The years have gone by
The scars never healed,
You still think you won
The fight on the field
Laughing and smiling
As I hit the ground,
With your fist in the air
I will not forget that sound
You beat me, bruised me
Hit my every nerve,
Now I hear you have gotten
Just what you deserve
To this day, I am grateful
To have ever known you,
Otherwise I might have been
The greatest bully, too.
Two people that I love the most Are standing on two different shores, And I am stranded in between, Trying to mend a quiet war.
Avery looks me in the eyes And tells me , "You shouldn't have to be in the middle of this." But how can I just walk away And pretend that I am blind, When every harsh and heavy word Leaves both of them behind?
Liyah feels the distance grow, She thinks that Avery’s moved along, Traded years of memories For a place where he belongs. She sees him take up all the space, She feels forgotten in the shade, Watching from a step behind At every plan they ever made.
I know the truth of how it goes— I’ve seen how Avery tries to reach, Inviting her to come along, To walk beside us in the halls. But when he shows up in the frame, The distance starts to slowly grow Avery drifts into his pace, And Liyah lets her footsteps slow.
It’s not as simple as a fault, It’s heavy feelings misaligned. I want to protect Liyah's heart, So I keep what I see inside. I cannot pick a side to take, I cannot turn and walk away, So I will stand right in the middle, Hoping love will find a way.
Lord, send some love and send some light
Take my burden away tonight
I come to Thee, a broken sight
Fill my heart with hope, make it bright
In Thee I trust, in Thee delight
This time around make all things right
I surrender all, it's Thy fight
11.09.2026
(For the weekly challenge - write a poem with exactly 7 lines)
If you see a lion and me fighting, don't feel sorry
for me, I will find victory in my faith"
The words of a great union leader
who fought fearlessly for the rights
of workers in time once ruled
by colonial masters of the estate.
A little boy born in the sugar estate
and migrated to England to get an
education that will lead his
parents out of bondage and slavery.
A lion in human form with a powerful
voice to remove the mountain of fear
which forced him to wreck fear
amongst the slave masters
and to give freedom to a new generation
of two separate races and unite them
to carry the chain of unity
tied to the ashes and arrows
of the canefield.
The Legend of Basdeo Panday
have become immortal framed
inside the doorway of every home
He was a man more than a beast
with his blood flowing
in memories of every prison
where he was held captived
and chained that his
strength even grew one hundred
fold making a legacy of himself
as the Lion of Caroni
to prove the watchwords
"Together we aspire.
Together we achieve
The three wives of the chief held a meeting.
They came to a consensus on fighting.
Their husband the Chief must make a poster.
To avoid any one of the wife not on the rooster.
These was unanimously agreed at the final meeting.
Joy over fear
Joy beyond tears
Tears of emancipation
Tears because of altercations
Altercations because of pride
Altercations because of confusion
Confusion about what’s real
Confusion about what’s fake
Fake news
Fake friends
Friends to die for
Friends to forgive
Forgive the bad thoughts
Forgive our understanding
Understanding that we can change
Understanding that fate won’t change
Change comes with a fight
Change hurts
Hurts to be different
Hurts to stay the same
Same routine
Same mistakes
Mistakes challenge the brain
Mistakes are forgiven
Forgiven trespasses
Forgiven truth
Truth is that we are trapped
Truth is that we are free
Free of decisions
Free to fight
Fight for freedom
Fight for control
Control the city
Control the world
World domination
World war
War on the minds
War on the soul
Soul seeking grace
Soul on fire
Fire on earth
Fire that burns forever
Forever in tranquility
Forever we fall
Fall into turmoil
Fall into oblivion
Oblivion full of control
Oblivion full of darkness
Darkness
Control
The door jammed fast,
hall too bright..
too awake for proper
rest.
Fulfilled with teaching,
and being taught..
maybe
it's all for the best.
So I'll say my goodnight
this time dream deep,
think I've earned a sleep,
finally get some rest.
Iconoclast, tell me friend
is it easier..
with
sex,
and drugs,
and rock n roll?
