Long Claims Poems
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What you hear about me
is a story made up of lies
by someone who tries
to steal you from me!
Never believe in a guiltless liar,
all he does is spy and feel despair;
listening to private conversations,
even changing Spades into Kings!
He tells everyone we are two plain fools,
living in a virtual world where fantasy is cool
and things are unreal and nobody drinks boos,
where players love the arcade game Zool!
Never, never believe in a guiltless liar,
spare yourself agony, stay in one piece;
don't let him stop you from being honest and fair...
you chose me, I chose you we are the perfect pair!
Never believe in a guiltless liar,
he'll make you lose everything;
never believe in a guiltless liar
who claims to be a real king!
Facing God, Assessor so great
my soul wrestles for earnest plight
midst battle for achievement flight
as I confess my undone* state.
Despite grievous sorrow and pain
my heart seeks the Lord Who makes whole
fixing glitches of undone role
toward wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Upon Christ’s inviting altar
I lay my undone goals with hope
begging for help so I can cope
since He’s my Rock of Gibraltar.
Trusting the Almighty for grace
against torture of being undone
so that good success could be won
I fix my faith to His truth’s brace.
Now, anchored by the Saviour’s stand
my spirit claims victory seal
assured of His miracles' deal
that I’ve done my best by His hand.
*Isaiah 6:5 Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.
January 23, 2024
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol. 41" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/9/2024
A man who is held
Yet is never told
That a man can not love as a woman
He can't be tender
He can't be hold
He's never held
This I am told
Strong, mighty, never take down
Never shown no emotion
This is of a man who rose
Tall, firm, solid and loved
By every woman and he claims to only love them
But he lies the story he tells
A womanizer, foniacator, adult or
Holding down women who are not yours
Still yet you stand strong
In your mind you're not wrong
And you keep sinning thinking you're God given
To all women
He can't be tender
He can't be hold
This I'm told a man can't be held
For he rose
Again he's strong, tall, prickly
Muscle bound standing tall
In a worldly garden of desire
His mind not his heart yet both deemed
As a rose he
I never asked to be born,
so these sins leave me torn,
between living and dying.
I'm laughing, but begin crying,
because I've lost all affection
for my mirror's reflection.
You think... I'm just a psychopath,
as you don't understand my wrath.
Such judgement, leads me on a warpath,
as voices tell me to start a bloodbath!
These pills offer no remedy,
so my heart's not beating steadily.
so, I stab the world and let it bleed.
Hey death, increase your speed,
avenging angels have been freed,
and I'm not one who's gonna plead.
Damning demons provoke my mind,
to behave in ways that aren't kind.
Revenge will turn one blind,
when fate has been sealed and signed.
I can't leave retribution behind,
as forgiveness has been declined.
Destiny calls my name loudly,
Satan claims I've sinned madly,
hounds of hell devour me badly.
I'll give you my soul gladly,
keep on smiling sadly
and accept my fate proudly..
Watching.
Staring.
Filming.
But,
Not -
Seeing.
Stopping.
Preventing.
The art of being a bystander -
Is not art, but bloodshed,
It is an act of inhumanity,
To watch Black bodies fall,
The modernised version of lynchings,
Where everyone is complicit -
And no one is innocent
The world’s cruelty knows no bounds,
Where the spectacle of Black death -
Brings people together as one,
From different communities and cultures,
To share the moment - where a Black life is gone
When it comes to the death of a Black person,
The world becomes desensitised to the horrors,
That are done to us -
To them it’s a way to gain followers -
A way to boost their social media platforms
Even videos of animal neglect gets more sympathy,
Their empathy extends only to animals,
But when a Black person is tortured -
For no reason,
The world claims it was our fault
The bystander effect was just an excuse to hide from -
Being held accountable,
Of being complicit - an accessory to murder
Yes, breathe in the magically sparkling air
flutter along without worry or care
heart pillowed in comfort and such peaceful ease
and if this is a dream, I ask, don't wake me please
Please do not wake me from this sweet happiness
this soft, silky feel of a golden caress
bewitched in her spell of a hypnotic dance
passions enslaved to a hungry romance
Oh, how I long to stay here in this place.
beyond all that I'd hoped for, to feel her embrace
with treasure as rich as the deep Spanish sea
my heaven of where I have so longed to be
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves all etched with gold
bathe in her music, and in magic, believe
there, deeply, in all of her mystery, breathe.
