Best Incapacitated Poems
I passed a church today
glanced at the 12 foot cross
with hanging replica of Jesus
beaten, flayed, crucified.
I slowed my pace,
almost turned to ask:
"Why do they think you'll come back?"
I pondered the question
walking slowly in the darkness
trying to see in passersby
what he claims to have seen...
the divinity of man....
I once held out hope
that it was still hidden
buried somewhere deep
awaiting re-awakening
then tortured myself
wondering how it was
allowed to go to sleep.
Perhaps it was drugged,
incapacitated by some
satanic aphrodisiac
lulled into lethargy
waiting for someone,
anyone, to replant
the mustard seed
of faith, of belief
in themselves,
in their inherent nature
to express the divinity
that is their heritage,
their gift, their essence.
I walk still in the doubt
that he would return
to awaken a world
of slumbering saints
disconnected from the
ancestral roots of angelic expression
sitting idly inside a church
praising an iconic God
while denying
in their actions
the truth of His.
John G. Lawless
3/2/2021
A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid
They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis situations they aid in evacuation
Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation
They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population
They work overseas and help the poor
For those incapacitated they come to the door
They are on the front line during times of war
They have a duty of care legislated by law
On a daily basis they are faced with death
They are with a patient for their last breath
They work long hours without adequate pay
They face trauma and grief day by day
They have to work at a rapid pace
Often having to rush from place to place
Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff
In some areas staffing is less than half
Our healthcare system is in a state of demise
C’mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise
They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild
They provide comfort to parents of a child
They encounter various problems with people’s health
They don’t discriminate the poor or those with wealth
They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease
They are expected by some to do this with ease
They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts
Don’t question them unless you know all of the facts
They deal with issues that cause stress
They treat patients who are in distress
They deal with patients who want to fight
They deal with patients who sometimes bite
They help patients who are deaf or without sight
They work seven days a week both day and night
They assist a patient who has lost their mind
Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind
Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation
The government must do more and increase remuneration
They are highly educated, instructed and trained
When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained
They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks
Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes
Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job
They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb
I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse
To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse
Africa My Homeland
I am the face
fixed on a map
A space
with boundary, leaving no gap
I am a homeland
desecrated when I was abducted from my rightful nation
A brand
with a name which precedes my reputation
I am a continent
incapacitated not to live up to his flair
A dissident
doors shut daily to his face unless I straightened my hair
I am a riddle
narrated to my kids stuck in Britain, France and America
A bridle
used only by Africans for Africa
INDEPENDENCE-NEO-COLONIZATION
(WHAT ABOUT US)
Physically free, but most of us are still mentally incapacitated
We all cheer on 21 March
No chains on our arms – no shackles on our ankles
Independence a pre-conceived idea of freedom
To fight for the true cause-for the causers are the true enemies
Physically free, but now questioning the mental status and spiritual levels
Never mind, let us all cheer and shout – freedom!!!
What about us!
Time to look back and merry collectively
Yet success and awards are individual
Only boobs will sit idly and blame the government
Desensitizing, Demolition Dependent mind sets
Cause Communion with slave masters lead to neo-colonization
Failure to conceive this hidden agenda, it will cause a man to stubble
What about us!
The born free nothing is for free
Doomed condemned juveniles
Demanding privileges for their pre-requisite failure
Excuses escorting many country and women to their graves
Blood dripping like a virgin giving up her innocence for the man she loves
So that you and me could enjoy the fruit of his/her blood-freedom
Self-sacrifice was and still is the price for freedom
Forefathers and mothers blood was shade for freedom
What about us!
We are the people; we are the government – time to take reasonability
What about us!
Anthony Ngabwe
(Tony The Poet@2014)
despair
lost, incapacitated
faltering, immobilizing, forfeiting
trap, maze, tunnel, race
enduring, trusting, expecting
empowered, confident
hope
ROOTS OF AFRICA
Celebrating the Legends
African Arise! Arise! Arise Africa ……………………
Dig deeper into your conscious, causes of your discomfort
I heard you are rich in diamond, gold and oil, but you are still vagabonds
I am sorry Mother Africa; I know your husband is corrupt and very abusive
It is because you divorced the TRUTH and covered yourself in illusions
True Legends died for your freedom but you are still chained in metal slavery
Together we can rise, together we can fight and together we can win, yes raise Africa, rise!
