Best Segregate Poems
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
Thoughts of Infinite Light
Thru no beginning and everlasting end, the loving light shall transcend
The Angels of illumination shall defend its passionate passage to extend
From within infinitesimal space, the internal light will forgive and reface
Like a perennial parallel interface, your digital soul will eagerly embrace
For when the darkness sets in its divide the light of love shall provide
In your attempts to segregate and hide look within the light will guide
Your sins and shame shall regress as you absorb the fruitful fluoresce
For when you repent and confess the living light shall blissfully bless
Thru eternities of illuminating light His love will never leave your sight
Thru absolute abyss and fevered fright comfort in His love and erudite
In man's dominance dilemma a need for pensive penance and excreta
Look upon the Alfa & Omega the Lamb of God of infinite light the Pieta.
~~~Let there be light~~~
...dedicated to Victor Buhagiar...
April.06.2018
Easter 2018
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Winter has cast its strangling hold inside and outside.
The joys I have known are gone.
Cold winds blow bleak and harsh.
The flowers in my garden have wilted and withered.
All things sweet have passed and flown away.
Flakes of snow, layer on layer, lie piled within,
And harden as rocks with worms of fear inching their way,
To eat away all the delicate buds of hope.
Spring, Oh! Spring grace me with your regal smile,
Brightening my sky with constellations of stars.
Crash down the walls that segregate, leaving me a fugitive,
And pour love's balm into my bruised soul.
Possess me as an unseen benevolent spirit,
Thawing the frozen interiors with your warm sunshine!
"Consistency"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate! Investigate! Litigate!
Incarcerate? Degradate? Incinerate?
Rejuvenate! Captivate! Demonstrate!
Innovate! Motivate! Fascinate!
Anticipate! Dedicate! Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate! Detonate! Annihilate!
Separate? Segregate? Disintegrate!
Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine.
Coveted by the splendor of our sight,
we horde the natural beauty as it is our given right.
The Peony Roses are captivated in our possessive might.
The beauty must defend or to shatter and remain in a vibrant tatter.
For each life is to begin in the epoch,
of uncertainty, fruitless, and in a perilous world of bitterness.
As for all the desires to be fulfilled in the end of the epoch;
seeking meaning and clarity as their souls,
reaching for sweet unity.
In the courts,
man throws his mighty stick,
changing the rules, scheming a new trick.
See the weightless power of man
and the fear at hand that he brings.
In the churches,
the prayers of woman
in a quiet peace,
for a faithful praying
as she sings.
A vicious world with beauty,
hiding as a flower.
Attraction to peril in fury,
as we deviate from a greater power.
Was it a Greater Being’s perfect mistake,
or a beautiful mistake by elements of chance?
In the birth of creativity,
allowing mistakes to creep in.
Seeking the perfect form in nature,
while there is no true formality.
Living with these two extremities,
of the hot desert summers days
and the cold arctic winter nights.
The Peony rose hiding away in the sun rays,
and sleeps under the distant star lights.
Vanity or our pride of youth,
we become prisoners of our own devise.
Dreaming of tomorrow as a given truth.
Selfish thoughts we never considered unwise,
we desire for the things we can never own.
We covet what we see
The beauty we can never be.
The danger of the rose.
The aggressions of a Man
and the tenderness of a Woman
can be read by the hardness of his hands
and the softness of her touch.
Is it the end of a gentle beauty of the rose,
To look at her pedals, smell her sent,
feel her touch,
and still be pained by his thorns in the stem?
Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker
I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her
Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution
She's my problem solver, always got a solution
Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed
Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead
Me and her have intercourse, love to bust
A wonderful relationship, filled with trust
I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut
Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up
Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds
Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds
Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline
Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine
Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate
The real from the fake, hope you can relate
Backstabbing fools, smile in your face
That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist
Mess around, make me catch a big case
Gotta' get away, try and make some space
Hopping on planes, to get away from lames
'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game
Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life
They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife
They done made me mad, go grab my tools
For my craft, time to put work on these fools
Social conscious, the brain behind the hand,
it’s wooden spoon ready to smack the non-conforming adult /s/,child/ren.
Driven by western views of political correctness,
it dictates how we should be and what we should become.
Weaving its web within the fabric of society,
legislative acts and the cynical ideals of who?
Always ready to shout out your wrong!!!,
never commending those who are right.
Forced upon minorities in a stereotypical way
look these people need to be saved,
it’s one sided propaganda eagerly displays,
many shames of what were acceptable ways.
Power, control, suppression, aggression
this seems pretty prejudice to me,
why else would it segregate the people,
instead of helping the people to be free.
