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Let's not brag about begging free
Long gone are the days when tears would drop
We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel
That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth
As we became night crewers in this cold world
Now we are x men with ragging hope with in
I hope you will be able to tell Wat kind of poem this is
We are like strange doctors who's ability will make you marvel
We have no class rap ! Nor physician captains in America ????
Cause this is Zambia were we only see Mr Zambia
And you vision cant see them unless u are a cyclops they delivered unsaid words of broken Promises
Were we fight like
Unlike Zulu in the battle of the mulatuzi river
Fought for they're right
They traded they're birth right .........
.....so think twice
...Take time to think twice, The haters of joy!
I guess I missed the target In my taught and classes
Looking round my world
To see and hope!
If joy I hope could be clapping In the means of foes!
Hatred grips my grapes
As I soar with sorrows! Finding way to walk
from my mind to soul I saw a deep journey
Tunneling down my dreams With saga and storms
..so let me reintroduce myself
am the last of my kind
I did die i just barred myself in the sands of time hoping some day that I will hear the truth see we were kings and Queens till we turned into slaves in our own houses ??? we are the really misfits we keep shape-shifting like mi stick but we missed the trick the only time we are hero's is when we dream . Cause reality is nothing but a dream ...
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O Council of marble halls and hollow oaths, the world is asking: whom do you save? Are you not but a lion, toothless and tamed, pretending to defend the pride, while the hyenas feast in your shadow?
We have seen your silence dressed in law: in Baghdad’s burning, in Tripoli’s ruins, in the shattered homes of Gaza. Your chambers echoed with speeches, but your gavel struck only air. The powerful spoke, and you bowed, their crimes baptized with your silence.
If peace was truly your crown, would children lie unburied beneath collapsed stone? Would nations bleed while you debated the price of their agony? Nay—your throne is not of justice, but of compromise with evil. You are not a council, but a marketplace where the rich purchase the right to destroy.
Tell me, O guardians of nothing, is sovereignty now for sale? Is humanity a currency, traded in the corridors of New York? Your veto is not a shield— it is a dagger, plunged into the hearts of the weak.
O nations of the Global South, how long will you kneel before ghosts? How long will you believe that justice will be delivered from the same hand that shackles you? Withdraw, break the chains of illusion. Build a covenant not of domination, but of dignity— a true assembly of mankind, born not from the ashes of empire, but from the fire of justice.
For the world does not need a toothless lion roaring for show. The world needs a sword of light, a covenant of equals, where no child’s blood is deemed cheap, and no nation’s grief is buried beneath vetoes.
The Security Council has spoken in silence, and its silence condemns it. Its stage is set, its mask unveiled— not a guardian, but a conspirator.
And so the question remains, echoing through broken streets and ruined skies: Whom do you save?
But hear this prophecy— your empire of glass shall shatter, your halls shall echo with dust, and a new covenant shall rise from your ruin. For the lion without teeth shall be devoured by the very prey it failed to defend.
History will not forgive you. And tomorrow, the world will move on without you.
She thinks in exotic colours
that drip off her tongue
like sharp shining jewels
formed somewhere deep
in the permafrost of her,
the grey matter thrives
in the lava somewhere
rising inside the
lux velvet crimson
pulsing at the core of her,
and births diamonds
that drip off her tongue
like icicles
that could pierce and shatter
a heart or could melt them
just the same
He is like a rhesus monkey
quite short in mind,
small in sound, oh,
but never sound,
the expression on his face,
wanting, eternally perplexed,
the value of his thoughts jumbled,
his darting hirsute mind
running zealous riots around
invisible conquests in
neverending schizoid circles,
rattling the bars of his cage
just for attention,
his words form strangely
for a species trapped
in his own dark age,
each day hardly speaking
but his mind screaming,
passing his hand through
his thinning hair
he is time poor
holding a cup
out for love
to the monkey grinder
all seems lost in poetic translation
yet, it ferments in the daily conditioning,
the small ritualistic routines
regularly delivered in bed before sleep
and upon waking
for one cannot survive without the other;
it’s in the feeding, not in the taking
Candide Diderot. ‘24
MY NAME IS MICHEAL
MICHEAL (when was the last time I heard my mom call my name)
LIEUTENANT OF THE LINE
THE LINE OF BATTLE (line of a fight that’s useless)
BATTLE FOR PROTECTING AND PEACE (Peace that involves bloodshed of innocent lives)
PROTECTION AND DEFENSE
DEFENSE OF WAR (War is useless it’s breaking my mind)
THE WAR HAS BEGUN AND ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME (time it’s but a fleeting moment on this battle field)
IM RUNNING (Running from myself why did I choose this path… my life was fine)
RUNNING THROUGH DIRT AND DEBRIS (The dirt stained by the blood of my brothers, the debris.. covering these young men’s corpse)
DEBRIS!
