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City Halls and Councils in Lecture Mathematically Ending File

Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong

Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal

The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language 
In America 
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation 
Open market Economics allows applications


Trickle Down Tips

Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp 
Allotted and zeroed burden

Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases

Those whom capitalize 
remove civil liberties

This is lobby, page, reception, speculation 
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument 
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare

The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance 
This is corruption 
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral 
Loss of life as replaced in numerical 
Press campaign powers

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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott


Deep

On this road of life
When being glow in thought.
Deep.
Breath in breath

That all is gone without fault.
Deep.
Deeper is life that we all go down the hell
In ignorance of the war against us.

Despite our activist in religious sects.
That we in most essence
Stand prey of the end time priests.
Not even of special life

As we merry also 
In this way our leaders are grooming us.
Hate speech and freedom of speech.
Are the Goliaths dominant in our nation.

Deep.
Deeper do we go in all things
Even when tables are shaken
To unveiled the hidden in all holiness.

Oh saviour!
Help us out lest we go down the deep innocently.


© olorode olorunleke.

Premium Member Light Dancer

why
soil sun
keshagesh?
your children need
light



*Tribute to Buffy Sainte-Marie.....A Real North American Hero

Many have asked for more info on my write...
Buffy Sainte-Marie, singer, songwriter, teacher, Native-American political activist, has just 
released her newest CD..."Running For The Drum" her first in 13 yrs..... born in Canada, she 
espouses her heritage as 'Native North American...and in this CD, she has a song "No No 
Keshagesh" ( a Native American...'Piapot-Cree'  slur for ...'greedy-guts') that admonishes the 
actions of modern-day speculators and bankers...hope this helps explain my lanterne!
Form: Lanterne

Premium Member An Algorithm Had The Day

The ALGORITHM had its day
Causing mass confusion, disgust with foul play
The day a waste of time unless generously used 
As an activist for social change much more amused
The algorithm has its weekly picks
Causing alarm to its own members politics          
Pausing are moments of awareness of harm
Losing its confidence and poetry charm
Enabling cruelty upon its own community
Does not readily afford cavalier immunity 
The buzzing annoyance is seen only weekly when 
For a poem’s brilliance earning them an honor chosen 
Not sympatico to spare any feelings
On the contrary these are dirty dealings 
Unshared is what has been tossed in the soup
Manipulation meant for unsuspecting, driven by a coup
A group of troublesome lifers who cawk and complain 
Hurtful and shameless with nothing more to give or gain
It’s they who buzz around the clock in the broth bowl
Denial of words mirrored and who love-on as the troll
It’s what keeps them afloat and this for not long
Theirs's a sinking ship—prolonged
Let not the poet’s freedom of speech this be of
‘What’ the poetry site is willing to preach hereof 
Not a good look 
A possible hook?
Keep the sagas flowing
Fueling of hatred showing
Bringing to the spotlight what he/she dictates
Hiding ‘hind algorithms inhabited by humanoid hate
A poetry site's admin throws itself into the mix
Whether it be a lesson Or just for kicks
It shows mistrust, question, and doubt
Really this what it be, about
By its accidental-exacting choice 
This reality is the true voice
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rosa Parks

Rosa Louise McCauley Parks
On December 1, 1955 She lit up a huge spark
She refused to give up her seat that day on the bus
Instead, she proudly sat, made faces and ignored the fuss






Rosa Louise McCauley Parks (1913 – 2005) was an African American civil right’s activist and seamstress whom the U.S. Congress dubbed the “Mother of the Modern-Day Civil Rights Movement”.Parks is famous for her refusal on 1 December 1955, to obey bus driver James Blake’s demand that she relinquish her seat to a white man. Her subsequent arrest and trial for this act of civil disobedience triggered the Montgomery Bus Boycott, one of the largest and most successful mass movements against racial segregation in history, and launched Martin Luther King, Jr., one of the organizers of the boycott, to the forefront of the civil rights movement. Her role in American history earned her an iconic status in American culture, and her actions have left an enduring legacy for civil rights movements around the world. (From wikipedia)
Form: Clerihew


Friendship: Just Like a Palm Tree

Friendship: Just Like a Palm Tree 


By Izunna Okafor


From the crusts of lonely loams
It gently roots inner and outer
And softly pullulates harder and taller
To register its purpose to mankind.

Like the trunk, the bond glues harder
To the closely open hearts of soil
Who signed for mutual reciprocation.

