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Black Days Of History
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(10/25/12)
The black days of history that many do not know
And many refuse to accept of how the black man
Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet.
They were brought here as slaves because the
Color of their skin!
But their minds was never searched to see
What lied within.
Every ethnic group that came to the states
Had many a hardship that they had to face.
Every race that came was given a derogatory name
Which they had to accept and had felt the shame.
But they all contributed to this great nation of ours
Which is now known as the greatest power.
These are just a few facts of what the blacks
Had given to this nation, and many of these
Became part of our salvation.
FACTS :) 1) john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897
2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed
The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895
3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive
A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process.
He used the money earned from his patent to purchase
Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes.
4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave
Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care
Products, and allowed her to open a factory and school to
Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient
And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history.
There is still something that burns in my heart
And when I think of it, it tears me apart
Of all the people in this great nation
That has been put to the ground
There lies one race that still lives
Way below the poverty line and
The government says they're doing fine.
The "AMERICAN INDIAN" who had
Almost all treaties broken, and of this the
The government hasn't spoken.
Many families of five or more
Living in a shack without a door
Just a blanket to stop the wind
To me, this is a crying sin.
The Indian charities have to buy
fifty-five-gallon drums for water
And many of them are on "back order".
I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks
But on the Indian nations - I can't turn my back.
We have to help one another, for we're all
Sister and brother.
GOD BLESS US ALL
© L. RAM
(10/25/12)
The black days of history that many do not know
And many refuse to accept - of how the black man
Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet.
They was brought here as slaves because the
Color of their skin !
But their minds was never searched to see
What lied within.
Every ethnic group that came to the states
Had many a hardship that they had to face.
Every race that came was given a derogatory name
Which they had to accept and had felt the shame.
But they all contributed to this great nation of ours
Which is now known as the greatest power.
These are just a few facts of what the blacks
Had given to this nation, and many of these
Became part of our salvation.
FACTS: )1) john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897
2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed
The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895
3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive
A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process.
He used the money earned from his patent to purchase
Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes.
4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave
Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care
Products , and allowed her to open a factory and school to
Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient
And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history.
There is still something that burns in my heart
And when I think of it -it tears me apart
Of all the people in this great nation
That have been put to the ground
There lies one race that still lives
Way below the poverty line and
The government says there doing fine.
The “AMERICAN INDIAN” who had
Most all treaties broken and of this the
Government hasn’t spoken.
Many families of five and more
Living in a shack without a door
Just a blanket to stop the wind
To me this is a crying sin.
The Indian charities having to buy
fifty five gallon drums for water
And many of them on “back order”.
I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks
But on the Indian nations - I can’t turn my back.
We have to help one another, for we’re all
Sister and brother.
GOD BLESS US ALL
© L . RAMS
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EKO @50
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOSS
DATE OF THOUGHT:2015
A damsel was born decades ago
Her name is EKO
Eko Ile Ogbon
She is the most sought after amongst other
The eyes of the Southwest states
The favourite of her mother Country Nigeria
The choice of all
Her northern and eastern arms is shared by the Gateway state (Ogun State)
Adun ba'rin ma to'si
Her western arms is shared with Republic of Benin
Even her Southern arms lies the Atlantic Ocean
Thanks to the ancient settlers of Eko the CENTER OF EXCELLENCE
The Aworis I salute thee "Kitigbe o" ? "O gbe ire"
Beckone on them for varieties of sea fishes; Obokun, Epiya............
Eko Akete
The home to deities of fortune and wealth
Eko Ile Aje
The first ever style can be found within her walls
Won kere si nonba Eko
Eko is ever radiant as the sun and the star
Her fortunes makes her markets rival to none;
Do you need food spices? Danfo knows the route to Oyingbo
Ladipo market is home to all automobile parts you ever think of
Your electronics solution lies in Alaba market
Attires of many colours that makes Eko the home of fashion is there in Balogun market
No wonder the mamooth population of different tribes
Igbo kwenu, your inmense investment cannot be ignored
Yaya dei,
Ara o le bi? Ase jere o
Eko a home to a number of warring ethnic group
To whom much is taken
Much is to be given
Now is the right time to celebrate her (Eko)
Let all her suitor gather round
Her celebration is on
Eko is just 50years, but her riches makes one think she's older than metuselat
If you have not been to Eko,it is certain you dont know Eyo
Her fortune spirit beckones on all
Eko is a friend of all, foe to none
Eko gbole o gbo'le
Eko embodies the economic future of Africa
"Eko o ni baje o" O baje ti"
I won't drop my pen, so I can write many more without saying Kabiosi o Oba Rilwan Akiolu 1. Also more grease to your elbow, your excellency Governor Akinwunmi Ambode.
Gbogbo Eko aku odun aku iyedun ooo
God Bless Lagos State. God bless Nigeria . God bless Africa.