MOVE THE DEBRIS!
CHECK FOR SURVIVORS! (how many more survivors would we have had if we had just tried to talk it out)
SURVIVORS! I FOUND SURVIVORS WE NEED TO REUNITE THEM!
REUNITE THEM WITH THEIR FAMILY. (my family….How much longer must I stay away from them, I don’t want to be delivered to them in a body bag..I don’t want my mother to cry and have to see her son a corpse with its tag not shining,not swaying as I go to hug her)
GO GO GO!
LEFT,LEFT,LEFT RIGHT LEFT. (I should have left the moment my contract was up I wouldn’t have had to be here I could have been home,celebrating eating with my family,being there for my kids birthdays instead of missing so many days of their lives)
LEFT (I left after the war ended,I’ve done enough i get to go home even if I am missing an arm,at least I’m alive)
Your hope is significant in my life
You cope with so many thoughts not your own
Your rope of faith kept you safe from strife
You mope and silently scream all alone
Keep the faith, baby, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
Keep the faith; behave and be brave
Save yourself, keep the faith, and stand tall…
I wish you well, praying you will make it through
Hope you can tell me He loves you, loves you…
Your faith in Him is beyond amazing — you see? You see?
Your faith is truly, sincerely praiseworthy
Keep the faith and I’ll keep you safe from harm
Keep the faith and I’ll keep safe like a charm
Your love towards me has helped me out
Your wondrous wings of flight flutter about
You brought me happiness from above…my joy, I embraced
He delivered you from the times you denied Him face to face
But you are forgiven by His grace
The road of recovery we tread, we have fervently faced
Keep the faith, baby, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
Keep the faith, my dear, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
Keep the faith, darling, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
I wish you well and I pray you will make it through
I hope you can tell He still loves you…no matter what you do…
Your doubts cannot undo
What God has in store for you and I so true
I wish you well and I pray you will make it through
I hope you can tell He still loves you, loves you…
Your faith in Him is so great…
Keep the faith and all you have to do is wait…
Keep the faith, no doubts should flood our fate
Closed in without a doubt
Whole world turned over
In this sad life nothing to tout
My reactions much slower
I continued to drown
In the belly of my beast
It kept me completely bound
As it continued to feast
On my life as I knew it
Only a matter of time now
Before it cracks the final whip
If it permits, time for my final bow
The decision to fight back
Was not an easy one at all
Because I was so far off track
The reality of death made me stall
The losses amounted so fast
Pain brought me to a crawl
How long would this last
Thoughts of life without
Anything ever remotely beautiful
Began to loudly shout
As I fought the beast became vengeful
Nearly driving me off the edge insane
But the last form of pain reinforced
That the beast’s efforts were in vain
It hurt like hell to pull completely away
The withdraw delivered a lot of pain
Happy to say death saved my life on this day
A few hundred ragtag, rabbinic Maccabees
faced the might of Antiochus’ army
60,000 fighting men strong
The Chanukah story we all know
The rabbis delivered Greece a knockout blow
Rededicated the Temple, and with a small cruise of oil
lit the lamps of the Menorah, eight nights in all
Yet in our prayers, not a single word about
the military prowess of the ‘Mighty Maccabees’
We thank God, and God alone, for routing Greece
Mattathias, the leader, and his sons,
five indomitable priests
we praise instead
~ but only for their spiritual feats
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The Talmud asks: 'What is Chanukah?' The above is
(a much-condensed version of) the answer it gives.
