younger Self!
Don’t be behind at saying what you want,
Just because you never did have the font,
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify,
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.
Believe only in the people you trust and obey,
Don’t quantify because you’re in the minority,
Remember what you’ve got, media and friends,
Treasure your relationships to make your own ends.
Just be short-sighted, only aware of the now,
Don’t aspire to be godly or sickeningly high-brow,
Crimp what you like but is wrong multitudinary,
And don’t equate true morality with the binary.
Exclude yourself to discuss your mind and trueness,
Freshness is in people who flow with goodness,
Be rejected, make do and accept low facilities,
Happiness is in your real desires and proclivities.
Just as I finally fully fathomed,
That the exception does indeed prove the rule.
They went and changed the rule,
And now the exception is no longer the exception.
Now instead of being the exception, I take exception.
When the majority is the minority,
And the minority rules the majority,
The new rule makes majority rule, the exception,
That proves the new rule and makes me take exception.
Which is something I find hard to Fathom.
I hope that I can have it fathomed,
Before the new rule,
Becomes an old rule,
And the exception that was an exception,
Is no longer an exception,
Making the rule beyond my ability to Fathom.
In the meantime
If you can find the time,
And your memory does not let you down,
I suggest you tone it down,
And avoid joining the majority,
As to become part of the minority,
Seems to be the only way to not become the exception to the rule,
So, you can stand in the minority and you too can rule,
While I go away and do some more fathoming.
Tim Smith is an ordinary sounding name
But the Tim Smith I know is anything but ordinary
For a male to express love the way he does
In everything he writes
Is unique and truly a kind hearted soul
Most males usually have difficulty
Expressing their innermost feelings
At the risk of seeming unmanly
Tim has no such difficulty
He is difinitely in the minority in this day and age
And I truly admire him for this
To me, Tim is a real man
Full of confidence and comfortable in his own skin
Tim Smith... I salute you!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Just wish I die
I know you can hear my heart cry
Even if it doesn’t matter to you the length at which I sigh
But why?
You told me I was your groom, yet you took me like your broom
You told me I was your honey and made me spend all my money
I took away my pride just to make you my bride
I almost lost my life trying to make you my wife
I pampered you, yet you had me in your pampers
I decided not to let your dreams slip-off, yet you took me like your slippers
I bought you many phones just to make sure you never lose your tones
I even forsook the scriptures, believing that in you I could find the true picture of my future
I disobeyed my mother just to make you my first choice
I made you number one my merit list, yet you had me last on your supplementary list
I wrote your name with a golden pen in the widest tablet of my heart
And made you my priority, yet you had me in the minority
Like major networks, I made you glow with pride and rule your world everywhere you go, and now you are talking
Why do you disappoint my feelings and get me kneeling
You make my heart skip per second billing with no filling
My heart is failing me…
My kidneys are losing their bonds in covalence
My members are in search of a new beginning
For darkness has eaten up the silent chord of a gentle soul
If only I listened
If only I read the sign
If only I knew the season and time
If only I searched the scriptures
If only I saw the future
If only I could have another chance to make it better
But only if I waited…
Please don’t give me your pity
Because I don’t need it
Don’t show me how you’re saddened by me
My own is enough for two lifetimes
As for guidance, only when called upon
Although I must admit
That a handful of acceptance would be nice
You don’t require my permission
To be able to say how you feel
So remember this one thing
I never asked to be who I am
Or even to feel what I feel
For that matter, neither did you
You can’t possibly imagine what it’s like
To fight for something that was handed to you
But I have to earn
You might think you’re in the minority
But you’re oh so wrong
The ones ridiculed for being different
Fearing to air bottled sentiments
Living, but not owning thoughts of it
Not looking to convert or be converted
They’re on the road less traveled
I urge you to let them be
Just as they do you
By doing so, you’ll set them free
Chinese people everywhere
Are cheering for the Knicks.
They’re rooting for their favorite fan,
Who’s managed to transfix.
Of course, they want their team to score
But whether lose or win,
They’ll get the thrills they need
By chanting for their own J. Lin.
For Jeremy, a Harvard man,
Is living, breathing proof
A brainy Asian athlete
Isn’t anything to spoof.
I get the Chinese mindset
And I understand their pride;
Since folks like them in sports are few,
Their joy is justified.
It feels familiar, ‘cause I knew
That feeling, oh so rich,
When years ago, I got to see
A fellow landsman pitch.
His name was Sandy Koufax,
His religion one I share;
And every Jewish baseball fan
Of that was well aware.