Once upon a time there were two families,
In which the husbands were confronted with choices,
The consequences of which could be condemning their wives
To a lifetime of pill popping and labelling,
Although neither were told that in such stark terms.
Both wives freaked out with one of their babies,
Both husbands were asked if they wanted their wives to be hospitalised,
One said yes and one said no.
One wife is now a permanently depressed and not fit for much,
At home mostly by herself,
Relying on copious supplies of pills,
And visits from the other wife who is from the same ethnic group.
And she never stops ringing the wife not on pills all hours of the day.
Her husband has never come out of denial and ovoids his responsibility,
Their daughter now in her twenties had barely coped throughout,
And may or may not escape her Mothers fate.
For a start the Mother not on pills was paid by Barnardoes,
To help and support the child and Mother,
But that was only temporary,
And pretty soon the family was unsupported and the pill popping increased.
Now the other Husband made a different decision,
The family had three children,
All got a high education and have jobs or about to.
Admittedly the husbands were of a different nature,
The one who said no was an early childcare teacher,
Who could take up the slack,
Including taking two of the children to work with him for a year,
During the rough times.
I don't regret my decision,
Even though our marriage is far from perfect,
Especially as we see the consequences of a a different decision most weeks.
My wife is now studying
And has friends and not alone to overthink and reach for her pills.
But I do find it hard not to be angry with the other husband and his decision.
We used to be friends but now he is too proud to even talk to me,
You just can't help some people.
But never mind we can can spend $50 million on a children's playground,
Hundreds more on sports stadiums that most will never enter.
And next to nothing on reducing pill popping as a solution to all our problems.
The nasty words you spoke in private toward a specific group of people rightfully were made
public and revealed what you truly harbor in your heart.
I'm a proud and intelligent member of the ethnic group your nasty words attempted to debase.
Look in your mirror and ask, when, where, and how did my bigotry make its unfortunate ugly start?
More importantly, have you ever asked yourself why you disrespect certain ethnic groups for no proven
reason, and adore other groups simply because of the color of skin?
Your nasty words vividly reflect a soul that's empty, a mind engrossed in ignorance, and a vision
myopic at best. What a pitiful state of existence you live in.
It's actually sad that in your mind, you truly believe your nasty words are justified, giving you a false sense
of extreme power over the subservient "them."
What your nasty words have truly done is dull the magnificent glow in your heart you were born
with, and displace it to a state of existence, way too far south of being dime.
Your nasty-words-state-of-mind is crippling you mentally and physically in ways you're not even
astute enough to be aware of. Ignorance will not allow you to.
Without heartfelt change, you'll never experience the wonderful embracing of all worthy
humankind. Tolerance and understanding for others not like you, are attributes foreign to you.
So, continue along your path of misguided tunnel vision. You should openly and with vigor recruit others that
think exactly as you do. What a despicable union of bigots you will all make.
Then, for the betterment of humankind, unlike Noah and the Ark, your vile group should congregate in distasteful
harmony, then immediately take a non-returnable ship to distant outer space.
Al Johnson, aka Alfredo Leon
I’m from the piano in my living room,
from the music and melody.
I’m from the old, shabby couches,
(Placed proportionally,
opposite side from the TV)
I’m from the mirror,
the clear reflection
whose face I remember
staring at in the morning.
I’m from the mud under the cemented ground in the yard,
(Brown, lumpy
filled with the elements of Earth)
I am from the fruits grown in my garden,
delicious when freshly picked.
I’m from the swing set,
run-down and tattered,
yet bringing back sweet
and wistful memories of the past.
I’m from the neighborhood mailbox,
beaten down and ragged.
I’m from the local Starbucks,
freshly brewed coffee.
From the dental clinic my father
worked hard to build.
I’m from my Uncle Benajir’s love,
an unconditional and spoiling love.
I’m from Aunt Helena’s
big mouthed personality,
causing trouble and anger amongst many.
I’m from the love and support from my cousins,
Rahat and Tasfia,
whose love has affected me greatly
throughout my life.
I’m from the judgmentals
and the backdated,
from the close minded and ignorant.
I’m from the Islam is the one true religion
and a Quran I have learned to read
throughout my childhood.
I’m from the Dates eaten
during Ramadan.
I’m from the fuchkas
brought from Artesia,
the Indian market of California.
I’m from the biryanis,
the cultural grain
of my ethnic group,
made especially for get-togethers.
In my closet are family albums,
filled with old pictures,
an array of familiar and unfamiliar faces
bringing about stories from the past.
I am from those memories --
stories about my long distant cousins
to my maternal grandparents --
I am from those memories.
We've been exposed to too much discrimination
Simply because we are Black
Our African heritage appears to be
Like a target on our backs
Some cops believe that over us
They had the power of death and life
But we as a people we put our faith and trust
In our Lord Jesus the Christ
Brutality and hatred towards black people
Is again on the rise
What has caused this to happen?
