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Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
THE RIGHT OF THE DISABLES
Do not discriminate me 'cause I am blind,
Do not abuse me because I am deaf and dumb.
Never look down on me 'cause I am cripple
And disabled like the wind of the earth.
Don't say "he hasn't got two coins to rub together"
We all at one time or other were disabled and helpless
We were disable at birth because we couldn't
Make anything happen without our parents.
We become disable when we are sick,then medicine
Becomes our surviving grace and life.
Doctor runs up and down for us,
The Nurse break their grains for us.
To be blind is not to be useless,
To be deaf and dumb is not to be sold out.
Being crippled and imbecile is not total darkness,
We have our price and pride in the society.
We are have our part to play in the society,
Give us our rights as a citizen also.
We becomes disable when we are old and infirmed,
There; we turn to the help of the younger ones
Our children becomes our hope and fare.
Don't hate me because I am blind,
Never thrust me away 'cause I am deaf.
There shouldn't be class segregation of our kind'
We make up the society like any other person.
Separation of our kind from others make us feel
Bad and unwanted.
Total darkness is not out of life.
We can sing and feel if we can't see
The handwriting on the blackboard.
We can write and see your signs
If we cannot hear the sound from you.
we can make beads, play piano and read book
If we can not walk like others.
Give us our right and discriminate not.
Teach us to sing like others
If we can not play football in the field.
Teach us to be happy like others,
We have feelings and emotions like others.
We do not choose to be blind nor
Do we choose to be deaf and dumb,
But nature made us who we are.
Treat us kindly like others in the society,
Give us our right to live among others
For we are equal to the tasks in the society.
Treat us as right as you treat yourself.
Let there be love among you all,
For where there is love, peace reign like rain.
Be your brother's keeper and assist one another,
Strengthen the weak and the poor among you.
Do not leave them at the cross road
To gnash their teeth in tears.
Uphold the poor and the weak ones,
Make them strong so that they could
Follow you in the race of life.
Love them like you love your flesh;
Do not reject them because of their plights
They are part of the Universe.
We all were once weak and poor,
At one time or the other in life.
We were poor and needy at birth
Naked, we come into this world with
No one helping us except God, the creator.
He then put us in the hand of our parents.
Malala fought for the education of the girlchild,
Nelson Madela fought for the freedom of the blacks,
What would you like to be remembered for,
The problem you created or the ones you solved?
Strengthen the motherless around you,
Touch a soul and heal the world.
Observe the right of the disables;
Tend to the laws of nature and live,
Help the weak ones around you,
Assist them to carry their heavy burden;
The journey of life is the shortes of all
Defend the fatherless and the motherless.
Protect the orphans in the street of pains,
Be their voice and their sight of sight,
Voice out for the timid voiceless around you.
Do not hold back good things from them
Because God had made you because of them,
Strengthen the beggars, the needy and the blinds.
Be the moses of their time,
Be the isaiah of their generation,
Act as the Joshua of the weak.
Nevre abandon them at the altar of sin,
Feel their pains as if you wear their shoes,
Do not send them away whilst you have
What they are looking for to live.
Strengthen the weak around you,
Love them like you love yourself,
Wipe away their tears in love
Give them the holy kiss of life
For love is the greatest law of all.
WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN
As war is fought it takes charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
Many things will forever change
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course
Before words of peace are spoken.
War I hate, though not men, flags nor race
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.
What distinguishes war isn't death
But that man is slain by fellow man.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his enemy's murderous hand.
War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right,
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of those to blame.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so mean.
War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.
By Tom Zart
"Grey Rock"
I am just a Grey Rock. With all the rest I blend
To keep away a narcissist, an enemy not a friend.
If I remain uninteresting, unattractive, and dull,
I am like a stalk of corn with no corn to hull.
A Grey Rock attracts no attention to a narc's eye
And therefore, won't be fodder for a narc's supply,
Which, for their survival, they require upon to feast,
To fill in their black hole, they have from satan, leased.
A narcissist needs drama to feed on and thrive,
Along with flying monkeys to keep their goals alive,
Of destroying others to give themselves a lift.
Otherwise, through life, they aimlessly will drift.
So, if I seem rather quiet, in the background, faded,
It's to stay in the shadows, where I am and feel shaded.
From time to time I'll be more than a Grey Rock in a pile,
But solitude brings me a peaceful living style.
Perhaps, the narcissist, who's been stalking me for years
Will become very bored and afflicted with the drears,
When he finds he is being no longer entertained,
Because my presence by him cannot be obtained.
Since technology enables him to my life, invade,
Being just a Grey Rock, blended, in the shade,
Disables his intrusion by squelching his desire.
Where there are no sparks, there can be no fire.
Being dull, unattractive, boring, unappealing,
Has been peacefully rewarding and too, revealing.
A Grey Rock, from a narc, attracts no attention.
Hence, all the more reason to pursue this intention.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2019-02-23 11:08:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
What is fear?
