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This world is a melting pot
People live in every spot
Of this earth where they can be
Living happily and free
But sometimes freedom isn't free
Others can be so nasty
With their ideas and issues
Causing pain for others who
Just want to live in peace without
All the anger that comes out
Of those who are so racist
Being rude and prejudice
Not liking when there's a couple
Who's sex is the same and double
It doesn't matter if there is
Two women who like to kiss
Or two men who's holding hands
Come on people, understand
Love is love and doesn't matter
What two sexes are together
Or the color of our skin
Shouldn't let someone begin
To judge because it's not right
What is the difference-black or white
We all share the same emotions
So what;s with all the commotion
Outside color shouldn't matter
We need to find a way to shatter
This type of strong feeling
That is always stealing
The freedom from other races
And give them the loving graces
That is deserved and so needed
Then this world will be completed
There is too much hate and violence
Taking small steps we can silence
And stomp out little by little
How others treat and belittle
Those who are unique in style
Because we are all worthwhile
I rush
She slows
Am rough
she's soft
I misunderstand everything
She Understands everything
I have goals
She has dreams
I lead
She follows
I score
She cheers
I am a team leader
She is a cheerleader
My tears break her
Her tears annoy me
She celebrates me
I challenge her
She cares
I dare
She whispers her thoughts
I shout my arguments
She understands
I misunderstand
She handles my baggage
I cant stand her luggage
She is smart and silent
I am noisy on being smarter
I come late she understands
She gets late I can never handle
She wants me to get more friends
I want her to drop all friends
She forgives my faults
I remind her of her old faults
She makes me feel a hero
I make her feel a little
She lets things go
I keep the past to flow
I see miles
She smiles
I am confused
She’s confident
I complain
She complies
I complicate
She completes
I misunderstand
She is Miss Understanding
NB: This poem is not to belittle men but to celebrate women..
Form:
Dear Lord
May I not self-absorb
May I not self-appoint
May I not self-belittle
May I not self-deceive
May I not self-destruct
May I not self-devaluate
May I not self-direct
May I not self-disappoint
May I not self-impose
May I not self-indulge
May I not hesitate to self-inspect
May I not self-negate
May I not self-promote
May I not self-reject,
But be infused with self-respect
May I not self-underestimate
May I not self-underrate
May my life be so much less about me
And so much more, even all, about you
May my life's purpose always be made clear
So that I may love you dearly, needing never to fear
110220PSCtest, Free Verse - Old or New. Joseph May.3P
What is Man?
What is Mankind?
But A cannibal who likes to eat up one another's minds, mentally I mean.
We just like to criticise negatively that is, violate, belittle, ostracize, subjugate, oppress one another.
We love to feel superior, that we are better than, we have somethin over the other.
That we are more important.
And so we discriminate at will, segregate, even incriminate,.
Man is just a lousy, fallible, worthless and fickle piece of number 2
With an expiry date that is unclear and unknown.
So then why shouldn't we just try to live in peace and not pieces,
In love and not war and constant endless unnecessary strife evermore.
What can't we see the good in each other,
Learn to congratulate , uplift, as opposed to pulling down more.
Why can't we be willing to help one another more,
Find fault less, help up more, push down less.
Why should we feel better than just because we are richer, or the other poor,
And try and cooperate and build up more?
Try to develop the ingredients and skills of Listening, observing and understanding More, and talking and ignoring a little less.
Stop being aloof, and try to come down a little.
Stop passing each other without a greeting and without a care or concern whatsoever.
Try Reaching out a tid bit more or tad bit more.
Develop a mantra to make life easier, and better and smoother for you and me and everyone else from now on. Make to vow to that effect or effort.
Try your best to alleviate or mitigate not augment the hurt, the infighting, the gap, the rampant disunity and pulling and tugging we see and encounter every day.
This should be the main purpose of our lives.
To add, not subtract, To Improve.
Define Human Nature.
