Have you heard what I have heard -
that when your quill is inspired or spurred,
the act of writing, it might be inferred,
as, with watching feathered beasts (not furred),
must never cause you to to be deterred;
and, as the distinction is somewhat blurred,
the methodology most preferred
is "bird by bird, word by word".
May we be blessed to understand what a hero is…
when it comes to our dominion
because in our country at this moment there is a difference of opinion…
I believe the Capitol police who died defending our Capitol
and safeguarding our freedom January 6 were heroes…
To uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States
and the laws of the District of Columbia
these oaths…they were fulfilling them.
While President Trump issued a blanket pardon
to more than1,500 people charged in the insurrection…
including those responsible for killing them.
But we will not be swayed by those trying to re-write history…
Those of us who witnessed the insurrection that day…will not be deterred…
For we will always remember what happened
and we know who the heroes were!
Our Treasured Children
Protect our children, hand-in-hand
Teach them strength and to be aware
Goodbye to silence, goodbye to fear
Together we shall dry all the tears.
Oh children, our children
Stay safe and warm
Let the heavens protect you
And keep you smiling
Let’s educate, lets raise voices
Make sure every child has choices
A life lived free of fear and doubt
A world that is kind and just
In the name of love, we must earn their trust
We stand as world parents, and guardians too
Our hearts aflame, protecting children, we break the chain
Love is our guide, courage our weapon
In the battle for their safety, we will not deter
We shield the light of innocent hearts
From callous predators who want to steal
And tear innocence apart, wreaking havoc and pain
In unity and strength we take a stand
We protect out children with vigour and passion
Every child, their safety assured
We are not deterred in the endless fight
Lost in a maze of numbers, tight,
I scratched my head—my hair took flight.
Paused a while, let time slip free,
Returned with fresh eyes—oh, the key!
A whisper of change, a shift in the tide,
A tweak in thought, the answer inside.
The Earth once breathed in steady tune,
Now, fevered winds howl at the moon.
A fraction climbs—a world remade,
Snow on dunes, storms invade.
A moment too slight, a world redefined,
A tipping scale of nature’s mind.
The markets dance on trembling ground,
A rumor falls—fortunes drown.
One misstep, a reckless word,
And empires crumble, fate deterred.
A fragile thread, a sudden spin,
A tipping point, where losses begin.
Life itself, a delicate fight,
Right or wrong, dim or bright.
A fleeting spark, a guiding hand,
May tip the scales where choices stand.
We Can Count on Each other
trust me
I will be there
nothing can deter me
believe that I can always help
love wins
love wins
I know that you always help me
you cannot be deterred
be there, I will
trust you
***This is a mirror cinquain****
Trump threw fake air kisses
To his very bored looking Mrs.
Funny, how her wide brimmed hat
Deterred them from the love rat.
So many of the laws he broke
He will soon begin to revoke.
What a shame he’s the POTUS
A STORMY four years for Flotus
HAIL TO THE KING ON HIS BIRTHDAY
Today, let’s celebrate MLK’s birthday;
His dream seemingly deferred, but not deterred:-
His reality lives and his dream of liberty is on the way;
His “I Have A Dream” legacy speech, reality words heard:-
I would sit under the pawpaw tree
And the world would come to me.
They said all you need is a dream,
A pen and a pad to make it beam.
But Mother, in these streets, I see,
A world that's swallowed up my poetry.
My books, once filled with vibrant hues,
Now gather dust, like forgotten muse.
This world doesn't care, it's plain to see,
About you, me, or my art's ecstasy.
It doesn't care about the colors I blend,
Or the emotions my words intend.
I wrote above the deterred wall
A cry and a poet’s final call
A feeling, a pen and a pad
I care about me
Unwavering and glad.
"Running through a mile of wasted compiled vile
I find myself conflicted sitting in a position
groaning I'm foul planting a seed of tan and brown
the snake comes out of me and it flees deposited manure
Gastly every movement is not pure, sometime it's deterred
so now I gravitate as I clasp my cheeks
out from the plummets from the tests intestinal ...
verbiage I'm not on my knees
Yet, yes I bow down bowel comes out of me
What I just planted was healthy indeed
it was a groupings of so many seeds
running in through my garden
or would you pardon
Me as I sit posture above a toilet
and now I let Go of the grouping for you see is my bowels moving
My waste has been displaced
into a porcelain throne filled with water clear
as I touch the handle it's spirals down
Maneuvered Manure
the tunnel to eventually become one with the sewer"
I forgive
I forgive your arrogance
Matched by your ignorance
Interrogated by malevolence
I took you condescension
Your hidden intentions
Your lying invention
Politeness deterred prevention
I’m glad there was no extension
David Cox 31/03/24
Some numpty bad mouthed my soup style
I’ve taken a break for a while
But I won't be deterred
From writing about turd
And subjects some others deem vile
I’m producing book number two
It contains some poems on poo
Foul flatus departing
Old codgers rank farting
And my pet hate vile doggy doo!
Take a church full of sinners with issues galore,
each needing profoundly the grace of the Lord.
Some trapped in addiction, some weighed down in sin,
some struggling with faith, some who tried but gave in.
Some filled with anger and some with regret,
some who cannot forgive, but there’s one group I fret -
the judgmental crowd. They make it so tough,
thinking they have no sin or that they’re good enough.
And I wish that were all but it’s not for I find,
they poison the whole for they’re willfully blind.
Doing all that they must to protect the charade,
ranking sins amongst others and handing out shame.
Handcrafting a culture that turns out to be,
in direct opposition to what sinners need.
A place to be open, a place to confess,
a place to find comfort, a place to find rest.
A place to find Christ and the healing He gives.
A place to start over, but somehow this lives
in the culture of church after church I observe.
I guess human nature just can’t be deterred.
For it seems to be common despite where I go -
the part poisons all, no one stops it and so
the judgmental crowd wins and history repeats
where they end up the only ones… left in the seats.
Put on word welfare by the poet gods
They've rationed my "Inspired Insanity"
No one could ever calculate the odds
This blatant act of inhumanity
No longer can I find words to describe
Blue eyes that generate a winning smile
Condemned, left with my profane diatribe
And sentenced as a poet with no style
Yet I am not that easily deterred
My simple lexicon is not a curse
There are so many meanings for one word
This poet still can write a simple verse
It will be rough but surely I'll make do
I might just borrow words from some of you.
Daniel Turner
So that you will be blessed
I pray more than you are aware
For you because you are
A friend of many friends.
May age not break your stride.
Remember all of your days
And on your tongue have praise
For those on whom you relied.
May God look down and see
You at play like a child
And like a parent smile
When their child shrieks in glee.
I pray that the crazy ways
Of this revolving world
Neither make you deterred
Nor dim the light in your eyes.
I may not have faith,
But I believe He's there
For my grandma prays to Him
And I know my grandma knows Him
So, I put my faith in my grandma
For she's never led me astray
Instead she's always been with me
Since the day I was born
I may not know much about God
But through my grandma I've seen His works
I've seen how He's been there for her
And how He's fulfilled her every prayer
For I'm my grandma's answered prayers
A testament of the undeniable faith of my grandma
That's why I also believe in His mercies
Cause my grandma has never ever deterred from that path
I hope that the same light that lights her path
Guides me because the path I walk is rather dark
And I'd do anything just to walk with my grandma,
In this and the next life here on
.....
The PO£T
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