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Soul Full Medgar Evers
Justice fiery
The need to rise
Walk the unthinkable Earth
No Justice No Peace to emphasize
Voting Rights Act taken away
Jim Crow laws come back won’t be a give away
Civil Rights stance
The Supreme Court didn’t get it right
The country is now in a plight uptight
My Soul cannot rest
My Spirit will contest
It’s time for all minorities to wake up and come together
The nation was built on principles for “We the People”
Forefathers laid it out plain and simple
Voice of America, we can’t sit back and let our voting rights be taken
away
It is not ok
We can’t take it light
We need to fight
Mobilize in numbers
Together strong
Break the barriers that bind
Loud voices intertwine
Voting Rights Act made history
Turned into a diminished light into darkness
More than fact
Democracy track
All it’s worth that should be
I am the Ghost of Medgar Wiley Evers
My voice in fight
We will not continue to be uptight
Enough is enough
Fight, Fight and Fight
We shall overcome
Victory in our grasp.
Brother, I can't do this, the twists and turns of betrayal
I hoped to see you again, as you reached out after 20 years
- I still want to -
I remember our sledding, our rubix cube fun, our playing in the sun
I remember the peacock feather, your stuffed tiger with green eyes
I remember the Malibu you let me use, the court incident later
The first time I saw you cry and.thankful I was alive, then
But, as the truth was spoken later and you changed growing up,
it turned into a spectrum of ongoing sly actions hurting me
You were always standing by the people who did harm
Falling into brainwashing that it was me, the blacksheep,
that disrupted the family and caused all the problems
How? From speaking the truth! Yes, speaking the truth!
I did not harm any of you, in fact I had empathy for all you endured
Then came the betrayal, the loss, the sneaky games for years
The conniving people destroyed our special relationship
- Now, how is it to be re-built? -
When there are no apologies, no discussion of these things
Only expectations for me to be fine, as if nothing happened
I am haunted by when I had cancer and you didn't care if I died
When I survived, your reply was, " you just keep on going don't you" ?
That annoyed response you had burned inside me wondering how it can be?
My truth was your worst enemy and I seemed to be so too!
I am sorry the truth hurts so much and I chose to heal
Now, I can't snap my fingers, see you, especially when it's not one on one
And pretend as if none of this happened, the very root of all the problems!
Yet, here I sit, still missing our good old times, wanting to see you
Heidi Sands
5/8/25
(C)opyright
Any foodie on the brink
Of getting moody thinks
Of the dear dairy panacea
The culinary kinks
The cultural links
Gourmet high jinx
Of no.. not Cullen skink
CHEESE
As drinks clink then sink
Where the nods & the winks
Go to the food of the Gods
The stuff that really really stinks
CHEESE
A noble global endeavour
Arty farty dolcelatte party
Comte & cheddar
Smutty nutty double header
CHEESE
Palette caged by a rare
Cave aged Gruyere
Who can forget..appetite whet
Heat light stand manned..expands..
Milky glue or is it silky Moo Goo
Fanned..hands pulling strands
Eat not..planned fondue
Best damned bet
Always get a Raclette
CHEESE
Prouder of Gouda
Or louder Parmesan fan
Even when its powder?
Tilting to the built in love
For Stilton.. never wilting
Hard the calling card
Or more a Roquefort sort
Taught soft held aloft
French can’t bench moulds
Aristocratic blue vein
Dramatic wench holds court
Emphatic stench & stain
CHEESE
Whatever floats your boat
Maybe Goat gets your vote
Or those in the know
Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego
CHEESE
Young or well hung
Given time in the cellar
But won’t sneer at Paneer
Mozzarella can be stellar
Even give a damn
About dear Madame Edam
CHEESE
If you're of that whining ilk
Got that dining disease
Opining it’s just mouldy milk
Having a dig..you big tease…
Well won’t try to appease
CHEESE
Wary of the not rated
Scary squirting lube
You squeeze with ease
Flirting fairy out of a tube
Ill fated.. pre grated or
Diced into a nice cube
CHEESE?
