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...You see people dividing us,
some ‘oppressors’ and others ‘oppressed,’
they claim that it’s ‘social’ justice,
a brutal and crushing concept.
They care not for what you have earned,
they don’t even care about crime,
just look at skin and genitals,
ignoring what is in your mind.
You’re not a person to these types,
just a thing they can move about,
they care not for your sovereignty,
for morals, what’s wrong and what’s right.
But free people are entitled
to equality under the law,
to be treated one at a time,
not given a deal that is raw.
If your county favors this way
then you’re living in tyranny,
that government should be abolished
or altered until you are free.
Perhaps the worst are those out there
who silence voices they don’t like,
attack you job your family
if you exercise free speech rights,
trying to warp your very thoughts
by restricting what you can say,
those who ‘cancel’ are the monsters,
much deserving of all our hate.
What is a man if he cannot
think and express what he finds true?
Freedom demands we speak our peace,
it’s a duty we have to do.
Without it all the bad ideas
aren’t subjected to real critique,
that’s why they want to silence us,
to hide that their bullies and freaks.
They make up all these ‘hate speech’ laws
to try and put a bow on it,
but freedom always cuts both ways,
we need the good words, and bullsh-t.
If your country won't allow this
then you’re living in tyranny,
that government should be abolished,
or altered until you are free.
POTW 12th May 2019
Thank you for visiting my third Visual Video Poem, more or less a continuation of my previous poem – ‘The Dreamer’
(I invite you to view the complete production effects and the superb narration by Kelvin on the video above)
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when faith in ourselves will unshackle old beliefs
I LIVE FOR THE DAY belief in The One Spiritual Energy will be redeemed
I LIVE FOR THE DAY that armed conflict against so-called enemies
Is declared pointless and therefore unnecessary will be deemed
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when wizened skin a thing of beauty will be perceived
Our elders revered and adhered
Their words of wisdom respected and believed
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when people will recognise the power of natural curing
And not be influenced by the greedy Pharmaceutical manipulating
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when equality by all will be shared
Power segregation abolished ~ racial discrimination repaired
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when schools will encourage children’s gifts and abilities
Rather than stick to outdated systems that stifles innovation and possibilities
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when Man will adapt to our Earth a more reverent conservation
Our steadfast purpose toward environmental change
And Mother Nature becomes our commitment to her preservation
I LIVE FOR THE DAY …
By Maria Williams
Copyright © Maria Williams
Video arrangement, production, direction
and compilation:
Ron Williams
Video editing, sound mixing, graphics:
Jayne Hartano
(Our very own Lariese.com Art Director)
Voice over:
Kelvin
Music:
Our Future
Composer:
Peder B. Helland
POTW 12th May 2019
my fellow Americans
welcome to the regime
where the shot is part of the show.
human rights have been abolished for the middle class, the skid row,
the butcher the baker, the history maker, and all of the below.
your white card has been declined.
they will use your blood to cover their sins
file your complaints to the void.
The American dream? Today, it ends.
Now, you feed your kids to the flame,
all in the name of moloch and ba'al,
then you feed on the ash, or sell it for cash, till the stock market crashes and fails.
my fellow Americans
welcome to the regime
where they'll use the blood of children to cover their sins,
look you dead in the eye,
and say they're clean.
welcome to the city of angels.
the only place where you can find a woman you swear looks like Sabrina Carpenter, on a row of billboard signs, riding a hockey stick like a #15 pen.
I don't care how many times you lick that racket
or how hard you spank yourself with it.
I don't care...and I will never care about tennis.
and to your left, half-quarter arsed projects.
plastered with the same Sabrina Carpenter publicity stunt double for the next two blocks on your commute home.
above one of the hockey stick jockey clones in various poses,
a fading, ripped sheet of paper in shotty Arial font, that says "are you gay and..."
now I can't say the word on TV. but it rhymes with how i feel, which is "broken-hearted".
and below everything i just mentioned, pools of wasted oil so slick it reflects the sky,
offering the illusion of a sinkhole
to a parking lot underground,
but no
this is but a wide puddle, half of a quarter of an inch tall.
AND THIS...
...splash...
...is the bottom.
Jesus Christ, wondrous Saviour* of mankind
Holy God incarnate, reaching our heart
offering love, indeed freedom-designed.
Precious Messiah, grace He does impart
with life eternal, granting blessed hope
such we can own and share along faith start.
As the Emmanuel, He knows our full scope
He’s ever-present in His pardon glow
we experience with joy around trust rope.
Our Redeemer, we thank for mercy flow
He’s our good Shepherd we praise and follow.
*2Timothy 1:10 But is now made manifest by the appearing of our Saviour Jesus Christ, who hath abolished death, and hath brought life and immortality to light through the gospel.
June 15, 2021
5th place, "Jesus" Terza Rima Poetry Premier Writing Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 7/11/2021.
World War 3
Basic instinct of human is to kill.
How long will it take for human civilisation
to get reformed, can’t be predicted.
The more powerful will be a Nation
the more greed to rule the world
and capture other countries
will get stronger.
Common populace does not support war.
Administration take decisions,
If one Nation initiates on invasion
to capture piece of land of other Nation,
or overpower other’s freedom,
World peace is always vulnerable at random.
Other associated countries get automatically involved.
And World War starts, problem will not be solved.
Now another modern nasty technique :
Most modern Bio weapon has got intrusion.
Inventing techniques to infect other countries
spreading fatal viruses to abolish populace.
