They hate her laugh
They hate her style
They hate her staff
They hate her guile
They hate her swagger and generous grin
But above all else,
They hate she just may win!
how soften hating
heart can be,
easily to break like
a bird egg,
hardly to fix like
a black stone.
September 06/2023
When someone says to
me loudly ," I hate you " I"ll
smile and ask him " her "
why?" I know he "she"
won't find words to answer me
face to face and go.
Sometimes someone can
imagine wrongthing and use
it in her" his" life.
I have called many
People in my life to prove
reasons of their hate
Towards others and
many of them failed to bring
Accurate answers.
July 6th 2023
Those three must not eat at all, we corpulent cats said.
It was class reunion time, and our backsides were spread.
They are still stuck up observed my friend Toddie Tedd.
I bet they don’t eat sugar, salt, chips, spaghetti or bread.
They dress too fancy too, they think they are all that.
This came from a really Rubenesque gal, I think her name was Pat.
We stared at the skinnies, wishing they would be a little more fat.
Angry at their lanky svelte ways, I acted a bit like a brat.
When majority women
love majority men a lot,
I understand that strong
love they have toword us
But when majority women
Hating each other so much,
I always find hard
to understand
that phemena
Because majority
men love each other.
I have realized some conflicts
Of some mamas which caused
problems among some young men
As they always loved their mamas so much.
Some women can build self - hate and jealous
For no cause which can take
longtime for reparations.
Mothers matters always
Turned to be our matters
As their lovely sons.
My daily prayer is
to see majority
women living
in peace
And love
On this
Earth
Planet.
June 22nd 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
The sun no longer burns me
The clouds hugged away the moon last night
The stars sang from behind the curtain
Have you stopped hating me?
The cuckoo returns to the garden
as flowers sway in the breeze
and the nightingale dances on my patio wall.
Have you stopped hating me?
The storms go unreported.
The torrents of rain disappear.
And in the still night, the wolf howls are not heard.
Have you stopped hating me?
There's no more horror in the waves of the sea
The earth no longer shakes
Even the graveyard dogs are silent
Have you stopped hating me?
I hate you for what you made me do,
I hate you for making me love you,
I hate you for saying you will protect me,
I hate you for being the one hurt me.
I let my insecurities go,
I told you how much I loved you,
How safe you made me feel,
You are just like him
And I hate you.
I want to leave,
I want to be with the one who’s gone,
I will see you by Christmas,
I will be with you soon my angel.
I won’t bare another Christmas without you,
I thought I was finally safe,
I thought I was finally loved,
I was only being used and hurt.
I’m coming to you my angel,
Me and the baby will see you soon.
Loving love is when you
Meet that special person
Probably your soulmate
That you want to spend the
Rest of your life with
The two of you make a certain kind
Of magic together, and
It feels so good knowing
That you’ve found that special someone
And both of you want to
Spend every waking moment together
You cherish that closeness
It’s a beautiful feeling
Hating love is when you haven’t heard
From them in one or two days
Or when they start hanging
Out with their friends more
Which seems to make
Your mind wonder or
When you get tire of looking
Into each other’s face or when
You feel smothered
It hurts so bad and that’s when you
Hate being in love
Hating The Haters?
Written: by Miracle Man
6/5/2020
Protesters brandish signs which decry stop hate,
yet loot and burn until the hour grows late.
As intolerance is tested, many become agitated,
but the hate in man’s heart can’t be legislated.
Beyond our sight are those intent on causing trouble,
whose aim is to destroy, leaving livelihoods in rubble.
They don’t burn buildings based on pigment of skin,
but loot and leave graffiti and have no chagrin.
In pandering to voices because they’ve grown loud,
police give more oxygen to a match lighting crowd.
All lives matter not just those causing the affray,
we must move forth together as we seek a new day.
Baptized in the fires of pain
Judged by those with no name
Rise against those who take without shame
Show those fools they hold no sway
Your destination is all known
Six feet under you will go
Decomposition is thy art
For all that’s left is flesh and bone
Impurity is undefined
Listen to the words of the blind
Hearts all choked and full of pride
Where all goes yet nothing slide
Never mourning ever swarming
Turning black without warning
A million years of evolution
Never changed this revolution
From life to death that is the way
And that is how it shall remain.
i'm not
fond of
needles
but need
ed to give
my wife her
IVs every four
hours and
to this day
closing my
eyes i can
still see her
as i admini
stered her
medication
though i had
my eyes
closed
The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three gray walls
Choking on monotony
In a stifling, dreamless stall
I need to find the exit
Won't be like all of them
A dead eyed walking corporate corpse
Fake smiles, no brain stems
I know I need to hurry
Before they bury me away
And I become a pro quo victim
Soulless zombie for the pay
tearing herself up
wore her hatred like a flame
popping and crackling
Keeping the car rides back home
In my mind
Singing out loud
"Rolex with the diamond
Keep me shining
Gotta have perfect timing
When I'm riding
Ooh ooh ooh yeah"
I need that perfect timing
Truly do
Cuz I've been unlucky in love
Want that kind of love
Of pink diamonds
Of sunflowers
The red neon lights stopping us
Giving us more time
More than we need
Just what I want
Keep playing those tunes
For me
Let me sing again
Ayy, ayy
Never wanted traffic to be as worse
As it can be
Just don't let it turn green
Because I don't want to
Go home to reality yet
To morning light
Stay up all night
To not face dawn
But I had to
Maybe that was the only time
I hated watching the sunrise
What's that robed in gleaming emeralds rare,
Among the so-called dark-hued junkets plain?
So in blackest nooks glittering gems do glow,
Where prejudice would like them labelled vain?
Bravest arms that swift swords in virtue wave,
Cry for the very plunder their rawest valor gave;
Lying hands that didn't any valiant battles fight,
Claim the loot and push its owners out of sight.
Who is that warrior in harm's way yet unbent,
In peril's fierce path still going fast and stout?
See with what peerless conquest unparalleled,
The fitting patriot fags foes with fearless rout?
The country-loving martyr in clammy attires red,
Misses the full liberty into which his bravery led.
The country-hating bigot with faint fallacies bleak,
Takes all glory and dubs him an undeserving freak.
If Nature herself can't her succinct laws rewrite,
Don't tell me that Black is not as good as White!
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