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You can only apologize so many times for being here.
You can only explain yourself until your vowels are exhausted.
They wrote rules around my life
and handed me the bill.
They made bathrooms into battlegrounds
and called it “for safety.”
They made my childhood a case study
and auctioned my pride for status.
I am tired of being the homework people never finish.
I am tired of teaching empathy
to mouths that prefer to chew on fear.
Patience in my chest has fossilized
into something that doesn’t move,
and I am not interested in being polite
while they legislate my existence.
So I say this—
I will not spend my life explaining
why I deserve to exist.
I will not turn my name into a footnote
to make you comfortable.
If leaving feels like the only clear option,
I remind myself—
it is a protest, not a surrender.
And still,
there are little mercies
that keep my world from folding:
a friend who learns your name
and says it with love.
A text at 2 AM that says,
You are safe here.
A laugh that refuses to stay small.
Looking in the mirror and being okay
with the person who stares back.
You owe them nothing.
Not your grace.
Not your explanations.
Not your silence.
Take your rage like a hammer—
use it to dismantle the places
that make you want to leave.
Plant your feet.
Say your name.
Breathe the kind of breath
that keeps you here.
I am _________
I exist.
Say it back.
At one time eight different Native America Indian Tribes lived in peace,
In the state of Kansas, sharing buffalo, shared lands with no lease.
The Iowa, Chippewa, Delaware, Kansas, Osage, Pawnee and Kickapoo,
Shared venison, and fresh cool streams with the Wyandotte too.
Animals found in my yard today like the snake, raccoon, opossum and fox,
Were here along with the iris, daisy, dandelion, wild raspberries so chock.
On the California gold rush trail, plenty of settlers were injured or killed.
As treaties by the government were continually broken, considered nilled.
The Kansas-Nebraska Act signed by President Pierce in eighteen fifty-four,
Stated the colonists could decide if the immediate area would be slave or more.
Kansas was one of the main battlegrounds of the Civil War
With many free staters and slavers lying dead on the floor.
The “free staters” caused a ruckus, to try to get slavery abolished.
But it would be four more years before that idea got polished.
Wheat, potatoes, corn, soybean, zinc, coal and salt, assets of late.
President Dwight D. Eisenhower, made us proud of our state.
Women got the right to vote in nineteen twelve, check the archives.
Reluctantly, but we wanted to go back to sleeping with our wives.
It’s a state with the best barbeque, and Kansas City is a cultural delight.
Come on down to visit; we will welcome you easily and leave on a light.
Written: 9/05/2019
Contest: Your Best Rhyme Poem
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Why I think it should place: I had to do a lot of research to pen this poem,
and I am extremely proud of it.
disillusionment gathers
like an incoming storm
with impending doom
rainless clouds
become the reigns
of the thunderous rage
toppling statues like trees
along paved walks
where peace one gathered
flags now burn upon the grounds
and those that fought to protect
lie unearthed within the fury
as headstones tumble
like dominos downward
common grounds become trampled
battlegrounds now redrawn
as the world looks onward
through the haze of destruction
awaiting the smoke to lift
yet the storm
rages on
unscathed
June 28, 2019
N-A rerun 9
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Brian Strand new poetry contest 2
Contest judged 6/29,2020
(it's the only n/a I have from this time frame, I don't consider it political but if you do and care not to place it, I understand!)
Now that we know struggle
can exist in commemoration meetings
museums, battlegrounds or rivers
now that we know soldiers too can
be bourgeoisie making business
workers can govern or dance to be
Love can be free
Vagabonds can write poetry
advocates count syllables astutely
architects forgetting about wheelchairs
now that presidents fail farmers fickle
with colonels wanting to sing sonatas
now that heroes hymn in the heavens
we know Soul has no gender or class
Now that we know hunger is only a lesson
and rage a rampant note going past
now that we know eyes are but mirrors
through Dark Ages with democracy
imprinted on genes
now we can touch exuding Light
So let’s smell a good stew
dwelling with arum lilies new
let’s listen to frogs croaking
squeeze a warm hand poking
now that Consciousness opens up
i t a l w a y s w a s
~~~~~~~~~
I saw a thousand guns
Numbered like the sand of the seashore
Bowing down slowly
To the half of a yellow sun
Staring at them with gestures
That spoke silent words of praise
In an unbelievable future of hope!
(Book 2)
The sunrise spoke to the confederation,
The sunset seemed to sleep in peace
Within the heart of a few future Jews
Who told tales and fables of segmented past
With presentable memories of shredded battlegrounds
To new semen’s slowly turning into men
And begged of them to transfer
This vehicle of priceless messages
To their future kind!
(Book 3)
Tankers of war labeled yellow and black
Painted pictures of a fate fair and dark,
Carried labels of a suspected authoritarianism;
Painted portraits of an undeniable militarianism!
Tankers of war labeled yellow and black
Painted pictures of a race in peace or part,
Carried labels of a suspected treason
Believed to be pinpointed by the south-south region!
Dear Poetic War
I'm here to inform you to change your name to (War Shoe.)
Warlock doesn't even fit you!
I have many ways to insult you.
I have to play nice, can't you see all them evil eyes!
Poetic Warshoe the only talent you poses is the word LOCK!
No need to try and crush what you can not see
All you are is another loser who can't let me be.
You silly jail bird, you sound more like a game of Monopoly
Its my turn and I hold your ticket to get out of jail for free.
Don't worry Warlock, Board Walk is owned by me.
Washing your couplets down with a cup of tea.
I laughed so hard your words almost made me pee.
Warshoe, why are you jumping on me like a little flea?
The only stinger you have belongs to a bumble bee.
