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Corrupt words shake the ocean of my sleep-
Since childhood words have infected my mind,
and the endless winds of time roll and creep;
I carry scars- my spirit and soul twined,
my mind a ravaged garden deep.
And in my decay I weep;
will peace, I find?
Those unkind words are chains of heavy lead-
A mind ruined is like a church defiled,
oh, the tarnished shadows of time I dread;
I will not sail across the sky exiled,
I will find a new path to tread.
Destroying poison said;
my thinking wild!
And I will bloom a beautiful flower-
I swear, never will this girl's heart be cold,
my wounds will bring me strength and power;
I will leave those bloody stains of old,
and pure- I will stand a tower.
Oh peace will flow each hour;
leaving words told . . . .
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April 4, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Contamination: Of My Mind
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-114-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym,
Written for the contest, Contamination
sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann
Ninth Place
Still waiting for Jesus to come
I was born to see
From my youth age
I saw this same faces
Same face I see now
It strange how they never change
Even the new ones looks same
Still waiting for Jesus to come
I was born to live
From my childhood
I dreamt of life
I wanted to live
So I chose who I am
I chose not to depend
I chose no limitations to my growth
I thought I was free
Till this dream was a fight
To achieve
In a world full of strange faces
Still waiting for Jesus to come
I was born to free
I chose no chains or captivity
I chose no pain or brutality
I chose no fighting or war
Yet this mad men systems
Won't allow me be
This unchanged faces
Never leave my peace untouched
I wonder why they still exists
Till now
I wonder how long
Will the innocent suffer under them
There is no good man among this faces
And then comes my quest
I wish to see the good man
Again in power
The man for the people
The man of truth
The man to lead not rule
We are waiting cos the faces
Now are corrupt and spoiled of evil
They are full of themselves
They so selfish
They are egoistic
So the waiting of a brighter
Leader still continues
same like am
Still waiting for Jesus to come
A dedication to the known yet unknown
God bless the struggling African youth
God bless the world
God bless Africa
Hope for a new face
If it will one day come in my time .....
Nightmares of a past I wished was long forgotten
Haunting my every waking moment again and very often
A mere child, jump ropes and swings were my delight
No knowledge of these things, that were for adults at night
Awakened from a childlike slumber, only to be touched and
Become so encumbered, fondled by the most immoral, corrupt
And vile man I will ever know. Family he was Supposed to be,
a horrible nightmare he had become to me.
For a long time it was as if it never transpired,
I thought it was wiped away from my mind, forever to be left behind
But deep in the dark recesses of a brain so mired
A place always avoided, it has became quite glaringly clear
That I couldn't break free from the violation of that year.
To this day over forty plus years, my thoughts always become full of sorrow,
Anguish and anger for that little girl and the sadness that would follow.
Oh’ heart you are such a fragile thing, from you dancers dance and singers sing.
The painter paints their next masterpiece, with you in every stroke of the paintbrush or step, sudden movement in the dance routine.
You spark inspiration to pursue every ridiculous go against the grain aspirations hopes and dreams. Although you are the strongest muscle in the living body you are sensitive to pain, once you are broke how can you heal again? You are the root of all things that represent love and compassion. You are the fuel to where one can find their passion. Your language is a complex one because words are limited to what only emotions can say. You are the one who helps determine the tone of every day. If you are not feeling something than I’m not feeling something and the passion begins to fade. However once a connection is made the spark rekindles the fire deep inside to burn away to blaze a trail and follow whatever you are drawn to. Sometime in the form of I love you other times there may be the desire to do evil and corrupt things depending on the exposure. Once you are restored to your former state only you know the right time for everything and you are never late.
Stop. Take a minute,
Travel with me now.
When life becomes a hindrance,
We’ll find a way somehow.
Come along and join me,
A place that’s full of glee.
I call it Moment Mountains,
Admission here is free.
It’s where I go inside me,
I fashioned every piece.
The lake and all its splendour,
Is always mine to keep.
One day while I was hurting,
Lost in all my grief.
I stumbled on a hillside,
A puddle at its feet.
I surveyed the land around me,
Potential in the tones.
I knew I’d found salvation,
I knew I’d have some fun.
I began to go there often,
And every trip I took.
Something had been added,
I let my mind amuck.
I started dropping pebbles,
A rock and tiny tree.
Then came all the flowers.
My tree grew into three.
