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wow what's that up over there let me grab my binoculars hmmm the nuclear powerplant. Late at night wit my night vision lens you know what i see i see 4 feet long giant red ants wit green horrific looking eyes and i say to myself them nuclear nukes been tellin lies oh um all for some electric power but when they coined that phrase they should have said nuclear fallout dead yeah that's whut i said and whose saying anything about all those volleyballs and things washing up on our beaches from japan is anybody checking tbat stuff out for nuclear fallout you say shhhh shut yo mouth it is a sad and complicated story but it must be told.a few years back my son-inlaw lamont purchased a home six miles from the local nuclear powerplant i say son why you want to do something like that he replied,dad the homes were cheaper now we all looking deeper cause his 3 kids are skinny as scarecrows and there's plenty of food on the table everyday..and now as those 3 scarecrows grows excuse the pun.. what other devastating harmful effects may appear ah lil late for you to now fear you moved so near the nuclear powerplant. man, he can go anywhere in the universe and time his arrival within the fraction of a second. he can build and destroy anything his mind can concieve and now wit all his religions that pray shout and chant..he cries out OH GOD we should have never built that nuclear powerplant.
June nineteenth one hundred and fifty years ago
Juneteenth hint: three hundred
and sixty six days
after eighteen sixty four.
Major General Gordon Granger
led the Union Soldiers to Galveston, Texas,
to announce the end of the Civil war
and the freedom of all enslaved people.
Jim Crow sat perched
over the event horizon
waiting in the wings,
which brought darkened
(non-sheltering) skies
not only for the hot pocket
of suddenly emancipated
persons of color,
who would subsequently experience
immense prejudice
upon their embarkation
as (no pun intended)
"masters" of their own selves
while attempting to eke out a living
dirt poor, yet resourceful
hunkering down on plantations,
which property eminent domain
of federal government,
(a political entity
characterized by union
of partially self-governing provinces,
states, or other regions),
whereby said body electric
codified, fortified, and indemnified
manifest destiny, a phrase
coined in 1845, the idea
that United States destined—
by God advocates believed—
to expand its dominion
and spread democracy and capitalism
across the entire North American continent.
Though institution of slavery
supposedly rendered null and void
at the stroke of a pen
(courtesy Abraham Lincoln)
well actual legislation
passed by Congress on January 31, 1865,
and ratified on December 6, 1865,
the 13th Amendment abolished slavery
in the United States.
Nevertheless merciless abuse
heaped upon the *****
despite their legal status
being Granted leeway
to persevere life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness.
Recognition as equal brethren
among collective soul of American
fraught with bitter aversion,
condemnation, and ejaculation
of physical and verbal violence
against people of color,
whose melanin enriched complexion
birthrights rendered hidebound
severely limited
inalienable rights as declared
in Declaration of Independence,
now still utter abhorrence
regarding treatment
of those proud enterprising people,
whose once storied
African past left in tatters
leaving sparse threads
woven together by diligent dogged research
nsync with twenty first century technology
to allow, enable and provide opportunity
to stitch together a more complete tapestry
and spiritual fusion with shackled ancestors.
Saunters along, nonchalance
Dimpled craggy chin, cracks a wrinkled grin
eye slits that see beneath, within
casino cards, in his jacket coat
his past, a lot said and wrote
whiskey drinks, smoke filled rooms
pallid, dubious men, the mark, fate looms
poker face that smile beguiles
“Frank the Devils Croupier”
deft hands, cards flew across the table
they all did fall, to card magic
his taipan strikes, fast and slick
was coined get “Dizzy” legendary
Texas Holdems sudden death
High rollers, anxieties shallow breaths
Turn card, tails flick, fat cats wile then wait
fish and whales swim through the losers gate
So the millionaires did agree
to pay Frank royally
retirement from the game
So if your up for a yarn do stop
At “Get Dizzy I’m All In” Coffee Shop
drinking taipan coffee shots, he’s that guy
smiles at people walking by
Entered “Bring a Character to Life” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex
Dated 25/08/2019
Placed 3rd with thanks
Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back
Within this span, my thread lies frayed,
A tumbling start to aches untold.
Cracked thought births fractured serenade,
A stammered plea, a story old.
Six summers young, the tempest wakes,
Friends drift like leaves on autumn breeze,
A burden borne, no solace makes,
Broken I stand, beyond all ease.
The system’s hand, a distant grasp,
A father's gaze, that could not see,
The shattered self, behind the mask,
Only my mother knew the grief in me.
A laboratory life, a sterile cage,
Hospitals my haunt, my constant dread,
Yet, I claw onward, through life's rage,
Meds, a fleeting dream, now dead.
Each dawn, each dusk, the battle joined,
The elixirs fail, the hope departs.
In twenties lost, a promise coined,
Three years of grace, mend fractured hearts.
