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Formed from the seed of love thoughts prime
a child was woven heroine
biblical prophetess in time
Deborah was such, a name chosen, mine.
Like a lightening bolt was she conceived
a joining of aspirant souls
seeking other primal roles
into a world of controversy she was received.
This fiery woman, a rousing Queen Bee
Debbie the mothering maid
the battle leader, judge conveyed
authority and responsibility hers to seed.
Compatriot of Moses she, from tribe of Ephraim,
Mother of Israel was she.
The equal of every he,
such is the burden given me from the Father of man.
Upon the shoulders a such a frail form
this mighty burden laid.
The outcome heaven made
for all of life is tested and the "bees" are born.
Imagine there is no pandemic, vaccines and creation of controversy and lies
Imagine there is no wearing of masks and breathing difficulties
Imagine there are no social distancing and no people going to sleep in hunger
Imagine there are no barriers between the rich and the poor, that there is no one better than the other
Imagine standing hand in hand helping the needy as much as we enrich the wealthy
Imagine if corruption was punishable as much as stolen goods by he who does so only to buy drugs to recompense the apatite and that materialism wasn’t a song of praise and worship from those who have status
Just imagine if we all go to bed and there is no one hungry or impoverished and that the universe circulated the same for everyone
Imagine a Nation so united fighting together to stand together knowing that the Janitor deserves the same respect as the Managing Director
Imagine the value of education eliminating disadvantages, creation of thieves and desperation of people
Imagine IQ not calculated as being clever but caring and loving
Poet
Masego Nkuna
I think it is time that I take a stance
on an issue of supreme importance,
I’ve stayed quiet on it for far too long,
to keep living a lie feels so wrong,
I hope this doesn’t sound hokey or trite,
I expect much flak from the left and right,
but it’s clear that when all is said and done,
friend chicken is truly made of awesome.
There! It’s said! Let controversy begin,
but I’ll repeat it, again and again!
Fried chicken is God made into a food,
don’t care if that sounds blasphemous or rude,
the crunch that proceeds mouth-watering bites
is enough to set a bad mood to rights,
A savory flavor, the spice and the grease…
with more fried chicken, we could have world peace,
it would taste so good that we’d just want more,
be too busy eating to have time for war.
Doused in Cajun spice, or southern-style,
it’s a meal you’ll remember for a while,
cut into tenders, fun for the kids,
shape to a filet, you’ll be glad you did,
load it with barbeque, sweet-and-sour,
put it on a waffle at breakfast hour,
you can shape it into tasty nuggets,
or take it old school, in a big bucket,
it’s nearly as good cold as when it’s warm,
for most common foodstuffs, that’s not the norm.
Some folks get nervous about this delight,
since chicken has its own stereotypes:
Black folks like friend chicken, I think that’s true,
since everybody does, no matter the hue.
Honestly, can you think of on single place
where people don’t clamor for this fine taste?
Even doctors who say we must watch our weight,
in secret declare,’Fried chicken is great!’
The vegans say they hate it, think meat is bad,
this must be the reason they’re always mad,
if I had to lie, deny what I cave,
I’d probably be stalking ’round in a rage.
And so I will shout it, near everywhere,
call me a paid shill, I just do not care,
beyond Cornell recipe nothing can beat
the taste of a chicken fried in high heat,
try to deny this, it cannot be done,
fried chicken is truly made of awesome.
I have been struggling with a faded thought
until my mind's become confused and tangled.
At a crossroad, this battle is being fought
between my stubborn brain and wounded heart.
I've great fear one of them will be strangled.
I thought I knew what my life was all about,
but perhaps my heart has been deceived.
I'm suffering a sense of loss; filled with doubt
hoping I haven't taken a misguided route.
I'm finding that life is not as I had perceived.
Their controversy is deeply rooted down,
encompassing what is far beyond my vision.
I search my memory, but it makes me frown,
and my grieving heart will not backdown.
I'm left wrestling in the wallows of indecision.
I won't deny that what troubles me the most
is my attempt at arbitration has gone unheeded.
I'd just as soon try reasoning with a bedpost,
than a brain and heart that are nearly sclerosed.
Neither wants to be the one who has conceded.
I'm fervently trying to make them understand
that if there's to be any hope of our salvation,
they must stop their outrageous grandstand
before I'm forced to give a harsher reprimand.
They suggested I give the other a total ablation!
