stewing in my own juices
in this
dystopia
of a nation
masked thugs
tearing
brown babies
from their mothers' arms
raking the brown
off the streets
disappearing the
inheritors of the kingdom
idiots who believe
in an ever-after
there will be
a time after
masked thugs
and mass terrorization
evil visits the evil
and payday
isn't always Friday
I can't wait
to write a poem then
but what will it be
by then
just
a poke in your
blind eye
and better juice
Categories:
inheritors, evil,
Form: Free verse
Sea trash begone, as youth shall surge
with their passion and devotion
Debris where land and water merge
Sea trash begone!
Breakthrough solutions in motion
ending plastic pollution purge
Serene is a blue-green ocean
Unafraid to swim and submerge
inheritors, high echelon
Fallen baton cease and emerge
Sea trash begone!
Categories:
inheritors, ocean, pollution,
Form: Roundel
I live in every man's struggles.
I lose myself in the crowd;
Everyone has a story of loss,
Of a childhood that ended abruptly,
Transmogrified into juvenile gods,
Worshipping, genuflecting, reacting,
Pale with the anguish of bent backs.
And every man lives in me,
As I in him, today and yesterday;
Ancestors and inheritors, possessors,
Crossing oceans, discovering realms,
Absorbing losses, sensing kinship
In the spurting blood of the enemy,
Enemy men, who say goodbye forever
To the children and mothers left behind.
I see myself in every man, even the enemy;
In the war cry, the final guttural effort
To resist the pale-faced smallpox carrier.
Categories:
inheritors, farewell, fate,
Form: Free verse
One of the great things about being an artist is that even if I can’t change the world I still have an unfettered opportunity to express my opinions. To keep from exploding, I made these pieces instead—Alice Deasley
Art As Activism I
It begins at home or should I say at the grocery store,
anywhere food is sold
Changes in ways to shelve groceries
should again be addressed, it’s still an issue
Packaging goes straight into the sea—the true trash can
Alternatives are store chains that use barrels for sweets, nuts,
dried fruit and edible seeds
More deli section, less packaged meats and cheese
Bakery containers, less packaged muffins
Plastic pollution solutions everywhere
Beach cleanups, volunteer to pick up litter
Our actions impact the ocean
even far away from the coast
land and water are connected
Buy plastic free, figure it out!
Less bagged chips, more glass bottled water and jars
Youth with passion will themselves create new ideas,
for they are the inheritors.
Categories:
inheritors, earth, ocean, planet, pollution,
Form: Free verse
Nothing is more precious than a child's love;
innocent, they implicitly trust you.
And they're as pure as the Angels above:
every expectant mother's wish come true.
Nothing feels as honest as a child's hug,
as they tenderly squeeze your heart and soul.
Children get along with a simple shrug;
finding ways to laugh, play games, and cajole.
Humanity's hopes live on through a child;
for they're the inheritors of our dreams.
And though they can be rambunctious and wild,
it's hard to resist their smile, so it seems.
Nothing can match the love that a child brings;
an innate love that tugs on your heartstrings.
Categories:
inheritors, age, beautiful, child, feelings,
Form: Sonnet
Legacy
Inheritors we are of depravity,
yet blame do we the ignorance of
those whom graves stolidly invoke,
or pity do we the oblivion of
the unborn, who, in our dirty shoes
shall sordidly rule the seven seas?
BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
Date: 27th October 2021
Categories:
inheritors, evil, future,
Form: Free verse
Doing the will of God* is His desire for believers
Obeying Him as the Master while overcoming selfishness
Increasing faith, having been imparted with divine nature
Nurtured with Scriptures' truth
Gearing toward faithful stewardship.
Taught to tread along righteous paths midst trials
Helped against temptations and downfalls
Exhorted with the Lord's goodness, the redeemed can do His will.
Workers in Christ's ministry, diligently persevering
Inheritors of eternal life, thankful to the Father
Loved by the Saviour and loving whom He loves
Lights shining with good works, they are surely blessed.
