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The gunman secures by his concealed identity
shrouded in mystery, shadows lurking out of sight
kills, by order, greed, and convenience.
With blood-stained conscious
Our land Sliding into anarchy, becoming a boiling cauldron
But where is the unknown gunman from?
Every time he showed up spending noisy hours,
he left unscathed perhaps the cries of the victims
couldn’t rouse the night watch men from their slumber,
honestly, they must have been tired.
After all our leaders only condemn such act
and as good citizens we weren’t expecting more.
Our leaders tiptoe and mewed
oh, the fear is potent. it’s a cold war but who’s after us?
Here, crimes can be control except that of the unknown gunmen
Amid the deep smoke from his firearm
Many lives brought to their unexpected end,
Maybe these gunmen are not truly unknown.
Since the impart of the state are rarely felt
the government remain unknown by most citizens
probably they’re all unknown,
the decimation of the night watch men is a flight into anarchy,
once violence is allowed to sit,
it cannot be ordered to leave.
while officials rehash old press releases
with misguided rhetoric, daily doses of media reports
on activities of the unknown gunmen are relentless.
With many federating units like the polygamous home of an African king,
justice, equity, and fair play should be central place
only then can we raise and dust ourselves to face the future which is now.
Could conditions terribly sad
Lead captives to do something bad
When a sheriff not cool
Won’t let compassion rule
Do lifers in prison go mad?
Did structure that forms Gaza’s pen
Encourage the Hamas gunmen
And with vengeance hot
Will Israel’s king-sized swat
Hurt civilians at risk again?
Do dollars the contractors reap
For the deadly weapons not cheap
Make reprisals cease
Or bring lasting peace
After Gaza ends in a heap?
Author's note: If a civilian dies as a result of a bomb dropped from a plane or one dies after being shot by a deranged soldier, is the outcome any different? While a huge opportunity exists for talking right now, will politicians just scramble to satisfy constituent anger? During an interview, the Israeli father of a kidnapped daughter pleaded for dialogue rather than more violence. Is empathy for this father and daughter possible?
Ghetto love
All we need is love
All we need to share is peace
All we live for is for happiness
We don’t want no killers in our community
Africa youth please be wise
Tell the gun man to go home
Drop all the colours of wars
Burn down the flags of division
There is no gain in wars
Killing each other won’t get us no where
So tell the gunmen to change their ways
Our children needs their fathers alive
Our girls needs their mother healthy and sound
So stop the fires
Safe the bullets of hatred and give love a chance in the ghetto
Ghetto love
There is no dignity
When you slaughter your own brother
There is no gain when you kill your own
We can’t keep fighting for what exactly
One man up another man down
One man alive another man dead
Is this all we can offer to our selves
I ask you ghetto youth
Are we this ignorant to the call of nature
so again tell the gunmen to change their ways
The time for change is now or never
We need a safe world
A world with out fears of dangers
A world were we can call our own
Please be good to one another
I plead to you African ghetto youth
Love yourselves leave the killings
Safe your life’s from the dangers of losing your love ones
We are the solution to our healing
So let love flow from great to small
Let love fellow from parent to their kids
Let love flow from the strong to the weak
Let love flow all over the ghetto streets
Let love flow from the leaders to it citizens
All we need is love
oh ghetto youth
there is no other way
This is a call of peace
Before the birth of fatherless children
Life was good, the land was peaceful
To the field we went happily
Children knew and played with fathers
Peace died because war was awful
To unlivable areas women fled unhappily
Fathers taken as war hostages
Evils of sickness, hunger and thirst we endured
In our hideouts, the worst of evils was war rape
Unknown gunmen made us impregnated
Fatherless children we delivered
Children of mothers they are
Community hates this for man decides
On him, mother and child depend
Wordless the mother is, and so the child becomes
Unhappily and unfreely the child grows
He cannot play with his unknown dad
So shame builds on him, as no father he has
We never decided to bear a child in impurity
Who will never be at harmony
And whose life and education are risky
For he is fatherless and family ignominy
Ultimately, mother and child need basic rights
For they both are victims of their innocence
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
