Long Confrontational Poems

I was nervous about my newest client.
Not every Permaculture Designer gets a contract
with the WhiteHouse.
But, when the President called,
or twittered,
for an intake interview,
I guess it felt like an obligation
to at least show up,
although perhaps about...

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He studied and sought dreams to become a teacher
Sometime his days and plans are torn to pieces
Leaving place of learning without a backward glance
Onward to a School of not his choosing.
Area described as working class
Teenage...

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The last battle for the Throne

Funny how they think that all of this is a show 
 Or, perhaps a intriguing story of some kind 
 But either way this is my reality and the...

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How 
Is it possible to harness energy sufficient for a simple mispronunciation?
Made from miscommunication...
at best.

At our best we tend to fear; succumbing to failure's hardship. 
Countered by an offensive degrade;
shortly mind-coming definition.
Afraid for conformity's confrontational...

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Always alone
That is my destiny
I’ve never really had someone to have my back
Other than family and friends
But no man has ever truly loved me
I’ve asked why several times
Some people are not meant to live 
Happily...

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The Light from the Shadows

The light from the shadows of a thousand candles burning
The bright configuration of a lighthouse plainly warning
Plain sight considerations of a future that is forming 
Contrite observations of memories of the...

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Every morning I wake up not knowing if ill look in the mirror at either Jekyll or Hyde. Not knowing if ill be praying to die or feeling alive.
This  right here is my typical...

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THE PASSION OF CHRIST
A Confrontational Poem by Atsu Adaletey

The Passion 
Of Christ 
Is a Mission
With Thirst

The Passion
Of Christ
Is a Vision
With a firm Decision

The passion of Christ
Is faith in Action
Not a Risk 
For Experimentation

Is not to...

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I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching 
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.

Then, I noticed a rather shapely and attractive woman step off of the...

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Blueberry Festival In Sioux Lookout

Travel north off the Trans-Canada
On Highway seventy-two,
And cross the Frog Rapid Narrows
Of the English River system
To enter Sioux Lookout,
On Pelican Lake,
‘Hub of the North’
And gateway to Lac Seul.

Legend has it and...

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They say confessional poetry is repressed sexuality, I believe it don’t you?

 I’m a man who puts sanctions on his mind, and chains around my soul, wall's surrounding my own heart. 

It has been so...

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All is still and quiet on the drill pad.
Even night still sleeps at zero dark-thirty.
Celestial bodies lend their light, but sparingly.
Though their contribution will hardly be noticed once
she begins their day.
In her head she goes...

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I want to write to be inspirational.
I want to write so others won’t fear to be confrontational. 
I want you to read my works and say “Damn that was motivational!”
I want to be the one...

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A beautiful world, with out a single soul but inhabited by mere statues,

A place where credibility is narrated as a myth whereas hostility is translated into a legendary status and corruption pays the dues,

Consequentially, Water...

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It's all smoke and mirrors,
Cocooned in magenta mascara and lavender lace,
The ever-elusive ivory stag now backed into a corner,
Delighting in an artificial solitude's icy embrace,
Brandishing a jaw of pearls to sheathe the dagger up her...

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The fireplace kindle in the moonlight.
I am along deciphering the mind’s eye.  
God is here with me tonight.
The popping flame was a yellow reddish fire.
The wood burned and the smell was a delight.
My thoughts...

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Young Soul

Dear young soul who stole your smile that you go around stone faced like one who wears the weight of the world holding you down.  Where is the joy that once filled you...

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oh wow sir george claremdon on a horse. trit trot.

A ninety nine nonsensical length of a trumpet voicing face facing west and east is a coastal cavity of dimensional spaces. It appears that even if...

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National Anthem
Familiar motherland music;
Stop to ponder SG50**

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Hidden agenda
Crafty demeanour;
Unspoken moves

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Confrontational
Words unnecessary;
Choice in no voice

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Two sparrows chat
On air-con ledge;
Morning sunrise

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Plumeria flowers
Sparkling colours;
Morning salutation

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Spring cleaning days
Christmas is coming;
So little time

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Torrential rains
Day after day soaking;
November redecorates

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Here we are...

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Be                                  ...

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In America, some people see glasses half EMPTY, and 
their glasses will never be full in spite of their ABILITY.
In America, we are becoming a nation of less independence      ...

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"The price of power is responsibility."
          Winston Churchill

This is a powerful voice
AltRight confrontational ears
have not yet clearly heard.

The price confronting global secular and sacred powers,
whether white...

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I call her Suzann; after a girl that tickled my fancy once upon a time.
Now she’s my muse; I use her to help me when I’m without Idea’s.
    Suzann—you know I love...

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I drink...
Alone, all the time, always thinking,
About past times that should have been.
I should have done this, I should have done that,
I never get the chance to do anything,
Because nothing ever goes my way,
As I'm...

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I drink,
Alone, all the time, always thinking,
About past times that should have been,
I should have done this, I should have done that,
I never get the chance to do anything.
Because nothing ever goes my way,
As I'm...

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