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Before you read my poem below please know:
This poem is generalised and not aimed at any individual
It is solely my observation and voice!
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Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
I saw you today with a lovely brightened smile
I felt you today in the morning for a while
My heart pounds, My heart sings
That your beauty has no endings
I heard you today of voice sweetened and mellow
I felt you today but couldn't even say a 'hello'
My ear drums roll with my heart on the whole
That you're my everything
I touched you today on your lips for a while
I missed you today every inch of the mile
My heart aches, My heart makes
That you're my lovey dovey
A Chinese lad was at table dawdling with his pork and rice.
This upset his mama-san who reprimanded him in a trice!
"Clean your plate! Children in America are starving, son!"
And she continued to berate him - her tirade had only begun!
"Your papa-san has a great job while dads in America are on the dole.
Our economy is booming while that of America is lagging, on the whole!
Papa makes good money to provide Americans with the things they need.
You should be very thankful for the jobs they send here, yes indeed!"
"Kids in America can't get a job even with a college education,
But, son, America will provide you with a job in any old vocation!
This is the land of opportunity, my boy, thanks to American capitalists!
You must appreciate all they have done for us Chinese communists!"
"Not so long ago your father and I didn't have a yuan to our name.
Now we have a house and brand new car - life will never be the same!
So I don't want to hear any of your sass or fiddling with your food.
Thanks to the generous Americans, they have lifted our nation's mood!"
"I want you to clean your plate and grow strong to follow in your dad's shoes.
Uncle Sam needs you to make TVs and shirts or anything else they choose.
No more lip! Clean your plate! I want to see those chopsticks flying!
Think about the kids in America who'll got to bed tonight hungry and crying!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We war not against flesh and blood of man you see,
but In the spirit is where our battles are mean't to be.
For when we battle against flesh and blood of mankind,
deeper in troubles and sorrows ourselves shall we find.
When we take it in the spirit to fight,
then we will stand in Gods Glorious Light!
For this warfare is with darkness and his own,
warring in the flesh, God does not condone!
For the spirits that once drove us to do as we did,
has now gone into others and in them hid!
It's not the person, it's the spirit that's in them you see,
coming against flesh and blood, there will be no victory.
This spiritual warfare can not be seen with the human eye,
it is led by Jesus in the Holy-Spirit through you and I.
Warfare means to battle, it doesn't mean just pray,
but you must fight in the spirit this did Jesus say.
Put on the whole Armor of God that ye may be able to stand,
standing against darkness with the Word of God, for its our sword in hand.
For when you war against flesh and blood it shall only tear you down,
then we are in sin, not having on Christ's Wedding Gown!
For God said not to war against mankind,
when you do, your own victories you will bind!
For the only way to defeat darkness is in the spirit you see,
warring in the spirit will bring you your Victory!
If you want victory in your life- then take your battles in the spirit,
put on Gods Armor, speak out His word, in Faith, the darkness will hear it.
Then shall you defeat the true enemy, and not tear down flesh and blood,
then shall your victories start pouring in like a flood!
..."I awaken gotten up said a prayer, to my Lord and Savoir all seemed well. Then I decided to go do my hygiene and as I completed I noticed myself in the mirror, mirror
It said/I said
Look at you you are pitiful
Look at you you're ugly
dirty yellow teeth, look at them feet you are so homely.
and no one NO ONE on the whole world loves you NOT anyone
and NO ONE, NO ONE on this whole world loves you
slightly reseeding hair a shallow thinning in the middle near sighted browned eyed and somewhat over-weighed.
Look at you
Look at you
Whose to care
Who cares
Mirror, Mirror
what you see
is what you see
But I see you talkN ta me
and in you I see liberty
I see God breath rising and lowering my chest
I see His love up above
and most of ALL I see I AM HIS
mirror, mirror some or more of those negatives
I won't reflect, I won't give in
Cause this is my outer self and yet tis not my TRUE SELF
I AM BLESSED
mirror, mirror talks to me
within it's liberties and yet I am yet
A Blessing from God and forgiven by mercies graces of Jesus
mirror, mirror stop talking to me
my self esteem not truly me
for you see I am
what I say I AM
And I AM a child of the King
Mercies grace is all o'ver my Face
and I see nothing but victory
So mirror, mirror on the wall
All my choice now of God
mirror, hush if you can't see that we both were created by THE.......