The hill was now a mountain,
To which I sprung its twin.
The puddle now a river,
I couldn’t help but grin.
This world was now a filter,
A dwelling of my own.
Something I could cherish.
Something I had grown.
The mountain peeks were snowy,
My favourite spot to think
To gaze down at my river,
And forget the will to sink.
To not let bad times sway me,
Corrupt me with their acts.
But to sit and take a moment,
My mountains are to thank.
Form:
I'm afeard of the youngins a followin' us elders
I'm afeard of this world and I pray
That you expose them thar varmit polutitions
Who narry mean nothin they say
And I am old and never had any learnin
So forgive that I can't ritely spell
I jus wanna say the world ain't ok
And in fact it's headed for hell
What in tarnation has happened
Evil lurks round every bend
The folk you once knew as neighbours
Are no longer trustworthy friends
The good folk who do well are silenced
By them thar high monkey monks in command
They have taken over the world
As you bow to their corrupt plan
They have no regard for the Creator
Thar awantin weath an power an acclaim
With no regard for justice
They blaspheme God's Holy name
When I died in 1873
I had no suspect of future event
Now from Heaven I see great atrocities
From a race that is surely Hell bent
On destroying this planet God created
Man persists in polluting His Earth
I cry from my old eyes watching oceans and sky
Being assaulted as though they'd no worth
Where are the defenders of your great nation
They have perished in Wars bravely fought
Soldiers as young as 15 gave their lives and their dreams
In the hope that the goodness they sought
Would be one day enjoyed by you their descendants
Poem by Joan Donnelly Ellis July 4, 2020
Inspired by my Grandfather , Joseph
OVERBEARING
When you walk up upon two people talking
And they shun you turn away start walking
Cold non endearing
Never ending so not caring
Overbearing
Wait your turn don't interrupt the corrupt
And those problems bag them up
Place those worries in a locked closet
Cold non endearing, never ending so not caring
Overbearing
Distrubuting the prviacy of others
Does it matter abundant covers
Don't be abrasin or impatient
This is a new revelation
Overbearing
It's not that your not important
Cold non endearing
Never ending so not caring
So just wait for your space
And when your late the groups already started
Don't be broken hearted
You enter in but all eyes on you
Don't resist in your hues or views
Place those worries in a locked closet
Cold non endearing, never ending so not caring
Overbearing
3/3/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
for a little slander
The new president of America has told Europe to look after its own defense which means NATO without the USA’s help becomes a boy’s club for retired politicians pretending, they are a fighting force eager to defend Ukraine which can’t be done without dragging without risking a serious world war, they hands are tied since Ukraine s not in NATO, an easy excuse because we know it is not true, but it has not stopped leaders in Europe to hammer their support of Ukraine to get at the Russians although knowing the war could have been avoided but for idiotic policies
Oh, how Europe’s leaders hugged Ukraine to their hearts delivering money and weapons to what was and is a corrupt regime
How quickly they changed tunes when the USA told the truth, mates you are on your own we will not defend you anymore you are masters in your land and responsible for your own security How sweet it was to my ears spoken by a man we vilify because he wears a tie too long for the snobs in Brussels who has a leader that wears her hair as fashioned like a helmet
After a shocked silence voices were heard but the man was right, we are responsible for our security -silly sods- Suddenly -Ukraine was no longer Europe and must find peace with Russia Spring thawed in February, on Valentine's Day on a day when Macron’s and Obama’s wives exchanged glances
For us, we were humbled and ignored it was a great day too finally the war is not imminent but we must not forget the clever people in Tel Aviv will find a way to upset the Apple chart
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Welcome to 2020!
Where every month passes like a year
A game made out of all that you fear
Welcome to 2020!
Where we reveal the wicked and corrupt
Creating a working class ready to erupt
Welcome to 2020!
Where Trump behaves like a psycho ward resident
Instead of the United States of America's president
Welcome to 2020!
Where hurricane season is quickly coming
Even as there's no preparation and nothing running
Welcome to 2020!
Is it doomsday, Armageddon, or the apocalypse
Who knows when death will kiss us on the lips
Welcome to 2020!
Is the world going to reopen and let the elderly die
I would like to ask each and every protestor why
Welcome to 2020!
You have to repeat it because you can't defeat it
You surely can't retreat nor even delete it
There is no welcome in 2020!
We're all preparing for our final doom
When midnight strikes and we go all go boom