At Cubby's, the neon hums/
A beacon in the night/
A place for solace/
But now a source of plight/
I stood there, a truth on my lips, unplanned/
Asked the clerk to be kind, to lend a gentler hand/
But shadows lingered/
Where light should've been/
Through masks of smiles, deceit crept in/
Their whispers turned to chains/
Forged in lies/
A verdict handed down/
Under cold, accusing skies/
I wore the blame they skillfully wove/
Falsehoods cloaked me in stories/
They strove/
Banned from the aisles/
Where I once stood/
Falsely accused, misunderstood/
No one to believe me, no.ear to hear/
The loneliness sharp/
The injustice clear/
At Cubby's, the neon hums/
As it always will/
But it's glow feels colder/
The world now still/
In 1996 they came, shadows in the night/
Declared the case is bigger than me/
Told me not to fight/
Threats and whispers, like a storm they flew/
But my heart of gold knows, I stayed true/
A light too pure to dim/
A soul they sought to taint/
With accusations dark/
They painted me with paint/
A heart of gold, forged in flames of truth/
I would never harm anyone/
Silenced by the weight/
Of lies that cling and bind/
Yet my spirit rises, justice on my mind/
Falsely accused/
My name dragged through the mud/
But in my heart of gold/
Flows an unyielding flood/
I wish to clear my name/
To stand in light once more/
To break the chains of injustice/
And soar/
Innocence, my shield/
Truth, my guiding star/
Falsely accused/
But pure, no matter who they are/
Your trial comes not from God
please be not confused James 1:13
Because at present Gods will incomplete
don't be by Satan subdued
God will in his own timeline act
in a way beneficial to all
We have the opportunity to show God
our love unselfishly answering his call
Not bought with reward as was said of Job and extended to all as they groan
You and I give our answer
When our love without profit is shown
We have opportunity to answer the taunt
We would serve God for what we may gain
Whether wealth or abundant health for loved ones and self Or lives lived free from pain
Soon the time will arrive to shut down
that devil for good
And won't you be proud when the day arrives
to know on the right side you stood
All good gifts comes from the Father,the Father
Of celestial light
Know that he sees you and cares for you dearly
and love him with all of your might.
He has clearly shown you he loves you
he has given his very best
Please don't doubt to help you succeed
he will gladly supply the rest
An ice-cream cone, a cupcake and some fries
A homely wife, a buxom blonde on the side
Let me state fairly, albeit, not without pride,
Some fact, some fantasy and a fistful of lies!
~contest: Your Best Four-line Light Verse
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falsely or forcefully
we elected them or they are selected
as our leader
falsely or forcefully
we made and edit our constitution with their opinions,
we smile and invite them to visit our around,
we go to their secret chamber for unwilling complaints,
we obey them and their advice
falsely or forcefully
they become savior of our life and death
when we see the religion waiting for their presence
falsely or forcefully
we, the oppressed subjects believe that
in previous birth they're from honored lineages where
we're lower greedy creatures
13.04.2020 Chattogram
"pardon me can I speak to you in private?
my body is functioning the way it was meant to,
can you excuse me so no one laughs?"
It's one of the things every girl goes through.
We walk quickly, careful of each step
One wrong move and everyone might know
That you are a normal human being.
We shouldn't be ashamed that our bodies flow.
God forbid a woman speaks in public
of how she's on her period. Again
Ew that word - "PERIOD" - makes everyone uncomfortable
Words spoken only by boys and men.
Female bodies bleed and our insides churn
It's what they're meant to do
STOP staring when a girl speaks too loud
It's not a crime but we have to feel like that's not true.
We feel embarrassed to exist at all when
On our days of the days of the month, we
Feel excluded and beat down for perfectly fitting in
We are trained on certain days female is the worst thing to be.
- Jessie Stowers - 15 -
convict
discouraged, depressed,
mudslinging, gossiping, exaggerating,
convict, inmate, teacher, father
loving, uplifting, inspiring
innocent, exonerated
Daddy
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.
