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Yo,
Dis poem is in honor of manic mistresses who war against the fleeting flesh,
Yo, dis poem is honor of schizophrenic Don Quixotes, swingin' at windmills of panic
stricken consciousness,
Yo Dis poem,
Yo Dis poem is honor of maestro's chasin' the muse of the logos made flesh,
In words, the only comfort they possibly know,
Flowing in a reverie of ecstatic epiphany,
Caressing solace, defeating the alienation of solitude,
The man sat staring at the fractured scatterings of a generation that had forsaken kindness,
And the woman saw him, and outstretched her hand, but the agent of chaos grabbed her,
Purpose, he said, purpose,
And the angels wept,
Yo, genius shining through the tears of fear made real,
Reeling, peeling, away layers of miraculous fish feeding thousands,
Miraculous words, healing a generation,
Begging Christ for a moment's rest,
From the war that wages within,
Men sing songs of triumph,
But courage is when your very mind won't have you,
And your heart, mocks you with its mercurial caprice,
Genius shining through hilarious and cacophonous laughter,
Outraged and astounded,
Dumbfounded and incredulous,
At how no one can feel this,
Pain that seems so salient,
Raging seas of foaming mouths in ascetic white rooms of institutionalized slavery,
Thieves profiting on the sound of crying children,
Praying, wishing that their parents would piece together the puzzle of sanity,
And rest in the greenhouse of sanctuary,
But God won't have it.
For this suffering is but a moment's mist,
In the calculus of eternity,
And in the end, a tree of inspiration,
Emerges from the relentless voices,
And the world knows healing!
We want to stop laughing at you but your dumbfuggery continues to amuse us.
We want to stop laughing at you but you keep acting like a doofus.
I want to stop laughing at you but you are such a pathetic joke.
Everywhere you go people say," Now there's a jackface bloke."
We want to stop laughing at you but your behavior is ridiculous.
We want to stop laughing but your dumb antics cause such a fuss.
I wish we could stop laughing at you if I ever got the chance.
I laugh so hard at your stupidity that I almost pee my pants.
We wish we could stop laughing at you but your ignorance is iconic.
We wish we could stop laughing at you but you are just too moronic.
I wish I could stop laughing at you, but no time is ever fit.
I will never stop laughing at you, because you will always be an idiot.
In the house of commons, in Canada there's a problem' well
Your Damien; yes' he got wordy, and the speaker.?? He got nerdy.?
A word that denotes mis-truth; apparently not there; in use.?
In that place, it is a no no.' I never thought it would be so?
Controversial and affronting, in the place of egalat'e where
They even praised; that nazi.?? I thought it a misnomer; yet
No chance.? And like some loner, the M P who held to his
Reasons?? got denied access; for a season.' I think he took
One for the people? so i'll shout this from the steeples.'
His action served even the street, of liberals' he got booted
By the snooty, in the service of true unity, i reason that
Canadians of every type, should value Damien.' If you
See him out just greet him..In the greatness of the season
Take the chance, shake his hand; denying this dis-reason.'
(And the liar.? You know what? My history says.. Forgot! )
How can you say that your dreams,
Weaved into an atrocious scarf,
Is not the one you fathomed,
But at least keeps you warm?
Why do you feel so lonely,
Never could feel that emotion before,
When dusk falls, streetlights shimmer,
And music starts to play?
Where do you go to hide,
From glares and unsolicited advices,
That keep hitting you like missiles,
But never take your heartbeat away?
Why does sobbing and gasping,
Awaken a quiescent part of your mind,
Stirring up a turmoil
That shakes you up from every other slumber?
Why do you feel crushed,
When people make excuses, valid or otherwise,
To realise, you only have yourself at the end of the day?
Leave me alone. Leave me to doom.
Blame the stars. Blame the skies and the moon.
And she is always THE ONE,
Until you meet the next one.
May you meet her soon.
I am, who I am, and whose I am.
We are people of and who we are.
They are, who they are and whose they are.
From the beginning, of the World’s Destiny.
Yet, God assisted, God directed and God revealed.
Evaluations are in the unseen and seen.
All this was meant to be.
From the beginning, of the World’s Destiny.
First, have your way and will with me Lord.
"Love," you said, "is the perfect Key,"
unlocking the hearts of those who would believe.
This, from the foundation, of the World’s Destiny.
A new creation we are called to be.
Good deeds and works are laid out for we.
Only grace and a willing heart to achieve.
From the already written Book of life; from all eternity.
DIS AH SO IT GO
Yeah. I me! Teacher!
Me’ah soon go where
Me Papa, long time go.
So, inna English, me’a
Teach and tell ya dis:
The oppressor tried,
But, could not extinguish us.