It clutches and binds you;
Its clinch constricts your conscience and gestures.
It degrades and damages you;
Its triumph abolishes your own proficiency to prosper.
It stops and holds you;
Its impeccable knack of holding you still is impassable.
It overcomes and you surrender;
Its will to thwart your approach has you anxious to ensue.
It is burdensome and palpable;
Its load weighs you down and disables your efforts.
It is real and ever present;
Its nearness is felt in your existence as it hides in wait.
It is debilitating;
It is maddening;
It is caustic;
What is fear?
It is controllable and facilitated;
You can clamber over the hindrances it extends you.
It is fallible and erratic;
You can perceive its shifting deeds as it scours for a way.
It is provisional and remedial;
You can tolerate its manifestation or expel it into a void.
It is daunting and probable;
You can be valiant and foretell its vain efforts against you.
It is frail and cognizant;
You can be assured that fear fears itself; it is casually ended.
It is short lived and perpetual;
You can sustain longer than fear, you can evolve as it ruins.
It is ignorance;
It is a curtain;
It is cowardly;
Fear is crushed with the knowledge of the entirety of a state. In these periods of terror we must cast fear in its just position, behind us, and trudge headlong against those who intimidate and threaten the beliefs for which we have battled arduously to safeguard, preserve, and be tolerant of.
Fear is…
Not an option today!
Don't look for me among the weeds;
I write for the roses.
To the weakness of my pen,
I write for love not perfection of my art.
I am for the poor in the street, they are my Roses.
I am for the disables, they are my silver and gold!
I am for the voiceless and the helpless,
Those taken into custody for their rights;
They are my roses.
I am to them what stew is to white Rice,
Don't seek for the perfection of my art;
No work of art is perfect to see as perfection.
I am for those killed by bomb blast in my country,
I am for those ripped off by the government,
I am for the dregs of the Society not the looters,
Don't look for me among the Elites or Aristocrats;
Don't you look for the perfection of my art,
It may come white always; it is for the Roses,
The last dregs of my daylight can give them light.
To those that are left behind the church to beg,
The messiah shall be your hope if my pen does not
Keep you strong.
To those that are rejected at the gate of hell;
God shall supply all your needs if my pen could not.
To those that are humble in spirit, holy spirit shall
Dwell in your heart if my words could not satisfy you
But,
Don't you ever look for me among the corrupt;
I am with you in body and spirit, writing to re-create
Your hope which was embazzled by the black angles.
I write for you, Roses, my heart smiles to you all.
Ka anyi noro na ndokwa!!!
(C) John Chizoba Vincent.
(This poem is especially wrote to
dedicate US President George W Bush
on his great speech on war on Terrorism)
Few People who has this belief,
Iraq is a great opportunity to defeat,
US and their coalitions, they are trying,
To establish a democratic system,
That provides equal opportunity,
Without any distinction of prejudices.
A sophisticated system that honours a child,
Women, men and physical disables equally.
To offer devices to regard their fraternity,
To provide security and safety to protect,
Freedom for mankind to abolish exploitation.
Bounded labour and humiliation,
When a mean person didn’t understand,
The way of discussion, a challenge,
A right decision for civil protection.
If a Religion has declined the identifications,
The intellectual work and dedications,
Struggle for living to protect human rights.
Then a right alternative to offer same devices,
As an honest and great person,
In a day light, as a brave warrior did it,
We shall fight to win, a message of God,
Who said to me to attack on rebels,
They never regarded others as human.
If you deserve to live in heaven,
We shall provide you that opportunity.
We shall fight to protect the mankind.
Living on Earth is only our motive.
Darkness, thick that feels like water
People’s scream’s as if great slaughter
Choking you at the back of your throat
Yearning for light to write a poetry note
Eyes, ears, taste, smell, touch, no longer in use
Blackness disables them in its destructive pursuit
Fires light as they crave for the light
Darkness quenches it with an ever black night
Some drive making accidents panicking on their way
Searching for the part where there’s light in the day
They look up in a hope that the stars may break through
But they chock, they gasp they fall and they spew
They crawl, they hungry, they start to eat each other
Brother eats brother, father eats son, daughter eats mother
Looking where they think heaven is, crippled and bent
Cursing God in the hope that their torment will end
They think through the insanity that this must be hell
Their bodies begin to blister, pain and swell
Just another day in 2012 they must face
For the love of God is no longer as he removed his grace
They should consider this heaven and not hell
For after this hell is worse and for eternity they shall dwell
Black And White
We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed!
Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless are unleashings of doubt
only makes a lesser us grow
inhibits our muses
disables our abilities to sprout
I’m no longer vulnerable
to slings and arrows
validity with magnanimity instead of
sentiments design to disparage
are a marriage of lucidity
Opt for words that heal, and clarity!
Phrases that reveal
a simple way of life,
carpe diem, austerity
too much comfort makes a lazy lone
what a poet shall write
shall be etched in stone
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