Long Advocate Poems
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There whirls a world about a star
Gathering motes of dust from Far-A-Far
Upon the shining silvered seas' bright skin
That cloaks the place three-fourths within.
Upon the multicolored shards of stone
Reflecting from her fragile face
Some billions of small beings wander,
Ask themselves if they alone
Exist within the boundless dark
The very question seeks to sunder
Restraints of heartless reason stark
That advocate their ending without trace.
She shines against obsidian deep,
Bestirs Infinity within its sleep;
Tried at times the patience of formless Elohim
Stirred wings that whisper in the golden wind.
So She calls attention, having no intent
To do so, down upon her gleaming self
An invocation insincerely sent to a God or Gods unknown
Who may arrive someday to collect the rent
To tally up the Pros and Cons
Gather up such seeds as sown
Through troubled course of her existence, then begone
To distant parts, to pull new worlds down off the shelf.
So she spins in silence 'round her star
As billions wonder where those angels are;
The incense rising everywhere
Their hope a jewel in the Celestial Share.
A family of nine sisters, none named the way the names could have fit.
They started out with three flowers, and thought it wise to continue it.
Our last name so plain, Daddy argued. Daisy, Fern and Violet sounds smart.
Rose, Hazel, Jasmine, Poppy, Iris and Willow arrived nine months apart.
Let me guess, people would say, Willow is tall and lean and flexible, a sway.
Could not have been more wrong; she was as inflexible as the break of day.
Jasmine must be exotic, erotic, a delight to the eyes, delicate and sweet.
In reality she had ham hocks large enough she could cows and bulls defeat.
Violet is probably dainty, sweet, a nature lover, who loves the woods, right?
In truth she was an advocate for woman, tall and portly, screaming with might.
Fern is a lover of verdant grasses with her feet solid as the earth I am sure.
You would be totally off base, sir. She explodes with color, totally impure.
Please let me guess that Daisy is a delight, light and lithe, like a fairy true.
I hate to tell you, but she is dour, dank, damp and she would truly dislike you.
Let me guess then that Rose is not thorny in any kind of way, pure and sweet.
She is the only one who lives up to her name. She would prick you in defeat.
The assumer is askance now. He has only two guesses left in his drawer.
Hazel is shy and unassuming? Never cackles, non witchlike to the core?
Sorry, I assure him. You have guessed her wrong. Ready for Poppy now?
Poppy is dull, not vibrant in any kind of way, no redness to or fro?
She is actually orange and pink, fairy like, she dazzles like a rainbow.
You have one more chance, I tell the man who likes to label all.
What is her name? He asks, for he has lost track in his giant fall.
Iris is short, squat, nothing like her name? He guesses. Am I right?
I told him the truth and he disappeared, completely out of sight.
The last I saw him he was being chased around the garden phlox.
By a giant wolf, hyena, lion, bear and very hungry fox.
Moral of this story: You cannot judge people on their name
Or put them into a box, for no two Primroses are the same,
and you will be eaten by a fox.
Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards,
are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees,
found in Southeast Asia island countries.
Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards,
its ninety-four-inch smooth orange-tint trunk,
growing in the lowlands and rainforest,
wood makes paper and cosmetics cherished.
It's pale green, red, grey, and puce, a slam dunk,
breathtaking wonderment countryside greats,
eye-catching kaleidoscopic spectrum,
arrangement stretched far away, no breadcrumb.
The advocate of nature illustrates,
through collective documents and accounts,
unthinkable odds descriptive recounts.
my twin despises animals
I collect anything alive
she will not eat a tomato
I have some kind of tomato at every meal
She is an advocate of a political party I abhor
you would have to give me a lobotomy to vote for her candidate
my twin loves to cook and clean
I would rather hit myself in the head with a brick than clean
My twin has my laugh, my face, we are identical
We have the same hazel eyes, the same stubborn hair
I have her sense of humor, we both have joy
We get along in a special happy twin way
We love each other despite our differences
My favorite colors are yellow and orange
She has a house full of browns and grays
I have black lights, and fluorescent colors throughout my abode
We agree on bees
We want honeybees to survive
She had a bee house in her yard.
I saved a bee’s life last week; we are safe if we talk about bees.
I had searched for him earlier on,
I needed his urgent assistance,
He was supposed to accompany me to an office and arbitrate on my behalf,
Then I would be able to submit the necessary materials,
He was the only one who could advocate for me.
I lay down on the rugged floor,
It was the morning of the next day,
I was in a dilemma,
It was the day to defend my project,
All my materials were still with me,
Some of these were supposed to be submitted and acknowledged,
Then I would be able to follow the pathway to reach my goal,
It was time for the defence,
I was still on the other side of the fence.
As I lay down,
Dressed up and prepared,
An inner voice urged me to leave for school,
I could hear it,
It echoed in me,
Immediately I stood up and left for campus,
As I got to my faculty,
The voice came to me again,
It told me to go up the stairs to the room where the defence was taking place,
Though I didn’t argue with the voice I considered it an unwise thing to do,
Still, I had to do its bidding,
As I approached the room,
The man was coming down the stairs toward me,
I was deeply surprised,
I quickly explained everything to him,
He accompanied me to submit the necessary materials,
He was able to meditate on my behalf,
I successfully defended my project,
An inner voice helped me.
June 13, 2025.
