Best Intent Poems

To the ones I love in this world
There is something l need to share
We all unknowingly in life have caused hurt
Totally oblivious and unaware

So, If I have ever done you wrong
And did not realise
Please forgive me 
I am here to apologise

I am sorry if I...

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If all we did in our lifetime

Came from a place of love and kind intent

The world would be a better place

Not perfect…though many sufferings it would prevent


It is such a shame it is not that simple

Though l so wish it to be true

We could live...

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Do you see yourself as more Republican
or leaning more Democrat?

Oh my,
I'm a card-carrying Republican.
Came from a long patriarchal line
of red-blooded Republicans.

What makes you a Republican?
What is Republicanism, do you think?

Well...being against the Democrats, mostly.

OK. 
I get that.
But, what are Republicans for
that Democrats are at least...

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NARRATOR
Infatuation, mysterious, 
Must possess
A hello will be good, an offer
Of a drink,
And here comes the invite, 
Does it lead to a casual, or
Lengthy good night

HIM
My furniture's  sparse
I have a desk and books,
I hung clean tea towels on
The kitchen hooks.
I have a chair and a...

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Divinity all empowers me for some dignity 
Through this course of life so to have an entity 
Power flow through my veins ,black faced
Melanin  at its best, perceived as a beast ,
hair puffs and cushioned 
But possesses white finger nails,
Call that race .
Feels safe...

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hillary hillary hillary
who sobbed her way in cafés 
all along the campaign trail
who now sits beside her prime opponent
as spokesperson-talking-head-puppet o’ the empire,
telling us all for the
489,675,788,899 th time
that the possibility of Iran
being blown off the face of this earth
is still “on the table”
because we...

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Vile creatures write bibles in a hole
Cursed with powers out of control
To take what is not theirs, that is the goal
Satanic smiles saved for such occasions

In seclusion they build commandments 
Create wars, massacre the masses, laugh
In their souls darkness starts with madness
Intentions are so simple...

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Said my intent.
I do not discriminate
by race, 
by sex 
or
by religion.
I merely write historic insightful facts,
depict of the human minds' moral 
and ethical behaviors.
Should I offend!
I pray God forgiveness.
© Al Juman  The "said" Poet 7/7/2018...

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The ugly head of the Original Intent issue
co-arises with what were our ForeFather Patriarchal Patriots
thinking and feeling to leave out prohibitions against antiChristian degeneracy,
and to put in permissions for antiChristian degeneracy.

No.
Wait.
That's not right.
We could not have inherited EnlightenmentEra Democracy's Constitutional Law to intentionally include permissions...

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Though perspicuous from your tongue, your inurbane words flatter no one.
With their capricious nature you can't see how they alienate your heart from your mind,
yet your transitory thoughts still gravitate toward malignant ideas
which dissipate in rapid secession with each scapegoat that you find.


08/31/16...

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a commitment to always do one's best, often leads them to success...

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It is not my intent to Laypeople offend, 

When I refer to religion contrived by greedy men. 

Not all, some individuals always ready, 

To take time out to help the needy, unsteady. 

No, the religious institution itself, 

the world's richest contrived wealth, 

and still its...

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This tribute memorial poem Is collaboration between myself and Silent One - a kind, gracious man and poet.

Today 11th November 2020 would have been my mother’s 100th birthday.


Mother
1920 - 2008

Wherever I go you go with me too,
always bedside me whatever I do.
And I wouldn't have...

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When something we’re doing doesn’t seem right,
with our eyes closed, we look for an insight.
 It isn’t something obvious we feel,
it’s more like a sense that it isn’t real.

There’s something amiss; it could turn out wrong.
Something is missing or doesn’t belong.
In our process have we...

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Her lips were;
A glistening red
Making my thirst for her
Ever so, bittersweet.

I used to gaze at her,
From across the room
To have sight of
Her radiant beauty.

Thoughts of her presence;
Ignites my inner senses
Her glow fills the room
Your intoxicating aura is so sensual.

If I could turn time around;
I'd do...

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