Best Legality Poems
Just half a meter away is this semi-covered female
so fertile for a score of trees to grow on
smooth and soft, curvy and oily
a rich landscape for my longings to become playful penguins.
Her body’s map has been possessed by my hunger
and a split second is too long for our disappearance from door to bed
as the tiles beat my wardrobe to claim the auction of our flying clothes.
Fierce and aggressive, every act is industrialized for pain to taste sweet
a little harm is not unhealthy, let a smile show from the thorn’s tip
biting but patting softly; modesty, the only crime
pinning down and licking through, respect, out of bound
sharp pinching and slow tickling; legality is completely unwanted
summing up an erotic wrestling as intimate as the coiling of wires.
Tightly cornered ‘V’ in front, roundly curved ‘W’ behind
I gradually rise erectly, facing the clouds from under
to honour this beautiful respect towards the pattern of the english alphabets.
Muscles gliding over muscles
joints clicking in a uniform rhythm
produced fluids, keeping both souls sticky
love on stage and now in full display.
Sounds from raging hearts, dancing furniture, bullied foam
all in one competitive race.
Skins on fire for desires to completely burn
so hard, gets inside so wet;
everything else is then subjected to a bouncing and stretching symphony.
It is nothing but refreshing
to abuse our privacy and change the colours of its secrecy;
mourn all night my love and let our instincts ride this luxurious yacht.
Published: 6/25/2020
For the Sensuality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Placement: 2nd (7/1/2020)
Lord, why is it that when we see articles about aborting your babies,
we move on to something else ... and even sometimes get angry?
Why do we argue among ourselves about that?
Is it true, even in these days of scientific break throughs,
that some of your people still believe that abortion
is not the killing of a Human Being?
Isn’t it strange that the killing of babies, which used to be considered evil
at one time, is now considered . .a right?
Even we that are graced enough to still deem it to be wrong, vote for abortion
proponents without a fight.
Knowing of the politician’s abortion voting record, why do
we vote for them anyway with some other excuse in mind?
Oh Lord when you return; .. just what will you find?
You said, “Love each other as I have loved you.”
...Will we argue with You also when our life here is through?
You see Lord we were only voting for the “ choice” to kill your babies.
Choice is the key word here, don’t you see?
I’m sure You must understand legality.
We wouldn’t kill them ourselves. We only pay others to do it with our taxes etc.
So if others I vote for push for laws to "legally" kill them,
what’s that got to do with me ?
I didn’t vote for them on that account, it had to do with the economy you see.
Am I my brother’s keeper? Besides, those babies have never met me.
You also said, Lord, “Seek ye the Kingdom of God and all else will be given unto you.”
Knowing what really happens when we vote for “choice”,
is that still seeking the Kingdom of God?
So Lord, I was thinking….. Your statement about Seeking the Kingdom of God …
..and all else shall be given unto you….. Is that choice too?
Is voting for politicians that we know push for more abortion rights....
Is that seeking the Kingdom of God .. if they call it "Choice" or "Women's rights"?
And if not … what will we get if we choose not to seek it
... you know... by voting for one
who has a record of pushing to kill Your babies.
Isn’t that our choice too? Do we get to vote on that, Lord?
I mean, You know, voting on what we want
that statement of Yours to mean?
Let us know about that okay, Lord?
I thought for sure you already had.
Thanks for your time Lord. I mean .. seriously …
Thanks for “YOUR Time.”
Humanity is My Biggest LOVE
in 3 languages
Philosophy of Humanity
Humanity is a big Ability
Ability of Society
Ability of Bounty
Humanity is a Sensibility
Sensibility of Generosity
Sensibility of Charity
Humanity is Affinity
Affinity of Quality
Affinity of Reality
Humanity is a Liberality
Liberality of Party
Liberality of Spirtuality
Humanity is a Unity
Unity of Amity
Unity of Cordiality
Humanity is a Legality
Legality of Civility
Legality of Community
So
Salute to Humanity
No brutality
No inhumanity
No malignity
No illiberaty
No racism
No disrespect
Then
Only Humanity
Only HUMAN RIGHT
Thanks
Poem Structure: in My own way
for first timein English
By Mohammed Golshani niya
Poet of Humanity
At the cradle of my nightmares,
My future is a horror film,
I track my ghosts,
Like a junkie in withdrawal.
