In a prison cell that fairly reeked
I heard the song my soul never seeked,
an eternal, sorrowful lament
encircled by rats, steel and cement.
Freedom or hope could never emerge,
just a woeful, wailing dirge.
Once, you held the golden key,
but said your love was not for me,
condemning me to this lonely cell,
a strangely cold and desolate hell.
Now that I've lived my last sad day,
my heart and soul, wasted away.
Dear lady, I leave you just this scrawl
written on a prison wall.
When they blocked a UN resolution condemning the illegal war,
When they blamed the victim for starting the war,
When they dispensed with even crocodile tears for
The Minab victims,
When they kept silent on hospital atrocities,
And seized Iran's ship of medicine, and ignored
The ecological disaster,
Nothing but ashes remained of western civilization,
Disappeared like bruises on history.
multifaceted, love reigns among creative works
proving its worth and wonders midst woes of whys
evidenced by divine love whose source is God
my heart can attest with bliss
as faith testifies
without iota of doubt
love divine prevails
acquitting lamentable condemning emotions
midst freedom of blest sharing and caring bliss
indeed, God's love* imputes no guilt midst clemency's worth
*1 John 4:10 Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
February 19, 2026
6th place, "Voir Dire on Love" Suzette Prime Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 3/2/2026
UN delegates walk out on Israel’s Prime Minister speech
They all walked out, feigning scorn
This is how decency gets mourned
That walk of shame, like the perps
The deaf and dumb, immoral twerps
The rotten body of UN
It shows it’s worth, I am no fan
Most sided strongly with Hamas
The slime that dreams of “Jews to gas”
The world’s a very cruel place
It wants a scum in Zion’s space
Condemning not kidnapped and killed
“The Palestine’s Sweethearts Guild”
Baptized by shame, for all to see
They wouldn’t listen to a plea
Well done Hamas, Iran, Qatar
This walk, both vile and bizarre
The evil spirits ran for cover
In hallways they preferred to hover
While facts dissected utter darkness
The uglies couldn't stand the starkness
Yet truth prevails, be it known
Israel wins, if all alone
No, never be no Palestine
An outcome to which resign
September 26, 2025
those that condemn will never be gone, they’ll wither in indifference
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
The Villian in Someone's Eyes
Walking through these chapters of familiar fires.
Are you responsible for someone's clinging to
Old versions of you?
Villian in Someone's eyes.
Ongoing condemning and manipulation on evaluating
others.
Most people don't understand themselves, So let
them continue to misunderstand you.
Some actions are preceived as villainous acts
because lack of control.
She's not backing down yet She's her own advocate,
Accept this role and continue to protect your peace.
Set boundaries keep moving forward in this illusion
of assumptions of being a villian in someone's eyes.
The power depends on the people’s will
They were taught to believe this at high school
But as practice has shown, powers like to kill
And the people are forced to obey under rule
So the contract between the people and power
Looks a bit stretched cause it was preset
Do I need a law how to water my flower?
My goodwill’s stipulated without my consent?
And now you self appointed judges get loud
Condemning me for the war in your garden
But you've got the wrong address, dear crowd
Type the proper number of your chosen warden
Am I not responsible for lunar eclipses yet?
Mustn’t I write an explanatory note
On three A 4 sheets of paper, so that
Could be cheerfully taken as my absent vote.
The scars they don't see
Are the ones filled with the most painful memories
The ones you don't have to touch for them to hurt
Our bodies are permanent scars
A reminder of what was once ours
Now the use to start wars
They made it our prison of skin and bones
Condemning us to a life where silence is our home
An eternity of being alone
The scars they don't see
They couldn't have our skin
They couldn't steal our blackness
They didn't want to see us win
They made it their life goal to convince us
Our existence was a sin
It's why we try to be invisible
So they don't use us as a weapon
These are the type of scars
That constantly burn
The ones that yearn
For a life of freedom
For a life we don't have to earn
The ones that don't fade
That can't be tamed
The ones that demand to be named
The ones born from racism
Fueled by discrimination
And continued through oppression
The ones they make to teach us a lesson
If we ever decided to start a rebellion
The ones they carved by the decision
That we were the villains
When in reality their hands were the weapon
Holy Gabriel evil Michael
Pot calling kettle black
Thieves of righteousness
With demonized hands.
