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Premium Member Am I the Oppressor

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)
Form: Ballad


The Core of Absolute

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.

Premium Member Just One Stone

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
Form: Prose

Premium Member A Wounded Star

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
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Edgar's Final Poetic Stanza

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Mystery of Humpty Dumpty

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

Breach of Confidentiality Induces Asphyxiation Part Uno

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.
Form: Rhyme

The Lady Doesn'T Dance

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
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Ice Age Cometh Moot Point 1st Glacier

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.

Premium Member Let Me Be

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

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