I heard you want to rise above the storm, very inspirational
But can your people afford to pay the cost, which may cost them everything
Like discomfort for comfort, pain for payment and persecution for purpose
Your success is questionable, because leaders who have no roots are leading you
If you think I am lying check your clock: you are not where alleged to be by this time
I do not blame you Mother Africa, but your parents, your husbands, and your children
True Legends died for your freedom but you are still mentally/spiritually incapacitated
Together we can rise, together we can fight and together we can win, yes raise Africa, rise!
I heard you exchanged your birth right for a piece of meat, discredit!
Come let me show you who you are, your power, potential, possibilities and possessions
Africa you are powerful before your birth, royalty and kingship runs in your veins, cryptic!
You are the center of riches, minerals and hope, hoping you could see this, fascinating!
Arise black man, arise black man, you best in sports, music, movies, poetry, finance, governs,
Tell your sisters and mother, its time to arise above fears, failures and falsehood, be legends
True Legends died for your freedom but you are still divided, failed to see power of unit/love
Together we can rise, together we can fight and together we can win, yes raise Africa, rise!
I first marked hours, and then the days
And soon I marked months too
The years, they passed on one by one
From time when I lost you
Today marks 18 years and still
I long to see your smile
A mother, whether sick or well
Makes life seem more worthwhile
I marked the years before you died
With pain, and tears and fear
For as I child I knew back then
That death was always near
I marked each labored breath you took
I marked the times you cried
I marked the words you tried to speak
I marked the times you sighed
I marked the times you tried to sing
And how you mourned the loss
Of all that MS took away
It was to be your cross
I marked the day you fell asleep
Rememberance is now
I write these words for I must make
You come to life somehow
In dreams at night I see you still
And though the times are few
It brings a solace to my heart
To be in dreams with you
I sigh and hold my vigil still
But I am not alone
For Jesus also marks this day
To Him its time was known
He marks with love your resting place
He marks the day and hour
When he will come, the Prince of Peace
With resurrection power
He’ll raise you with His might voice
He’ll call your name: “Arise!”
And then I’ll hold you close to me
As we meet in the skies
And so I mark each passing day
The weeks, the months the years
Until I see you once again
And we cry happy tears.
Eileen Manassian
March 19, 2018
(My mother passed away on March 19, 2000 from MS. She was a woman of faith, character, and integrity. I grew up having to see her become gradually incapacitated due to the illness. She once looked at me and said, "You're scared I'm going to die, aren't you?" My answer....tears, and we both cried. I can never be the kind of woman she was. She needs to be remembered.)
Mama’s Fault
Abortion and Baby Dumping
The umbilical cord you eliminated before my existence
You conceived concealed the gift from its creation
Deceived and destroyed the destiny that was given to the world
Now you asking me, what gives you sleepless night
Don’t be a hypocrite you have been swallowing your own vomit
No-wait we all are at fault because we allowed this to happen in homes and society
Sexually sensitive and spiritually sick
Why open for sexual pleasure and reject responsibility and accountability
The blood of the innocent crying from the ground-souls we have all murdered
Turning girls into holes, dumping babies, chasing pleasure that is under world delusion
Heart full of evil while lips speak love-drinking blood by killing offspring
Outward beauty while mentally incapacitated-lawlessness life, it’s the life they chose
Feeding on lies, faded in freedom, self-will in pleasure, decaying society
While government set the veil – system collapsed and still won’t acknowledge
Sick of psychologists, spiritually blind and morally corrupt-saying do thus at will
Policy is just logic, written words, practically off, wishing the problem is all in their head
Church turned in a business place, wicked theology exploiting the poor-in it for self
While evil and corruption take over the nation – God is the manager allowing evil
Hearts divorced from truth – these painted priests and pastors got real saints misunderstood
Annunciation by media, misleading the nuns, church-good girl lost in lust as love
I feel sorrow in soul, remaining breathless each day
40 babies dumped per month – I wonder how many are aborted
I know your soul is turning cold – knowing all the babies you have aborted and dumped
I know you have excuses just like any other person – no, yes I sympathize with your evil deeds
Heart concealed in subconscious of blood – mind covered by deception of unwanted babies
He wallowed in the dirt
With the sand and the muck
Saying brother can you spare a buck?
He say I ain't got the time
Well how 'bout a dime?
Denied
Beggars sigh
As the cars passed by
My oh my
Please help
I'm down on my luck
I lack even a buck
And I don't know why
And then.suddenly,
It was beggars dream
And I got me a $20
Man say spend it wisely
And so I bought me a beer
Then I bought me a forty
And by the end of the night
could not walk upright
Left to stumble around
On flat ground
Incapacitated, world spinng round me
Unrolled my pack
Fell asleep,
On the side of the street
Let it rain on me
Woke up
Where the F$$K is the rest of my money?