It is Conquer, Condition the other to Capitulation,
It Is Plunder and Pillage. It is Coldness and Cruelty.
She Is Me First. Or I First. She is All about Me. More of Me and Less of You.
Or More For Me and Less or None For You. She is merely Like a selfish Endeavour or Entity.
We need to try to change or rearrange this foolish and stupid Definition as promptly as possible.
Reshuffle that way of Thinking or thought process.
King of Lies
It's all about you,
Isn't it?
Always, no matter what the disaster
You've most recently caused.
It always comes back to you,
How badly you're treated
By the Fake News
(By which we mean the real truth,
As reported by those Enemies of the People).
You, Oh naked would-be king,
Are the Enemy of the People.
And more, and more, and more of them
Are coming to understand that.
In a way I suppose you may be right;
After all, were it not for you,
We wouldn't be mocked by the rest of the world.
We wouldn't be force-fed 'Alternative Facts".
We wouldn't have our honor and our very lives
Held hostage to your need to be the center of all attention.
Your citizens are dying, by the way,
As you keep us floundering like a Third World country.
You haven't even the grace
Not to insult and belittle
The many, many everyday heroes among us
Who risk their lives incessantly
That others may live.
So go on, our unclothed wanna-be Emperor;
Make your pronouncements
To your emptying, echoing audience hall.
You are king of one thing,
That is true:
You are the king of lies.
You have lied so much you have no idea
What truth actually is.
You are delusional;
The reality you inhabit
Is not our true reality.
There is a real world out here;
Believe it or not.
And one day the nightmare you've created
Will fade into the grateful past,
You will be vilified
Down through the centuries,
And no one, not even your enablers
Will mourn your passing,
Not even your family,
Because you have no virtues.
Know this; you will die - soon;
No doubt this will be a great surprise to you.
But come it will,
And when it does,
Will you be able to put forth any account for yourself?
Will a single human life
Have been improved
As a result of your existence?
No.
You will go down to Eternity
Unmourned.
Not your wife, not your children,
Not your spineless lickspittles
Will mourn your passing.
For this I pity you.
It must be nice
To be so isolated
From reality;
To just accept
That your version of reality is correct;
That everything works the way
You want it to.
But this is not the case;
In the end it will be acknowledged
That you were the worst of all our Presidents,
And somehow, we survived you.
Thank God you will fade into our pasts;
Thank God we are stronger than you.
I have read Rudyard Kipling, your wise words,
in your If poem- and if's are with me each day;
I believe in me, dismissing the words of nerds.
whispering soft to myself, let them have their say.
I will do what I do and ignore the haters,
let them throw their sharp daggers at my back;
I will just reject all those nasty dictators,
if they belittle- I still refuse to attack.
I will dream but never will dreams rule me,
my innermost thoughts will guide and not lead;
I will face defeat with strength- that is the key,
and each success will be a beautiful thread.
I will own all my words quickly spoken,
and just never mind those who distort them;
I will hold my head high although I am broken,
crawling in the mud looking for even one gem.
I will not be afraid to take a chance,
and risk all that I have worked for in life;
I will begin new each set back and still dance,
and never speak of the pain of the knife.
I will present myself as always strong,
though I am bleeding, bleeding, bleeding inside;
I will admit to the world when I am wrong,
but I will ever glide with tears dried.
I will traverse this life with all my goodness,
not ever be to busy to stop for a caress;
I will not let anyone drive me to madness,
but stand up strong like a mighty tree- yes.
I will learn how to forget and forgive,
my every day will be about living;
I will embrace this Earth and not the past- relive,
a humble girl- until the day of my leaving.
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October 17, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/In Response, I Will
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1072-189-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, In Response to IF . . . by Rudyard Kipling
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
This thing that they call love can not be measured
it comes to us all whether we want it or not.
Sneaking up it hits us in the eyeballs and
turns our lives around giving us both strength
and at the same it makes our knees bend in weakness.
