An initiative unforeseen
Supported by the Countess Aberdeen
Motivated several politicians and were
Encouraged to convene
In the year of 1920
When issues were aplenty
Delegates backed the Cork City charter
And elected MacSwiney, our dear martyr
Yet as many were to grieve
Others would also leave
They were faced with a new mandate
Upon founding the Irish Free State
However not everyone was happy
And things got rather scrappy
With views diverging ever-more
Making it hard to keep the score
The dust took a while to settle
And tested our civic institutions’ mettle
Though issues were left unsolved
Causing city councils to be dissolved
New problems were to be addressed
That would get the people rousing
Occupied with public works and housing
Making the managers obsessed.
That’s an oversimplification
For a topic deserving of dilation
An overview of a creation
Being the Municipal Association
Categories:
free state, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
free state
need resuscitate
can’t hesitate
to evaluate
then elaborate
specious debate
too late
dare dedicate
stilling hate
egos inflate
do perpetuate
inevitable fate
armageddon date
will not wait
lest we consecrate
civil complaint
with new translate
Categories:
free state, universe, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Messages came thru coded
And the messengers appeared in disguise
Such was their fate as the group of 300
Made Stronghold their place of refuge
Twas all going according to book
But the twisted enemy was all around
One but must pass great hurdles
To attain the prophetic anointing
''Came the Message Thru the prophet gad
Depart ye from the stronghold..
and David's The prophets king salvation
Was to be found in playing lunacy
At them gates of the city..
When his pursuers found him
Angst the Enemy King spoke forth..''
''Did you but call you're Kings counsel
To witness the drooling and doodling of one mad fool
Truly can this idiotic fool writing gibberish upon the city wall
Be the celebrated David, Warrior, anointed of God to be King?''
And in that Biblical Fable I learnt a moral
Don't be judgmental of a book by its cover
Its often gems pass themselves as ordinary stones..
...Roy read me the Ordinance and declaration..
''I assert the declaration of Kirinyaga Free State''
And I believe On matter Europe Catalonia's should be free..
...A KFS PEACE DAY
All Kenyan Forces are Special
We share gifts.. ..JESHI..
Categories:
free state, analogy, appreciation, conflict, devotion,
Form: Narrative
On a mild Spring’s night
In the heartlands of Ulster
A prodigious child was born
For Ireland, to save her
A man of modest means
Yet formidable wit
The mystics he joined
A cause to commit
In poems and paintings
He found self expression
Yet through a noble pursuit
Would leave his impression
He traversed the country
On a campaign of recruitment
To free the impoverished through struggle
And the Co-operative movement
With Horace Plunkett and Connolly
He struggled for justice
Yet the Gombeens and the despots
Outweighed Caesar Augustus
Though Russell did not stop
In this quest for social reform
From misery to prosperity
One sought to transform
But the inconsiderate dogma
Of the Irish Free State
Meant to delay his mission
As the ‘Homestead’ must wait
George William Russell grew older
Crippled by usury
To wretched cancer, succumbed
Rest in peace, ‘AE’
Categories:
free state, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Kind people
With good respect
Educated from different universities and Schools
Responsible in their lives and knowing well to
Economize their small or big budgets.
Knowing to speak Kikwerekwere languages from
West , East , South , Central , North Africa
Especially in South African big towns and Some
Rural areas of Free state , Limpompo, Northern cape
Eastern cape , Mpumalanga , and Kwazulu Natal provinces
Written December 19/ 2019
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
free state, 12th grade, africa, encouraging,
Form: Acrostic
Do you believe consciousness
a free state
Choice empowering the moment
strong
Neurons firing at your
discretion
Time unencumbered
—reality won
(The New Room: August, 2022)
Categories:
free state, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Peace is a stress-free state of security and calmness that comes when there's no fighting or war, everything coexisting in perfect harmony and freedom.
In other words, while war destroys and disrupts, peace builds and strengthens as well as restores. Moreover, peace is personal which helps us achieve security and tranquillity and avoid anxiety and chaos to make our lives better.
https://youtu.be/rF2N4Zf8mqs
Categories:
free state, patriotic, peace, poetess,
Form: ABC
The Obama presidency
He started out promising but fell at the first hurdle
When he tried to give America a health system
That covered the working classes, what’s left is
An insurance system they can ill afford.
He sent back thousands of illegals back, but since
he was the darling of the liberal press little was said.
Once when he had the chance to become great
By declaring Palestine, a free state, he didn’t quite
Make it, and his speech ended in platitude.
He will be remembered as a suave but weak man
Who baulked at the pressure from Israel?
He was not a great statesman but buckled under
The burden and there are little to remember him
By other than what he could have been.
Categories:
free state, anger, blue, confidence,
Form: Blank verse
The Obama presidency
He started out promising but fell at the first hurdle
When he tried to give America a health system
That covered the working classes, what’s left is
An insurance system they can ill afford.
He sent back thousands of illegals back, but since
he was the darling of the liberal press little was said.
