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MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
Ladies and gentlemen, pardon my intrusion.
I won’t take long, I’m only here to Break the ice and test the waters.
Make you laugh a little Before this script starts feeling stale like Blood without water.
But it won’t be a laughing matter once I disappear from this endless illusion
Till this day I’m the physical embodiment of those who were forced to swim.
To escape the deep end and disappoint him who is known as Grim.
We’re forever fish out of water and products of our environments.
Our youthful hands did not create this hot water that we’re in.
The Bible says that they can try to Boil us from within,
And Bombard us with more lies to get us out of the holy water we’re in
But no amount of corruption can prevent Thy Excellence from winning.
The heat doesn’t cool down when you throw more cold water on it Sir!
Don’t forget that crocodiles and sharks don’t make a good mixture.
Excuse that vicious sort of violence portrayed by my voice and tone.
But what kind of chaos could create a world without guns, knives and phones?
How come families are nowhere to be seen when Blood is separated from water.
We’re all too flooded with fury to still coexist come hell or high water.
Follow the traces of the Blood Jesus to get us out of this mind-controlling mist.
Follow the trail that connects us all as tightly together as a clenched fist.
People of all colors, we can't keep acting as if hope is dead in the water.
Let us take to justice and honor like a duck to the water.
Real scum is anyone who gives us reasons to hide our daughters.
Real heroes are the ones, who use the water underneath that Bridge,
That remains Broken 'cause humanity was out of it's depth.
Now we are freed from death and the eternal carnage is finally over.
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal
Band yuh belly or just eat a food nah
Behind back is dog’, before face is Mr. Dog ha!
Geographically behind God back is Switzerland
Shush! Bush have ears, corruption in Fifa and other far away land
Well there is something brewing, something cooking up
Come hell or high water America aim for control, headquarters swoop
Yuh hear comess
Corbeau doh eat sponge cake or wear dress
Ey, cut eye doh kill
Dis corruption thing is ah skill
De mark buss
De gloves are off who come fuss
Boy beat the Iron while it hot
Yuh ‘WARNER’ retire to be free ah what
Well de mango doh fall far from the tree nah
Yuh either a Havelange, a Blatter or ah ice Glazer
Doh drink tea too sweet for nobody fever
Doh cut off yuh nose tuh spoil yuh face forever
Fifa put de cart before the horse
Scandal and corruption investigation enforced
Empty vessels make de most noise
Whether partnership or independent every bread have he cheese
Remember goat doh make sheep
So whichever leader ent going to care
He/she doh eat nice de say causing fear
I dey with dem jus come attitude about de same old stuff
Doh like tuh wok and jus loll off
I am just a simple storyteller
Political LEXOPHILIA
©Copyright June 9, 2015 by Brian PierreNasia Alexander
If I knew then what I know now
My marriage would be bliss.
What I’m about to say you won’t
Want to miss. Marriage is for life,
Till death each will part, through
Sickness health, and adversities,
Think twice before you make a start.
Marriage is sacred and binding
It is God’s plan from the start.
No longer me nor I, we both share
The pie. Ordained by the father the
Almighty on high.
We are unique, a work of art, yet not perfect
Just a work in progress. Follow it through
And in the process, taste victories stand the test.
Don’t throw in the towel, when things don’t
Seem right, stand up to the challenge and don’t
Give up the fight.
Show love and affection, communicate
Just to name a few. Once part of my experience
And the essentials I failed to do. Tell her that
You love her, even if said a hundred times before,
Stop the enemy in his tracks, don’t leave an open door.
Teeth and tongue will bite an old phrase and
So very true. Again I’m not perfect I don’t
Know about you? Now it’s paramount that my
Marriage, last come hell or high water,
I’m in for the journey, the long haul, no
Time to falter.
Please note: I do believe there are great marriages
And individuals who are very happily married, but
Let’s face reality; sadly some do not always blossom
for whatever reasons. My poetry are based on my life
experiences, and not geared at any one.
Form:
Now they say that girls are made of sugar
And spice, but good girls finish last my friend.
For there is one truth for all women kind,
Come hell or high water we will fight
For our right to indulge ourselves in
The need for perfections greatest
Confections, COOKIES!!!
Yes we will take down that cookie
Puppet clown, dressed in blue,
For there is no fiercer monster known
To man, then a women who’s cookie
Faddish is left unsatisfied.
Peanut butter to chocolate chip,
Just pass the milk and watch out dude,
For women shall be the first to dip.
Call us the two fisted women of the
Raw dough generation, we don’t
Really care, just pass grandma’s old
Cookie jar.