Holy Uriel evil Raphael
Birds of the same feather
Father condemning son
Innocent criminal criminalizing Innocent.
Holy David evil Uriah
Evil Sheba holy Bethsheba
One lost a husband the other had none
Bloody Mary turned Angel Katherina.
Holy Satan evil God.
They're always right and you're wrong always
Satan judging demons for a pie
Friend selling friends for money and unquenchable greed.
Most cherished of thoughts, ideas abloom,
spreading, expanding
Overcoming harsh crushing repression,
breaking loose into a fluffy
sacred cloud bound emancipation
Liberation! My spirit takes flight, light,
mellow, blithe and callow
No longer crushed prostrate
'neath the crushing tyranny of the basis gossip
I inhale an atmosphere crisp and fresh,
bounding upward, deep into the wide blue yonder
Grace most astounding ecstatic!
Voices mocking, condemning now stilled-upward
I soar toward a far more welcoming place than
I have ever known
Rejoice!
Life without money
Very boring and funny
But educative
No company to commune with
Solitude your best friend
Constantly reminiscing and relearning.
A broke man, a lonely man
Bitter many days, always angry and worried
Many label him lazy
Forgetting hard times humble people
Many call's him crazy
When caught laughing and happy all alone.
When a man is down
If there's no leaning shoulder
It takes God and miracle
No body understand
Every action or reactions
Makes him lazy and crazy
If you listen and support people
Instead of condemning or humiliating them; They're liberated from whatever.
A man stands looking gleefully
Identity unknown a scary story unfolds
Who is this man standing at the door
The doorway! In the doorway
Smirking almost condemning
My back faced to him
I stand still as my picture is taken
He again looks at me with the utmost glee
That woman I see is as dumb as a tree
Swallowing chunks of fear
I down a couple of drinks
And head to a pier
And into a crowd
I disappear
Blending away into the mist
You know in Greek mythology, humans were created with four heads, four legs, and a head with two faces fearing their power, Zeus split them into two different beings condemning them to spend the rest of their lives in search of the other halves
And I agree with this statement but I think I found mine but not in the way I want to
I thought it would be romantic and like the movies
But it's nothing like that, sure I love her like that
But it turned out different, I met her in a different way
Everything was different in every way but the way I love her is nowhere near different
She makes me feel like I'm floating on a cloud
I enjoy being in love with her, it's different
Sure it hurts at times but at the same time it feels good, and makes me feel special
I never had someone love or in the way she does
It's sweet to know I found my other half
The other me, the only person who understands me
The person who made my life better
The person who made me feel like butterflies and flowers are a part of me and my life
Because of her, I love butterflies and flowers
Men, especially male men are macho,
weirdos always less concerned and
thoughtful then women are. Take a look.
happens and rolls downhill.
So what! Who cares! Could care less!
What the hell. Not my fault. Had nothing
to do with it. There is nothing I can
do about it. Have been same all
of their lives and will never change.
Shortcomings exceed their attributes.
Dangling chads. Key pinch cards.
Full time job trying to be kind,
courteous thoughtful and sincere.
Chop off problem and throw away
like extremities in Civil War. Pile
becomes higher and higher.
Go to church, listen to what God has
to say and then go home and apply it.
That is the Trinity I know in my mind.
Migration is a problem that exists.
It has already happened so what
are you going to do about not condemning,
criticizing and complaining about it.
No action. No reaction or results.
Do nothing and nothing will happen.
You can listen but do not have to
do anything about it. Your choice.
God set standards for you to follow.
Never follow and suffer consequences.
Who cares what you think about problem.
What are you going to do to solve it.
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