Then shadows fall, the truce undone,
The demons surge, the body's sway,
Physicians keen, but cures spun,
Forty-six years enslaved this way.
No balm to soothe, a chair's embrace,
Thousands in storms, my spirit bleeds,
Yet, I persist, with weary grace,
Though embers wane, I plant my seeds.
My odds may seem a cruel decree,
But victory's song, one day I'll find,
Despite the storm that batters me,
A triumph wrested, for my mind.
In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined.
I refuse to bow to discrimination's hand,
Refusing to let it define me.
No more the shackles of slim and packed,
A revolution, where all sizes are backed.
Let every size find equal ground,
Opportunity for all, in beauty abound.
Tired, I am, of body shaming's sting,
Stripping away personalities, it's not fair.
Surgeries coined as a beauty elixir,
Dehumanizing, losing what makes us richer.
Aging, a grace, should be revered.
Not hidden away, nor to be feared.
Wrinkles etching stories, tales untold,
Genuine beauty, a treasure to behold.
Refusing to pack up, conform and fit,
To standards dictating what's deemed legit.
Short kings and queens, rise with pride,
In uniqueness, a privilege to confide.
I reject the notion, forever young,
As if aging steals the song we've sung.
Short kings and queens, stand tall,
Privilege in difference, let it enthrall.
Magazines preach a perfection lie,
A word so elusive, an unreachable spell.
Yet, true beauty in our diversity lies,
Our uniqueness, the true beauty supply.
Singleness born from society's decree,
Hearts left lonely, unable to feel.
Love should not be confined by a face,
But thrive in the uniqueness of each embrace.
In the name of beauty, let's redefine,
Break the chains that society designed.
Humanity's worth is not for sale,
Embrace the beauty in every tale.
I refuse to pack up, conform and fit,
Society's standards, I'll never submit.
Championing a beauty that's real,
Every heart and soul, let's empower and heal.
I’ve been told that Loving is silent. Whoever coined that had forgotten about the battles, the blood, the breathlessness it causes. To love is to completely lose your person and build a new you with the remnants of your soul. To love is to leave your mind and fall over backward for someone who might not exist in your future.
I've been told that Love is easy. What about the bloodshed, the agony, the pain, the fear, all this and much more. To love someone is making space for their needs in your compact home of a heart. To love someone is to love them properly and thoroughly and leaving no space for you to love you.
I’ve been told that to Love is to Live. If it is at all to live then why am I awake at this hour feeling miserable. To love is to stay awake when you should really be sleeping, to be right there, standing for him, waiting, with your fingers crossed and hoping that he finds his way back to you.
To Love someone is to let go of yourself, completely, and I am not ready for this bargain.
Storetry
(A story in rhyme)
By Franklin Price
5/14/2016
Storetry, a word I've coined
At least I think it's mine
The following's my first one
I hope you think it's fine
For years writers have written
Myriad poems that tell a tale
So many of them classics
From poets that we hail
Of war and travel, love and loss
Many subjects quite diverse
Many are novelistic
While others are quite terse
Many people of the world
Scandinavian, Latin, Greek
Have written their own Storetries
Take an interest, take a peek
There's something about poetry
That supersedes all prose
The rhyming, rhythm of the words
To take us where it goes
Weaving, painting, sculpturing
The phrases one by one
To make some sense and sound alike
Is interesting and fun
I'm ending now this Storetry
It is the first from me
I'm sure there's more to come along
You'll just have to wait to see
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com
[email protected]
Lights marching uphill and downhill
On a dark mountain site
With fireflies nesting at midnight
But few young minds work ‘till dawn
Then a cold dew soothes my bone.
Fireflies twit online and I read their poetry
Words on the air I distinguish
They’re young dreamers I wish
Then a spectrum of lights may rise
Surrounded by darkness with distant lights
They need a fruitful sunrise
And I wait for their prolific daylights.
Sparkling lights of art shine online
Then the newly coined words I pen sometimes
For those young minds who carry eight heavy loads
And for these distant lights who digest my arts and words.
the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness -
stolen under their figurative nose)
asper an unparalleled heist
recouping quintessential basic human rights,
and will NOT yield an inch
(or any other minuscule amount),
if for no other reason
(and many more valid claims prevail)
such inalienable American birthrights
(codified decrees endowing freedoms -
tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets)
guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced
sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced
within wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin
literally calls the shots (supplanting
assigned storied halls with din
of fire arms (acquired
from pennies on the dollar,
or bartered for a bottle of gin
within the underbelly (viz black market)
of society, where trigger happy jinn nee
as slaughter sans killing fields mount
with resignation vis a vis
tocollective shrugging shoulders prithee
and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re:
deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY)
to activist minded students tree
ting each day as a survivalist course, thus WE
as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum)
MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter
one or more mere mortals
think Matthew Scott cray ZEE!