This thing called love has the power to move obstacles
to ease our way. It makes people see life afresh.
It is a feeling that brings wellbeing into daily life.
We are now responsible for another person and our path
together can be sometimes rocky we learn to take
the rough with the smooth trying always to better ourselves.
It makes the world go around as it pushes us ever on
A feeling that tingles our spine as the loved one draws near.
When we love it opens new doors and gives a sense of sharing
and we become more tolerant of the foibles of others faults.
This thing called love gives us so much joy if we let it in.
Remember how it welled up when your first child was born.
Filling our hearts to breaking point as we gaze down and also
filling us with strength and determination to be our best.
To make a good life for our offspring after all it is through
them that eventually we will live on.
Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Never should it be measured,
to measure it is to belittle it and make it small. Accept this gift
with open heart for this is truly what life is about. It is said,
that love conquers all and this I believe, many are life's battles
and loneliness and solitude weaken the human spirit.
Welcome always with open arms this thing called love
let your eyes and heart open, enjoy the small things
nature has to offer. They will enrich your life and enhance
your very soul. Take pride in your achievements, forget
your disaster's, they only matter if you let them and then fester
souring all that should be good and pulling you down.
Yes open wide both heart, eyes and arms and even though
you can not quantify and pin it down just rejoice that we have
this thing called love. Ah Yes it is "la mort" and also "l' amore."
Big Pharma
This world has become divided on what we believe.
Should we trust more in science and roll up our sleeve?
What is the truth, how can, we be sure?
Is this vaccine going to kill us, or is it the cure?
Is big pharma a threat, are they trying to take control?
Will their drugs save us or destroy us, what is their goal?
I’ve taken medication for the past eleven years.
They have kept me alive and helped with my fears.
Big pharma saved my life, I guess the question is why?
If there was some big conspiracy, wouldn’t they just let us die?
Thirty minutes of cpr, two stints and a knife
A room full of strangers with drugs, saved my life.
Go visit a hospital, take a good look around.
You will see plenty of loved ones, those drugs keep above ground.
Medicine will keep you home, warm and safe in your bed.
Without science and technology, many of us would be dead.
* I'm not trying to belittle any beliefs that people may have, I'm just voicing my own opinion. *
Every rejection, a redirection
Don't be ashamed or let it tame you.
Don't let them change you,
If they won't accept who you are.
People don't value
What they can't control or own,
Just stay in your lane doing it your way.
Many only wanna partake
In your blessings not lessons
I hope you understand this!
Just be you as you are, do you
Always look forward
Don't be a coward
Let go of all that no longer serve or value your worth.
Master yourself
Know your mind, for it's the only limitation
Let no one belittle you
Leave wherever you're not welcomed.
Whenever you're rejected;
Give yourself selflove injection,
Steadily giving yourself self reliance.
Be invisible. Be invisible. Be invisible. It was Jacob’s mantra.
He could taste metal in his bile; he was terrified.
Don’t make eye contact, he told himself. Do not look at the man.
The Nazi soldier came over to check to see whether he wore the star.
Jacob kept his eyes down, not wanting to show any disrespect.
He saw the black boots first. Those marching loud angry boots.
They represented Hitler, hatred, agony and anguish.
Jacob was nine, but he already knew this. His lips began shaking.
Where is your star? The soldier asked. Jacob pointed it out.
The soldier began to belittle him, called him names, spit on him.
Cursed him. Jacob was only nine, and he was horrified.
The soldier laughed. He did not tell him to look up. Thank God.
Jacob was trembling now, shaking hard. Another soldier laughed.
The soldier bent down into his face. He could feel his breath on him.
He muttered some mean words.
Jacob closed his eyes, expecting a blow.
It never came.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew it was grandpa’s hand.
But your grandfather has been dead for two years,
his mother argued when he told her.
I know what I felt, he answered. Grandpa was there.
Grandpa met Jacob in the showers a year later.