Surgically remove my brain? I gave it thought,
but it was something that I would have to keep.
We'd all expire if I agreed to dispose of my heart.
That certainly would not be clever on my part!
My anatomy is cursed with two black sheep!
I'm stuck in the middle and I've made a decision,
to threaten them to make peace or they're out.
If they don't come to terms, I'll have to audition
for a new mind and heart who'll be in submission.
I felt a bit cruel, but enjoyed watching them pout!
IN TWO MINDS
a bastion of
tradition
appealing
indominatable
stylistic shapeshifting
driven by impulse
an isolated trend
yet
erstwhile
antagonizing
scandalous&
disturbing
unconcered
by controversy
& inverted
upraised
gestures
touched
by catastrophe
the
peculiar
neurotic disrupted
wretched & dismissive
distinctive
the
celebrated
provocation
disembodied
with a
prediliction to
unconformity
a focused
individual
still infamous
for intervention
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The windows are closing in, and gaps are getting thin, mankind has paid the sacrifice for useless pollution on the surface of the earth and their lungs are filled with dirt.
I look above the benevolent sky and search for the big lie, Fossil Fuels supply eighty four percent of the world’s energy and you want to phase it out in a hurry, what alternative do you have to supply the world with clean energy?
The scientists don’t know this and the chemist cannot prove it but the physicist can narrate it. Their work is outside but the formula is embedded inside and the philosopher is their guide.
Hydrocarbon is lining the throne and natural gas is homeward bound. The coal is floating around in abundance and the oil is shooting through the pipes what the row is about is to bring it to net zero or phase it out?
They come from all over the globe to listen to the multitude shout and have joined the climate change choir and expressing their innate desire. The band is in place and the musicians are on the stage, they have composed the fossil fuel hymn and everybody began to sing.
But the rhythm and the harmony are not right and there is a silent internal fight, the heavens are standing tall and the mountains are rubbing against the wall.
The chief is singing the base and Opec giant has entered the debate and blocked the fossil fuel phasing out scheme and have shattered the green minded countries dream.
What alternatives do you have when the world demand for fossil fuels doubles every twenty years? Why are you in such a hurry when there is no other voice to join the choir.
Climate Change is real and you have got to have continuous negotiation to generate a practical solution to appease your fossil fuel ambition. You must knock off some of the theory and stitch the entire loose edges together.
Carbon emission reduction is on the agenda too, it is causing controversy for me and you and if you put fossil fuel and carbon emission all together the internal combustion will move the engine around the world.
Tomorrow when you meet and start to greet you must come up with a solid plan to moderate carbon emission and fossil fuel demand on the land without causing power outage and fuel shortage around the globe. The row will continue until you figure how to sort it out.
Like the sky-flowers in dense cloud
Raised by romantic sun in glee
Far away from the anchored crowd
The spirit seeks to be fancy free
Neither commitment nor confinement
Blue freedom in getting footloose
Ecstasy of sun-sprinkled moment
In cool pond the blue breasted goose
In the chromosomal red molecules
Instincts seeking to cut loose
For the aroma of coffee granules
In the poetry of life free to choose
No you are wrong says reality
The bird has to be in the cage
Putting the chain on fancy free
The super ego is on the stage
Fidelity or fancy free
The black and white controversy
Though there is many a shade
Diamond dew upon a grass blade
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May 4, 2017
For Fancy – Free - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
The ill woman in the wheelchair
was outspoken,elegant and fair,
and lived her life in exhuberant riches;
now,finds herself to the mercy of others,
her frazzled mind tries to recreate an image
of those adored faces she touched with grace!
Why have they left her in such a demeaning state,
when her weary and empty hands don't render and please?
The thoughtful and athetic soldier, so fair-haired,
writes his war memoirs in a small notebook
sent to him by his girl-friend who lives in Holboken;
he is the perennial prisoner of human error:
roaming in a labyrinth with a missing door,
struggling to free himself from the cold underworld...
The murderer,the robber,the rapist and the hood-lum
stand before the judge looking stern and tough,
scrutinizing the silent court-room:
he feels for the remorseful and repentant
as the jury slowly reads the verdict,
but the sentence is worse than death...
The new-born is abandoned rapidly
on a stranger's door-steps mercilessly,
on the front door a sign reads,"KEEP AWAY!";
the crying baby needs his tending mom
to put him to sleep with a sweet lullaby
and halt his relentless weeping with a hush...