The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
The police came to my house and confiscated the shotgun.
They thought I was the guilty party, they thought I was the one.
The entire world turned against me, I was a person who billions of people hated.
People said that I should go to the gas chamber and if I did, it would be celebrated.
Even though the public had turned against me, I convinced the police to have doubts.
I told them over and over that somebody else was the killer and they decided to check it out.
They found the real killer and it wasn't long before he was placed under arrest.
The cops showed him the bodies of his victims and he broke down and confessed.
Even though I was put through hell, I'm not mad.
The real killer was brought to justice and I'm glad.
Many people have mailed apologies to me and one of the reasons why billions turned against me is because I'm mentally ill.
They thought I was a crazy psycho but now when it comes to committing murder, everybody knows that I never will.
Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.
People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.
All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
know doubts occurrences of fearful disturbance
thoroughly unscrambles one’s confidence channel
Image deceit drips as falsely scented,
mixed with drops of fictive doubt,
to kidnap our splendid potential.
On and off, our truth wrestles doubt’s absolutes.
Since youth, most have fought that gloomy devil.
The Magna Carta gave birth to morality,
The first one in 1215 to constrain King John,
Who could steal anyone’s cart, normality,
Because he was not a giver of life’s song.
Truth pertains to morality: right and wrong,
And we all know it’s inside us and is spritely,
But believers in god, some of them belong,
To groups not of love, but of hatred tightly.
Because they’re going upwards to heaven,
We’re all in our diversities going to visit hell,
No promotions, no nights out or legs eleven,
For the friends, relations of those with tell.
He was faithful to god in his own small mind,
And that was all that mattered, not my health,
Asking slyly for post-validation, for a look kind,
Moral fibre was not in his compass, his wealth.
Igniting this blaze of longing
I cherished your moonglow,
And our kisses encouraged
My vulnerable heart to surge on---
But your mocking tone
accidentally
spilled;
“This is an impetuous rebound.”
Fallen In 25-30 Words
Contest for nette onclaud
Manny PIzon
30 words
- A woman I seriously dated
James Bain imprisoned in jail for a crime he did not commit
Proclaiming his innocence that took a long 35 years to acquit
Accused of raping a nine year old boy, when he was just nineteen
That his young life would be stolen from him was devastatingly unforeseen
All because he fit the description, a case of mistaken identity
Now facing years of hardships, gone the days of relaxed serenity
The mental anguish he must have endured, one can not conceive
Yet, he's not angry or bitter, angst most of us could not perceive
Four motions were denied for DNA testing on his case
The fifth proved his innocence and became his saving grace
Released when he was 54, with a smile that doesn't leave his face
He says: "it's because I got God", his devout faith he does embrace
Now positive and happy, he is an inspiration to all mankind
To fight and not to give up hope when dealt cards justly unkind.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ Wrongful Imprisonment or Sentenced
A simpleton mewls.
Streams of martyrdom
sate white porcelain.
Sins and suffering
hover like pumice.
Pruned fingertips
scratch metallic
drain passages
seeking escape.
Dread subsides
as bubbles
vanish and
whimpers
simply
laugh.
Being falsely accused
This can leave a very bad bruise
And at the end someone will loose
Because somebody can't handle the news
Being falsely accused isn't good
When the person not doing the things that you think they should
I know it's not all about me,but it's not all about you
God knows the words we say,and every thing we do
People so often fail to realize there's 2 sides to every story
So just give Jesus all the praise,and glory.
Falsely accused by an angered heart...
Resumes the hate that tears us apart!Words
so heated from one's own spite...Aches the
tendered heart,so wronged,not right!The
kissed on band-aid for my pain...Removed my
foot fro' my mouth's wronged as plain! An
apology always escapes my lips...Like a bad
tasting wine,that sours all sips!When can i
not guiltily say?...My love,i'm sorry,for a
many painful day!Sorrows and mishaps
increase my ire...You are my queen,I not
your Sire!
01-28-2006'.
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