despite desolate despair Denise Denniman desperately denied
depression. Devoutly devoted dervishes dictated disbelief and
despair. Dodging dinosauric dipsy-doodle, Denise’s Dippity-doo
demanded direction. Discombobulated directives dishonored
disillusioned dweebs and desperados
She never cleans me
I thought he might break down and do it
Because I have seen him wash up the microwave
And yesterday he rinsed the sink
I am smelly, sticky, and irritated.
There is crusty gunky stuff in my basement
Drips of ketchup and syrup have hardened on my shelves
I feel disrespected, dishonored, disheveled
And I am disgusted
Here he comes to get something
If I could hide it I would,
Maybe it would force him to clean me
Deep sigh as he rumbles around in the Tupperware
He finally locates the cheese that he wanted
Why don’t you say something? Milk demands.
I don’t talk human, I tell him.
None of the refrigerators do.
Lies all lies so they can make themselves seem right.
They buy our time to convey their agenda
They have dishonored their entire cause
They never intended to honor our sovereignty
Alas, in sports, circumstances looking grim
But, help spewed forth, this day,by installed clowns.
To be born a woman, comes forth a new spin?
You decrepit menaces of DC town!
Gigantic males, may compete in their games.
Female dummies will be used in crash tests?
Brutes, who tower over them with no shame
Female equity shining at is best??
True, we may not win trophies anymore.
Let’s see macho trans-men giving birth?
While females,dishonored in a crash-car?
Devoid of a single human on earth.
Note
Representative DeLauro…suggested female
dummies in crash cars. As if those used now,
were males?
Idea suggested to De Lauro(D)…..by:
The Prince of East Palestine:
Crown Prinnce, Peter Buttigieg
4/21/2023
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over
LOST TO THE WIND
I yearned for you when pearly passion flowed
You leaned on me silent when day ended.
On shrubs, warm glow glistened as glow worm glowed.
Dusty dusk in dark veil as eve faded.
Starry sky with torn clouds partly shaded.
I looked to your eyes with thirsty desire.
Your reticent glance turned my world entire.
Ardent ardor was dishonored and ruined.
Yet my allure persists, still I admire.
But lavender love is lost to the wind.
08/12/20
Re edited on 03/12/23
You Say
Contest by Brian Strand
A few rich dudes are overlords to 8 billion people.
Like the lion tamer who controls 500 pounds of slash with a whip and stick.
The lion has been conditioned to think it's powerless.
One day the lion may decide that he's in charge again.
Then a quick bite to the ringmaster's tiffany neck.
It probably won't happen
because it's become complacent, lazy, and sedated.
It's grown fat and will die dishonored in its paper cage.
You …the gentle healer...used my vulnerability against me…
My heart bled and bled in front of you…
I cried a thousand tears…
I cried the pain a thousand ways...
I poured out my longings, my secrets…my joys...my darkness…my soul
You listened…you held…you understood…
You listened to my stories of shame…
Or so I thought….
You then abandoned me…left me…cold…heartless…drowning…in my own pool of tears...
I hid it all…I cried silently…silent screams...
I hurt quietly… no one saw…
Then…pain stacked on pain…
You blamed me…
You shamed me…
You let go of me…coldly…cruelly…silently…shamingly…
You dishonored my soul...You sold me for your honor…your reputation…
You labeled me…. you betrayed me…
You betrayed yourself….your profession… your name….
My heart was not worth your time….
Leggings cuddle my thick thighs
Making me feel so contented
With the chubbiness I feel inside
When I go to try on my wardrobe
Leggings bring me to peace with myself
When I would be dishonored by jeans
They feel so soft and willing to bend
That I love them like I never could believe
Leggings caress my legs with their knits
Leaving me room to twist around and sit
Letting me know that I have the curves
To fill up my leggings with pure chubbiness
Leggings remind me just why I can feel
Assured that I still have a little sex appeal
They tighten around me just enough to reveal
The curve of my thighs and calves fascination
Leggings are the best part of my apparel
They leave me with a feeling of appreciation
Let me breathe freely and feel the open air
With a sense of self-expression alive for dancing
Your inside is as soft as wool.
Breeze, so gentle and cool.
You possess the best of the sky’s blue.
To my heart, you’re the dearest.
Fresher than the green of the forest.
Your tinted shades leave nothing but to my skin, craves.
The sounds of your gushing waters
Make the mouth of my soul drool.
Your beauty makes me lips quiver.
But now,
without hesitation,
I shiver at the sound of your name.
For I have bleached the better of your plains.
I have dishonored you with filth.
And now I’m filled with guilt.
So with all in me and all I have,
I’ll try to make things right;
Make tomorrow for the tomorrows bright.
For I’ve realized what I’ve lost.