I am a true clandestine calamity,
A mass grave of silent suffering,
A candelabra of pain soothed by dirty money,
I hate the human race,
And I will never have a pet.
I am a loner addicted to silence.
I only write in the dark, to deathly sounds.
A mix of gloomy feelings,
I walk in the darkness of my imperfections,
My hands are no longer innocent,
Since I’ve handled weapons of war.
I am a child of the slums of the third world,
I know perfectly the orifices of misery.
Another damn sleepless night spent monologuing in the darkness of this cold room,
The devil covers his ears to the atrocities spilling from my confessions.
I’ve already used gunpowder
For a firework on the edge of legality.
I never agreed to sleep on an empty stomach,
I’ve risked my freedom since I was ten.
I’ve learned to walk among hungry beasts.
I’m already at war with my demons,
I know I’ll end up in the flames.
I know I have no right to trust a human being,
Being a slave to shine is impossible.
My enemies squat in my imperfect flesh.
I don’t smoke crack,
I don’t smoke cannabis,
I don’t snort cocaine,
I don’t drink alcohol,
I sometimes burn a few cigarettes.
I avoid psychotropics,
I’m not a poet,
Just a tormented mind,
Prisoner of infernal loops,
Where murder scenes repeat endlessly.
My tears stopped flowing down my cheeks
Since I saw my friend crushed by a logging truck.
I am an angry man with murderous impulses,
I commit suicide each time in this same nightmare that has repeated since my childhood.
I’m approaching fifty,
I’ve stopped meditating on the whims of the reaper,
I’ve stopped wandering in graveyards.
Let the universal force show mercy on my impure, tainted soul
By the poisons of lust,
I accumulate transgressions to have a throne in the furnaces of hell.
I don’t believe in paradise, but I know I’ll burn in the abyss’s celestial flames after my twilight.
A deep philosophical reflection in the ramblings of my delirium.
I hate the spotlights like those criminals on the run,
Too many regrets hidden in the closets,
A clean criminal record like the entrails of Christ’s mother.
I blaspheme to darken my divine fragment.
PEDDLING HOPE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a small pill, solace in a blister pack
legally dispensed by a white coat
promises relief, a cure, a return to normalcy,
a life unburdened from pain and disease.
the ache returns, however, louder and more insistent
another pill, then two
the dosage creeping like a vine.
a pressed white powder, a crystal shard
illegally peddled in a dark alley
promises escape, temporary reprieve, abnormality,
a life numbed from pain.
the craving returns, however, the gnawing need
the body screams,
desperately clawing for the next fix.
addiction cares not about legality~
the hungry monster gnaws the same
whether fed by doctor’s script or dealer’s promise.
Big Pharma, a sanitized name
cartels in suits and white lab coats
pushing their product with glossy ads.
the cartel’s hand, a brutal fist
deals death blows and ruin,
pushing their product in seedy places and backstreet alleys.
one wears a suit, funds politicians,
smiles on commercials, promises relief from disease.
the other whispers in shadows
creates transactions based on desperation and fear.
Big Pharma’s towers gleam, untouchable
built on prescriptions, on the fine print no one reads.
cartels hide, their dens and caves obscured
built on blood, dead bodies, and broken dreams.
how many lives line the pockets of pharmaceutical giants,
legal drug pushers in suits peddling hope in blister packs?
how many lives line the pockets of backstreet cartels,
illegal drug pushers in hoodies peddling hope in powder?
Wait! don’t tell me about regulations, about quality control
when the end result is the same:
bodies chained; minds enslaved
lives bartered for fleeting highs and ephemeral repose.
Time together is the most precious time of all,
fleetng moments to be grasped,
secret, only seen by those who happen by
oblivious to the circumstances of what they see.
Ordinary to the uninformed eye,
two people rapt in each other sharing a common purpose,
a purpose that hides from the rest of the world, for now.
The joy of stolen hours, illicit pleasures made exciting
by the latent dangers, dangers that are knowingly ignored.
Commitments made to othersmust be honoured,
but, do these deeds not dishonour those commitments
in a way we do not wish to comprehend?
The denial of mutual pleasures,
the simple call to say, 'How are you?'