Let’s disempower the people,
then they wonder why?
These people have no control!
I don’t know why they act surprised?
Social conscious dictates social change,
social change denotes someone pays,
the ones who pay force change,
so social conscious always wins at the end of the day.
There’s two sides to every coin,
but only one to social conscious,
who is the conscious behind social conscious?
think about that……..
Why do people look at me
as if, I'm fruit from a poisonous tree
I'm not strange and wouldn't hurt a flea
yet they act, as if they see a killer bee
Avoiding eye contact, then running off
I'm brand new and not feed from a trough
I'm not beautiful, just a piece of fine art
take a look, you'll see, what sets me apart
I may look big but, I'm an average weight
When you pick me up, your fear will abate
You can hold me with your hand, to investigate
If you want to learn the truth, don't speculate
People segregate, perpetuate or regulate fear
Please let me educate you, about my sear
Put my butt, on your shoulder, and hold it there
As you learn, practice safety and always beware
I'm strong and powerful and benefit all mankind
Vision and sanity required, I can't read man's mind
I'm a new semi-automatic weapon with many a name
Man made, blame his greed, insanity for the shame
Dark to black and beaten skin to living bone.
Chosen by name and marked by birth.
You hang me, cajole me and yellow badge me.
You segregate, strip and stick me. Jackboot,
shoot and gas me, but most of all you humiliate
me. You denigrate my living soul
A nation of teutons, with stiff arms and
hearts fired with ice and faux compassioned
isolation. You, who possess the freedom to hate
without reproach are abhorred, like the
craven lice you name me to be
Now, free from your chains, I rise up. And,
without trial, I beat you with relish and hang you
with my revenge-filled heart. Is this not a
reasonable crime? Will my peers turn away an
understandable eye? Where does my revenge end
and your piety-ridden justice begin?
You, sat in your smug-filled homes, wearing your
warm coats and smoking your dollar-cancered cigars,
eating your belly-filling beliefs. Drinking with your
full-sized families while reading through your
victory-fogged lenses.
I am hungry and I shall be fed. But I; I shall feed upon
dead beliefs and drink without a full-sized family.
Dark Side
Date: Mon, Oct 19 2015 at 5:44 PM
I'm on "Probation"
I can't catch any "Cases"
Cause they goin give me a "Equation"
I feel like grabbing the "Knife"
Of "Mike"
And "Jasons"
An put nails in my face like "Hellraiser"
An I'm feeling hot I feel like I'm goin to hell and Murdering "Satan"
An Blow up a couple police "Stations"
Blow up a bank an leave no "Traces"
Take over military "Bases"
An steal a Tank an come up the block "Blazing"
With my Army in "Helicopters"
In Nightvision goggles and "Binoculars"
Send the swoop in from the Walkie "Talkies"
Search and Destroy "Kamikaze"
Take over the white house with the "Haitians"
In a shirt printed Jamrock with " Jamaica"
An Army of "Jamaicans"
Cubans some "Natives"
An hang everybody "Racist'
An a Klan of " Caucasians "
Can't forget Africa an my Latin "Brothers"
With some Latin Queens dressed like "Bandits" they will feel what's "Suffer"
With Trained Lions blowing Elephant "Tusks"
On Elephants while the world sirens till Dawn to "Dusk"
A couple engineers from "China"
This the Vengeance of the "Messiah"
I'm "Zechariah"
I didn't forget the "Asians"
The "Canadians"
This the Revolution of all "Nations"
They goin really have to "Segregate" Us
Y'all Killed "MARTIN" LUTHER "KINGS - Dreams"
This the NIGHTMARE MARTIN LUTHER "Seen'
I'm the Seed of Malcolm "X"
They didn't Need Now Malcolm "Resurrect"
Like the Lazarus "Effect"
Tupac in the "Flesh"
I was trained by DMX Now it's time to show them Tricks from "BMX"
Black Mafia Family this the new "BMF"
I'm here Eazy now you can "Rest"
What y'all thought we was goin keep marching for "Respect"
No we charging now until "Death"
No Reparations No "Check"
No Pays for our "Debt"
So nice of you to mention
from your lofty Bully Pulpit
the bravery and sacrifice
of honor driven men.
Spewing verbose platitudes
that smell of self inclusion,
when pack straps, boots, and pistol belts
have never chaffed your skin.
The microphone before you there
will magnify your ego;
with bold, practiced inflection
you'll dispense your puffery.
Styled and dyed, your hair was
never sweat or helmet flattened,
your suit is by Brooks Brothers
and your tie is by committee.