FATHER OF LOVE
FROM GOD ABOVE
I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT
I
AM
LOVED"
Selah
My choice is not to listen to the voice of the mirror, sometimes the mirror's
presents sees and shows the wrong negative message...
by James Edward Lee Sr. ex low self-esteemed One mirror, mirror
10/25/19
Let’s take a ride, how about traveling, to outer space,
Just accept anything’s possible, it’s our cosmic chase,
Moving faster than light speed, in the blink of an eye,
Unleash your imagination, laws of physics, don’t apply,
Maybe stay closer to home, getting carried away,
Not that it’s impossible, Probably better this way,
I bid to free your mind, open up Pandora’s box,
Some controlling egotist, may be keeping locked.
Might think this is fantasy, I promise you not,
Keeps us unrestrained, from an imperious lot,
Rather we’d stay stupid, believe everything’s fine,
Brainwashed all our lives, left to tow the line.
Too many gaslighters, out for personal gain,
Call us troublemakers, having gall, to complain,
I am not preaching, just offering sound advice,
Keep your independence, for life’s full of choice.
Well thank God for google, if needing a little help,
Press a few touchscreens, a tonic within itself.
Always some caveats, beware of computer trolls,
Half decent firewall, should suffice on the whole.
Is too much knowledge, really a dangerous thing,
Worse than owning shotguns, barely aged sixteen,
I agree in some cases, ignorance truly is bliss,
Only if comforting, from the inevitable abyss.
Many poets shone light, on history’s darkest times,
Obscure aficionados, emancipating reality with rhyme,
Fighting nightmarish wars, writing obituaries home,
Bleeding ink upon paper, never flinching in their tone.
Others encapsulate landscape, frozen in winter snow,
How they portray nature, this rhymster will never know,
Beautiful form of art, smashing out from all restraints,
Poets you set me free, lest my tribute is mundane.
By
David Kavanagh
Oh, my lady dance for me
In liberty free
Float on the floor
In erythematic rhythms the world adores
Let thy silhouette amber glee
Rays of glamour shine on the whole
Dance for me
In freedom and liberty
Effortlessly
Move ever so majestically
Let the people sway
As you move their way
Oh, my lady dance for me
Entice me with your foot steps
Caress us with your movements
Set up free
Dance with me
As you dance on the floor
The dress you wear flows like flag in the wind on a pole
Carmelita dancing free
And dancing all you want to be
It's like your dancing on air
My Senorita
You dazzle me dancing free
You flow ever so brilliantly
Please, please dance for me
Carmelita
Everyone has faced this story, so I know I'm in a long line
I wish I was still seeing you, even though they say love is blind
Two beautiful souls with good hearts, but love isn't always kind
Rebecca, you were the right girl for me, just at the wrong time
I've been thinking about the past a lot recently
so i'm writing this simply to bring some peace to me
you know I like to rhyme when I'm sad
but I wish you were here next to me, instead of this pen and pad
we split in 2012, I've dated many girls since, but my heart still hasn't got closure
even though I've loved girls since, you're the girl that I never got over
your beauty is matched by your kindness and personality
cupid only paints us so many pictures, but you're worth a gallery
I was too broken from my childhood to be able to love you the way you deserved
I wanted to make you feel special, But I didn't even see my own worth
depression held me hostage, so I was too tired to cuddle with you
but if it meant protecting you, I would take on the whole jungle for you
I wish we could meet now for the first time instead
because you've never left my heart, and are regularly in my head
I hope you will be the biggest part of my future and more than an ex I miss from my past
even though we still talk, I won't tell you any of this, because so much time has passed
everyone has faced this story, so I know I'm in a long line
I wish I was still seeing you, even though they say love is blind
Two beautiful souls with good hearts, but love isn't always kind
Rebecca, you were the right girl for me, just at the wrong time
A bird flaps it's wings as it soars high above the sky..
