one little dog and her squeaky toy
Mr soldier
Drop your weapon, your gun
Here is not a war zone but a city
Use your wisdom, ain't you educated
Harassing a civilian, instead of protecting them
Your duty is detecting the criminals not a commoner.
Mr soldier
You're not stronger than the people
You're only armed and authorize not the mighty
Drop your arrogance, it's not important
Stop the intimidation and pick up humility.
Mr soldier
I've got so much respect for you
Defending and protecting our nation
From oppositions even amidst dangers
But I despise oppression
Humiliating an innocent citizen.
A sudden crash awakens the night.
Thundering boots stomp,
heightening fear.
Little spots of light dart across the room. A half-naked man, bewildered and angry,
a wall of blue invaders violated his castle.
Pinned to his bed, with a truncheon to his throat,
he hears a woman's hysterical pleas for mercy,
unaware of their crimes.
A singular figure stands tall, self-righteous,
demanding their passports in an authoritative voice.
" Are you married to this woman?"
" Are you a permanent resident?"
These are the questions asked by the invaders.
If this sounds familiar, you would be wrong,
New Zealand in the 60s. One of her proudest moments?
Once dubbed the land of milk and honey of the Pacific,
inviting her poorer cousins to part-take in her fortune.
Then she ridiculed and scorned her guests,
labeled overstayers by her gracious host,
with the blessings of her white populace.
My fellow countrymen do not wish to be reminded of such events.
In this land of milk and honey, covered in sheep dip.
It is good to remember, in case we forget and repeat,
Lest we forget the lessons of our past.
kicking grass clippings
shaking a toy forcefully
scaring neighbor's dogs
"Better to die fighting for freedom than being a prisoner
all the days of your life "
Bob Marley
In life
What has the beginning
can also have its end.
In life
What seems tolerable now
Can become intolerable in the future.
Many African countries had been bullied
for many years by some super powers.
It was difficult for many African countries
To speak loud about some atrocities
Because of intimidations of loosing
some western benefits.
How life is about,
Now there is popular political intimidation
of South Africa to loose some western deals
because of filling a genocidal case
against Israel.
I don't think it is fair to continue keeping
quiet while Israel government continue committing
crimes against humanity in Gaza.
I don't think other African countries
will support some oppressors
and let South Africa down.
In life
Speaking the truth
Is always my wish.
Domination, fear based station,
intimidation, seeks trepidation.
agitation, heated conversation.
Ignore. Be patient.
I've posted a piece, called "mean girl," that's longer than the poetry section allows.
In the "Short Story" section.
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary. *shrug*
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/mean_girl_10557
If you bother, I hope you like it!
‘I leave am for God’
Is the poor man's prayer
When he submits to higher realms
Transferring judgement to higher forces
The answer to that prayer is often terrifying
When you take another for granted
Trampling on another because you are advantaged
Usurping communal wealth because you are in charge
Bleeding the flock you are supposed to pastor
It is the poor man that bears the brunt
Don't fall a victim
Intimidation
No justice, No peace
Written: by Miracle Man
4/20/2021
Since birth, each step, that man has taken,
has molded us into who we are today.
At times perhaps our world was shaken,
and we’ve looked to God to light the way.
Now, division among us propagates like cancer,
and an outcry for social justice has grown loud.
Prayer for our country is the viable answer,
then we can unite as one, each feeling proud.
But today, some focus on revenge and hate,
and this only escalates the problems at hand.
It’s long past time for this tendency to abate,
only God can forgive sin and heal our land. *
* 2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
Forgetting where to look within the eyes of me
Noted case of the rudiments of your hospitality
Don't forget to pray to those who may think they need
to quench the thirst of something they chose to never see
Wandering through the path of another's self indulgence
Creeping through the cracks of all the walls belligerence
Dying on the seed born from the speakers pestilence
When the voices that surround you make sense without sense
Laughter is a challenge between the torture of the three
Pulling on the passions of the hidden genius within me
Seeing the naked eye of invisible clothing covering she
When everybody in the world controls the mind of the free
and that is We, Myself, I, and Me...Trilaterally with She...
bmdavey@11/13/18
Alas they as are born as albinos
What is more for them to undergo
Though contracted in a bow of woe
Don't they also deserve to be known?
Now ask I where is the tie
That binds one being to another
When one race lives high
And place inferiority on the other
O what causes this shot of madness
To such a loving nature
Could it be the habits of loneliness
In which they take no pleasure
When men mock the creator's scope
Their imaginations becomes barren
What image feeds desires and hopes
When all they seek for is a reason
In the bitterness of their wounded spirit
Life becomes a channel of blur grace
Why exist such scornful superiority
From a different color race
Now the tenderness of acceptance pass them by
For I dare to ask if it is a crime
Must albinos forever in heart cry
Since they exist from a different color line
A chilled moon was standing
between the lovers
and night was cruising around
to extract the blood
of a hangman.
You want to go back and talk
to old house for selling the dreams
again. When the body ends,
the hunger lives in another eye. Let
me break the cycle and become
fodder of a thought.
Layer up layer aching in
half-sleep brings the frozen rain
falling from icy peaks. You bring
cherries for moon who wants more.
Give me a window to have
a glimpse of still life.
Satish Verma
Why are you so intimidated by me?
Is it because I undress you with my eyes and cause you to smile and see the real me?
The potential that is hidden beneath a thousand brick waiting to be unleashed...
Why are you so intimidated by me?
Is it because I make you nervous and too afraid to challenge the bureaucracy?
The unjust and inhumane red tape that holds one race at ransom and the other roams
free.
Why are you so intimidated by me?
Is it my fierceness, my uncompromising or unwavering position?
The stance that all should possess if we believe in
Equality
FREEDOM for the blacks who are enslaved by their inferior mentality.
Bumblebees kiss Lamb's Ear
Drink nectar from tiny blossoms
I dare not go too near
For their sting is very awesome
Inspired by Brian Strand's latest contest
but not an entry..
Awesome: Intimidating
The gray sky stifles me
with it's thick fog
of underlying epistles,
causing my soul to shudder
I feel as heavy as a mountain,
but I'm only a molehill
on the edge of earths bend
my hands, he says
are too small
to write big
so I stick to the surface
and scribe
of faint occurrences
that define naught
because he's fearful
of my poems truth
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