COPING HEALING SURVIVING MENTAL ILLNESS IN AMERICA IT DIDN'T START OFF THIS WAY GOD KNOWS I DIDN'T ASK FOR I WAS SUFFERING IN SILENCE MASKING DEPRESSIVE DISORDER MASKING PTSD TRIGGERS ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS I WAS SO ASHAMED OF MY DIAGNOSIS SO I SUFFERED BEHING MAROON DRAPES WRITING POETRY KEEPING A JOURNAL BROKEN I WAS BLESSED TO HAVE A NETWORK OF SUPPORT BUT NOTHING COULD QUIET THE HEARTBEATS I CAN STILL HEAR MY FETUS HEARTBEAT WHILE WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS WHO NEEDED ME DEAD ON YES CLAERLY I WAS DEAD THEN FROM 1984 THROUGH 1995 WIRES INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD I BELLY WOULD TREMBLE I CAN STILL FEEL HER HANDS INSTALLING THE WIRES THEY WERE COLD DISTANCE I LOOKED IN HER EYES AND I ASKED HER WERE THEY COULD TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY HEART BEAT ANDBTHE FETUS IN THERAPY I SUFFERED FULL BLOWN PANIC ATTACK I COULDN'T BREATHE WHY DOES THIS MATTER WE SURVIVED AN YET I'M STUCK HERE FOREVER WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS THIS I CLOSE MY EYES HEARTBEATSNI SING IN CHURCH HEARTBEATS TAKE A HOT BATH HEARTBEATS FINALLY SEDATION RESTING I AWAKEN TO HEARTBEATS SO LOUD LIKE SIRENS BLARING GUILT BEING CATHOLIC I CARRY THIS GUILT I ALLOWED THE FBI TO VIOLATE MY FETUS DOES THAT MAKE SENSE I CAN NEVER EVER BE WHOLE AGAIN FILLED WITH SO MUCH MEDICATION DECADES OF MEDICATION FOR MY LIFE WOUKD SURELY END WITHOUT IT AN YET I FEEL LIKE ENDING MY LIFE STOPPING THE HEARTBEATS I ADORE MY PSCHIATRIST MY THERAPIST THEY TELL ME I'M BRAVE HOW I'M NOT BRAVE I'M BROKEN I THINK OF THE FETUS INSIDE MY WOMB EVERY TIME THE DEVICE WAS TURNED ON THE FETUS WOULD ROLL UP INTO A BALL I FELT CONTRATIONS LIKE THE FETUS WAS TRYING TO EXPELL ITSELF I HAD TO KEEP GOING FINISH THE JOB FOUR OF MY OTHER KIDS SEATED WITH THE FBI SUPERVISOR SINGING MY GIRL I TRULY BELIEVED I WAS MAKING A DIFFERENCE I NEVER DREAMED I'D BE INTIMIDATED I NEVER DREAMED JAMAICAN DEALERS WOUKD ARRIVE TO END MY LIFE PARKED IN FRONT OF MY TOWNHOME BY GOD'S GRACE GUNMEN EMERGED SAVING MY LIFE I SHOOK LIKE A LEAF MY HEART POUNDING PANIC DISORDER
Today I embrace my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi buying weapons and drugs from corrupt junk sick officers working for gang leader as hitmen and security guards selling drugs to pregnant mothers today I'm reminded of going into hostage situations face to face with gunmen right across from three school forced to look through an assault rifle pointed at special agent Paula brand head panic fear I swallowed today I'm reminded Neal middle school Novak king elementary and North Chicago high school letting out the first day of school my four kids were ride along seated with the fbi supervisor special agent Leroy Heimbach I never trusted leaving them in school while i went into hostage situations keeping them safe I would hear them singing my girl with special agent Leroy Heimbach oddly from the corrupt officers walkie talkies actually alerted the gang leaders murderers that an fbi informant was inside corrupt officers were selling trading weapons providing the gang leaders with riot gear to stand off with fbi agents apparently the fbi alerted the department they were doing investigations unaware of the severity of the corruption willing to harm innocent lives by putting weapons in the wrong hands with my pregnant body inside with my four children singing my girl looking through an assault rifle three major crowded schools parents teachers crossing guards my heart racing as the killer demanding I tell him who special agent Paula brand was my heart pounding louder his eyes locked with mine he knew I knew her quickly I said she's not fbi she's my daughters teacher my eyes said please don't shoot today is just school conference day he didn't hesitate to place a 44 magnum in my mouth I still taste the blood in the corner of my mouth where the chrome cut my lip today I'm reminded how many lives were saved my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi buying weapons and drugs prevented large amounts of weapons from being in the wrong hands the key to ending gun violence making sures guns are not in the wrong hands today my prayers are with the many victims of gun violence school shooting including the 15 year old shooter my prayers are with the American family may we all embrace healing comfort and peace this advent season
??????GASTON GLOCK THE GUNSMITH GOES HOME??????
Gaston Glock, the genius gunsmith,
The gun guy behind mysterious myth
And the groundbreaking Glock handgun,
Produced the glock gun but now gone.4
What a grand grandeur idea granulated.
Gaston Glock's genius granted
Global gunmen gleaming & grinning.
Gaston Glock's gone yet gun's glocking.8
Glock's groundbreaking forever glocks,
Gifting us a great gift worth a million bucks.
He deftly designed the dependable gun,
As the dawn of gunning & ghostlighting begun.
But Glock's groundbreaking handgun
Became an instrument in the wrong hands.