Below the clouds..
Above the clouds..
And beyond..
The sweet taste of freedom..
Is expressed..
Trees in the forest breathe..
As they surround us all..
With their loving oxygen..
They spread their love on the whole..
Other trees..
Us..
Lovely creatures that roam..
As they balance beautiful nature..
Harmony flows to a tune of sweet melodies..
Rivers..
Streams..
Lakes..
Oceans..
Water flows in perfect symphonies ..
Of which they all form a choir of their own music..
Oh sacred water is cleansed and purified..
Humans may at times endanger the flow..
For they cannot hear their divine tunes..
For they cannot listen to the signs..
Truth being the divine essence of Mother Nature..
She lovingly blessed us with her magnificence..
To allow her truth..
To expand and radiate with all..
As we are all one..
Judge not the darkness
Embrace the light
Hungry is the beast of darkness
Starve the beast
Feed the light
Nourishment is for the soul
Fed with divine love
Without light there is no darkness
The power of love and light dominates
Let us carry on with the magnitude of light
The impact it draws to our lives
The focus on light and love on the whole
Penetrates the pureness and bliss of our divinity.
Extinguish darkness with light
As a tunnel of darkness runs its course
At the end of the tunnel
There is a loving light
We are the smallest birds,and some mistake us for insects!We realize who we are,and we communicate on many levels of intelligence so that we can be relavent!,and connected,and respected.We fly faster ,and higher than any insect,and we possess an intelligence that can cause a president ,doctor,lawyer,teacher,preacher,racist,hater,player,actor,mystic,or even a critic to change their minds to do right: We do this just in the nick of time to be blessed for stopping a mess!! We fly and land on a man,s chest,or a woman's breast,and when we land there;they realize that we are not insects,but small birds with words to help us all hold our heads high ,and dry tears from every eye. We as poets are here to bring joy,and power while using words of wisdom in any arena where some have to ,and must make a decision!The words of a "Poet"can and does change people,and the way they behave,and bring joy into their nights and days. We feel the vibes,and we transmit the positive waves;both morning,noon,nights,and years,and all days!Maya Angelou landed on "MY" manly chest,and she landed on my mother's "Breast",and gave us a message,and a quest!We were dying,but we flew over "Death",and "Death passed us by! We are blessed,and we realize the reason why we did not die!We put on the whole suite of armor that has been given to us to have a victory over any enemy "Achieved",so that we will succeed!!WHEN "YOU GET" MONEY OR ANYTHING ELSE": YOU NEED TO "GIVE" IN ORDER FOR YOU TO CONTINUE TO "LIVE" OR MAYBE YOU WILL "DIE" FOR BEING "THE GREEDY" WHO WOULD NOT HELP "THE NEEDY"!!!! WHEN "YOU "LEARN" ,GO AHEAD AND "TEACH"!!!SCIENCE IS "KNOWLEDGE",! sCIENCE IS A CERTAIN "KIND"OF KNOWLEDGE.THERE EXIST KNOWLEDGE OF "ALL, ALL, KINDS,AND PHYSICS IS "JUST "ONE"!!! SPIRITUAL KNOWLEDGE IS WHERE "ALL SCIENCE,AND EVERY THING THAT CAN EXIST COMES FROM IN THE "UNIVERSE"....NOW "THE PHYSIST CAN BUST A "NUT" AND FINALLY "COME! THERE IS A .NUT TO CAUSE A .NUT.COM.AND THIS CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE!!! .COM=.NUT. WHAT IS .COM WITHOUT .NUT?
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Goree Island
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014
I see the blood
of my ancestors
that swell
in the Atlantic ocean
on
Goree Island -
The unmerciful ill winds
that fell
over my people,
in Senegal,
on that
horrific night,
brought the European's,
across the Atlantic,
to our Village -
Everything
in the world
changed forever,
and
will never be forgotten,
when the "unthinkable"
cruel acts
of slavery,
cloaked my people
like
darkness in the night -
White men
dressed in British
formal attire,
brought with them,
bullwhip's, chains, machetes,
and rifles,
to capture us.....
to ENSLAVE us!
