Humanity Poems

We ignored
that sound before, thunder
approaching, and paid a heavy price.
Never again! Empty
rhetoric?


 This poem is written in the new poetic form Tritriplicata...Read More

Well written
researched
To make aware
Issues that its
Audeice needed
Words for definition
and clarity
Respecting all in its
consideration
Keeping in mind
Evolution change
and replacment
It details the cost
Of production citing
By admiration of
Those who reeinvented
Certain processes
To cause collaberations
And production
It created a need of
Its products and processes
By offering products with...Read More

                 Sharing the Stars
                    ...Read More

My internal experience of depression
today shames
external ecology of elation,
all I might know as warm extended family
of profoundly peaceful impressions
still bare surviving
at end of this slow-fading thread.

This morning
one Epictetus sentence
speaks of blaming left-hemisphere dominant GodVoices:

"People are disturbed not by things,
but by...Read More

Author Dana Redricks
February 25, 2020

When I look around me 
It's plain to see in the beauty
of nature there must be a
Creator are these things would
not be
So complex he has made you
and me
More complex than anything
a human can or could ever
truly...Read More

I woke up aware tho not responsive. I did not connect with any stored knowledge. Like when your computer is shut down 
improperly and Windows is not set to start up on next boot. All that surrounded me i drew...Read More

Dark is the vast cept one special place
From dust I am, his breath is me
Earth is my mother God is my face
Sacred am I of all that be
  
All the universe I search and sift
Ask is there more than...Read More

ROBERT
It means Light I am famed, I'm bright I'm shining
It is like brilliants shone sunshine rays
It is He God so hearkened
It is the memory of Sha'ulme'el to "asked of God
Who taught me to understand the ways of humanity yet serving...Read More

   We are like that: equal,
   different, dubious,
   imperfect,
   almost inhuman ...!...Read More

Being pulled from all sides in different directions,
with force so strong that can move a mountain.
These are ropes made of ego,masked with righteousness,
scented with entitlement and pride.
confused,worried,a little lamb,running and searching for haven.
Saw all the beautiful and colourful things,and ran...Read More

“Tubman”




What colours a heart
courage?

What colours a mind
belief?

What colours a soul
unity?

Underground
we carry torches

from station 
to station

We are the Light
We Lead

No colour 
No religion

No epic 
delusion

Where is the race?
The race to confusion?

We are One
You and me

We are One
We all bleed

Underground 
we carry...Read More

Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal...

Especially when giving cheeky badass
blemished physiognomic reflection
tricking me seeing displeasing likeness
Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing
his treasured invisible cutlass
poised to strike, (where spiderlines
instantaneously provoked, webbed,
and frankly zapped shattering experience),
whereby yours truly 

rendered...Read More

(1)         At the Edge of the Valley of Echoes

Little is written of The Valley of Echoes
Though many have halted at Valley’s edge
For few there are that would wander further
Where only unsettled wander,...Read More

darken cloud and vengeful wind, cast a shadow upon the land. he stands with her hand in hand. so the die was cast fated love was at last burning bright the world was set alight.  then the forces of...Read More

Habits are difficult to break…
and when lethal it is as if trying 
to scale a fence with barbs at the top. 

Smoking, drug addiction, 
bad relationships
attach to one’s spirit like flypaper
or gooey-spider-webs, entrapping
the soul, gumming-up divine essence
making it difficult for...Read More

    In this world of God,
   people die every minute,
   each second, more  born...Read More

A clenched fist rose in the air filled with chants and gun smoke
All across Africa we marched and our spirits never broke
The power of fingers clenched in a fist cracked walls of discrimination
Then oil unclenched the fingers and we started...Read More

O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven...Read More

Circumstances gatherings
Porcelain entrappings
Mr. and Mrs Johns
Keep forgetting to turn their praise on
Photosonic devastating 
Oh! But I just keep perpetuating 
While  those denisions keep on  arriving 
More to this 
This and more 
I am surviving 
Circumstantial gatherings
Keep the...Read More

This is First Poem of my Son

Do you know 
The plastic ban
The plastic ban
The plastic ban
Because the earth gets dirty.

Fishes eat that plastic
Animals get sick 
Animals get sick
Animals get sick
Making the oceans dirty.

Polluting gases in the air
Makes ozone hurt
Makes ozone...Read More

tombstones…death…life

in cemetery quietness				
tombstones rap
epitaphs of those
they are paid to represent…

on the outside arena
of the living
there are many of those
wearing and boasting
tombstones of life…

tombstones-like
shiny clothes
worn in winter
and thin by hunger
that infuses the bellies
of their children…all
carrying newspaper-blankets
for bus stop benches…
above their heads
posted...Read More

Sonnet And Rhyme, A Double Presentation

Are Poets Truly Born To Be Cannon Fodder

Heart struck, blood-let by black arrows thus shot
within soul- can not poetry reward,
those that ink giving freely all they got
playing face up, each and every card?

Does this darkened...Read More

‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains...Read More

"Virus"



Connections 
We are links 
in The Machine
We are the virus
spreading 
each weak application
generated internally
stored souls 
captive here 
in the
Great In-Between
We carry within
a programmed 
instruction,
we are simply 
software
processed by a 
Central Processing Unit
it sits commanding
fixated 
like a King 
at the Heart...Read More

A hungry beggar
or low bootlegger
a good soul senses their pain
gladly giving change
thanks and coins exchange
strangers never meet again.

Homeless foul the street
someone ought to tweet
bad souls see lazy losers 
sidewalk filthy freaks
without baths for weeks
street drunks and drug abusers.

So much damage...Read More