"Plunge into the goodness of God, and find yourself drowned into His graciousness, then rescued from selfishness." by the Poet
At such times of discomfort
I plunge into prayer flow
knowing that my God listens to my call* and qualms
presenting Himself as the best Listener
especially these therapy sessions
with my special child, demanding love and patience.
With despair enveloping me this uneasy moment
being afflicted with cough and colds
I plunge into communion with Christ
Who is ready to soothe my pain
offering me His healing of pardon and peace blessings
and so I yield to His warm embrace.
When on the altar, burdened with ministerial load
I plunge into depths of divine meeting with the Saviour
as a prayer warrior … since He welcomes me
with His sweet cheer, assuring my soul for response
to my mission-related requests
faith claims triumphantly.
As I plunge into sublime intercession of wondrous bliss
the Holy Spirit uplifts me by His security
reminding me of His constant presence
today, and even beyond
which my heart thanks worshipfully
while serving Him by His omnipotence.
*Jeremiah 33:3 Call unto me (GOD), and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.
March 28, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'P' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/29/2023
the laws of the sun
power is an illusion
if not tell me what
is power
if you got one
then how come you
cant control
the laws of the sun
the laws of the sun
fear no man of power
cos their destruction
is limited
they know how to kill
the flesh
thinking they are immortal
yet with time
the stronger get weaker
most times
if not ask me why
change is constant
so fear no man of power
cos they never can control
the law of the sun
the law of the sun
the sun is the lion of nature
it fear no disaster
instead it shines through them
and yet bleed energy to the world
including the perfect masters
yet they claims they got power under
the law of the sun
BLESSING OR CURSE
In one sense, it’s a new start to creativity
Like poets having read many others’ work
It’s research and access to all that’s online
Yet could any one of them say it was mine
Making connections where few might lurk
Does this presage a new kind of proclivity
It’s as much about bulk data as intelligence
For sure, it’s more than joining up the dots
There’s benefit to be gained as well as ills
But the marketplace will demand new skills
With many careers advisors tied up in knots
But I am sure A.I can offer a good defence
It generates much more than words and art
And will be the harbinger of much fake news
Copying voices, with mocked up images too
Well-honed speeches will soon be tricking you
Yet claims that it’s not here yet, is just a ruse
Mankind has to prepare for a brand new start
I often think of philosophy,
the big questions of why we are here,
and of course, once I start doing that,
all sorts of quirky problems appear.
For example, take the great question,
that has puzzled us for all of time,
is reality objective truth,
or the subjective whims of the mind?
I fall into the objective camp,
the world goes on, no cares what I think,
but subjective action changes things,
our emotions can cause a big stink.
Subjective whims dug deepest canals,
and put astronauts up on the moon,
the objective world changes due to them,
which, when you think about it, is cool.
I mean we see that in our own lives,
subjective whims drive our day-to-day,
the universe itself is lifeless,
subjective consciousness guides our way.
But then I think, the actions we take
are objective, and can be measured,
subjectives drive us to real world acts,
objectivity won’t go unserved.
Which means the subjective is not real,
it can’t be measured, only it’s outcome,
which, for a while, makes me convinced
that this world is an objective one.
Plus the fact that you have these feelings
is in itself an objective truth,
that such thoughts happened, you’re aware of,
your brain and body are objective too.
Which means subjective unmeasurables
are bound to material flesh and blood,
what can’t be contained ends up contained…
I try to make sense, but have no luck.
Though beyond the task of measurement,
the concepts themselves throw a road-block,
something that goes beyond semantics
and the quirks of language, how we talk.
Can the idea of a subjective
without objective even exist?
Is not subjective a mere subset
of the objective that claims all of this?
Would not objective reality
have to exist for the mere thought of
the subjective to even arise,
is not the objective the first cause?
Would either exist without the other,
could they be understood without contrast?
No good without evil, up without down,
without one the other one can’t last...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.