Best Respecter Poems
Darkness stalked through the shadowed lands
only briefly glimpsed before vanishing.
It passed through valleys and ridges leaving
in its wake despair and torment and Blood soaked lands.
No friend of light, it kept to the dark paths
releasing disharmony and malcontent in its wake.
No respecter of life's beauty, its intent most malice
feeding on people's fears and greed, it gained in strength.
A veritable feast lay before it as it advanced
and used man's foibles to its personal gain.
Causing strife and friction was its delight
setting one against another chuckling with glee.
Yet, where there is darkness there is also light
and it is daily pushed back into the shadowed lands
from whence it came. Once again it is conquered
by both light and the spring of eternal hope.
Categories:
respecter, dark, light,
Form:
Verse
It came without warning four hours before morning,
respecter of no man nor beast,
though the house was secure it had got in before
and headed straight up the stairs for a feast.
In bed I'd just turned when I felt my leg burn
as the fearsome thing tore at the skin,
I twisted and jerked, none of these tactics worked
as its teeth burrowed further within.
Now prostrate on the floor, I scrambled for the door,
gritted teeth in the silence, I begged,
but no mercy was shown, and I think it's well known
that there's nothing like cramp in your leg.
Categories:
respecter, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
The Bad, The Ugly and The Good (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)
The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear no man; No Sir!!!
I answer to only One Master. That’s Heaven’s Prime Minister.
I am the player-hating, man-baiting Sister Disaster.
I’ll woo you, thrill you, then …kill you; true that, mister!
I just swagger thru the city with my ‘Ghetto Blaster’,
I don’t mean sounds, fool!!! I mean my ‘piece’ … to blast ya!!!
I am the mean-looking, menacing Monster Mobster.
I’ll cut ya, shred ya, and have me a pasta fiesta.
I do not boil ‘em…! No sah!! I’d eat a live lobster!
I’m so mean ….Hey! ..I’ll even steamroller your hamster!!!
I am the fast-talking, Bible-bashing Pastor Imposter.
I’ll bless you, fleece you, then sex-up Sister Disaster
I’m just a shyster - but please don’t tell the Menacing Mobster!
She’s the God-fearing Gangsta’s wife - and the Mobster’s sister!
The Ugly (Badder)
I am the flesh-eating, life-sapping, Cluster-Sinister.
I am impartial; care not for class, colour, creed or gender.
I am microbe, but not a person-respecter; ask the sex inspector.
I am sorry, but for me to survive, you have to become a spectre.
I am the tear-jerking, game-changing, people-Prankster
I get called ‘*****’, ‘Sod’, …some even call me a ‘Mater-Conjugator’.
I don’t like Gangsters, Mobsters and especially that dodgy Pastor
I may get mad, or even get even; Call me ‘Life’, or call me ‘Karma’.
The Good (Baddest)
I am the Beginning, the Alpha/Omega; Heaven’s only Prime Minister
I wrote the Good Book, but look inside, I have never been a Jester!
I carry fire and brimstone to bolster my holster - you’d better helter-skelter!
I mete out justice, and vengeance administer: you'd better pray faster!!!
(Fg 81.5.8 - January 2016)
Categories:
respecter, bullying, funny, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
Cancer - The Invader
By Betty Harp Butler
Cancer does not knock-
It invades.
It comes when you least expect it,
When things are going just fine.
Then boom!
And in it wades.
It takes you by surprise,
When you have always been so healthy.
It is no respecter of persons.
It’s comes to the poor, and also to the wealthy.
You must not think, “it couldn’t happen to me.”
It can, and it does, as many people see.
Don’t be complacent, check things out.
It could happen to you-there is no doubt (get tested).
It did happen to me
When I least expected it.
A routine doctor’s exam,
And a quick mammogram,
Revealed the ugly truth,
I had Cancer with a capital C.
When you get news like that,
It frightens you, just hearing it.
Along with the fear, I remembered,
“I have faith in God!”
He will be with me through all that.
It took a long time to recuperate.
I had very good caretakers around the clock at my home.
I came through the surgery just fine.
I had faith.
God was with me all the way.
It happened in August 2018.
I was eighty-five years old.
I am eighty-seven years old now and doing well.
God has been very good to me.
He has blessed me with good children and caretakers.
I thank God for adding years to my allotted days.
God is good!
Categories:
respecter, cancer, encouraging, endurance, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Death
Who is no respecter of persons
Beloved, haters
Gather around
Secluded murmurs and vents
Bloodshot corneas
Shudders, silence
Some to merry only
Black, oblivion
Disbelief, later epiphany
Resounding salutations
Indeed! Some only to make merry - come
Its desire: unquenchable
Like the Queen, never late
Departing she returns
Again without announcement.