Or drastic vices
Plastic elastic slices
Could go for Dairy Lea
Fell under the Babybel spell
Or pray tell maybe
Its Le Vache qui Rit
CHEESE?
Always a winning wheeze
Ideal at the beginning
Or end of a meal
No ratty ways of thinning
Natty diets lose to fatty riots
Choose ways of sinning
A ruse to amuse..
MORE CHEESE PLEASE
He says grinning
P.S If eating cheese before bed
Gives you a crappy nightmare
So what if you have fed
On cheese in these dreams
No scrappy schemes in your head
Led to days with rays of sunbeams
Teams of happy memes instead
Well it seems only fair
Curl of light
Dawn sparks;
Birdsong
~~~~~~~~~
Mall crowd
Feisty spree;
Window shopping
~~~~~~~~~
Food court
Hungry agendas;
Appetites dash
~~~~~~~~~
Morning papers
Bad news again;
Apocalyptic surge
~~~~~~~~~
Another typhoon
Wet dreams intrude;
Flooding moments
~~~~~~~~~
Broken hearts
Sadness glimpses;
Mail order tonics
~~~~~~~~~
If you must know
Time does not heal;
Grace inspires
~~~~~~~~~
Neighbour's kids
Noisy birdsong glee;
Sing-song savvy
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient evenings
Here at the gate;
Loneliness lingers
~~~~~~~~~
Dementia declares
Nondescript moves;
Forgetful forget-me-nots
~~~~~~~~~
Laughter echoes
Happy voices tint;
Foreign contradiction
~~~~~~~~~
Savvy somnolence
Easy escapades;
Sleepy limbo
~~~~~~~~~
She says
He sways;
Touch tentative
~~~~~~~~~
Words fail
Thoughts strangled;
Empty excursion
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 October 2016
Singapore
In the womb of night, we contemplate
the dawn of the day when we shall all be free
of the mind games played to put the liberty
of countless generations of us on hold:-
The chrysalis moments of the shades of night
strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels
awakening dormant minds of the untelevised
revolution, seeded and nourished many rivers ago:-
Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new
revelations, revealing the I am of those who are
the steady black bridges spanning over the ways
that were, with blood, had been watered:
steady bridges over which we have crossed over:-
Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected
for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors,
and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt;
its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:-
Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up
the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality;
for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago:-
The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies
for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they
may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon.
Now is the time: yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late!
Now is the time: the night time…the right time to get ready!
Now is the time: no time outs for those not ready for the new day!
Now is the time: the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane!
Now is the time: the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!
(5/29/13)
“NO “means “NO”- is what she said
As he tried to pull her to the bed.
He thought that he had the right
After taking her to dinner that night.
Why is it that when a man spends money
He thinks that he’s entitled to a little honey.
Would you accept it if it was your sister or mother
That this was happening to!
Or someone was trying to do this to you if you was in jail
And all you’re screaming and fighting
Happened to fail.
And if you were taken by force- and you had no other recourse.
Your dignity, your pride, your self esteem
All taken away like in a dream.
You have been violated mind and soul
With no one to turn to, not leaving you whole.
When the word “NO” is used and it’s done anyway
Then there’s a price that you must pay.
One is a victim, the other a raper
As it will come out in the court papers.
Is that short pleasure worth the time?
20 or more years behind the line.
So heed that word “NO” and heed it well
Living behind bars is really hell.
© L. RAMS
He was grizzled, intimidating, the original Viking all in black.
We were fearful, tearful, he was frightened us. We felt lack.
Is he a Viking? A Trojan? A Greek? A devil not clearly seen?
We did not know, so we reported this stranger to our darling queen.
Our queen was not afraid of anything, we had seen this before.
She summoned him to court, but he disappeared, gone forevermore.
We pondered this stranger with blue eyes the rest of our life.
