Here we are again
The Deep State’s propaganda machine
Called out for doing what they do best;
Lying, omitting, disinforming, twisting the facts
To delude the masses, or at least half of them.
Why is it called fake?
Because story after story
Have been debunked as the official hoax
They always were,
And which they were awarded Pulitzers for
And never gave back. Nor ever will.
Story after story
Churns up this swamp, repackaging it
As pure mountain spring water,
Damaging the whole market for news.
What is there to even believe these days?
Who knows, but certainly not
What the Lamestream Legacy Media tells US.
And tries so hard to sell you, again.
(9/22/26)
ONE HELL OF A THING TODAY: MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
No more white-hooded lynchings of us.
Today, it’s the ice-cold severing of our rights:-
The red POTUS is making America great again:
Mocking JUNETEENTH; praising 4Th OF JULY.
For him, peace has been deemed as damaging oppression;
And must be put to rest with power-mongering war.
All Zeus-like forms of governing legislation have been iced out.
And new Satanic-like legislative amendments have returned hell on earth.
And the years of slavery that made America great for ancestral power mongers,
Has now been replaced by oppressive, power-mongering political injustice.
Just look at today’s White House Garden of Evil:
Therein, hangs a devilish, hellavah, red snake:-
Helplessly figuring life without your support.
Were you my first love?
Trying to mend the mistakes you caused.
Did you leave me on the shore?
Building a wall no one can tear.
Is this because of your faults?
Remembering what it's like having you around.
How did I live while having you damaging my core?
Scared to connect with your mirror,
because if I do, my life would be a loophole.
Guilt crawling into me while distancing.
Is this the power that a father has on a soul?
Smiling while I navigate through this world.
Jealous when I see that other people have more.
Triggered by every word that you spoke,
because only you know what's behind that door.
drawback
dire, detrimental
damaging, threatening, menacing
debt, injury, bonus, knowledge
aiding, supporting, calming
pleasant, delightful
benefit
In this deeply divided country
where we treat one another with disdain…
where we use the most damaging and hurtful words…
may we take a page out of nature…
and learn a lesson from the birds
For we will never achieve a peaceful and balanced flight…
when the right wing hates the left
and the left wing hates the right…
For every bird knows..
when it looks up to the sky….
the left wing needs the right wing
and the right wing needs the left
If it’s is ever going to fly.
The weeping willow tosses in the wind
its seeds fall in a haphazard way,
landing in all nooks and crannies.
Sprouting buds break the earth
in no particular order for this birth.
A tree begins to grow
and a connection is made with another.
The two trees intertwine both limbs and roots,
bringing a union of a sort.
They are coupled in all ways
sharing rain drops and sunshine
as they hover over one another.
Then their growth takes a different path,
branches straight across twisted ones,
roots running shallow over deeper ones,
sun and rain that no longer feed.
The entangled inseparableness that gave them such strength,
now at its core would only bring angst.
The binding bond that had been their crucial crest,
now symbolic of a misguided quest.
To tear apart their growth together,
may seem damaging forever.
But without this desperate separation,
leaves and flowers will have trouble creating.
Lashing out without a care.
Oblivious to the damaging wounds you caused.
Mortal blows your tongue lashings.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Jumping annoying damaging monkey is tiger's favorite food!
Usury is evil, its wrong at any equasion.'
By any means, in any Nation.' Wether the
Means be matterial? Elemental even
emotional. Or food? Its a parasitical system
That is most damaging and crude.' Away with all such I must say, to encourage freedom in humanitys
lifestyle, its by far the better way.!
To Love money, wastes precious time..It
Is evil in its root, and creates rotten fruit
As we observe; to this present day.'
If we think of everyone and everything as precious and beautiful…
then every moment this beauty…we should do our best to be enjoying it…
And make it our mission to walk through all this beauty
without damaging or destroying it.
how the pendulum swings
from the perspective of a poet
a lonely poet
spewing out painful poetry
poaching prideful strangers
it's magical
and miserable
the pendulum
akin to decision-making
but I am no decision maker
I am barely a writer, even less of a poet
I thought a line came to my mind this morning
it was around 4:30am
that was the first swing
on my first day of writing in a new place
the perspective of a poet
regarding one's on poetry, writing
it's devastating, more so damaging
but by 4:30pm, a few titles came to mind (unfortunately no lines worth jotting down)
a poet's swinging pendulum
It comes without warning,
a gale of damaging demons,
all from within me.
These terror tremors
have no witnesses to view
The winds are relentless,
navigation is reeling.
The next day the sun rises
and this dance will start anew.
I try to stand strong on board,
my friends are a less few.
Titanic waves will continue,
with this thinning of the crop,
it will not stop.
I am now one of the last standing,
with a different dimension,
to ride this wave is to lean the sail windward.
The only salvation is to become another,
an entity that is just a rendition.
"The wound is the place where the light enters you".
As a woman, been hurt many times,
Rejected, ignored, ridiculed,
Still, if there is a rebirth,
If I return to this earth again,
I want to be a woman!
I never knew words can be so hurtful,
Words can inflict wounds as cruel as a dagger can.
When I was bruised, I learned to bear that pain,
Staying unperturbed, upright and strong.
In those moments I realized,
It’s not only the agony I am going through,
I am being enlightened by suffering,
Disillusioned with human nature,
Humans can be as cruel as animals,
Sometimes may be more.
Those wounds were not life-threatening,
Nor were they damaging for my mental health,
They did not break me.
Instead a serene light entered into me,
My vision of the world became unclouded,
My confidence in myself increased many folds.
The drooping flower did not fall on the ground,
Petals were not crumpled,
It opened in its glory.
My body has ate,
my body has slept—
but I have not.
Three weeks in shadow,
heartache pressed into my ribs,
a woman gone,
a silence screaming.
Torture by proxy.
I’m done—have done—
and on time,
as expected.
My young self-confidence.
She left before
my explanation.
Not sure what’s worse—
adding before
I’ll never catch up
to her honesty.
A body full of memory,
destroyed by
unwanted listening.
Who am I?
Who did this?
Did it magically appear
just for me—
a wishful boy
damaging hope,
demanding nightmares?
Cloudburst, furious flood
Damaging drains, soiled soil
Erosion, gully, death.
Boiling mad torrent
Sweeping, digging, dragging.
All unto the stage
where the earth
swallowed the hearth
Leaving in its wake a dearth
of life.
Turbulence in the Ocean
from the macabre
dance of debris and dirt
Burying the rock in the muck.
Yet amid the chaos
a new life begins
with passion and pain.
Culled from "Echoes of the Savannah" © Makinde Adebayo ADENIYI, 2024
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