Categories:
respecter, bereavement, death, death of
Form:
Ode
(for Jim Ducker)
The growth plundered your voice,
robbing it of tone; you spoke
in well-articulated whispers, inhaling
through that tube thing in your throat.
You shone, in spite of it all.
No self-pity, even near the end,
after years of speaking to us
in breaths the way you did –
yet you had a voice, old friend.
Always the bright guy at the bar,
you brought a twinkle
even to a whisper; a susurrus of wit
would penetrate the tedious tones
of those for whom EastEnders
and the latest from The X Factor
provided fodder for barroom babble.
Struggling to be heard but stubbornly
winning with smiles and quips,
you were never less than sparky
with your crackling one-liners
and the percussion of your Good Advice.
Quite suddenly you died;
thirteen months ago you died.
You would not wish me to reach
for a soppy synonym.
You did not pass away:
you died, you died, you died.
I handled your affairs –
so long ago, it seems;
but time and distance are
such fragile things, and grief
is no respecter of them:
whisper its name
and it will return to you.
Categories:
respecter, absence, bereavement, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
In the old woods did yang jump and laugh
For the weather was good for the fish he sought
In the ornate mansion did ying fret and cry
For wealth was the reason her parents fought
Deep within, she hoped she had a bit of yang’s peace
The hook was bad and yang hoped for a bit of ying’s wealth
To mend the old hook the fish incessantly did tease
The best did ying have but still suffered a fragile health
In a corner somewhere, yang knew something was missing
But simply dismissed the piercing idea of the impossible
Somewhere far, ying had that special feeling again teasing
But simply dismissed the piercing idea of the impossible
A fortnight in that picturesque made a deep mark
Which differences helplessly could not efface
The hybrid was strong and nothing did it lack
For it will take more than death for the mark to erase
The ying-yang was no respecter of time and place
It simply brought the dispersed pieces together
And carefully taught the proud to be mild and meek
In total obedience to the power of the love they seek
Like magic, it carried the two to the world they searched
For the odds of life and principles of man it defied
Creating a quintessential world where the duo perched
With only the strength and power of their love to be relied on
Like a lock and key, the pieces fitted exactly
Incomprehensibly making the impossible possible like a dream
Like an enzyme and substrate, ying-yang together grew perfectly
With its infectious power flowing about like a stream
Silently granting anyone willing the complete healing
Ready to free anyone from the rancor celibacy could not mend
It shows itself blatantly to a duo with a common feeling
And rewards those who listen with a jewel they can’t lend
A jewel meant for and only worn by two destined to wear
A jewel that tells a sad and happy story of a once blind pair
Who were deaf to the cries and screams of some power within
Instructing them with a map, to find their destined true love
Categories:
respecter, love, world, old, fish,
Form:
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen
DEATH
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOST
Umm………………………..
The end of mens sojourn
An August visitor
A must that all living dislike
Is there any armour against it?
A thief that strike unnoticed
A destroyer
A snatcher;
He snatches the forgotten
The free born
The most sought after
Even the loved ones are not left out
He snatches the kings maker
The princes and the princess
The queens are not excluded
Not to talk of the kings
He is a cruel servant
He is no respecter of anyone
So ruthless
The offer of gold, brass, and bronze
He rejects
The best attire in style never freak him
What a cruel you are
A ticket to the judgement hall
The leverage amongst all
He is not a friend of all classes;
Pauper, slave and the wealthy
Oh death
The breaker of the umbreakable bond.
Categories:
respecter, anger, anxiety, august, bereavement,
Form:
Elegy
LOVE IS A FACT BELIEVE IT OR NOT,
IT HAS NO RESPECTER; NOT LANGUAGE,
RELIGION NOR POSITION. IT IS UNDISPUTED,
WHETHER YOU KNOW SO OR NOT,
LIVING WITHOUT IT IS LIVING A LIFE NOT IN A BETTER STATE THAN A VAGABOND,
UR LIFE HAS JUST BEEN WASTED,
U AR WORST THAN A DOG.
ANY BEAUTY WITHOUT IT IS OF NO WORTH,
AND ITS VIRTUES ARE FAKE,
A MAN WITHOUT IT IS NOT WORTHY OF LIVING AMONG OTHERS,
FOR HE HAS NO SENSE OF BELONGING,
A NATION WITHOUT IT SHOULD BE DESERTED OR WILL BE A TERROR TO OTHERS,
A GENERATION WITHOUT IT IS WORTHY OF NEVER EXISTED,
A WORLD WITHOUT IT IS NOT WORTH LIVING IN. BUT TOO MUCH OF IT BRINGS DESTRUCTION,
FOR IT HAS POWER TO DESTROY AND TO CREATE.
CELEBRATE IT WITH THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THE AWESOMENESS OF ITS EXISTENCE.
KANU (JKANE) EKPEZU
Categories:
respecter, love, valentines day, life,
Form:
Blank verse
Sitting on the beach, watching the waves gently lap the shore,
Thinking about life and all the good and the bad things I’ve done before.