The dazed and frayed kid, so down-low,
sits motionlessly in a filthy corner;
dependency on harmful substance
has made him a scavenger and a destitute;
and whoever dragged him into his addiction,
was a demon with a wrathful intention...
Some exceptional individuals wiil be raised
to immortal glory without a controversy,
many will be condemned to shame,to be mocked
and charged with an unforgivable heresy:
the powerful and rich will decide their fate:
to be either remembered or forsaken...
Flava flav, Run DMC,
Digital Underground.
The early 90's I found hip hop.
I found poetry..
Langston Hughes, led to
Tupac Shakur.
Do you remember "Jada"
and "When ure hero falls"
Flamboyant, charismatic,
scholastic,
a ghetto philosopher..
"Thug Life", "2Pacolipse"
I heard you, I felt your pain,
your struggles...
"All Eyes on me"
and my favorite,
Makaveli...
You inspired me.
many have lost resolve to me,
by your collaboration with Jodeci.
"Me and my Girlfriend"
A masterpiece...
Tupac and Biggie,
friends turned vicious enemies.
Five shots,
an attempted murder plot
brought conflict and
a Bill Boards top ten spot...
interactions with Faith,
enhanced Biggies rage
"West coast, East coast"
beef took center stage....
Yet through all of your controversy
you would shock and amaze.
God has judged you my friend!!
I see you in white, sharp
with a glass of "Thug Passion".
When I meet my fate,
I'll see you with Nas
chillin',
in "Thugs Mansion"
I love you Pac!!
This poem is dedicated to one of the greatest artists of all time.
Tupac Shakur will never be forgotten, his message inspired many
before and after his death.... The name Tupac Shakur will always live on..
June 16th 1971--- September 13, 1996
RIP, we miss you Pac!!!
Jared Pickett
6/10/2010
Asavvy1
This poem has been written for Raul Moreno's Tupac Shakur contest.....
Enjoy my friend!!!!!
“The Purple Reign”
by: Eric L. Boddie
“I Want to Be Your Lover” is so “Insatiable” to some
But I “Adore” you because the “Holy River” is where I’m from
And “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man,” that’s “Scandalous” to think
But I answered “The Question of U” is “Strange but True,” so don’t blink
Maybe it’s this “Erotic City,” or, perhaps, it’s because she looks so good in that “Raspberry Beret”
But I want to be “Somebody’s Somebody,” but she must be the “Marrying Kind” I say
So “Lady Cab Driver” in the “Little Red Corvette”
“Let’s Pretend We’re Married” with some “Dance, Music, Sex, Romance,” and I expect
To be the “International Lover” for every “Irresistible *****”
Because I Love every woman from “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” to “Billy Jack *****”
Let me leave you “Satisfied” in puddles of “Black Sweat”
But I “No” all that I want so “Damn U” before I forget
That “Nothing Compares 2 U” plus I Love when you “Call My Name”
“U Got That Look” that lures all the “Girls and Boys” just the same
This “Cinnamon Girl” named “Anna Stesia” is the only one I want to call baby
Even if it took “A Million Days,” I would tell her “Let’s Go Crazy”
Maybe I got one of those “Colonized Minds” that will never let me say “Eye Hate U”
But “One of Us” must understand that “The Love We Make” is true
So if I gave you “Diamonds and Pearls” or took you “Around the World in a Day”
Would you “Do Me Baby” or let “Bob George” get in the way
Even back in “1999,” I was somewhat addicted to the “Pop Life”
Because of a “Condition of the Heart” that made me want a “Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother, Wife”
But there is “Joy in Repetition” every time we try a “New Position”
And “Baby I’m a Star” so my “Darling Nikki,” you should know my intentions
But the “Rainbow Children” provide the best “Sign ‘O’ the Times”
I want you “Forever in My Life” because we like to “Play in the Sunshine”
Because “When 2 R in Love,” there must be a sincere sense of “Trust”
And when it’s not so “So Dark,” it looks like “Purple Rain” to us
And that’s “When Doves Cry,” in light of our “Private Joy”
Without “Controversy,” it’s the “Love Sign” I employ
So “Gett Off” of that hate train, and let “Positivity” spark
And if you’re “Willing and Able,” that’s what is done at “Paisley Park”
RIP Brother Prince Rogers Nelson…..God Wants you In His Choir…..