Got outta that city
Repeat
A very short memory, what was I trying to remember
This is getting serious, don't remember my gender
In the ladies washroom
They all screamed and fumed
Saw some sights but incapacitated I was rendered
Glad you be in grace
Benumb, in disgrace
Hearty you be in giving
Broad you be in forgiving.
So much did I hear -
The buzz of moral quotes
Either sung by Gurus or coded in Scripture;
Either floating in the air of practitioners.
Virtue lives in the instincts.
I feel incapacitated in trials and errors,
Exhausted in files of books.
I am rather empty,
rather humble in the dearth of knowledge--
I know - not much;
But I follow - what comes from within --
Thus I mold my life's coding.
Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !
Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !
Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !
Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !
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Green Goblin, Green Goblin, how terrible you are.
And only for a serum have you become a superstar.
A star of infamy and Spider-man’s worst foe,
spreading holy terror wherever that you go.
Aliases you have had, maybe up to five.
The third one, Dr. Bart, was not long alive.
As Norman, the original, you came back from the dead -
once again to fill our hero Spider-man with dread.
Norman’s son Harry used the serum too.
And Green Goblins many powers harry knew.
Superhuman strength and agility
and a genius too with regenerative ability.
Driven quite insane, you only wish to kill
and destroy all everywhere you’ve been.
“The five” incapacitated you, yet still
I bet we’ll be seeing you again and again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians And Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
THE SECRET
Shh! The walls have ears; let them not hear you
Let no other ear hear this! Threatening warnings of my father
Compelled alliance with my father; concealing the truth from my mother
Sight of my mother’s ignorant face; pierces my heart for ever knowing what I can’t say
All for peaceful co-existence; infidelity of a careless father.
Silent whispers, hush sounds; the atmosphere seemed tense
The truth clung to my mouth like school kids shown the cane; I gave the lie
Incapacitated by destitution; circled in a transfixed indecision with quavering lips
Just sitting on the fence; eyes that saw the truth but went blind on it.
The remembrance; the ugly promise of sealed lips
Kleptomaniac tongue; always pouring lies with reasons
Eyes that said one thing but meant another; can’t betray itself
If this mouth ever opens to say the truth; ugly liquids will flow from the human lake.
You are guilty! Accusing anthem of his conscience
A reminder of how a truth from his tied tongue could have saved a life
Just only two ugly options to choose; the truth or the lie
Chose the favourable lest the unfavourable will make him the enemy
All for friendship sake; a secret only to the ears of the grave.
Lordvip & Zinnie
August 2014.
THE SPIDER AND MAN
Spider; is high time you started thinking like human
That, made unique from us, I don’t deny the fact
I have quit your fascinating homes
Yet, in all your regalia
You have come to disturb me in my nasty abode.
Man; what a gross contempt
You speak with no iota of sincerity
How can you say, ye departed from men
When you are fully in charge in men’s home
As they become incapacitated to be neat.
Spider; your utterance was conditional, I am glad
That I don’t near men’s home if things are not in disarray
But, when you come to my abode
You destroy my estate that I built tenaciously
Through which I have my daily bread.
Man; beyond every reasonable doubt, you have proved
Even dough you seem to be the biggest of all insects
What so ever in that your body is complete water
How can you build your enticing estate to block our route-?
Through which we make our own daily bread!
Spider; men can be dam selfish! Even dough-
Sometimes, I be your guest
To make you uncomfortable so you can learn to be neat
But, never stopped the source of your daily bread
Why should you destroy my estate for your own daily bread?
Man; that was a cute question! I never knew you are brilliant with such a small head
I taught the creator deprived you everything. You are incompetent to use the-
Colossal double-eyes of yours and you are myopic in everything
And to till the earth with your enormous legs is never in your agenda!
Spider; don’t make ridicule of me dear! I concede that am lazy
But, I use my talent to eke for a living
But, you answer luxurious names like, “professor, lawyer, doctor and whatever “
Why not make use of your big brain for your daily bread?
Instead of perpetual head-ache I embrace from you in farmlands and forests.
Man; you don’t know men give you too much privilege
You jump and dance from one three to another
With your cursed anus to make your abode
Do we not virtually plant those threes you enjoy?
Learn to be appreciative for once in your life!
Spider; there should be no course for alarm!
At least, men should treat me with an iota of courtesy
You should know that, whatever you see in your route in the farm as web
It is my estate I had taken time to build and is a source of my daily bread
Be comfortable as a superior being and I as well be comfortable as a lesser animal !