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(for chikbok girls four years after elegies of lost)
And we opened the book of remembrance again
Tickling all ears that are designed to be deadly.
We filled the cups & buckets with tears of blood,
Bloody tears as the cloud rises from dark night
& the horizon of our lives radio out our prayers
in pleasure & pleas recording poetry into broken
Rhythms of the kings bird' songs singing elegies untold. We recoiled this pages of cries into folded arms. Lost is our liberty ephemeral into chaos.
This light of darkness are now printed in our
palms of history tormenting our own feelings.
they left home through the corruption of their father's land. You know, their lies ferried them
into Sambisa to go & tell a tale of their crimes.
the chromosomes of their pigments lacked the bravery within the wrinkled nose of their cheeks.
Lives are buttered fireflies &worms of mediocre...
We may not know how pains taste until untitled chapters of sorrow unfold in our lives to seek revengeful voyage of our sins towards our home.
We televised their lies on the national televisions,
tilted the head of our cocked brain into gadgets
in a ballroom of miscreants clothing our beliefs.
I opened this book of remembrance again,
For my lazy sisters that struggles effortlessly amidst leaves and shrubs of looting leaders.
for their tears composed a musical notes,
for their fight created astraying street steer
I held upto these fallin' memories in a graveyard
into the abstract demon of my noble moralities,
into black races, into an abstract journeys.
brittle of the papers written in absence of our
ourselves, in the pictures of our lost self issues.
we will gather these soothsayers to the cloud
to sooth out those prilgrim girls in the moon.
till then, let this dance be of survival &revival,
of those deaf & dumb girls kept in the bosom of emptiness. they made them voiceless like the pages of a blank books but we know all their magic tricks in the closet of their ignorance.
No chikbok, no Dapchi girls but looting politics,
Politics that has strange mouth & shadows.
Until this madness is cleansed from our souls
Point towards your chambers & crack your mind
We are mocked movies trying to be seen by all,
a documented fairy tale in the heart of all.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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It was several years ago. How many, I don't rightly know.
I really should have documented the day. Perhaps it would
have been better to do it that way. How can I best describe what I really want to say?
It's about something for which I decided to pray.
I needed "time" to achieve certain goals in my life.
I needed "time" to tell, to share my journey, my flight.
I wanted to share love to help wipe away so many tears.
So I asked the Lord to give me a life of one hundred years.
Later, I also suggested that I would revisit the matter in 2049
for the purpose of, who knows; maybe to request more time?
Still later, I revisited my prayer with a second amendment.
I considered such matters of disability in the "health department".
I said, "Lord, I need more than longevity, but also a life of quality". I was so grateful that God understood and was aware of such reality.
So I'm having the time of my life, just loving and writing about my God,
my wife, my family, my church, my friends, my country, my world, my life; about nature, and about ................
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The serious Train De-railment in Ohio has led to toxic Phosgene and other toxins to be burned into the air. Phosgene known for use in World War 1 and killed at least 100,000. Now, wildlife, household pets, chicken, cattle and many fish are dying. Toxins are in the Ohio River that supplies drinking water to millions. This very serious situation is not getting the proper attention of the government or the main stream media
Update: Fema has said they will not help Ohio because houses were not destroyed!! Now, a man took a stick and stirred the stream water and every color imaginable surfaced from the toxins. On video. A parking lot of dead birds was found 350 miles away in Lexington KY. On video. The governor claims the DOD advised the burn of toxins from the train cars. Large plume still moving at 1mph toward West VA. I may need to write a blog about this. Very serious.
Update 2/19/23. A resident from the area reported seeing no wildlife at all. Another person reported from outside the area, seeing toxic rain on the windshield. Just like I thought. The large toxic plume is traveling slowly 1 mph. It is reported to be heading Northeast. Please check your streams and stir water to see if colored toxins surface. Also, please look at wildlife. Both these things will indicate toxins in the area.
Update: 7/2/24: Since this poem, toxins reached my yard ...with the snow over 500 miles from where they deliberately burned the chemicals. It sickened my dog and I, completely changing my life. The soil at my home was tested and proven to have the toxins from the train derailment. Also , orange slime landed on my tree in the rain and tested positive for Benzene. I documented everything. I wrote many poems and blog posts too. My dog died just recently after suffering and fighting to live. I have now lost my home too. The Govt did a huge cover up after they had approved the burn of the chemical filled train cars. But recently Wisconsin researchers including weather experts came out with evidence the toxins reached 16 US states in the rain and snow. This has been the biggest chemical disaster in US history. A travesty for many.
acid rain will fall
toxic chemicals in air
silence now deadly
Heidi Sands
2/14/23
Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze
ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall survive...as to my soul they arrived with much thanks
but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks
rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks
and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows
a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows
keeping me on my two FEETS' toes
fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos"
freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air
lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's
saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race
my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision
instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat
so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!"
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***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life. They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~
"He was a brave, resourceful and honest boy. He would have been a successful man under
other circumstances. I loved the youngster in the old days and can say now after the passing
fifty years that I still love his memory. He has gained an unfair and undeserved reputation.