A man I know, he is of himself like of the lord
Words are sharp and apt on his tongue
With it formed a blunt dull machete like sword
Covering the deep intention behind and within unsung
The words of false shining like truth
Is a time bomb to the rightful owner
The listener get affected to be delivered off tooth
And suffers the agony of retaliation from the sufferer turned stoner
Deliver my ears from the voice of the sweet sayer
Clipping my mind to a false belief
Whose says are magnetized on prediction cum soothsayer
A hour glass of relief to ageless wood of grief
The knowledge of words oft demanding
Well beyond our Earthly understanding
Mind flash like a blink of an eye
To and fro the norms until the day that we die
Time to grieve those that leave, inadequate
Plead for us, please as our own sole advocate
Unplanned plans demand that we have to know
Right, wrong, lie and truth people do for sustenance to grow
Salvation will not stop crying to its allegiance
Life will not wait long for death’s remembrance
Holding unto name in history which shall fades
Drives many in no time sooner than later to the hades
Memories like a breeze gently blow by
When or how, now or then, we don’t
know why
So, forgive us oh dear lover, oh dearly departed
The once that stood their ground in time so short since started
As we continue to fight this battle
Save us from the deadly luring prattle
We shall soon see the rest of your story
Pray grace reunite us in white lighted glory
Hypocrisy walks in and takes up all the space
The eyes of most brethrens fall on her, their eyes burst
My eye, don't know why, once fell on her face
Can't deter, a blur, unquenchable luring thirst
Gb2 's a radio show, it airs in Sydney...But there's more to know.'
Ben Fordam has been speaking out, on the covid dictates
Roundabout on where the science meets the facts
Whether it's all altruistic.? Or do some just act?
Also acts that block, that rile and shock; that lay down demands
That cost a lot..' Much production is de-railed; Aussie
Dreams now are ships with tattered sails, I hear that Ben is
Triple vaxed.. ) an early advocate, was his shout not so lax.'
Yet now he'll listen to anti-views ' To me that rings like
Dinkum news.' He' on facebook; and also twitter He's
A sounding board; and I'd reckon, a real heavy hitter.'
I haven't met the man as yet.' But I like the idea that
He's listening, and talking.' that's the part I really get.!
Go for it Ben,.' I will also here give mention to another
Australian heveyweight journalist Andrew Bolt a legend
In his time and this field, who has been questioning things
And even resigned, from the official endorsed media he
Was involved in, If I get time I will do him in a piece also '
I've never been nice, it's just not my way,
for being agreeable seldom can pay.
I play devil's advocate, not just to have fun,
but to find other ways that things may be done.
When faced with a challenge folks try to explain
the reason why this is how they play the game
and I find I learn more when I disagree
from arguments made to help convince me.
When stating a case with contentious themes
opinions then all flood back in their reams,
but it isn't the folk who like what I say
that give me the answers I find every day.
I may disagree with the people who shout,
or even retort with an essence of doubt,
for the truth of the matter is always the same,
I learn from the conflict when playing this game.
So never back down when you're facing a fight,
for even if you are determined you're right,
you're bound to learn something, or even much more,
and in losing a battle, you just may win a war!
Ivor G Davies
A fatherless generation
153 million or more
Abandoned and forgotten
Desperate and poor
A prisoner to hopelessness
Everyday so full of fear
In this chaotic world they live in
Nothing is ever clear
Could one soul make a difference..
If one could bring love near?
I've seen a thousand pictures
That can't escape my mind
Children without futures,
special needs of every kind
So much pain and suffering
And none of it makes sense
Orphans weary and distressed
In the present tense
So forgive me, my friends
if this sounds intense...
But I'm gonna say this loud
to make it clear
We've got to be doers
we can't disappear
We really need to care
let's remove excuse and fear
You and me are the difference
If we bring love near!
Today precious babies
Are abandoned with HIV or Downs
The world sees them as broken
Unwanted, lost and unfound
I pray there'll rise an advocate
Who refuses to let this be
So I'm gonna say this loud
to make it clear
We've got to be doers
we can't disappear
We really need to care
let's remove excuse and fear
You and me are the difference
if we bring love near!
In another country
That seems so far away
A teenage orphaned princess
Is aging out today
Someone needs to cry out
This sex-trade tragedy is not ok
So will you say this loud
to make it clear
We've got to be doers
we can't disappear
We really need to care
let's remove excuse and fear
You and me are the difference
if we bring love near!
Let's advocate loud, and not disappear
If we really care, we can bring love near!
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a write about the plight of fatherless orphans in our world. My passion is caring for hurting, vulnerable children. I use every resource I have to advocate internationally. I pray my life will be used to make a difference!
Written: March 2024 for Guess Who Contest by: Margarita Lillico
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Among the African plains, a man stood tall.
His spirit was unwavering—his bravery never fall.
He was a strong advocate for justice and rights.
The impact he left still brightens the night.
A spirit shone brightly in a world rife with strife,
He proved the power of love and the strength of life.
With every breath, with each stride.
He taught us truths and encouraged pride.
A monument to his life—his words guide
To fight for what's right and never hide.
His legacy remains in every soul.
His soul lights the fuse, fixing broken whole.
His legacy lives on in young and elderly hearts.
His influence will endure via the tales in all parts
So, let's follow his lead and walk in his path.
We can all benefit from his historic wrath.
Hold onto his words and never forget.
Let's carry his torch and beam his target.
We are inspired by his lasting impact and life.
From custody to the presidency, his path strife.