Offered to be enriched in labouring for the Creator's kingdom
Freed from slothfulness' slavery, they are partners in heavenly business.
God's will is revealed by His wisdom
Open for accomplishment with His strength
Determined to be done gladly by His children who please Him.
*Ephesians 6:6 Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart.
May 26, 2019
Categories:
inheritors, christian, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Acrostic
(Your Flowers Are Thorns too)
O! Nigeria
Your flowers are thorns,
And thorns are your attire,
When light comes,
They laugh and smell.
In the scorching noon,
You wear the colour of sanes;
And on the slate of the desert
You inscribe your ‘thirst’
You’re an off-shoot of thirst
Upon your head is a shawl Of smouldering sunlight,
Patience bounds your body,
As if the dry skin of silence
Is stretched on your termite-eaten skeleton.
O! Nigeria
Your shade has been
Scorched since your birth,
The womb of which
Gives birth to new mirages,
Even in the rainy season,
On seeing which,
Brackish dreams spill from eyes.
O! Nigeria
The fruits you gave down
Changed the promises they made
They forgot the time you and
Them were promosing to
Build your inheritors.
Categories:
inheritors, africa,
Form: Prose
Australia is for freedom
And a chance to live in peace
We stand shoulder to shoulder together
And not for giving grief
For we are daughters and sons
Under the Southern Cross
Inheritors of ANZAC
Proud and true knowing what it cost
Australia you bloody beauty!!
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
inheritors, celebration,
Form: Ballad
Heaven must yield to glory
Accept our orphaned children
Come light gentle bathe
These black forgotten corridors
Distorted images of death
Dance imperious before our eyes
Struggling to live right
Surviving the darkened dread
In the calm balm of amnesia
We float in carefree laughter
Defying the anchoring ache
Inhaling expectant death
Exhaling desired life
Walking the dichotomous path
Twinned joy and pain
Offspring at heaven’s door
Inheritors lost upon this earth
Seeking to reclaim the future
Bastard products of despair
We live in the dark alleys of history
The sunless realms of loneliness
The blind lanes of misery
Mystic impossibility
We claim divine birth rights
Watching deep into midnight
For the promised sunrise
Insipid timid reality
In disfigured disguise
Life is stone and bone
For the children of paradise
Categories:
inheritors, africa,
Form: Free verse
Clearly you see the darkness shadowed light stream still
Foretold is your future memories in stories they reveal
Ancestors inheritors legacies in the wind
Today is forever clearly you see the end
Categories:
inheritors, life,
Form: Verse
Within the fog of did you see?
An old woman, made up to the nines
Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass of wine
Waiting for a lover who never comes
Just shadows on the wall
Whispering names, through
Spiders silk, the inheritors
Of this forgotten, debutants ball
While Portraits glare at vacant laughter
An echoed waltz swirls
The embrace of loves decay,
Images now jailed within the Crystal shards
Of a fallen chandelier
A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,
This vigil Mask hiding mortality lost
Now broken and marking time,
Love lies lost in the barbed wire of war
Fallen stars to shine no more
Their Remembrance merging into darkness
Behind a cloudless unforgiving sky
Alone is the corpse in cratered field
Covered by poppies blood
Walked on by ghosts to come
Another Whispered soul is roaming
The guns have left their post
And Peace is just an illusion
For yet another Flanders ghost
This cruel winter’s night
The withered rose has lost its fragrance
The champagne has all gone flat
And love calls without an answer
For silence is the memory
And it is we
Who walk hand in hand
With our ghosts of War?
Categories:
inheritors, history, loss, war, lost,
Form: Free verse
Tausug children are the hope of the motherland
If the struggle for independence of the Tausug Nation is failed today
Yesterday shall never die for tomorrow
They are the inheritors if today’s craft
For tomorrow shall it last?
Failures are just but memories of the past.
That shall begin for the future task.
Dedicated to the Sulu Children
Taman Mesra, Sandakan.
12:19 am, June 12, 2009.
Categories:
inheritors, caregiving, childhood, daughter, dedication,
Form: I do not know?