No need to wonder why
We've been through more, have endured more
Than any other ethnic group in history
But as children of the Most High God
We keep rising above the misery
For the Lord is on our side
That we truly believe
As we've somehow always gotten over
And the victory we have received
We faced down Congress
And got our civil rights
We stood up to the Supreme Court
Until they saw the light
We survived Jim Crow laws, black codes
And the lynchings
We weathered the cross burnings and massacres
Never failing nor flinching
The Lord was on our through during the Middle Passage
Across that great blue sea
The Lord was on our side
Through over 400 years of slavery
But as a people we need to realize
And come to comprehend
That we have economic power
Which can best serve us in the end
We need to stop spending
Just because we can
And start saving
To purchase property and land
The Lord is on our side
As we survived and been saved
God's gotten us through some stuff
That would've put others in their graves
Yet we don't look like all that we've been through
For we've been delivered, revived and renewed
The Lord has been on our side
Since day one
For He loved us so much
He sent His only begotten Son
THE LORD IS ON OUR SIDE
For too long we have been twirled about by mind
and we see now that we're still at the start line,
since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind,
mirroring desire that let's us not align
with the pulse of innocence, joyful and kind,
being whispers of love that for love does pine.
In bondage to form and conditioned belief,
we're stirred by cry of soul, begging for relief.
Our body is merely dust, yet we are proud
of our ethnic group or method of worship;
religious intolerance, ignorance shroud,
employing rigid views, shooting from the hip,
doing more harm than good, cacophony loud,
denying all souls are forged from the same chip,
labelling God and fighting wars in His name;
dwelling in lower mind, which is a big shame.
Liking not what we see, yearning to be free,
as a rebel, a nerd, we renounce the herd,
simply choosing with throb of love to agree,
whereupon bliss within our pure heart is stirred,
and we’re then no longer tied to a mind tree,
for with whispers of conscience, soul has concurred.
Recognising the same sun shines upon all,
vaporised self is engulfed by a bliss squall.
Beyond belief, that's merely rooted in thought,
we imbibe God's love and light, which we cognise,
transcending fears and desires ego begot,
living in the now, ceasing to weigh and size,
reducing thereby feral cravings to naught,
beholding in wonder, bliss pulsations rise.
In time dissolved stillness, choosing to be still,
by God's bountiful grace, we heal and voids fill.
09-December-2022
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What I believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our surrounding
Equality has become but a faint memory buried with a man Africa once so greatly looked up to
Labels still floating around, separation amongst people. All subject to the race or ethnic group they belong to
Don’t you think there was a little furry passed with a law?
Just a little vengeance kneaded in, tables turned, no longer holding the short end of the straw?
So arose the system with a pretty name “Affirmative action”.
5-1 the number of bullets in the gun gradually making a subtraction
Acquiring our positions based on our skin colour instead of based upon or level of education
Supressing the “Suppressors” with lethal repercussions and lack of evaluation
So carry on placing the one colour above the other, turning us against each other until the streets run red with anarchy
Then hypocritically teach your kids about equality, living one foot in and one foot out of controversy.
One would think we as a nation would learn from a neighbouring sunken country. Stay united and grow far beyond expectation
One can only hope for these lines to be erased, for skin colour, gender and religion factors to be cancelled out and do away with exaggeration
The world is the way it is and shall remain as such, the universe will be the way it should be keeping the balance as top priority
So even if I cannot change the world. With my words I keep spreading the love! One of the minority.
How did it get this bad!
Siblings quarreling and squabbling over inheritance
Bickering over who is better and more successful;
Killing each other
How did it get this bad!
Senior citizens treated with disdain, loathe and contempt
By younger folks
Empathy and sense of affection gone with the advent of civility
How did it get this bad!
Motorists would rather run over pedestrians
Than waste a minute in traffic
Hit and run drivers a plenty
How did it get this bad!
Widows ostracized, castigated, chastised,
Ripped off, molested and left high and dry
In-laws wanting a taste of the honey pie
How did it get this bad!
Young girls abort with reckless abandon
Ridding themselves of unwanted products
Of promiscuous expedition
Licentiousness on the prowl
How did it get this bad!
Electorates intimidated and coerced
Their votes bought for stipends and
Their futures jeopardized
Anarchy overruling good sense of judgment
How did it get this bad!
Political leaders spending more on guns
Than on food and citizen’s welfare
Taking lives; making orphans, multiplying widows
Altering the magnificent course of creation and
Ascribing it to‘unpreventable collateral damage’
How did it get this bad!
We annihilate migrants and call it xenophobia
We murder people of one ethnic group and call it cleansing
We set ablaze worship centres and call their ‘gods’ false
We kill members of other religions and call them infidels
HOW DID IT GET THIS BAD!