Wondering why God allows the devil to cause so many souls to be lost,
And wondering why man can’t stop doing wrong when he knows the final cost.
It’s not up to us to question God, but to be obedient and follow His every word,
Can you imagine Noah, and the task God gave him and how the people thought how absurd?
Noah was faithful and followed what God had said,
He and his family were the only ones left living, while those that scoffed were dead.
And right now we are living in very exciting times and I wonder how many are ready for our Saviors return?
Are we following Jesus or man, a simple question but I wonder if we’ll ever learn?
Look at the world right now, those that don’t believe in Christ, they are an angry lot,
It’s not like they are being forced to believe in Jesus, as far as I know they’re not.
I don’t know if they feel threatened or what has put the burr under their saddle,
But we weren’t the ones that started this battle.
The United States has been blessed for many years, but I feel we’ve worn our blessings thin,
And if we keep taking God out of and off of everything, how can this country function let alone win?
Leviticus 18:22 God says is an abomination, what they just made legal in California the other day,
God is not a respecter of persons, and if we choose to follow man then come judgment day be ready to pay.
If it was a good law don’t you think our forefathers would have passed it 232 years ago?
We have a voice and allowing things that we know are not right has become too common this I do know!
Two wrongs don’t make a right and if we don’t get our acts together then we all will pay the price,
This country was founded on Christian faith and the word of God and we need to return to those ways is my advice!
The last half a century we have replaced morals with technology and let the devil run wild,
And as grownups it’s time we stand up and start setting examples to our neighbors and that ever watching little child!
Categories:
respecter, hopegod, god,
Form:
Couplet
God, why do you like to be in control?
Why do we keep making mistakes and you keep correcting them?
Aren’t you ever tired?
Do we ask you too much?
Have you ever put anything off?
Do you always know what to do?
Is everything easy for you?
Why are you not a respecter of persons?
Okay, God, I have asked You way too much
It is time for me to talk to you normally
God, what did you do yesterday?
Can’t do that
Here I am asking you again
Okay where have you been lately?
What places have you been to?
What – I can’t say anything without asking You
What is the deal?
God, do you like staying here with us?
And help us?
God, You are the greatest Father anyone can have
And you would do anything for us
Love you so much God
Glad you never leave
Thank you Father
Love you, your daughter Toquyen
Categories:
respecter, faith, funny, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
GREY HAIR
It use to
be
the masses
last resort
when the grey hair
was wholesome wisdom
and law
no respecter
of being
but no more
A strand
of grey hair
now gold carat
so justice
is thrown
into the
embrace of mint
Categories:
respecter, satire
Form:
Verse
Scaling the walls outside
Like an agile athlete
Prayers is going out
For the sinners, the needy
And just as the demons retreat
A sudden drop of cold sweat
Rush down the monk's forehead
For a faint sound of a window pane
Falling to the floor in splinters
The last syllable paused
To a sound so sinister
In the dead of night
Two eyes meet
It was love at first sight
The jewel the thief stole
Was the monk's heart
Incidents like this makes
Many relate to fate
For the monk love boosted his faith
As for the cat burglar
She found love and salvation
Love is divine
She couldn't help but tarried
In a few months wedding bells rang
Who would have thought
An unusual union
Love is no respecter of persons
Categories:
respecter, adventure, crazy, deep, fantasy,
Form:
The most precious thing is breath;
It's the wall between life and death.
A universal and unifying energy
that gives mortal bodies synergy.
More than a mixture of elements,
It is nature's super supplements.
Not a respecter of race or religion;
it spans across realms and regions.
Racists would have been more logical
if breath and skin colour are identical.
What leaves the body at death is vital,
Not race but what makes us mortal.
As long as breath of life has no colour,
Racism will remain a sign of dishonour.
Categories:
respecter, anti bullying, identity, inspiration,
Form:
Couplet
It either comes stealthily at first like a spy or announces as a fanfare but more often
like a bride in white being no respecter of beings or things equally fooling all in the
guise of a fluffy warm blanket.
It is the delight of children who miss school and teenagers having a mock cricket or
baseball match as a form of courting.
It is the bane of commuters even worse than a leaf on the line, fog on the tarmac or
gales shutting ships in or out of port and slip siding away on the roads.
It is a mixed blessing to the old bringing back to the brim of memory the tales of youth
more exciting than any computer game or the fear of bringing with it loneliness and
racketing fuel bills.
It is for those sleeping rough or the unemployed a frigid beauty or just dirty and ugly
as though nature is also against them as well as the state or society too.
It takes the boredom from our doldrums of the post Christmas celebrations and New
Year revelries before Spring and Easter give us hope these often so hopeless times.
Categories:
respecter, winter, easter,
Form:
Free verse