Killers, dealers, smugglers & gun gangs
Gaining guts to gun down with the glocks.¹6
Gaston Glock's Guns, granting guardians
Great gallantry, and turning them into villians.
Gang guardians guard against grim gangs.
Conversely, Glock's guns generate grief,
Granting gunmen gruesome glory relief.²¹
But Glock's genius glocks gave mankind defence
Against godforsaken gunmen & misdemeanours.
Gaston Glock's great gift gave guts
To pull the trigger when danger flickers,²5
Glock's gun became reliable defence, fair enough.
Gaston Glock gave a great gun gift that's tough.
At age 94, he passed away blazing glocks,
Leaving a legacy that'll last farther than all the nooks.²?
In memory of Gaston Glock, the founder and producer of the glock handgun.
Rest In Peace ?????????
??????Vick Manuel Poetry??????
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FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 28th December 2023.
So shocking was that news from France,
we stared at TVs in a trance;
no way to understand.
Those young and old without a chance
were taken down in wide expanse.
Such horror had been planned.
Who could have then foreseen the fate
upon them cast by those who hate?
Just gathered there for fun,
not knowing that their deaths await
while music played and people ate,
their lives were over, done.
Who could have thought ahead that they -
that enemy that wants its way
to change our form of life,
would sacrifice their own to say
that their belief we must obey?
Misguided thoughts run rife.
That Paris scene that fretful night
prepares us now to face the fight.
Define this threat once more
that could erupt within our sight.
Entire world must join the fight
to face this crusade war.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Rime Couee - Tail-Rhymed Verse - For France
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 01/03/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Best Sad Poem EVER
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 08/29/2016
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Rime Couee
I went with this pattern for Rime Couee as shown on "The Poet's Garret" website
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"The November 2015 Paris attacks (sometimes referred to as 11/13) were a series of coordinated terrorist attacks that occurred on Friday 13 November 2015 in Paris, France, and the city's northern suburb, Saint-Denis. Beginning at 21:16 CET, three suicide bombers struck outside the Stade de France in Saint-Denis, during a football match. This was followed by several mass shootings, and a suicide bombing, at cafés and restaurants. Gunmen carried out another mass shooting and took hostages at a concert in the Bataclan theatre, leading to a stand-off with police. The attackers were shot or blew themselves up when police raided the theatre.
The attackers killed 130 people, including 89 at the Bataclan theatre. Another 368 people were injured, 80–99 seriously. Seven of the attackers also died, while the authorities continued to search for accomplices. The attacks were the deadliest on France since World War II." Wikipedia
The story has been told of how those brave souls wander in the desert drinking urine for water and having dust for their supper while journeying to America and somewhere in the East violence erupts in the street, and bullets grazing in the sky hitting strong men in their face and spilling blood all over the place.
They scattered in many directions when the gunmen came along, their shoes fell off their feet and the gunmen hunt them like savage beast in the bushes. Some hid in trees with thistles and thorn pricking their feet, others crawl on their belly and hid under leaves in the gutters. They stifle every cough and sneeze and allow their breathing to evaporate with the breeze.
Bullets explodes in the air hitting those in range and splitting couples apart, you could hear the screams and shouts and hungry bear walking about liking up the blood form the ground. The painful image came alive as I watch the planes maneuvering in the sky.
The story has been told of two lovers that have never met, their hearts tangle with each other and a peculiar love that bond them together. They are like old soul that met decades ago in a concert hall packed with music lovers and memories line on stage rocking to the rhythm of the violin and the flute.
I can see the image right in front me and two lovers standing next to each other with a special smile that resonates from the heart. Two different races bind together as one yearning for each other and sacrifice made for one another. It is the same blood that runs in the vein, it is the same blood that drives the multitude insane; it is a passion that they would keep and kind of obsession that bind them so deep.
"You have got my heart" and I will keep the memory of that bosom love that came together in the middle of the desert when everyone has deserted her, he came just in time and fell into her arms, “You have got my heart,” he said, “I will not leave you in the lion’s den, I will take you with me and we will be one happy family”
It is a smile that you could not deny and the passion that was wrapped up inside unfold when they met each other for the first time and he said once more “You have got my heart” and they embraced.
Imprisoned and The Want For Freedom
We Retreat and try so hard to be discreet
Denied Intelligence, we're considered inadequate
and mistreated with violence
The King of our country promises he will bring peace
Our School is taken away, we face much ridicule
With Strength we hope and pray for extra length to our life
Precious Princess in her ivory tower and ours aimless
Priced Gem all so shines, but we are condemned
Our Blessed souls, are torn from our bodies and branded
We Light and direct towards relieving others this plight
2/6/2015
Schoolgirl Malala Yousafzai was shot in the head by Taliban gunmen - her "crime", to have spoken up for the right of girls to be educated. The world reacted in horror, but after weeks in intensive care Malala survived.