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Am I the oppressor
As I returned to the place of my bondage;
As I ignored the faith of the fate in my homage;
Am I the Oppressor;
I considered all oppressions;
That is under the sun;
As I cast my reflection have my own;
Thoughts and ideas;
Is this for real...
Am I the Oppressor;
and one constrains better;
did you open the letter;
it says....
I am yes Am I
yes I am, I am the Oppressor;
Who knows the spirit of man that goes up;
As a slave set free;
Long eternal life in liberty I long...
Am I the Oppressor;
I have not any comforter;
I'm on the side of the oppressors;
Guilt ridden mammal whose done wrong;
Stop the pressure, bless me now I'm no longer the oppressor
Am I the oppressor, No, now I am
The Intercessor
Written by James E. Lee Sr.
June 12 2007(c)
I want him to go.
Psychotic menace on the run.
Ranting, raving, haunting me at every turn.
Frantic, flaming, I can only let him burn.
Mind splitting anger, I am one,
With what, I don't know.
I feed on a grudge
The Lord is my true enemy
Because my guilt ridden soul He won't allow
To be housed in this body. He'd disavow
The fear of love's true reverie:
Ego, the poor judge.
It's not as if I didn't try, it really isn't.
To not want help(love) is to not understand what help(love) really is.
Love is the core,
I am love:
Therefore, I am the core,
and you with me.
We did not decide this.
We cannot change this.
This is absolute.
This is freedom.
Is there any innocent and sin-free people out there? If there is one, please spread the news and tell me where.
The world has produced only one such person since creation. He was tried and condemned in the halls of injustice and crucified.
He once challenged a group of men to demonstrate their innocence. The innocent man said to them, "He who is without sin, cast the first stone". That guilt ridden crowd of self-righteous hypocrites did not pick up one stone.
11032017 PS Contest, Two Word Challenge, John Lawless
A wounded star
f e l l
to Earth on the night he left.
It grew too heavy with wishes made by my heart being bereft.
A twinkling star shattered into pieces of a million bits or more
when my deluge of requests weakened its fiery core.
Wishing upon heavenly bodies is what we dreamers do.
I hope this one forgave me when it bid the night adieu.
How painful it must have been to fade as a shining star,
plunging to its death from the weight of my scars.
Glistening light darkened when its points were b r o k e n,
chiseled away by caustic words, bitterly spoken.
Would if I could, gather all the little pieces in my hand
and mold them into a new star upon love's command.
Until I find a way, in fragments the shards will remain,
a Heavenly body now fallen because of love's disdain.
Once emblazoned as fire, it was a diamond drifting across the sky.
I will be forever guilt-ridden with sorrow, knowing I caused it to die.
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September 21, 2016
All The Little Pieces Contest sponsored by Broken Wings
Once there was an average Joe
You may know
Named Poe
Having a soul stirring heart
To start
He did his society part
Right up until riding in the Poe edict funeral cart
Telling tales
Artistic, entertaining, informative daily mail
Appearing in the newspaper without fail
Ghostly guilt-ridden windy gales
Published to scare
Those blowing hot air
Some may state
This historical great
Enjoyed a night where drinking
Clouded his mind no longer clearly thinking
Sun scribe was found dead
Reason reported spirits played with the writer's head
Known for poetic verse
Setting plots befitting the hearse
Finding words to describe deathly birds
You see Ravens love to steal
It was their deal
Probably to have a meal
That seemed real
Reflecting on Boston Baltimore life
Sharp as a vengeful knife
While the 19th Century journalist searched for the truth
Someone hit the corrupted roof
An enemy or foe
Wanting him to go
Ending his interpretive show
Today haunting is the creative character’s game
Academics stoking Edgar’s fine name
Respectfully no shame
Using a theatrical stage
Reading from the author’s page
Unleashing gothic images from the disturbed cage
Hoping the message is understood
Translation needed, grammar not so good
Now in the modern era called fake news
Pointing fingers at the accused
Ponder when in the Sunday column pews
Do you really want to be a part of a bloody story?
Only to end up on talk shows Geraldo or Maury
Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the authorities
Admitting to his gruesome crime
Jack Frost confessed it was he
who assassinated Sir Humpty Dumpty
By the great wall of China
in broad daylight in front of hundreds
of witnesses who never came forward to testify
The coverup seemed it would never be solved
The assassin has been apprehended
The long-term mystery has been solved
Though the motive remains sketchy at this time
It is rumored that there was a love triangle
With the international superstar Miss Piggy
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL - RANKED 1ST
Suffocation experienced analogous
to absent echocardiogram
or electroencephalogram blip
(Derek Chauvin - he of
George Floyd infamy) iron maiden grip
linkedin with psyche subjected
to laceration courtesy cruel horse whip
mine inexcusable
(albeit clueless faux pas)
family members living social in Bend, Oregon
and Oakland, California did yip
private information across cyberspace did zip.
Apology (ex post facto)
extended regarding about
mine guilt ridden conscience
programming mental state
think sufferable infinite
jesting Möbius strip
casting dark shadow of doubt
looping along outer limits
of twilight zone
futilely shucking off
emotional tailspin (kamikaze) fallout
impossible mission
unable to muzzle or thwart lout
who poetically blurts out
simian old routine programmed
erroneously heavily incorrectly
peppers entire Hollerith
or IBM punched cards
yielding botched defenseless redoubt,
when Yankee doodles dandy
teapot short and stout
convection currents trigger
whistle Dixie when liquid piping hot
a microcosm concerning plate tectonics
across webbed wide world
yielding necessary oomph
to migrating trout.
Absent awareness
flourished amidst ignorance
sixty plus shades of gray matter
hotly doth smolder and burn
unbeknownst rancor did furiously churn
when yours truly divulged
he made aborted attempt
to couch his genuine
paternal care and concern
lack of discrimination
and judgment I did not
(honest to dog) recognize nor discern.
Understandable blameworthy
grievance against me,
not granted app parent permission
thus culpability I obediently yield
words that sparked hurt
now utilized to wield
heft to communicate authentic love
(cryptically coded)
and hermetically sealed
hopefully in due time
mine discretion well healed.
The lady doesn't dance anymore
I met a woman at an AA meeting, She had, when in the depth of her addiction, to money, slept with men, in one gather Since she came from the upper scale of our society they were not common laborers.
By chance (or not) she met a man who loved her despite her past and they had two lovely children
Lately, she felt she had to tell her husband of her sorry past, to free her soul of the guilty secrets.
I suspected her needs were, but a dream of the old days, Monte Carlo and fancy cigarettes
I told her, since she asked me, that she was chasing
a fantasy that was not real even when she lived it.
I'm no longer a member of AA, not since the guilt-ridden middle class took over, and it was a status point to admit a booze problem.
I met the lady again 15 years later, she is a respected lady who works for the betterment of trees on the avenue
She was glad to see me, but I could read in her sad eyes
what she she wanted to be, was a rip-roaring tart living it up in a nightclub
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
I want to live
today
into my being
I want to love
this hour
into fullness
I want to write
this moment
into eternity
Let me live
let me love
let me write
don't burden me
with responsibilities
with agendas and appointments
with guilt ridden reminders
of what I must do or say today
let me dream it all away
who knows
I might be sleep seduced
death directed
before I attain the apex of aroused awareness
what a crime that would be
if I lost this opportunity
to live
to love
to write
let me be
drenched in destiny
can't you see
desire denounces distractions
from what is meant to be
Let me live
Let me love
Let me write
I need to simply be
the woman inside of me
a lover of life, love, and poetry
Eileen Manassian