You segregate your audience
and know them before speaking,
a patriot for veterans,
fear monger for the weak.
Quote the bible for the clergy;
they want to hear you pray,
and praise the second amendment
when you address the N. R. A.
Tell the minions "God will guide you,"
keep in step the righteous;
and rants against "entitlements"
plays well in wealthy homes.
Your conjured Muslim bogey men
sell billion dollar bombers;
while at the local high school
there's a bake sale to buy books.
It's no secret that good leadership is essential in life
For if you're not properly lead you may experience stress and strife
Good leaders are needed to show us how to do things right
Good leaders are prevalent in showing us God's light
A blind man named Bartimaeus was s beggar on the side of the road
He was in a precarious situation if the truth were to be told
He needed a way out of his dereliction
He needed a good leader to give him direction
And yet when I look our political situation these days
I see clowns who want to be leaders and I immediately start to pray
Not many are called, a few are chosen and less have been commissioned
But when a person has the right stuff he will have God's permission
Thank God for those seasons when good leaders manifest
Those who have been called to correct and address
To show us what's right and how to have a good attitude
To challenge us and help us develop the right aptitude
So that we are made ready to face controversy
And are better prepared to face the advesary
Good leaders are called to show us the true posture of God
And how to walk humbly and strive mercifully with love in our hearts
Good leaders are chosen to challenge the status quo
And show us how little we actually know
To remind us not to judge but just accept
For good leaders don't look down nor do they expect
Everyone to be perfect and in the right place
For good leaders are like the roadside church of Jesus offering mercy and grace
Now the roadside church of Jesus does not discriminate
The roadside church of Jesus does not segregate
It calls out to any and all who have a need or desire
As the roadside church of Jesus is godly inspired
There are no rules or regulations that may spiritually impede
The roadside church of Jesus is about serving one's needs
Good leaders are commissioned to help bring about change
Full of the Holy Spirit that has the power to rearrange
Any circumstances and all situations
Any problems and all complications
Good leaders are commissioned to comprehend and understand
What is required to be a godly woman or man
To let us know that a roadside mentality
Will not lead you towards prosperity
Good leaders are called, chosen and commissioned in life
To correct, challenge and change us to be like the roadside church of Christ
This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,
To...
You...
So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!
How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to
having white lovers, if less racism
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To
You...
STOP THE ROT
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Who am I to judge or make comment?
Tell a story about the past and present
When I live and work in Australia
And can’t claim this place as my home
…
For the original inhabitants, indigenous people
Claim Australia as theirs, say it was stolen
Forget about the white folk and what they have achieved
This great land of plenty should be shared by all
…
I feel we should live as one nation with a united voice
Share the spoils and reap the rewards for all
Live and let live in peace and harmony
Treat all as equals in all things Australian
…
Australian born and bred for 70 years plus
Living in a country divided flying two flags
I have no choice this place is home to me
But feel alienated in a foreign land
…
To segregate, alienate, divide and cause disharmony
Resentment and abuse of the law of the land
Governments must show courage, lead by example
Not favor one people over another for political gain
We will pay dearly for saying sorry for deeds of the past
If the original inhabitants have their way
We should not be held to ransom for the past
By those with an agenda to divide this nation
…
Let commonsense prevail, put the past to bed
Whilst remembering the wrongs that took place
Join the two flags to signify a nation as one
Let this be the crux that heals the rift that exists
…
Maybe then the rot will stop
“TSUNAMI”
May we had been prescient of the disaster,
The ocean with anger gave a bite bitter;
On this day some years back,
Every heart witnessed pain’s track;
Water is our life, our source,
That day it brutally changed its course;
Dead bodies everywhere found in stalk,
Even the peaceful evening not survived with walk;
It had the power to thrash the base,
No one wants to return back in that phase;
The buildings which were world famous,
That moment nothing there to call it glamorous;
Japanese were the first to give it name,
TSUNAMI got its globally known fame;
Be it India, Sri Lanka or Indonesia,
Water that minute had only single agenda;
First time then I sensed brotherhood,
People came to help, whatever they could;
When the ocean came to segregate,
The whole world stood not to enervate;
It imparted a lesson that day,
We harm environment, soon we have doomsday;
Let’s help to maintain ecological balance,
Every act to sustainable development we have to commence;
Though we lived, we got saved,
Biosphere told to protect, walk the way it paved;
Contamination will lead to retaliation,
Mother Earth seems to be on verge of frustration;
Join hands with wildlife, forestry and nature,
Build up present to have better future;
Tear apart every sinister from society,
Taste the environment, say no more to calamity.