The holding of hands in public,
the litttle squeeze that tells all without words,
the overt passion of a greeting of hello or au revoir,
but never goodbye,
all relegated to a privacy behind closed doors.
Two pairs of eyes ever watchful for the familiar,
two silent voices unable to tell best friends.
The world does not need to know, yet,
the world may never need to know unless,
unless the illicit assumes a legality
and the consequences for others are not only acknowledged
but faced in a way as yet beyond contemplation.
The legality may diminish the excitement
that has fed the illicit, and then what happens?
The basic principles flowing through my mind,
Shaped to intricate patterns of predestined design.
I now know where, I was not before,
for now I am, as I need through this door.
I might change my mind if you hand a receipt,
for all this worthless material you cherish in defeat.
Let me explain something, and I’ll make it very clear,
you’re wasting your time, each and every year.
Ego is a concept not yet defined,
expanding past personality and even your mind.
It’s the flesh that you take to appointments of all you see,
and it’s not your fault as a victim of society.
However once you know you can only blame yourself,
this spiritual design is a one way to health.
Stop confusing religion in your mind,
life is only complicated for the body your assigned.
Legality, Morality, Totality to Fatality,
going crazy trying to comprehend Reality.
Now back to the basics as I mentioned before,
it only matters what you’re left with when you are no more.
Fendi, Versace, Christian Dior,
blinded by these dark lights from the shades you wore.
Think about it.
Now become it.
Are you happy fighting all were here for?,
you won’t find Love, Compassion, or Soul in a store.
Now make up your mind and choose not to fall.
You need not to find it you’ve had it all along,
Just rid of judgment and you’ll sing your own song.
It’s the Truth.
Believe it.
Were built of regurgitated info from those of before,
Now start your own path as you know there is more!
Dream, Believe, Achieve, and you will no longer Seem to Leave to Grieve.
As you will be in the moment with all that is,
Start by forgiving thyself and cherish the gift to give.
We were all once babies, and we are truly all one.
Think deeper than your pocket, and the answer will come.
Some say computers will replace the human brain,
Making it irrelevant, a museum relic, and obsolete.
Nothing in humankind’s experience will be the same.
Even exceptional minds will be unable to compete.
Those who hold that view cite signs now apparent—
Millions put on the street by computer technology.
The trend they say is unstoppable and transparent.
Microchips and cyberspace will trump our biology.
But from whence will computers get their morality?
Which is not to say that humankind’s is flawless.
But there is the issue of the intricacies of legality.
Could computer control be clinical if not lawless?
All of this despoilers decry as the stuff of inanity.
Computers do only what humans code them to do.
But visionaries like Kurzweil have all their sanity,
And computers that rule could one day come true.
A little girl played along the railroad tracks. Walking on the rails, playing in the little station house. Waiting for her friend the engineer to blow the whistle as he came around the bend. On special days he would stop and lift her and her mother into an empty box car , then hurry back to the engine, open the throttle, the steam would hiss and away we'd go. Ill never forget the sound of that chug-chug-chug getting faster and faster until it seemed we were flying down the track. The journey wasn't far, about 5 miles. . A short trip but an exciting one for a child who lived miles from the nearest town. We would spend the day playing in the river and picnicking on the shore. In the afternoon we'd catch the northbound and return home tired and happy. It was a simpler time, we didn’t worry about the legality of that little ride, or for that matter, the safety of riding in an open car with our feet dangling out the door.. we just lived! The train was
a big part of my life and I still get a thrill when I hear that far away whistle in the night.
the hiss of the steam
down the tracks and round the bend
back to my childhood
1/8/15
Years ago a marriage couldn’t
Join two different races.
Still some people hate
What that legality embraces.
Now today, the fight goes on
With gays who want to wed.
Those with hatred in their hearts
Protest these laws instead.
Why anybody cares what others do
Remains a mystery;
But loudmouths love to spew their wrath,
With precedents in history.
Today we’ve learned our president
Has made a risky move,
Endorsing same-sex marriage,
Which so many won’t approve.
I heartily applaud him
And I’m glad he took a stand.
Perhaps this huge announcement
Means that change is close at hand.
For those who argue natural law
Should not let gays unite,
They have to face that fact, to most
This is a human right.
A same-sex couple in your midst
Will not pose any threat;
And if you choose ignoring them,
They wouldn’t mind, I’d bet.