Most of the stories told about him are simply not true at all. He was born into poor
circumstances and did what he did to get by. He was a thousand times better and braver
than any man hunting him." - George Coe, close friend
He was a remarkable boy. Far above the average of the young men of those times and he
undoubtedly had the making of a fine man in him." - Susan McSween, close friend
He had a great personality and could ingratiate himself in people's good graces very quickly.
He had laughing blue eyes, always smiling or laughing, very accommodating and good
hearted. He had an innocent timid look and all of this took with the girls at once."
- Lily Casey Klasner, resident
"All the wrongs have been charged to him, yet we who really knew him know that he was
good and had fine qualities. We have not put our impressions of him into print and our
silence has been the cause of great injustice to him." - Martin Chavez, close friend
"He (The one who killed him) was afraid to go back into the room to make sure of whom he
had shot. I went in and was the first to discover that they had killed my little boy. I hated
those men and I'm glad I've lived long enough to see them all dead and buried."
- Deluvina Maxwell, very close friend
"He has gained an undeserved and unfair reputation to this very day,
and so his truest to life story written poetically is my mission to set the record straight."
- William A Cleator, Me
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That last quote of mine actually does rhyme poetically,
and so that justifies my posting all of these documented quotes from history
about this well known historical figure, but who is he?
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2. "Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 2
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A MATHEMATICAL PERSPECTIVE OF JUNETEENTH
(Apropos of 1619 To 2025)
In the proud history of Virginia,
1619 was a significant year
In relating to the beginning
Of slavery in the United States.
It has been revealed, however,
That there were slaves present
In the country long before:-
It’s documented that in the year 1863,
President Lincoln signed the document,
The Emancipation Proclamation, which stated,
Slaves in the southern states were free:-
What significant number of years in between?
Likewise, note that in the remaining areas,
Slavery was to continue to go on as usual;
Including the southern state of Texas.
The why of the “as usual” was because
Knowledge of the Emancipation Proclamation
Was not released in Texas until June 19, 1865:-
What a significant number of years in between?
It was needed by the state of Texas to solidify its economy,
Since slavery would no longer be able to be its rich foundation:-
Despite the Emancipation Proclamation being delayed,
African Americans in Texas rejoiced in thanksgiving grace
And encouraging faith that their continuous rebellion
Would one day lead to complete freedom and equality:-
However, while the Proclamation may have released
Chained Slavery, political and economic slavery go on;
And so does the fight for total liberation of African Americans.
Consider the timeline between Juneteenth,1865, and
The 15th Amendment ratification, February 3, 1870;
Consider the timeline between the Jim Crow laws
And their practice customs between 1870 and the 1960s.
While you are at it, mathematically, consider the time period
Between Juneteenth 1865 and the Voting Civil Right Acts, 1964;
Also, the time period between 1865 and The Civil Rights Act,1965:-
Finally, in celebration awareness, Juneteenth, 2025 consider
How long we’ve been back and forth in the ongoing fight
Against the Oppressor Syndrome,that continues to delay
The total emancipation of generations of African Americans,
Since Juneteenth, 1965 to today, Juneteenth, 2025: Consider:-
Ok, so much with respect to the title perspective of this poetic pen:
Go celebrate the Ancestors, fueling self with ongoing determination:-
Forest Sun
Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us
We got our severance pay then thanked them
Like they thanked us the day they made us sign
We belonged to them then we were slaves
Made to work in the forest cutting down trees
Or in lead mines manually extracting the ore
Many died for it was lethal work out in the sticks
The dead were replaced by new forced workers
One in one out from the endless supply of bodies
As bodies many left unless they had longevity
Being able to endure and do that for decades
Till they were purloined off with severance pay
The end of a hard unique journey taken by them
How many made it to the end point do they know?
There were more dead than alive in the death factory
Of course they knew it was all documented
They lived and died by numbers for it was a system
Made by humans turning them all into slaves
In dusty files in archives their names will be recorded
The moment they became numbers in the system
Just as I was taken off our family farm by soldiers
Only a little older than myself and put into service
I never saw my parents or sister ever again
Some were made into soldiers other workers
Who decided this somebody who was near and far
I was forced to mine lead but I wasn’t so strong
They put me in the forests cutting down trees
I was there most of my time with them working
It was just like the farm and I secretly loved it
I even met my forest wife and we had three kids
They were schooled into the system by them
And eventually became wood cutters too
So my lot wasn’t too bad for me was it?
I was secretly paid off when I was too old to cut
I still lived in my small wooden hut within their land
They owned all the forest and steppes all of it
I didn’t want to escape for this was my home
Even if it was my prison all this time
I had no bars or barbed wire or faced guns or dogs
Thousands of miles of nothing surrounded us
If a man escaped where would he go the Moon?
I was the lucky one and gave my wife my final pay
Then I finally sat down to watch the trees and sun
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Dragon and The Sheriff of CrazyLand were in Competition. Yes, again!
You’d think, they would some how learn; it’s always better to be friends.
But not these two! UH Huh! No Way! For a statue was found, to be in play.
You see, an anonymous donor, commissioned a statue for our Park, today.
The final subject, to be determined, by vote of the citizens of Mayhem Falls.
