Hanging on quite desperations.
My feelings desires manifested as one.
You lie and you lie. you lie just for fun.
No consideration there's no where to run.
You lair, you lair. You lie just for fun.
I'm broken and beaten. My blood starts to run.
I'm drowning, I'm drowning asphyxiation.
Take this spear from side and let gods will be done.
Because you lied to me.
Now take your life for me.
Mortal desires manifested as one.
You wanted my death, well now here it comes.
Transgressions, transgressions no reflection.
They call me black Jesus, the world's only son.
because you lied to me.
Now take your life for me.
They martyr the murder out of desperation.
You lied and you lied
then you lied on your back
The train starts to run.
They stole the worlds freedom,
they called it red rum.
A killer I'll kill her, a killer for fun.
They stole the worlds freedom,
they called red rum
Because you lied to me
Now take your life for me.
Johnny was a teenage boy,
Young and bright, so excited.
Playing in the grass and mud,
Shining smiles, so delighted.
As he went to school that day,
Something broke, the world descended.
Countries tore each others land,
like wars in playgrounds, just pretending.
The year was 1939,
Europe fell, into chaos.
Johnny turned 15 that year,
Eyes so bright, dreams contagious.
He turned up to recruitment branch,
Passion high, determination.
Training started that same week,
Shining eyes, dedication.
Johnny wanted to be a tin soldier,
Johnnys gun was in his holster,
As he lied, on the grass,
Army of children.
Golden canes of ember light,
Shooting stars, through the night.
Fire from artillery,
Golden orbs, dazzling light.
A thousand footprints filled the mud,
Gaping holes, filled the soldiers.
Johnny’s dream was fading out,
Piercing eyes, hands get colder.
Dreams of playing in the grass,
Safe and warm, daddy’s shoulder,
Now he sits, he kneels and prays,
Covering, by a boulder.
Johnny wanted to be a tin soldier,
Johnnys gun was in his holster,
As he lied, on the grass,
Army of children.
Where were you?
____the days were dark
abyssal nights
Swallowing my love
when his soul was leaching;
fading into nothing
Where were you?
when he lied on his head,
stood with his tongue
and shed blood;his eyes
Pleading for mercy
in the filthy hands of devii
where was thy Divine power?
__spring of eternal water
for the thirst of soul
when his tongue was dry
Darting in and out
Counting seconds for him
to leave the earth
where were thy eagle eyes?
that watch thy lamb's feet
... ground they step on
and whatsoever comes forth
where were thy sharp ears?
when he was groaning
___deep pains and agony
fighting demonic diseases
where were thy healing hands?
that were not laid on him__
Until he flew away
like a bird and never returned.
Oh! God where is he....
©MZEE MACH
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
At first, I did once, spending my whole night
Started from the topic I needed to write
Half of pantoum, I dozed off
Felt like floated with the roof
My poem was posted after a week, fight!
All entries were judged after some few months
My poem moved to next page, new poems in front
Mine wasn’t found on the list
After passing judges’ wrist
Whose strictness lied on perfect rhymes and fonts.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
Some are like gold in your life
Some are gold-plated
Know the difference
Because this will show you the reality of life
You can be lied on
Talked about, plotted against
And still, win
Often people try to spin you in
A direction that is not linked to your purpose
Break free and see the glory of your story
Every season of life
Should give you a reason to try again!
As you retrain your mind
And remove the blind spots that
Often plague human lives
You will realize that you are stronger than the storm
Getting up and trying again should be the norm so
Know who is gold and who is gold-plated in your life
This will make a difference
Because this will show you the reality of life
Yet in the end, you can be lied on
Talked about, plotted against
And still, win
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
I once knew a little girl coming of age. She often put her trust in people, places and things. She met liars, cheaters, users, abusers frequently in her mind, soul
her self esteem broke, her kindness taken for weakness she was labeled a fool,
crazy, stupid because she cared too much. ungrateful individuals seemed
to be captured by her presence. places she treaded searching for an escape
only to face mental abuse on repeat that turnt to broken trust, disappointments,
and physical abuse that turnt to brokeness. weariness seeking to regain her
Self-control, spiraling out of control, continously lied on, her name scandalized. She's wearing these labels for game? and often the topic for belittlement, She
was ridicule . This little broken, despite that she is overcoming, striving to stay
on track for this little girl is blooming into a woman that holds love in her broken
spirit to dim her light yet stillness and tranquility remains in her heart.
My left hand tried to crawl up her leg
she felt as if it was a spider
and screamed suddenly,
then smiling, knelt on her knees
and lied on the beach just beside me;
I saw her sparkling eyes,
and sliding her beautiful body
like a snake on the sand
so close to me,
and she whispered in my ear
but in anger,
“You are a stupid monkey!”
Luckily, what she said
was not heard by anybody
He entered this world through humble means.