(Tractate 'Shabbos,' 21a - 23b)... Also found in the
'Abridged Book of Jewish Law, Laws of Chanukah,
Solomon Gantzfried, (English version)
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. "Peace in you heart. Joy in your soul. Freedom in your spirit. All of these good things and more. Belong to you when you freely trust in the Lord. It shall be well, indeed with your soul. It shall be well, indeed with your soul.
The battle raging deep within your mind. Jesus will fight for you. Jesus will
defeat the enemy of your mind. He will bring his wonderous peace to your mind. He shall defeat the devil, and Jesus Christ will become Lord of your life.
The unclean thoughts raging deep within your heart. Feelings of lust and double mindedness. Whosoever the Lord sets free from the bondage of sin. Is free indeed. Jesus Christ will set your heart free indeed. It will no longer be under bondage of death, hell and the grave.
The black cloud of depression harboring deep within your soul. You soul can be washed whiter than snow. Jesus Christ will faithfully lift the bottomless pit of depression. And deliver you from your mental illness. "Just trust and obey for there is no other way to be happy in Jesus. But to trust and obey in perfect submission. And pure peace and harmony will flood your soul.
The battle raging deep within your spirit. Has been delivered by the Holy Spirit. Satan is a defeated foe. He has no more power over you. The power over you is love sweet love. Your spirit is being purified. All by the precious blood of the Lamb of God. He has redeemed your captive spirit by setting you free from all of your sinful iniquities. He who the Holy Spirit sets free is freeborn indeed.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 27, 2020
We lie to children as we teach them not to lie
a man in a red suit and his reindeer fly the sky
that chocolate egg was delivered by a bunny
and we don’t say how the baby got into mummy
A tooth fairy left them money in the night
you have to admit we say all sorts of shight
But as they grow, they learn, realise the truth,
soaking up knowledge of how the world works,
as adults they know you bull hit the youth,
and be fake superficial dishonest jerks.
As a child it’s called reality,
as an adult it’s called insanity,
but we allow the kids to have this magic,
because we know their teenage years will be tragic
JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991.
We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction,
In which we both were in a win-win situation.
Since then, we became close friends,
Every week, she travelled a long way to see me,
Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts.
Which she made and delivered to many shops,
Displayed closed to the cashiers
And available for purchasing by the shoppers.
Once, she moved from North West inner city,
To South East outer suburban's villiage.
That did not stop her from visiting me.
That was how good she had treated and loved me as a friend.
The last time we spent going holiday together,
Travelling to Sydney with her partner.
It was nearly two decades ago.
Since then, as time went pass,
Our relationship gradually torn apart.
From time to time, she promised we would meet,
Eventually she broke all her promises,
But at least she rang to apologise,
After letting me waited at the meeting places.
Once, I waited for one hour
While working in the front garden of my house,
She called to tell me she was in Overseas.
Since then, I promised myself,
I never believe or trust her again.
One decade has gone,
She continued calling me,
I tactfully made excuses.
That I was very busy which was true.
I had no more time to wait on her.
Eventually, her partner disclosed to me,
She suffered Bipolar, a mental disease.
When she were happy and functioned normally,
She always made promises to people,
Genuinely thinking of pleasing them,
Then, when her moods were affected,
She forgot all her promises,
And unintentionally offended people including me.
Ever since I learned about her mental health issue,
I understood better and never
Angry or blamed her any more.
Each time she called and suggested we meet,
I just politely thanked for her offer,
Claiming I was busy with my daily activities.
Like playing piano, swim, travel, embroidery,
Poem writings and now A.I. helping
To make music and songs from my own poems.
This year, I met JC,
He behaved and resembled so much of my friend,
But I was unsure, if he suffered the same kind of mental illness.
Then, I would treat him accordingly without bitterness.