I’ve traded your tenderness for sicknesses,
And now, I suffer the consequences.
But there’s always a way to make things better.
Actions to right the wrong might be bitter.
But I have to go through with them to the latter.
If only everybody could join me,
We could undo our trade of Africa for filth.
Let’s start by keeping our homes clean.
Then we could bring back,
That sweet and unique fragrance of Africa back to our streets and cities..
Cheers to the new page!!!!!!
British wanted profit
British wanted new land
Land rich in resources
Land of ivory and coffee
Coffee British could sell
Coffee Kenyans could not
Could not retrieve freedom
Could not reason with British
British took over land
British farmed fertile soil
Soil was Kenyan birthright
Soil of Kenyan ancestors
Ancestors buried here
Ancestors grieved for living
Living like refugees
Living in fear of England
England built railway
England bolstered power
Power taken by British
Power denied to Kenyans
Kenyans displaced
Kenyans were angry
Angry since dishonored
Angry since stripped of rights
Rights taken from Kenyans
Rights only for British
British happy in new land
British prosperous future
Future lost Kenyans
Future lost hope
Hope came from bravery
Hope came from Dedan
Dedan well respected
Dedan joined Mau Mau
Mau Mau took oath
Mau Mau freedom fighters
Fighters for rights
Fighters for justice
Justice took much time
Justice took much blood
Blood shed for Dedan
Blood shed for hero
Hero was hung
Hero yet lives
Lives in the minds
Lives in the hearts
Hearts beat forever
Hearts beat freedom
Freedom...
Forever...
5/19/16
What lessons do we really learn in our success,
When, after all, we won it, oh, so brightly
No need to look for luck in victory’s excess
That might deflate our egos even slightly…
Although to triumph always seems our just deserts
Should we discount completely other’s efforts,
Chivalric rule that still humility asserts
Though gleefully we toast our new won comforts?
Defeated yes, dishonored no, stand challengers
Whose prospects had us shaking, quite in terror
While we probed our own depths like starving scavengers
And prayed to God we’d find escape from error.
How lucky sometimes losers are who just miss Gold
Inspiring them to martial their resources
And push themselves to reach a new threshold
By pledging all to excellence’s sources.
Brian Johnston
August 29, 2015
The Garden
By Curtis Johnson
Just before I went strolling through Eden in the early morning dew,
The owner of a most beautiful garden gave me a list of things to do
First on the list were all types of animals that I was suppose to name
Little did I know that one of them would change and cause endless pain
Just when I thought that he had given me more than enough to manage,
He had more assignments, and my own plans quickly began to vanish
One day he placed me in his quiet and breathtaking garden.
So relaxed, I fell asleep and was awakened to a lovely bargain.
He had taken a part of me, and made a most exquisite lady.
Her presence saturated the garden with unspoken melody.
First thing I knew, she caused me to lose what I had gained.
She listened to the voice of another, and she was to blame.
We were terribly sad, because we were soon evicted from our happy home.
We dishonored and displeased the garden’s owner, and were afraid, lost, and alone.
Though he never ceased to give us compassion, love, and security,
Our lives were altered forever, having lost Eden Garden and our purity
Cj03012007PS
the stream of time keeps flowing
without affirmation or negation
meaningless revolutions of doomed creation
earth, sun, moon and stars
today is yesterday’s tomorrow
time extended, a lengthened moment
springs, summers, autumns, winters
impelled and thrust by power unknown
unwilling to compel each other
desiring instead to die, to fade
as vanquished warriors lost in battle
dishonored by their native people
writhing specks in vast creation
are like unto the vanquished warrior
and the seasons compelling always
they wish to rest eternally
for sake of death alone
they breathe
for sake of living yet
they breathe
weary, desiring to reach oblivion
which from beginning was their desire
hence cast away today’s tomorrow
which they once had trusted
deciding hope is vanquished forever
the specks keep wriggling on and on
into the flowing stream of time
without affirmation or negation
I stretch from distant shores to far-off climes,
My bounty you cannot measure in a stretch;
So welcome and walk on my belly as you survey
The gems and mementos you may want to fetch.
I’m the cradle of the scurrying mammal kind,
The source of the pompous modern breath;
I hold the priciest in my colonized bosom –
All the balms you need for life and health.
I’m the mother of six full-grown daughters
But now that they are grown to consenting height,
They mock and laugh at my backward ways,
And the finger that fed them they deride and bite.
I have no use for the gold nuggets you chase
Nor any need for the diamonds you crave,
For I know not how to fashion a plane or a car,
The inabilities that make you think I’m a slave.
Come, trample and plunder your mother’s belly
And kill the spritely womb from which you came,
Because age is about to execute her anyway,
For she’s old and confined and lame.
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