Able to draw tourists from all around, but still worthy of our Hollowed Halls.
They wanted a Landmark, a trademark, a Pulitzer Prize, quality kind of stuff.
It should imbue, the true character, of our dear little Mayhem Falls, not fluff.
All this based on pictures entered, by photographers, to win a big money prize.
Need I remind you, those who go against Dragon, are never really, very wise.
Good deed photos were so very boring so the citizens, decided to help it along.
Two brave souls started arguing whether, in it, did the Sheriff or Dragon belong.
Naturally the Sheriff and Dragon ran over to stop the fight in a most perfect way.
As the Sheriff arrived one of the men, suddenly fell down on the ground, to lay.
The sheriff immediately bent over to help the man get up and stand. Amen!
Dragon, who saw it happen, also came a running, from quite a distance, then….
As he got close the other man tripped Dragon. Oh My! What a Day it had been!
Surprised Dragon let out a sizable flame with his also sizeable roar. Such a din!
Flame hit the Sheriff, in his derriere, thank goodness for his fireproof underwear.
Mind you, it’s not like this has never happened, indeed, it’s often with this pair!
Not surprisingly, the photographer readily documented the moment, so sublime!
Yep! This was the winning photo, which became the trademark in record time.
Also, it became the statue to represent, our great little town, of Mayhem Falls.
Needless to say: Everyone was happy, and it was… A Great News Day after all!
Well, for all except Dragon and the Sheriff of Crazyland who grumbled at…
How they should be represented in a much more classier pose than that…
Written 7-17-2016 Happy Birthday Hubby!
Billy the Kid had a brother whose name was Joe
and after the Kid's death he let everyone know
that he would kill Pat Garrett unmercifully on sight
for killing his brother on that mournful night.
Joe and a friend were drinking in a saloon
when Pat Garrett unexpectedly entered the room.
Garrett then approached Joe and said this to him,
"Have a drink with me and I'll explain what really happened."
Joe then excused himself from his friend
and joined Garrett at a table on the bar's other end.
Both spoke briefly, shook hands and parted ways.
Joe's friend then asked him, "What did he say?"
Joe looked at him and said to his friend,
"Like he said, he explained to me what really happened."
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The above is all true according to documented history.
The following however is my own fantasy.
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Both of their eyes locked hard on one another.
Garrett then spoke with this grieving, vengeful brother.
"Before I reveal anything to you
I need your word that this stays between me and you.
If word of this gets out your brother is as good as dead."
Joe paused for a moment and then he said,
"You killed my brother," he said fighting not to cry.
"No I didn't," responded Garrett, "He's still alive.
I killed the wrong man and claimed it was him.
Your brother is on the run, but he's still living.
All the residents of Fort Sumner are in compliance with me.
They have all sworn themselves to secrecy
and have signed affidavits certifying that the body
buried at Fort Sumner is your brother. He's deceased officially.
This is your brother's last opportunity
to go underground and live his life more meaningfully.
However, before he left he gave to me
this letter for his brother Joe to read."
Garrett handed Joe the letter, shook his hand and left.
Joe opened the letter and this is what it read.
"My Dear Brother Joe, I am still alive.
Don't believe everything those newspapers write and contrive.
It's so very difficult for me to let you all go
but I'm starting my life anew in Old Mexico.
Please know that loving thoughts of you
will always be with me.
Forever your brother,
William H Bonney"
Eccentric Emma, third world charity advocator
Posts smiling foreground photos in mud slewn villages
Personifying inconsistency wafts remote mantra
Mind realm torrents when Followers Like - limitless!
Travels to India restore her heart's connection
Finds enhanced spirit to spruke eco awareness
Flying globally promotes environment's protection
Inspiring group loaded Moped selfie shared with us
Music festival painted face participant
Conjured creation poetry flow in cosy yurt
Auto biography depicts flatulent elephant
Busy vision mushrooms make logic inert
Occasionally posted toddler rememberings
Receive role call of awe drawn replies
Blond curled spark eyed munchkin grin
Retained young outlook, fart poem supplies
Updated page sells self painted guitar
claimed to have been owned by AC/DC
Imported stock sees profit from spirulina
Entrepreneurial shift from childhood ADHD
Nomadic yoga posing 80's born alternate
Emma, changed her surname to Everfree
Her permaculture preach has holes in it
New living quarters each month or three
Sporadic travels to soul's partner, Hawaii
Engaged by quest to marry herself
Masculine inner attributes enlightening
Complexity must be hers uniquely dealt
Keen Facebook fan of spontaneous dance
Rolling to Random Rab, office chair expressive
Arm fling brings shattering of glass desk lamp
Naming failure destiny, stalled artist replenished
Close to home exploits in essays documented
Park brake left off vehicle, ensuing downhill chase
Securing it heroically before damage (almost) resulted
Brings multitudinous comments of (unearned) praise
Originated: 14th June 2020
Subject' s actual legally changed name
rhymes with 'Emma'
Satire Saturday passed without posting,
so I went with Rip the Crap out of Someone Sunday!!
Parody speaks its flattery
Curiousity reeks of jealousy