What if I tell you, life's easier
without?
Oh, okay maybe just a little
(rock n roll).
I just might ask, are you happy?
and is it something you search for,
every day, every moment
rather than wait on it..
to come..
every day, every moment.
Maybe one day soon
you too will learn-
what's in it for you
in this life you fight..
your will is your birth
right.
The moment of truth draws near
you see.. life
got the best of me.,
and so I bid you goodnight.
For more than eighteen hundred years
Israel tried living in the Diaspora
Chased from one town to the next
Pogroms there were more and more of
Jews now live in their own land
Finally responding to pogroms
They’re accused of genocide
Don’t you dare fight back! says the world
~ Instead, commit suicide
Fight is for a never ending cycle
The hurt hurts and gets hurt
And the victim turn persecutors
I will never let you win
I will only leave you alone
Cycles hurt the victim and win you alone
- inspired by Susanna Lawrence’s (me) “FIGHT”
F is my flavor as you feel me coming, I taste like garlic and gunpowder. nauseating you as I bubble in your throat louder and louder
I is for what i ignite, memories of spilled milk and tears, memories of being left behind over the years
G is the glimmer of joy I bring you, you dont want to like hurting others, but you do, this pain can’t be forgotten, if you suffer than they must too
H is for the hurt in their eyes as venom spills from your lips, you remember a time not to long ago when it was you with that ache, when it was you who was made stronger from the fact other wanted you to break
T is what I take, when I take everything around and tear it all down, till your left with nobody in your life except me, my coldness an invisible thorny crown you can’t see
Fight is for a never ending cycle. The hurt hurts and gets hurt. And the victim turn persecutors. I will never let you win. I will only leave you alone
How long should I train?
I will continue to fight.
Africa is home
She looked prettier than your average child
with full curly hair and big brown eyes
she had an unassuming smile, was a tad bit wild
confident like her mother, no surprise
she challenged me to a snowball fight
It did not feel fair, did not feel right
You might be sorry, I said to this darling girl
Come on! She said, Aren’t you my Aunt Pearl?
Relenting, I decided to do a little snowball fight play
Quickly creating a fancy snowball, I gave it a frosty hurl
Sixteen relatives with snowball buckets joined the fray
I was very sorry I had ever said yes to this darling girl
"Fall seven times and stand up eight"
From birth till death
Life is a challenge, until the last breath.
Every move,every step is uncertain
At times,life seems like a burden.
We plan for the best to achieve
But,fate may lead us to deceive.
The path may not be easy for all
Some are lucky,but others need to crawl.
"Fall seven times and stand up eight"
To reach the goal,you need to fight.
A failure is not the end of life
Discouragement is just a rife.
Standing up every time and trying again
Symbolizes, how spirit and courage regain.
Every fall,every time teaches what to learn
To achieve success, one has to be stern.
Life is a struggle, full of risks and pain
We have to suffer,strive... to finally gain.
He,who has the courage to dare and shine
Faces all battles, stands strong and fine.
The one who is success keen
Is sure to climb all hurdles and win.
"Spread and split like litter,
still gather courage to glitter".
On a troubled earth, I looked to the sky,
seeing just a somber, desolate night.
A sign of hope I had despaired to spy,
and, dimly twinkling there, a fire of light
traveled light-years to meet my worried eye.
But, it was diminished and not too bright.
I thought, "What work can be done from afar?
Join the fight. Be the sun and not a star."
We wrestle not with flesh and blood, you see,
but against our own thoughts, feelings and emotions that be.
Against hate and wrath, for they destroy the heart,
against lies and deception, for this is where they start.
How these things destroy, the goodness in me and you,
we should wrestle not, with each other, these words I write are true.
With our words, we steal, we kill, and destroy,
walking in this darkness, the heart knows no joy.
If you can see the truth, in these words I write,
turn from this path, and with self only fight.
When we walk up-right, standing on our feet,
the battles will be fierce, but our victories will be sweet.
Turning from this darkness, we begin to grow in the light,
for when we wrestle with each other, we all will lose the fight.
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