When baby Jesus cried he was amongst
the animals.
He came to save a dying world in need of
a savior.
He walked the streets sharing the gospel
of love.
He was amongst them and they knew him
not.
They spit, mocked and lied on him.
And sentenced him to death.
What was his crime?
His crime was love, (He loved God)
For it written in John 3:16
16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. NIV
God loved the world, and he loved God
But who was this man?
He Was:
The prince of peace
The bright and morning star
The Good Shepherd
The Son Of David
Lord of Lords
Bread of life
King Of Kings
Although he was all those things, he was the
son of God, he gave his life for you and me.
* Inspired by the “ Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am”
contest
4-24-2021
Dad dug some clams when I was eight,
to boil alive, to my chagrin
I heaved, contemplating their fate.
Oh, What the hell, just toss one in
he scolded me,
you can't beat free.
Dad assured me it'd taste great
but it looked like guts with no skin,
and doubtful, I stared at my plate.
Slurp it up, he said with a grin.
Gritty with sand,
it tasted bland.
I made a face at my first taste,
and my dad struggled not to laugh.
I knew he didn't like to waste,
so I gave him my other half.
Please finish mine,
it tastes divine.
It left a bitter aftertaste
and yet, I lied on my behalf,
sounding insincere in my haste.
It would have failed a polygraph
if dad had one,
but I was done.
(Posie)
8/29/2018
Overwhelmed
as mama offers a stare
at me.
Behind sleepy eyes;
I watched.
You would lay on the floor,
despite my warnings
You naughty child.
You cant stop snoring
like your father
she whispered
as she watched over
me like an angel
as I lied on the tiled floor.
You obviously
Took both our characters
my priceless jewel.
I opened my eyes
As I said to her;
There is no me without you
MAMA.
Those words caressed her skin
like the freshness of the breeze
after rainfall that she smiled
so softly.
I fell asleep peacefully
filled with stories
my mother told me,
knowing there is someone
guarding me like a god.
November 3, 2017.
Sometimes I sit and wonder, I sit and wonder WHY
WHY the person who suppose to love me does nothing but make me cry
Does nothing but cause me pain and hurt me to the core
When all I wanted was love but instead I got hate more
I tried my best to fix it but it was broken to no return
Letting go and letting God was something I had to learn
I also wondered WHY and what I’m suppose to do
When they say it’s just the liquor but yet I feel it’s true
I feel like it is meant and I feel like it’s intentional
It’s done directly to my face, its kinda 3 Dimensional
I have been Lied on, Scammed on and had rumors spread about me
Whatever it took just to make another doubt me
Hated for me to shine, Always tried to put out my light
Always been wrong but convinced yourself you were right
Placing blame on me, Never admitting your faults
Telling lies and secrets, but want yours locked in a vault
Verbally abusive, sometimes physically too
But then you play the victim, How could that even be true
I often sit and wonder how you could cause such trauma
Be so Evil, Hateful and Spiteful and cause so much Drama
I also wonder WHY, WHY this person is my Mama............
She was on the road
When they allure,
Seeing her alone
They were four
She tried to ignore,as they felt bore
She warn,i m not whore
Then,she implored
But they shut the door
Said once more
She lied on the floor
Yelling for help
They were as drunk as a lord
At the end ...she had to pulled the cord.
I lied on the green ,soft rug
lilies and daffodiles are the to give a shrug
The colorful silk is to the earth a rag
the cheerful sun is to me a tag
on the morning the sun showers
I lied to feel the beauty with raised eye brows
The wind and the sun are allied powers
gave birth to the both sun and wind flowers
standing humbly outstanding towers
In the mourning they run together
the wind , the rain and the sun to gather
the breeze , the dew and the beautiful landscape
holding the earth , wraping with the cape
the bad foggy earth's shape
from this beauty scenery, I cannot escape
Yes I've had my UPS and downs
My smiles and frowns
I've been talked about and torn down
Yes I'm a broken woman
It takes all for someone to love someone as broken as me
But with me is where he wants to be
I've been lied on and cheated on
Used and abused
Was I afraid he was going to do it to me yes
Because I am a broken woman
I never thought I could ever love again even worst allow another man to
Become my best friend
But look at me I'm smiling in happy
I'm loving him deeply
And the best part about it he loves me back
Broken woman and all
"Goodnight my dear", Mother said
As I lied on the old bunk bed
"Don't close the door"
I used to say, as she would turn, to walk away
Once again she said "Good night"
And with one stroke, shut off the light
Night is what I’ve come to dread
So I'd slipped the covers, o'er my head
My brother, used to sleep with me
The upper bunk, is where he’d be
The mattress sagged, the bed would squeak
He’d toss and turn, then fall asleep
But now he’s gone, they say he died
I do not know the reason why
Still late at night, the bed will squeak
When the mattress sags, I dare not sleep
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