When you’re in the minority,
It really feels so good
To celebrate a star who comes
From your part of the ‘hood.
People are money obsessed,
To the point that if your not rich you lack success,
Looking down on someone who has different priorities,
And making them feel like they're in the minority,
When did the measure of success come from the size of your bank account,
Instead of the measure of the person you amount?,
Society has deemed that people can live on minimum wage,
Even though it below the poverty line and makes them feel they're stuck in a cage,
Why should they care if people struggle to survive,
As long as they have a big house and fancy cars to drive,
It's time for the system to change,
And an increase in the minimum wage range.
It seems I'm in the minority here
When it comes to what I do to pass the time
It's not all that popular anymore
To express oneself with line after line
Words carry very little weight
When pictures do the thinking for you
Imagination is a bore
When compared to what technology can do
I practice an art long forgotten
Before all that came to be
I just can't help but take in everything;
The sun, the birds, the sea
It just isn't all that interesting, what's called
"Awesome" in the modern sense
I try to be bold and say what's on my mind
And that's when feelings get tense
It's considered by most to be dull and drab
Without music to tag along
They say "what's the point of these words
If not for some catchy song?".
It seems to me no one much cares for this dying art
They say that was then and this is now - why do you still play the part?
They says its old-fashioned, outdated and archaic
But I don't wish to be just one thing, but a beautiful mosaic
A thousand jagged shards that don't mean much on their own
But somehow work together to form the greater whole
I don't ever wanna pretend
But be myself one hundred percent
From the start, to the middle, to the end
I want you to know exactly what I meant
I believe there's always something more you can say, nothing's so cut and dry
I believe when I take that leap of faith I wont drop like a stone
But spread these dusty wings and fly high
The truth is it matters very little what you're into
The key is relentless passion and tremendous drive
And if you don't have that key we can't stop right here
Just what in the world is it that makes you feel alive?
Your Concerned Friend
Wants to know...
In our close circle of friends and family
I've been known as old Poppa Jack
Really like it, I can feel all the love
What I give comes bouncing right back
Always been known to love the whole world
Enemies? Not a single darn soul
Some people I like a bit more than others
They're in the minority on the whole
There's nobody I'd really classify as someone
I wouldn't spend time with, by crikey
Or give pretty ladies a sweet tender hug
That person's never entered my psyche
So here's this old guy baring his soul
For the world to see and to know
My inner workings are still working fine
The secret? Just let it all flow
Here's old Poppa Jack signing off for now
With a dirty big smackeroonie
For all my multitude of friends and family
Whose love is so precious to me
© Jack Ellison 2013
The question
I have always been comfortable in my skin
Knowing who I am being all in
As a male who is attracted to females
But not meaning relationships have never failed
When I think about other ones
Who don’t have clarity from when life has begun
How they wonder at their place in the world
And decisions that are made and positions held
These people are in the minority I am told
Although some stand out quite bold
The world makes judgements on us all
And we live with this in its final calls
So gender is one of these decisions made
Whether we like it or not it won’t fade
But what you call yourself should not be a joke
One hundred genders relates a system that is broke
Being stuck on pronouns creates a fuss
Is that what is wanted to make a case enough
I would think there are better ways to make a point
Then to do this to themselves a martyr to anoint.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Some have it taken from them, far too young in life;
Some claim a hold on to it, until becoming man and wife;
Some freely give it away, under circumstances not quite right;
She is blessed with the memory of a spectacularly wonderful night.
He was kind and he was gentle; love the both of them did share;
He allowed her to set the pace, showing that he cared;
Experiences, he had a few, of that she held no doubt;
He left her with the comfort that at any time she could back out.
A climax, she might not have reached, but there was pleasure in the pain;
His masculinity enveloped her, covered with sweat that felt like dripping rain;
Deeply he looked in her eyes as the two of them had become one;
Tightly he held on to her long after the excitement was all done.
Life led them down different paths; the parting was sad but natural;
Other lovers would come and go but none were as memorable;
She knows she is in the minority of women whose first experience was so pure;
She wonders whatever became of him and will for evermore.
I too
have found the truth
seen the deep state and the fake news in review,
only to find the great reveal
you know who is the real big steal,
and the swamp remains filled with unobjective fools
a dark conspiratorial growing cesspool,
the elections honest, verified, and true
counted and recounted just to satisfy the few,
seventy-four million voted for their candidate in the minority
but so did the eighty-four of the landslide majority,
so give a shout and one more prayer
for the republic and democracy still clinging here
one more authority clutching at power
just another loser soured.