Once when he had the chance to become great
By declaring Palestine, a free state, he didn’t quite
Make it, and his speech ended in platitude.
He will be remembered as a suave but weak man
Who baulked at the pressure from Israel?
He was not a great statesman but buckled under
The burden and there are little to remember him
By other than what he could have been.
Categories:
free state, corruption, creation, crush,
Form: Blank verse
Across the ocean
Across the sea
I live in Lagos
the city to be
Where business activities has become something of a frenzy
And her economy is a thing of envy
I come from Lagos
The Old slave colony
but now it is a free state because God has destroyed all her enemies
I live in Lagos
Once a real estate of Queen Victoria
But now it is a land of fun and hysteria
With the British Colonial past lingering on
Lagos is the land of coconuts and burning sun
I come from Lagos
with no flowers and trees
and you will be lucky to see a single bumbee bee
But now we have glass houses and many a tower
And hundreds of automobiles that speed of by the hour
And that is the Lagos I see
I live in Lagos
Precious paradise close to the Atlantic
With a view that makes travelers so romantic
But with a teeming population
which seems dramatic
the heat of Lagos is getting traumatic
Categories:
free state, earth, funny, future, romance,
Form: Lyric
Bad Years
By: Tom Wright
9-23-04
Twixt hard times, I scarcely remember,
though that's not to say there was no other.
Sleeping nights on a pallet till mid September,
under a willow tree, with Joe, my brother.
The hot July breeze
always brought an onslaught of harvest lice.
Riding the Zephyrs from fields being thrashed.
The nearing days of picking pumpkins would be nice,
scattered among cornstalks, together lashed.
Fall was nice
for that meant the weather would be cool.
But cotton fields begged to be stripped,
for school duds.
Too, that unsaid dread, of going back to school,
in clothes washed with brown lye soap,
that made no suds.
The Muskogee Free State Fair,
was a happening about this time.
The wildlife exhibits and livestock judging and care,
we could browse all day and not spend a dime.
Throughout this barn we would idly roam
securing things for free,
a winter stash of reading, to take back home.
Categories:
free state, motivation, remember,
Form: Lyric
In who I find courage and bravery
In a certain situation that shakes me
A frail look on mountain words
I tremble and feel a shrink winkle skin
That sent shivers down my spine
Terrible I call it
Spit a thrust on my throat
My heart beats rapidly for fear
Words lives in me like my very own worm
I nurture and hurting in that empty house
A tremendous step it seems in a cold Greek town
On that solitude lane came a noble lass
A gentle pat on my shoulder appeased to my heartbeat
Like a manner sent from heavens already
The look on her face,quenched the dead word in me
In her I found my courage again
Pick it up and write of liberty
Let thy pen conquer thy greatest fear
The Divine look not his creatures in sorrow
When I loose confidence of creativeness
In a free state of mind even when it's all but lost
Her words echoes somewhere in the mind
Deep down in me,
like a warrior's cry.
A pen in hand mightier than the Royal sword
Raising my heads high
A new era has begun
It's done I sigh....
The fears will burst like bubbles
In my mentor I find my strength again
Categories:
free state, mentor,
Form: Free verse
Slaves could not devise an escape plan until their thinking arrived in a free state of mind. Couldn't begin to break free from bondage that surrounded their bodies because an intact spirit was key for the freedom they needed. So they, the masters, solidified sanctuaries and brought a savior to fix a brokenness they had induced. Gave one direction to single point of entry. Told them to repent for sins they were never privy to until illegitimate children began establishing the first welfare state. Then they said, "It's all on you." That makeshift cell formed dorms and prisons broken men came to live in. One thought he was free, while the other began forming an escape plan. Both came from the same sanctuary designed to keep them from attaining a free state of mind. One grew accustomed to it. The other ran out there screaming, "I knew it! I knew it!" If God were truly in man, we wouldn't had to devise such an elaborate escape plan. And if he is, why did he beat this attitude in me?
Categories:
free state, black african american, slavery,
Form: Prose
27 October, this day.
In the garb of security,
The uniformed men landed here.
All the mountains surrounding our land,
Became red,
Foretelling mass blood loss!
Under the boots of uniformed men,
From free state,
Every Chinar leaf turned slave!
Categories:
free state, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
PINEY WOODS
Robin Hood of the Piney Woods
passing out cobs of sweet corn,
reading the Holy Word – living it.
Loving others as he loves himself.
Fighting for truth and justice.
Rescuing foreigners from cotton fields,
giving them back to mothers and fathers.
Loving the whole Rachel tree of
the Free State of Jones -
America stands proud – looking up…
Sometimes sad, and madder than mountains -
Looking up at humans hanging from trees.
Looking up to those cursed upon trees…
Looking up to Jesus who bore our sins!
Telling tales of the forgotten old.
So many stories, that need to be told.
Freedom costs. It costs big!
But we survive. We breathe. We thrive.
Will you gather at the Piney Woods,
hearts bare, lion-hearted, prepared?
Kim Rodrigues ©2017
Categories:
free state, bible, courage, freedom,
Form: Free verse
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