Roll me down the bakery sweet,
No fragrance smells finer then freshly
Baked what ladies, COOKIES.
Sugar me sweet it’s the ladies favorite
Treat, by the bucket or truck load it can’t
Be beat, frosted or plain, it matters not,
But without Milk its sacrilege that is
No doubt!!
Now chocolate maybe the vise five to
Seven days a month, but cookies rule
As the male race drools, because honey
There is no doubt women will take you
Don’t for what, lets all say it ladies around
The world, all together now, SAY WHAT
COOKIES!!!!!!
By the way did I tell you my favorite
Food in the world, of course it’s very
Obvious, COOKIES!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO POET DESTROYER
And to all women
Through experience, we find knowledge, wisdom, and patience. Think carefully about each step you take, for each
movement is vital not only to your own path, but to the universal duality of action and reaction. Though these vital
progressions often consist of mistakes that cannot be undone, they can certainly be countered and redeemed by
future acts. With this in mind, go- and don't fret over past mistakes. Instead, embrace these mistakes; for it is
through these mistakes that we gain mother earths most valuable lessons; lessons of:
Peace.
Love.
Unity.
Respect.
Far and wide, the human eye denies the lies of our logic, and this ill sense of pride we feel is leading us further from
the light of truth. Those of us that still feel this truth- the dreamers- must fight for justice, and win back the future of
our blinded tribe. Seek truth, question authority, and never give up on yourself. Come hell or high water, we will
fight through the end, and we will fight not for prides sake, but rather for our morals sake- for the sake of future
generations, not these opposing blind obligations. For the sake of humanity and all that it has fought for, we will not
allow any more. The human spirit must marry peace, and remain with it until death do us part.
"Come Hell Or High Water"
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
I don't want either coming my way!
One's the unquenchable Fire
that will burn for eternity and a day!
The other's Water so high
that it literally kisses the sky!
Neither one is a good thing
I don't want either one stopping by!
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
Now that's a phrase that commands attention!
It's indicative of determination
with focused intention!
It most definitely implies
that nothing is going to stand in the way,
and something, without a doubt,
will be said or will be done today!
It's a vow to make and take a stand,
and no matter what may take place,
let Spirit, Wisdom, Faith and Courage
stand with you if this is what you face!
For each is a force to be reckoned with,
possessing great Power and Might,
Knowing if they struck singly or combined,
there'd be nothing left in sight!
May nothing of that nature
ever come this way,
but If I must stand up against them both,
HE will guide my way!
With this I have completed my vow.
I did exactly what earlier I did say!....
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
I am writing.....
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
today!
WTA-IV
3/29/2016
She sees the fire flash in his eyes,
A familiar sight of rage about to begin.
She wonders how long this time it will last,
For a vicious beating was about to set in.
He strikes her hard across her face,
The familiar sting is what she feels.
Her body already black and blue,
For he beats her before the scars heal.
He use to beat her for no reason at all,
She would cry out and ask what she had done.
He would reply with another crack to the jaw,
But now she knew why, she was taking it for someone.
That someone came only three years ago,
Unplanned she had a daughter.
She loved that little girl,
And would not let him harm her come hell or high water.
The little girl had spilt her glass of milk,
He became enraged when she began wailing.
He began to raise his hand to come down on her,
She jumped in front to take the impaling.
He showed no mercy on her body,
He had not for over 8 years.
After he was done beating her he raped her,
She only let out one whimper and a few tears.
She would not ever let him touch their daughter,
That little girl was the only reason for her life.
She would kill him before he lay a hand on the girl,
For in her mind she was only a mother and no longer a wife.
Form:
As i waved you goodbye the day that i left
A loving embrace and the tears that were wept
To the poppyfields of france we answered the call
So many young lives lost and its here that i fall
My mind wanders back to when i last saw you
My promise to you that this we would get through
The crossing of my heart to our young son and daughter
That daddy would be back home come hell or high water
Remember me.......
Forgive me my loved ones for a promise spoken
Im sorry i wont be coming home i lie here bleeding and broken
Forgive me.........
To the left and the right of me my comrades lie still
But never to see my family again though is the bitterest pill
I see in my minds eye the life i am leaving
I see the pain of my loved ones there crying there grieving
But be still my love for you have no more tears to weep
My pain will soon be over then eternal sleep
So think of me warmly and this price i have paid
And when your time comes my love do not be afraid
For i shall be waiting here to take you by the hand
To kiss you embrace you and lead you to gods golden land
Together again in eternity.......Forever