Best Necessary Poems
Only those you love can really hurt you;
For those you do not love can't reach your heart,
So when they say or do things that can cut you,
The pain can pierce your heart just like a dart.
Things like this aren't easily forgotten.
When remembered wounds seem fresh again,
Apologies sincere are like a bandage,
That helps to heal the wound, assuage the pain.
When we attack someone in heat of anger,
And say things that we really shouldn't say,
"I'm sorry", is the order of the day then,
So hard feelings that will staycan be allayed.
Even if you think that you've done nothing,
That you should feel ashamed or sorry for,
If in your righteousness you find you've hurt them,
A simple word can halt a closing door.
Why sit back and say,"Let them get o'er it.'
'I will not crawl to them on bended knee."
If you've hurt someone who loves you, you should forfeit,
The pride that keeps your stubborn cruelty.
Missing the luxurious lush green of verdant spring.
When autumn chafes against the soul
Reluctant of letting go all that summer had to offer
We do not proffer from resentment
Find, we may contentment with the season immediately upon the boughs,
The leaves all fallen and secretly feeding unseen mysteries in the soil
Tender shoots then rise from the breast of young men past
The good never lasts…
Renewal’s corollary: destruction is perpetual
And grass is proof there is no death
In the greatest pain of our memories, all comparative,
Seeds the future from counter-fit narratives
And while truth may die in the breasts of men…
Yet the grass is proof there is no death.
take this blade
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil
let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level
it's a sacrifice
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind
so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time
sure i'm just
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine
but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line
Take those necessary steps
In order to take charge of the day
You have it in you
Let nothing stand in your way
Put everything into perspective
And be the inspiration
Lift others up
Brighten their sensation
"The Necessary Mission"
The heart has pages
that unfurl daily
out from under
blankets of
circadian rhythm
like petals stretch
and turn over
again and again
the reach rich
forever eternal
turns inwards
embyronic
nightshade returns
the necessary mission
when Morning arrives
the heart has pages
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
You can't have all you want
but not having all you need,
it's a pity, unworthy economic being,
don't expect a man plant
growing grains, fruits and juices,
rise to the heights
of your human nature's creator,
make them a gift,
and have as gift
life's gift, for piece of mind,
with our society's work.
Still hunger is a scare,
unconsciously makes you
rushing running hurrying pushing.
Why, ask your god and,
bring the answer down to earth.
Say it to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to,
what's misery for,
while there is plenty.
Where is my piece of mind
and fulfillment.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
so without negative fellings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
powers abstract, unknown,
like the sky,
always as far as started going to it.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
Have you never tasted hunger
Tread the alleys with the stealthy
Cried the tears of someone younger
While you dined among the wealthy
Shuffled through the papers
Through the pages of despair
Embittered by the capers
Neglect, hanging in the air
Step with me through the sadness
Let me open up your eyes
Weave, careful past the madness
Past the sorrow and the lies
The chains of bondage tighten
No future's in your sights
Do you wish to be enlightened
To embrace those dizzy heights
Piled high upon the pyre
The lost and the insane
The corpses piling higher
Entombed in the mundane
The root of all that's evil
A meaning to their end
More money than they'll ever need
More wealth than they can spend
The scales of justice tipping
With the deadweight of their sins
The wings of Angels ripping
As the final count begins
The boatman treads the water
As you wade the river Styx
The silver in your pocket
For to score the Devils fix
Lost in this sea of torment
While Hell exacts its toll
Your name is etched, inclement
On His register of souls
Summer’s bleached itself
to bone and stubble. Mirage
is shimmer, false reflection.
First ice on the pond
a mirror of last winter
so coldly perfect, shattered.
This is not a message to attack my brothers
But it is a message to attract my brothers
Black men we cannot deny who we are
Or the definition of our true color
No matter how we look at our lives
We must recognize that we are poison to ourselves
Trapped in our own minds like prisoners
Not having the proper release to realize
Who we are, and how strong we are as a people
Instead we've been living a lifestyle
Where we're not happy unless we're holding each other back
When Malcolm X quoted: By Any Means Necessary
He meant that he would help his people
'By Any Means Necessary
Not for us to hold each back
'By Any Means Necessary
I've learned that we're the only race of people
That are more powerful and smarter they any other
However, we've somehow got caught up in self gain
We fight each other, rob, and kill each other
Trying to get ahead in life
But once you take a good look back over your life
You'll see that you haven't traveled far at all
Ask yourself this question
If we can't be safe around our own kind
Then who can we be safe around
So we need to reverse our mind set
Instead of being a prisoner in your mind
Start thinking open and clearly
Be free like a bird
Say to yourself, there's nothing, or no one
Holding me back from being who I want to be
Link up with strong positive brothers with like minds
Instead of trying to hold them back
Help to build them up, and push them towards their dreams
'By Any Means Necessary
If this continues, and has a popcorn effect
Do you know how this will make us all better people in so many ways
Brother it's true when they say
It's strength in numbers
There's nothing more stronger, powerful, and more dangerous
Then an educated black man
With that being said........
Image the strength and power in a million of us
Working together, with the same hearts, minds, and drive to make our world a better place
'By Any Means Necessary!
There ain't no substitute for love and compassion
As long as we live, they're always in fashion
Life's necessary stuff
We can't get enough
A life without love, is a life I can't fathom
© Jack Ellison 2015
Only one stands true.
Everything has to evolve,
Else it perishes.
your eyes mail me letters
letters i rip open
with suspense and wanting
words never spoken
dancing phrases
that i feel in my knees
unfold in my stomach
your eyes write me love notes
notes i tear apart
they glance down my body
sending cursive messages
punctuating each breast
with an exclamation mark
between my thighs
GENOCIDE: A NECESSARY EVIL
When the East caught fire
Deafened by the noise of their own sun
They said healing was natural
Because Ojukwu was their son
Bitter leaves spread over Umuahia
In numbers that could set the world ablaze
If you found love in Kano
It must have fallen from a bird that lost home
Kano was a city of differences
And tribal similarities
That was where a friend died
Chest blown up, smelled of virgin blood
Freedom was the moan of a girl
Who hid the sun between her legs
She would burn
But farewells beckoned to her storm
Eastern Nigeria was buried in warm skin-
a corpse whose feet still walks today
Every bitter song has a note of joy-
a beauty that once belonged to the Israelites
A hope that the land where dryness had dissolved
Would soon wear the wet shades of light
There is half of every dawn in the moon
A proof that white skies rise from dusty roofs
History is a boy with three balls
“The rise, fall, and rise of Biafra”
long road falls to fog
long day gives in to motion
quitting time prevails
clangor
repeating noise
echoing in my head
raucous alarm awakens me
bringing back turbulent reality
stirring anger and resentment
strident, clamorous noise,
starting day of
clangor
By: Joyce Johnson 5/28/12
For "Sound of Emotion" Contest