All the dishes fell down broken
Favorite cups, you won’t believe
Smashed to bits, but it’s unspoken
Myths don’t mention human grief
They don’t want us to come close
Private troubles doesn’t count
If you ask, nobody knows
What was their crime about
The collective guilt is fake
There is no such thing on earth
Otherwise we’re God’s mistake
From the accident of birth
Trevelyan, a sole survivor
Is the one we should remember
See the picture of white rider
On eleventh of November
Of one thousand ninety nine
He escaped the great excess
Of the punishment, confined
To the Land of Lyonesse
Then the plot disintergrates
To the pieces that don’t fit
Well together, so it fades
To the dishes crashed in bits..
There is nothing eternal.
Therefore, we cannot be bound.
Yet, look upon reality!
With bound iron chains
Shouldered upon our backs,
We begin an invisible war.
"We win, and sometimes we fall."
There is something eternal.
Therefore, we are bound.
"In the name of family,"
With fused iron chains
Locked tightly against my chest,
In your name and mine,
We plant our flag upon this earth!
Before I start this poem, I seek
To acknowledge that I sit on the land of the Wequaeesgeek
And that my laptop, at which I peer through thick glasses
drowns islands in the Pacific with greenhouse gases.
I know life has always given me the edge
Due to my Jewish Ashkenazi privilege.
And being male I'm in the patriarchy
At the top of the oppressive hierarchy.
I apologize for my pronoun being 'he'
At least it could have been 'they' or 'we'.
I apologize that all these apologies are fake
And for the real apologies that I didn't make.
Now back to my poem, it occurred at night
I can't let that idea fade, take flight
I didn't have a pen; I should have written it quick
I've lost the thread and now I feel sick.
River to the sea
long road to that better land,
who knows what we'll find
nonstop cicadas chirp
cloudy moonlit night
summoning rain to dry land
have watched.
I have waited.
I have tended to my garden.
all in preparation
for my knight's imminent arrival.
I really thought
you'd be the one
to sail the seven seas;
to climb the tallest mountains;
to hike your way to me.
I see you now upon your high horse;
it toes the ground nervously.
you gaze into the horizon -
even way up here,
it reaches me.
I gaze back.
you assess the final threshold,
the No Man's Land between us:
you look at all the skeletons
of those fallen and failed from before you.
these sacred lands you now walk,
my knight,
weren't always so trodden,
so bloody.
but you didn't seem to mind.
not when it was only us standing -
you were tender,
you were kind.
and yet,
after all that,
i push myself to stand -
i will not look away -
i watch as you turn,
i watch as you leave...
now there's nothing left to say.
Now in the twenty first centuary
What feels like the land of dispare
Perhaps though just blissfully
People now so unaware
But still their is so much hostility
It seems tensions beging to flair
And the fabric of current society
More than ever stripped bare
And with the level of uncertainty
With all of the global warfare
Just looking back at history
Something you can't compare
Just word play some bits original idea behind
A new age poem 2020
Planting a seed
Blooming courage indeed
Looking up to the sky
Not considering, time to die
Knowing heavens are there
Protection from the crows who scare
Reading books filled with studies
Asking, how much money?
Trusting powers that be
Truth will see
Sun shining bright
An illuminating sight
When break time arrives
Reason to sigh
Showing a path
Towards the bath
Sweat well spent
Cultivating investment
Heat saying goodbye
Autumn leaves fly
Seasoned to perfection
Ready for collection
Harvest pay received
Graciously, I believe
Joyful thanks
Leaving the bank
No longer fearful and blue
Cash in hand is cool
Barreling pork
Work
Done
Time for fun
Spending
Since holiday season is pending
Intimidation threats are gone
Since courageous honesty is the new dawn
A Collaboration between Dorothy Gibbons and Natasha L Scragg first half Natasha second half Dorothy
I was lost in the land of Confused .com
When a Pink Power Ranger came to my aid
I told her of my techno trouble
But she admitted. " I'm afraid
We are in this land together
For I am confused as well "
Oh will anyone out there rescue us?
Only time will tell...
Aha ! I remember
Im Pink Power Ranger
Stops to think hmmm ... it's easy !
Techno problems are caused by men
Women are a smarter sex than that ...
Pink Power Ranger to the rescue
Eliminate all men from planet earth
A Collaboration Between Dorothy Gibbons and Natasha L Scragg First half Natasha. Second half Dorothy
I was lost in the land of Confused.com
When a Pink Power Ranger came to my aid.
I told her of my techno trouble
But she admitted, "I'm afraid
We are in this land together
For I am confused as well."
Oh, will anyone out there rescue us?
Only time will tell....
Aha! I remember
I'm the Pink Power Ranger
Stops to think hmmm... it's easy!
Techno problems are caused by men
Women are a smarter sex than that ...
Pink Power Ranger to the rescue
Eliminate all men from planet earth.
I regret that our land has lost its joy.
People live in misery,
Working without reward.
They receive lies as if they were food,
And survive on tears alone.
Power rests in the hands of rulers,
While the people remain blind and unheard.
Leaders speak of love,
Yet they write stories of pain.
They lead citizens toward suffering.
People dream of salvation
To end their difficult situation.
Truth is buried in silence,
And no one dares to comment.
Like oil that boils over,
Anger rises among the people.
Yet those in power seem heartless.
Rulers act like angels,
Always wanting to be first.
They rarely seek advice,
Though their speeches are full of mistakes.
People need warriors to confront the lions;
They seek saviors for the jungle.
Who will defend them from these troubles?
A child…in a foreign land.
Where we come from—it's all just sand.
Deserted the desert...
but still feeling tethered
to the place that feels
forever home.
Yet—that place
we can no longer roam.
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Left the home land with legislative laws.
As they contained loads of legality flaws.
The colour of my skin cutting at me like a saw.
No jobs, no work, it was my last straw.
Left the land I knew to go and find more.
Knowing that the Foreign Land would have something better in store.
When I moved—I thought my troubles would be soothed.
But found other trouble,
my persistent presence made the locals grumble.
Looked at as an immigrant,
but every day—
a defendant.
"They are stealing our jobs!"you say.
"They are stealing our wives!"you convey.
You never stopped to think—
That just maybe...
we're trying our best?
Yet...
we will always
be seen as less?
At home,
we've got families to feed,
we've got people who are in need.
But what you fail to understand—
We can't help them...
unless we are in the Foreign Land.
Right here in this land
Lucullan's garden of snow
Heaven has landed
How fast can I fall?
I have been stuck in limbo.
How hard will I land?
I am a baby
Teach me how to love this land
Africa is home
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