Poetic thug you are messing with the wrong killer bee
Sorry I told you I share my fate with Nate!
Go grab some more help from your psychotic mate.
Raid I will spray on your strategies you poetic bug.
You have no class to be a Warlock.
The only thing you master is being a poetic thug.
Go back to playing dominoes, cards, and chess.
Your poetry smells like potpourri.
My demons will hit you with an epic battle of success.
Hunting me is the way you want to waste commissary.
I will enslave you to worship the grounds my feet caress
Challenging me will be the best thing you've had in 5 years.
First I will send you this letter with a small request.
Look down first before you think you pushed me over the cliff.
I own the crown causing massive damage to your quest.
You will never dominate my battlegrounds, I will end you in a swiff.
Your sword will be conquered in my arena, bringing you down to a rest.
I will make you suffer begging for mercy and forgiveness.
For trying to step up to the best.
Warshoe you already failed my test.
In this game you will never beat me at my own contest.
Your heart I won't eat I will feed that to my guest.
Warshoe its time to rip you out of the shadows where you hide.
I will LOCK you in my WAR of hell.
Shackling you in a fetal position as we collide.
Your fear will spread for everyone to smell.
I will end your poetry with no pride.
I will post venom in your abyss through out your cell.
A poison so rough now bend over and open wide.
Warshoe by the time this is over you will bail.
And I P.D. will still have you under my spell......
by;P.D.
I begin the day
Arguing what I need to say
Fleeing battlegrounds
Missing you when I ask for more
And you stepped away
Asking where did you go today?
I am seeing visions of shadows in my mind
The demons inside me cry out for light
And I sought salvation from my alien dear
In webs of death I saw my bones shatter into dust
As I wake my blood runs cold and My senses lose control
You never came to save me now I am dying all alone
I begin my day asking if I lost control
through the broken sight
We lost everything we stood for
As I stand alone
I never knew you did not return
Before I fall asleep
I let go of the shallow souls
Spirit speaks to me, Mirror lets me take control
When he cooed, doves flew to him
When he smiled, the skies brightened
When he sighed, the seas stirred
When he signaled, worlds were enlightened
They say he never raised his voice
Never became angry or cross
They say he didn't walk, but glided
That his feet gathered nor dirt nor moss
He was seen in times of trouble, severe distress
In lands of drought and famine, in the debris of tornadoes
On battlegrounds everywhere, in the aftermath of war
When floodwaters receded, in the wake of volcanoes
An enigma bound by a riddle, with a tiny heart for a seal
Absent an ego, from this World his Fate was to steal
Disloyalty is a spoiled tree blooming
in the wrong direction
Its insurrection puts to rest relations
not to be resurrected
From a loyal perspective we oil
squeaky heels with hopes
we don't end up
spinning wheels
Stay off the skates because
this is real or else
you'll end up falling
& scarred without a cause
On guard
I see who you really are
with no mask
What's love if you're a weak &
tender glass with no
feelings?
In this regard I deal in absolutes
where truth is the only
solution in such
dealings
There's no confusion nor any
doubt that you're as
transparent as
aforementioned glass
I'll pass
Too scared of your own
reflection
Who dares to utter such things
surely this is purely
projection?
Definitely not a thing
but that's fair
Who really cares about their
feelings when they don't
even know what
they're feeling?
Clearly there's no ceiling for
how high I can reach when
climbing into minds
No I'm not preaching to the
choir but rhyming
to a congregation
in rhythm
I teach those that require
understanding with or
without a desire for
spiritual reprimanding
I'm a schism that doesn't
grandstand but stands on
a truth so grand it inspires
If you're looking for proof look
no further or higher
than your past actions
My satisfaction comes from
knowing we walk on floors
that serve as ceilings
for lower thinking
Do you think this is surface
liquid or deeper
drinking?
I'm thinking my mirror reflects
uncomfortable sights to see
but I view them
in jest
This is a spiritual exercise
nothing more or
anything less
I passed those tests with ease
oscillating between degrees
of temperature
& temperament
I can see it's cold outside
regardless of what
the weather says
I learned the lesson when
I opened my eyes
& rose from
brittle beds
There's nothing to dread
because I'm locked
into battlegrounds
not seen or tread
--Ashtray's Mistakes--
Prehistoric defibrillating battlegrounds. The memorial, obviously unpleasant.
Entrapped in the know how, detrimental reimbursement.
Sundried; like the corpse of a moon bridge, fading away.
Tinfoil hats do no justice. Kin heart, rose defiled.
Disappointment, incomprehensible. Figurative…Imaginary. Could have been starstruck. Maybe fate decrees it so mortal.
Crumbled a lust, fragmented on shores of hatred.
Shivers graced goosebumps in the night. Fairy tale nonsense.
Ever met a court ruled drug addict? They are like Racoons in the ash tray.
Puppet strings, bare minimum.
Shattered in like the head mounts of a lobotomy.
Ice saw pack hence, suffocating screams intriguing the latter.
Mistakes, Miss Takes. Mrs. Takes…Vents face. Winding. Notion unparalleled. Bare night, a shovel. Two rags, pulling up the fences.
Time to run track. Faded into a haze of stardew. Gristle of nectar closing in.
Turn over the tide. Met with a seabreeze of defiled mannerisms, the flies equivalent.
Meticulous drooling hatred, seeping into the husks of tranquility. Indignant flesh craved. Utterly despised.
Lie on the back. Here comes the ashtray.
Rowdy like blood-soaked vengeance.
Heat albeit at a dismay, thoughts lay. Unprovoked, unsettled. Splitting image.
Reincarnate.