So they mentally castrated
Our spirit and righteousness
And psychologically injected us
With their Oppressor Syndrome:-
Now we engage in self-eradication,
Leaving the oppressors relaxing
And enjoying themselves on beaches,
As we engage in doing their eradicating,
Oppressive, labors of hate for them:-
Listen, we can continue to do and be
The children of the devil, or forever be
The blessed children of almighty Jah.
Our ancestors–with less–in labors of love
And Jah’s navigation did so much
In the battle for justice and liberation
That we, with more, would have less to do.
Why then, out of many, we who are one people,
Can be so devoted to reducing ourselves to zero
For the wicked ones who desiccated the fertile womb
Of our ancestral Motherland, and now seek
To do likewise in our adopted homeland?
Indeed, it is what it is, but it does not have to be so,
And should, in no way, be allowed to be so.
Thus, I close out this awareness lesson with reference
To the greatest “textbook” ever written for us:
“Finally, brethren…[and sisters]...whatsoever things are honest,
Whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are lovely,
Whatsoever things are of good report: if there be any virtue,
And if there be any praise, think on these things.”
Ah So It Go: In the onderful
Oneness of the onement
Of Jah, Peaceandlove.
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I sit here twitching, shaking, in a panic
I don’t want to do this again, I hate feeling frantic
Don’t let this happen, don’t let me slip away
Into the darkest depths of my mind, nothing to say
At first these experiences seem inviting
But here there’s no such thing as deciding
The light is so bright and luminous at first
Until its’ quickly dimmed and the pain it causes hurts
The darkness creeps in like a predator
With the dim light as it’s’ competitor
Who’s going to win this time, this fight?
Who’s going to give the hardest bite?
Stuck between pure happiness and sadness
There is no explanation to this uncomfortable madness
Waiting, waiting; for this too shall pass
While the emotions in my head encompass
My heart surrounding the insufficiencies of my head
The feelings so heavy as if my heart is fashioned out of lead
Like I’ve got shackles on my hands and around my feet
In this state of mind everything seems obsolete
Don't "dis" an old person for complaining of what ails them, for taking too much time or when toilet paper trails them. Don't "dis" an old person when their fingers are sticky from eating too much chocolate or when their breath is icky. Don't "dis" an old person for the way they dress, it may not be in season but their doing their best.Don't "dis" an old person for finishing your sentences, or always cutting corners to curb their expenses. Don't "dis" an old person. Please try not to offend, for they'll wallow in that memory and not accept amends. Don't "dis" an old person when their stuck in the past. They have a limited future and they know their days won't last. Don't "dis" an old person when their memories incorrect. They've weathered many of life's storms, so show them your respect. Don't "dis" an old person for perhaps some day soon, you will be that old person and will sing a different tune.
Today when passing my mirror on by
I saw an image that filled me with fright
'Twas mother looking me straight in the eye —
Wrinkles, grey hair (on my face in this light!)
Seeing I'd aged to such a degree,
I then sought to examine further down.
I saw not my housecoat hitting my knee,
But a boob hanging the length of my gown.
Teary at this unyielding decay
I threw my arms up in resigned acceptance.
THAT’S when my arm skin started to play
Clapping together like an Irish step dance.
And as if to punctuate my despair
My children joined in this unfriendly game.
They pointed out my age-spotted hands (no fair!)
And their grandma’s were one and the same!
I smiled to keep me from giving up
And noticed I'd left my teeth out in their cup.
Revised September 22, 2018
I am in a relationship . . .
I live with my dis-ability and me
To look you would not guess
It is a secret I keep very well
When I told my boyfriend, Henri
He could not get away fast enough
And why not, a handsome guy like him
With a blind girl, that is too much
So he left me and ran away
And I am doing just fine, Henri
But there are some problems
I can no longer read small print
On bottles, cans and containers
My friends are so protective
Thanks to friends who help me
And I also cannot go out at night
Unless someone is there to guide me
Because all I see at night are shadows
I use a magnifying glass to read
I zoom my computer and television
One evening I forgot to turn on the lights
But I did not realize the difference (really)
I will never move anything out of place
Oh often I have misplaced my glasses
At dance class I stay close up front
So I can see the instructor . . .
I can still write my poetry thankfully
And when I cannot friends will help
For the words are in my mind
And that will never ever change
I am memorizing things like trees
Skies, flowers, sunrises, sunsets
And waves crashing, rain, snow
My friends faces and my cats too
There is no surgery to help me
No magic pill to make it better
So this is it- this is my destiny I suppose
Not the one I planned but one given . . .
I ask God why but there is silence
So I will make the best of it
___________________________
October 16, 2016
Free Verse
For the contest, In A Relationship With A Dis-Abled Person
Sponsor, W. Thomas Markham
First Place