Its oil heals internal and external wounds
Smoothens the rough path in the journey of life
And generally satisfies the ravenous and thirsty mind
Amidst love, sweetness and uncommon affableness.

It is a shelter
To those who faithfully embrace it
It is a protection 
From both the seen and the unseen blitzes.

Though it might be swayed or troubled at times
The frond fans away fears, worries and anxieties
And breezes up pleasure and comfort
Drawing from the wind and coolness of the heavens above.

From its base to the apex
Valuable is every tranche thereof
Beholding its mutual and universal foredeal
Both in the long and the short runs.

Just like a palmtree
Friendship is fecund, impactful, virtuous and gainful
Though bad may fitfully come therefrom
That, the good utterly outweighs.



About the Poet:

Izunna Okafor is a bourgeoning novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.

Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, has won over 20 literary awards, has four published books to his credit, in addition to hundreds of online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.
Form: Epic

Protesting Poets

Poets in the pot
Striving not to get cooked
For poverty in the hood
As gotten all hooked 
Becoming ingredients of hunger 
For all to maw

A new season...
A fresh session...
For the wrong reason... 
Recession a new name 
Best known to them

Stimulating ideas cocooned 
We are the laughing flock
of several rudderless shepherds
Life of a wordsmith activist
Still in the soup stewed 

Strands of words
whittled to bullets and pellet
Firing from all cylinders
our pot-belly shepherds 
Sorting out issues with Pen
But bullied with hunger

Ohhhhhhh... 
Analytical paralysis in full swing
Poetry an apt medium 
for language of protest

Bully me not today 
With words, we travel to freedom castle 
With hunger, we fro back into fiefdom cabin
Bold and grave, brave and spot on
Fighting with the tongue and pen 
Shall our tongues be mute
when deeds are wrought 
Yet our minds far away 
From the battle field


Alayande Stephen T. 
9.25pm
5th October, 2016
At the office

 
NB- Just thinking aloud yesterday with the members of Loudthotz Poetry trying to play on (Protesting Poet or Poetry) on our whatsapp group and this poem came knocking...

Premium Member Pre Cycled

I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the holes in my jeans – work put them there.
I didn’t pay extra for a fashionista tear
The words that I speak are simple and true
yet those that will listen are distant and few
now sadly it seems that in moments pensive
“someone” finds what I said “somehow” offensive
to someone who lives in a past “reconstructed”
or worse in a world that’s been “self” destructed.
I’ve worked for the planet – forever recycled
and before it was “fashionable” – yes! I bi-cycled
through traffic and pot holes in sunshine and rains
over crisscrossing tracks of ever late trains
through the streets of the city, the suburbs – for fun
cuz my knees hurt so much I could no longer run.
I drove tiny cars that strained on hills steep
no activist here – I was just cheap
So after you rant and rave and shout
Gather your sneakers and throw them all out


John G. Lawless
©12/15/2021
Form: Rhyme

She was an enigma

She was an enigma -
Complex and beautiful in her chaos
A painful hunger consumed her being
Not for food, but for an untouchable perfection
Disappearing was routine,
Yet it didn't stop her from wanting to be seen

She was a victim of continuity -
Of privilege, ego and power 
Of a world still ignorant to her differences 
To a world who still criminalised black kids
She lived a life her parents lived
Continuity was the burden she carried
Not of her bloodlines lack,
But of a world who hated black

Picked apart, she was dissected
Visible but unprotected 
Her life was a series of persistent questions
Not to hear her side, but to reject it
To use her trauma against her
To gouge a reaction, 
To stereotype, to label, to call her 'dramatic'

Her world revolved around survival
Of slipping through systems trying to be quiet
Not from shyness
But to make it out alive to get justice 
To hold the world accountable -
For crimes against her peoples blackness

She didn't want to be a statistic -
Just a girl who lived among racists,
But, who escaped to become an activist 
Whose legacy was a safer place for future generations of black kids

So, yes she was an enigma
But her impossibility carved her a path into a new era
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Prayer For Abortion 4

Prayer for Abortion 4

Eternal Father,
mycatholicsource.com said that the pro-life activist was arrested for displaying the remains of the unborn baby without a permit
It is unjust to perform an abortion for overcoming the lives of the people-the mother and the baby
It is to help my life have some prosperity
The life of my child NOT to feel the difficulties of what this life has to offer when he comes out of the world
Please guide me on each step I make 
Give me perseverance to strive hard to reach the best
Be successful
I ask You these in Father Christ name
Amen





Prayer to Poem: 6282018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza 
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