We were brutally beaten,
and
taken to
the House of Slaves,
on Goree Island -
The malice intent
of
the British,
intensified our
suffering
at the slave house,
as they
cuffed us to
the walls,
in neck, waist,
and
ankle chains -
Days would pass,
some of us died
from
diseases,
and
starvation,
while waiting
for
the slave ship
to come
from the Americas -
The hideous inhumane
acts
by the British,
sold us
as property,
as we were
auctioned off as
commodity,
to the Americas,
during
the Atlantic Slave Trade
The mournful ness
in our helpless eyes,
spoke of horrendous fear,
as a feeling of distraught,
distress,
and despair,
clothed us
like
death -
We are innocent people
that will never
see our families again
Our homeland again -
It's unfathomable,
to see black souls in chains,
taking those final usurious
steps towards the "Door Of No
Return,"
in the House Of Slaves,
which left its ugly mark,
on the whole global earth -
Once through
the Door Of No Return,
we were sold to the Americas,
and
faced a future of
severe beatings, burnings,
hangings, lynchings,
and
rape -
To this day,
ancient spirits
of
black people,
still scream in rage
on
Goree Island,
where an untold number
of us were
slaughtered,
and
branded
before walking
through the slave door,
of
an uncertain future -
The ominous clouds
of slavery,
will
forever cast
a dark shadow,
over the
House Of Slaves,
the Door Of No Return,
and the world -
Goree Island,
in the Atlantic Ocean,
will forever
cry tears of blood,
from the souls of
black people -
A Tune in Troon
In the Scottish village of Troon
To the lilt of a Western tune,
A man dressed in black
With the sun at his back
Created the scene from High Noon.
A man mysterious and cool,
A man who was nobody's fool,
Mirror shades hid his eyes
And were just a disguise
Which he wore every day as a rule.
They covered the view of his soul
While he continued his stroll,
Past the church and the Minister
Who thought him quite sinister
And best to avoid on the whole.
From the pub came sounds of a tune,
The familiar lilt of High Noon
So he drank down his Carling,
Embraced his own darling,
Then faced his opponent in Troon.
By seven o'clock it was done,
He'd acted his part and he'd won,
The game had been played
And still wearing his shades
He said that the golf had been fun.
But the men of Shane or High Noon
Weren't the sort to be found in Troon,
No golf clubs, no fun
And when all's said and done,
Mirror shades were only .....
..... invented in the nineteen-sixties
Cedars whisker the ditch along Possum Branch Road. Such small little fellers, hardly worth calling a tree. Some say haints put a spell on the whole two thousand arcres. Maybe so, maybe not, but leastways, the land wont grow even a decent scrub oak these days. Being mostly swamp, the creepy crawlers infest every rat hole and tuft of wire grass. The old run down Elizabethan house used to be a place of excitement back during reconstruction. It had the latest wood burners you could find in the south. Then the family started dying off- - - one by one. The old cajun Mammie came up with more fixins than you could shake a stick at, but nothing worked. The last one of the family died back in 1923. A marker in the small family grave yard still reads, "Here lies the last of 300 years worth of Deveroux. God save the Queen and these here states." Most of the markers are barely readable now, being so pitted by the weather. As long as Mammy lived, folks would drive their old buggies and rattletrap cars around the place. That's why they's that big bend in the road around it.
Anyways, you don't want a flat tire close to the place at night. There be a strange blue green light coming out from the small grave yard. Some folks say they suddenly had passengers in their back seats if they happened along at the right time. But I say, there ain't no right time for a rotton stranger to show up in your back seat, and not have a word to say. But remember one thing, if you are there at that house and a stranger shows up in the back seat, don't look straight at him. You will go blind for twenty four hours, and your food tastes rotton for a week. It's really bad because you just HAVE to eat somethin'.
So you best just stay off of Possum Branch road, even in the day time. There's folks out there that just ain't right.