So kudos to Obama
For his brave and bold decision.
Equality is closer now
To what we can envision.
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- In memory of the La Vegas shooting victims –
Lo! The universe
How primordial beauty!
Mankind is superior in style and activity
Different in size, shape, color
How true the complexity!
Lord wants us to comprehend His unlimited diversity
But humans mistaking start mistreating
But, Merciful Lord takes care of all His beings,
I love mankind
Whatever may be their race, caste, creed, color or size
I ask for their proper demand
Not for mere sympathy, charity or privilege,
I have my association
With the rights defrauded and in their lonely world
Where legality, justice is forced sunk then
Illegality, injustice strongly and gladly got raised,
I have fixed my position
In the groups of all mess and general people
With oppressed, depressed, deprived, road-trodden
So, I have some questions to the power leading people,
I am always with
The people for rights, legality, justice start every inch fight
From the hands of power abusers, torture, betrayal, intrigue
Conspiracy, anarchy, treachery, tyranny, hypocrisy and cheat,
Being human I deserve humanity
Righteously for all and for everybody
Up down, high low, superior inferior, ably disably
And I always expect it from all, for all and everybody.
The word "Cherokee" is believed to be derived from a Choctaw word meaning "Cave People". Another explanation says it came from a Creek word "Chelokee", meaning "People Of A Different Speech".
It was picked up and used by the Europeans as "Cherokee" and was eventually accepted and adopted by the Cherokee in the form of Tsalagi or Jalagi.
In their own language the Cherokee originally called themselves The Aniyunvyia
or Anniyaya meaning The Principle People or The Keetoowah or Anikituaghi, Anikituhwagi meaning "People Of Kituhwa".
Although they usually accept being called Cherokee, many prefer Tsalagi Ayili.
Traditionally the people now known as Cherokee refer to themselves as Aniyun-wiya, a name usually translated as "The Real People".
Other names applied to the Cherokee have been:
Allegheny, Delaware, Arapaho, Chilukki(dog people), Osage and Kansa.
Their first encounter with the Europeans was with Hernando Desoto in 1540.
The English traders appeared among the Cherokee in 1673.
They first went to war with the colonists in 1711 and were devastated by epidemics of disease such as small pox during that century.
In 1835 the U.S. Govt. passed The Removal Act . Principal Chief John Ross refused to recognize the legality or validity of the Removal Act and challenged it in court.
The Supreme Court rulled in favor of The Cherokee Nation.
President Jackson said : "Justice Marshall has made his decision. Now let him enforce it."
You all know what happened after that.
MY ROSE FLOWER:
My rose,
We have been to,
Customary court,
We have been to court of appeals,
It now for us to go and test,
The Supreme Court.
Justice Ben Agbata will be present that day,
So tell me,
How will you strike out the case.
Our purpose of going there is not to sue Rev.
Father,
Ejike Mbaka like Chimaroke Nnamani,
But because I idolize you thee.
Not to see the passerby that there are not present,
But to concubinage you.
My kissing that day will be,
Romance,
While our,
Rings will be thy ally’s ring.
Bother not about the flowers,
For you are a flower already.
Bar Elenus Ogeche will,
Read out the case outline,
But Hakunamatata will blow the whistle like referee,
Bother not about the papers to be spent,
For I am like Soludo.
All this will I do because of thy beauty.
Your body is as beautiful as the queen England,
While thy lips is as sweet as honey.
THEMES
1. Beauty
2. Importance of women
3. The roles of the barristers
4. Legality
5. Equality
6. Peace and unity
The touch of imperfectionality on some naked truth.
It burns deep into the flesh of happiness,
Yet stands smiling at the laxity of frailty.
A drop of legality would have seared the ice.
Some degree of excess consciousness couldn't avail indiscretion.
So selfish I was, struck the baton to revealing.
Tore down the garment of wonderfulness.
If only it had wrath a shield against grievous consequences.
Strayed from the bareness of my palms, my cherished secret.
Caved in the passing-by of history, are acts and actions I adore.
Regrets bid me awareness but I annex consolation in satisfaction.
Springs of flowing emotions seals my loosed heart.
I'm hung to the persistence of negativity.
Sunk into contentions so absurd to gamble worth for kinds.