He was a battle of one, scaring us soundly. We all felt the strife.
He was Celtic, a pagan, a man with battle and death on his mind.
He was horrible, a meanie, nothing like our loving sweet kind.
Some said his name was unmentionable, so they would never tell.
One thing for sure, this curious stranger was straight out of hell.
The story of him grew until it could not be contained, alive in the air.
He killed with his bare hands. His ebony coats were made of a bear.
He was a hermit, a rounder, a sounder, a man to be avoided and feared.
We love the stories of him. They are camp fire songs too, many endeared.
Between two worlds, there can be found
A place of beauty, few do seek
An intermittent middle ground
Where life is neither mild nor meek
We easily forget that Unity
Will always be the grandest place to be
It's compromise reflecting humble self
The modesty of love that strengthens health
That brings us to a place of gratitude
That signifies abundant inner wealth
And under threat, the Ego is subdued
The majesty of life between two powers
From edge to edge, we back and forth in Thought
From standing still, the Ego blindly cowers
Afraid of being outed in Selfs court
For as we know, Thought brings to us illusion
Which rarely ends in being our best solution
A lesson which the Ego still is learning
So battered torn and bruised from toss and turning
Why can't you see the damage you suffer?
Extreme to extreme always churning
Whilst Self so modestly does rediscover
The interchange that we can all embrace
Betwixt the outer echelons of life
The challenges of Thought we all must face
And through each one, our Self will surely strife
We will not fall for Ego's plastic ploys
The Shadow smiles and with that Truth destroys
The silhouettes the mind does cast revealed
The Truth of Unity no more concealed
The Ego now exposed does hide its tail
For shame and fear reformed and now repealed
Courage stands where ignorance will fail
The Truth is found within the Interchange
The pause of silence loudly now explained
Polarity, she bows as told her tale
The moral in plain sight, our hopes regained
Courage stands where ignorance did fail
It was two in the morning when I heard the beep
And jumped out of bed because I couldn't sleep
I got dressed In two minutes then got into my car
Then drove to the harbour which wasn't very far.
Because of my speed the camera flashed me
The court would be lenient, it was an emergency
I parked up at the station, Bill was there too
Only three more to come to complete the crew.
We got the boat ready and opened the door
John, Pete and Jane arrived we needed no more
We all got on aboard and slid down the ramp
Conditions were misty, cold wet and damp.
The local coastguard had received an S.O.S
From a sinking fishing boat ,'The Queenie Bess'
We searched for an hour but we couldn't see
Their radio was down, there could be tragedy.
About three nautical miles out a flare I did see
We headed full speed for the location rapidly
Bill called control "this is call sign nine blue
We're at the boat now and have saved the crew".
Thankfully this night there is no one dead
We're heading for home now; ready for bed
A satisfying nights work, we're all happy
We're the unsung heroes of the perilous sea.
But the R.N.L.I is a registered charity
It relies on donations from you and me
Be generous and support the work that they do
Who knows one day that 'work' could be you.
Written 12th November 2017
The wild wind plays its part.
Orchids on my Lord's yard
Blown and thrown apart.
They were meant to fall?
Before coming of age?
The suspects were to be summoned at once.
"No such intentions I carry, oh Lord...."
Wild wind presents, an alibi persuading.
"I was hurled by these towering trees."
The court, bewildered.
Yet, advocated his statement.
"It was not just me, a whole bunch of us.
I? Merely a pawn swayed by an arrogant king, Sire?
I take no part in this massacre...."
Not even a warlord made my king sweat.
Apprehension of injustice it is.
Suppressing the murmurs, my King speaks.
"Oh mighty wind, brutal nature force,
Why assist destruction of the old man's blossom?
Tell me, oh lofty tree.
You bear children of your own,
Why kill mine? "
"Why flowers bloom?
When destined to wither only.
We relish and embrace them,
Refer- beauty, innocence and sanctity.
Why gather them here?
A corpse lying on a pyre...."