The old idea to drop Nuclear bombshells is going
to abolished
So far every human does not admit own identity
as Global Citizen, then discrimination
between racism and religion will continue.
World Wars will never stop.
Human Race should follow only one religion
and that is human religion.
To prevent World War 3,
the only solution is COMPASSION for all GLOBAL CITIZENS.
LOVE and RESPECT every human being
irrespective of culture, race and religion.
Otherwise World War 3 will occur
sooner or later.
I'm a forgotten home!
Don't say so, it's not true.
I have not forgotten you.
Haven't you heard?
Sentiment has been abolished -
I've long since been demolished.
The place I stood on Cottage Street
is now a park where children meet
to play.
All the better!
Those children's voices
echo what my heart rejoices -
the Caswells of Huntington Park
who created light where there was dark -
the happiness, the joy, the spark.
Laura Caswell, the maid, and her child were spurned,
marriage, annulled, by rich family (burned),
then met a carriage driver -
hadn't much money, but wouldn't deprive her
of love.
Soon, six more children were born.
They left New York for California one early morn
and built you -
the house on Cottage Street.
A photo from nineteen-sixteen depicts
Oscar, Laura, Gramps, and children, six.
The oldest, 11-year-old Gramma, with her bow
and smile -
pure sunshine, all aglow.
Grammy grew up and lived next door
in the small house they built from roof to floor
where she would have a son.
It's there, amidst the wild fun,
my dad's grandparents, and each uncle and aunt,
would he, an idyllic boyhood, grant.
In my own childhood, my father was the one
to shine on me, that same ray of sun.
So, Cottage Street house, as long as I'm alive, it's true,
there's one old man who has not forgotten you.
...and so, a home, long since uprooted,
it's beams and rafters reconstituted
inside a geezer's heart,
where a voice jarred him with a start,
and said...
When your time comes, by and by,
this home awaits you in the sky.
Prejudice, inferiority and abuse
maligned, hashtagged, and dogged
heels of peoples uprooted peoples
south of the equator, or elsewhere
whose epidermis strongly hinted
fifty plus shades of ebony.
They found themselves in debasement
within complex edifice housing
facade of equality
ofttimes receiving punishment
their sole supposed crime
accentuated, heightened, perpetrated
courtesy born swarthy complexion
even if prominent features
(think European) quite apparent.
Two hundred and thirty three months
into twenty first century
bias toward slave descendants
wracks western civilization in general,
and United States of America in particular
i.e. land of the free and the home of the brave
keynote doth ardently heard far and wide,
yet many nth generations removed
since slavery abolished
still remain shackled, especially
when men/women in blue
subject random person of color
to physical assault
frequently culminating with death
of falsely accused
whereby police person acquitted.
Day after day, week after week,
month after month... brutish and nasty
thuggish haughty uniformed cops
create deadly merciless altercations
begetting livid rage among populations
anonymous brethren beaten, shot, strangled...
ensuing hatred particularly endemic
within lower income poorer neighborhoods
where bedlam runs amok!
Hunger is terrible, it hurts, it gives us sadness, it makes us feel so down.
Hunger is from the intent to dominate, the failure to make food free and available.
Hunger was never like this, food use to grow freely, like apples and all kinds of food.
Hunger was created to cause us harm, to make us pay, to make us be under control.
Hunger should be abolished, food should grow freely again, farming should be taught to all, and all should be able to learn.
Hunger can be ended, everyone should take notice and take time to end hunger forever.
Hunger walk-in places should be created to feed people, no one should go hungry, making them angry and unable to feel good.
So feed the hungry, grow food freely, work toward the best we can be today and into the future.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Just drop once, when you happen to go by.
A tale they may count, mountains of my country;
Of paradise invaded and forests destroyed,
Of vessels adrift and sailors athirst,
Of savage hunting and extinction of the Dodo.
Witness to history stand mountains of my country;
Bloodshed, war times, hunger and poverty;
Settlers, slaves, coolies or expatriates,
They know all, who defiled in time.
Inert and helpless lay mountains of my country.
Waves of changes struck their homeland.
Forest cried but sweat fell with hope in heart
For making habitation in a newfound land.
Store of knowledge are mountains of my country.
They may tell you of slavery abolished,
Of unification of heart and mind and
The fight for freedom for a respectful life.
Beware, omniscient are mountains of my country
They may tell you of clean or dirty business.
Of unity in diversity or the fumes of hatred
Which burn dark hearts in the sanctity of homes.
Sages are to me, the mountains of my country.
From childhood to youth to parenthood;
Refuge they gave my helpless heart,
Blessed me when crossing overseas,
And were always here to welcome me back.
I love and respect the mountains of my country!
11/07/16
Contest: Mountains
Winner: 1st place.
When Napoleon declared the French parliament defunct,
representatives beat him up. A couple hundred miles away,
Beethoven scribbled over his own dedication to Napoleon,
whom he had supposed to be a champion of liberty.
As climbing the greasy pole goes,
this wasn't exactly polished.
He was roughed-up - by politicos!
Can't blame them: no-one likes being abolished
(for sure, not these ego-bloated shysters!)
What else? Oh, in a paroxysm of rage,
an eccentric Kapellmeister
gouged a hole in a music page.
For all his smiling talk of ease and glee
(tomorrow), his eloquent implorings,
this moment always comes.
The pipes get drowned by drums.
The sleek ship of self-regard, so sleazily,
drifts free of its decent moorings.