Long Harassment Poems
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The women's body does not
Belong to the government.
Once again this, borders,
On personal harassment.
The woman's body is hers,
It's a personal choice.
The abortion issue ignites the
Woman and her voice.
A typical case of men trying
To control women.
It is a personal thing what
Can grow in her abdomen.
Do you really want another?
Suffragette movement?
Are you doing this for?
Your own amusement?
Abortion has no place
On a ballot.
It will end up in
The court of appellate.
If Roe-VS-Wade,
is overturned.
It is bad juju for
All concerned.
Let's not get the women of
America in an uproar.
The government should stick
To the faces of MT. Rushmore.
I am a woman, I beg you,
"Leave this one alone".
This is for women the
Choice each to their own.
Single mom's make-up the
The majority of single parenting.
If you mess with this, Beware
The day of reckoning.
There are many reasons why
A woman would choose abortion.
If we upset this it can throw
Our existence out of proportion.
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My Life is Sin
My life wasn’t a sin, just independent
My life is a sin, because I respect
Traditions, religions, and pasts
European youth and early middle age (mine)
Eastern European, Hungarian
The moral was different
And the morale was different than the present
Then I met with Western liberalism
Now my tradition is the sin (In the West)
Those are the traditions that I respected
Love of God, church, nation, woman
I like women, so I’ll be arrested
This is a kind of Western moral psychology
Watching a woman on a train is sexual harassment
But an almost naked woman on a train is not a problem
(Direct sexual exhibitionism can also be sexual harassment.
If a man watches a woman like this, then he is a sexual criminal.
Oh, where is the truth? I think this is a very good question.)
I am using public transportation in London every day
I don’t watch women there, never. Because of English psychology and law
Oh, my friends! I am vomiting now! I feel dead bad!
I stay away from English women because of English psychology and law. And I respect the English law. I don't watch. Never!
I don't look at women of any ethnicity. And I don't talk to them!
I respect the law!
(Sorry, self-censorship.)
Where is the Beginning?
Where are Eve and Adam??
My sin is my tradition
My sin is my grandparents
My sin is my parents
My sin is the ancient principles
My sin is
Not accepting
Here
The psychology
Whose great idea was it to introduce Death to my nightmares?
Okay, it was mine — and I regretted it almost instantly.
But they seem to be having fun, so who am I to take that away?
They hang out now, mostly alone, but somehow still manage to bother me.
Death’s mail keeps arriving here — piling up — unopened, ignored.
He and Nightmares’ new thing is staying up late,
trying to talk some sense into her.
The music is terrible.
Eventually, they remember they have things to do.
They leave me out of it, but not without the usual harassment.
Sometimes they even ask if I’d like to choose.
I usually pass, just to keep things from looking too obvious.
Then they call me a sicko.
I tell them it’s time to go to work.
Death shoots back in a high-pitched voice,
“Why don’t you go to work?”
The prick knows I’m unemployed.
They finally head out into the night.
For some reason, Death always returns
with blood on his hands.
I never ask why.
I just clean up their mess
and try to focus on the music.
God sometimes drops by on Thursdays.
He and Death get along pretty well.
They go out together at night.
I think He likes it.
It’s like a weekly purge.
For some reason,
He comes back covered in blood too.
I like to annoy Him, so I ask,
“A little bloody for not being Sunday?”
He usually answers
with the date I’m going to die.
I hope He’s making that up.
When He leaves Friday morning,
He always says,
“You never saw me.”
And I tell Him,
“Saw what? I’m an atheist.”
Then the weekend rolls in —
just me, Death,
and my nightmares.
These things offend,
know I, tis true.
In these I've been schooled,
now I tell them to you.
An innocent touch, a wayward look,
a word or threat aimed anothers way.
Is today considered harassment,
and that party has final say.
Were not to needle, mock, or jab,
to razz, or quip, gibe,or jeer.
To scorn, roast or ridicule,
and whatever you do don't leer.
It's best that we not banter words,
deride,intimidate, or taunt.
Should you be one inclined to joke,
these too, you must not flaunt.
We must not rile another,
even though it be in jest.
Sneering too, is not allowed,
so put those thoughts to rest.
Anothers traits never mock,
nor offend with apparel you doff.
Find not within, reason to knock,
while daring not to scoff.
Belittling another isn't right
not take occasion to tease.
But other than these few things
treat others as you please.
In meeting, should I not extend a hand,
and appear to have little to say,
It won't be because I'm snobbish,
but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.
The river Life is nothing but a glib tunnel,
Except for the dazzling water, it is just a disastrous canal.
Except for any untamed misery,
It would only be an adversary.
Except for an acute pied piper,
This river would be an unalike well-giver.
The fragile memories spring up in the corridor,
In which nobody can hope for the undisclosed Advisor.
It is just a storehouse of harassment,
The well-giver is just a warped embodiment.
To bid in the farewell is only a colossal audacity,
To sacrifice your psyche is nothing but a callous mendacity.
The perpetual night is the name of an idiot,
Nothing can last for an everlasting period,
Nobody can live long without their deeds,
In the end, I want to confront my haughty demeanour and its mistreatments.
This river is only a four-digit number,
It does not wait for any illusory diver.
It does not cost more than a voyage,
It is no more than a mirage.
A STAND FOR ALL
Here we are living in this unknown world. Whatever happened to the land of freedom? Discrimination, harassment, policing and outrages crimes, carrying that tune of overshadowed and political lies. We want to reflex on the constitution of the United States we stand for Justice and Peace so just let it be.......
We want an end to ploice killing our young sisters and brothers...Stop the police brutality!
We want to know that our purpose in this life is given to us through GOD's grace..With purpose we have a vision, with purpose we have support, power and many bloessings...
We are here in the need of love for our sisters, brothers and fellow man to create a movement that's so strong it will empower the land... We stand because we want to know that there is going to be decent housing for all getting the homeless off the streets, better jobs and educating our children so they will one day meet their challenges safe...
We are evolving to the point where we will no longer accept or be blame for your mistakes your compelling lies your misuse power and the unfolding of your anger and unjust.
Look around and what do we see drugs, abuse, crime misuse and confuse people watching death rise everyday as if this is the way..Our communities being destroyed bringing the wealth the rich that's running out the poor with no where to go no where to stand falling so far reaching a place of no return trying to create that space to open doors for all we want to make that rainbow shine and shine because we are standing tall for all.
I am sitting in the sun watching destiny on the run
the cars are circling around the bend and you can tell that
the show is coming to an end. The fire has gone out of the people
and reality is just setting in, humility is walking around the town
and shame is dressed in a long gown. The dignitaries are waiting in
the wings to answer the final questions, and make the verdict for everyone to hear. I have been sitting in the rain and sun for one year and eight months, working my heart out for you and hoping that your promise will come through to relocate me to another place. I have endured the batter, and bruises, the insults and the abuses; I have endured the punches and crunches, starvation, and hunger ,your mocking religious prayers and the people chanting death and destruction at the altar. This is not a game and you ought to feel ashamed because you have nothing to gain, and when the day is done your distillery will be empty. Human suffering is real and your sophisticated harassment around me is an attempt to destroy me and lower my dignity. You have made several attempts to kill me but destiny will take you away before you get the chance to hurt me again. I am malnourished and underfed, and I have nowhere to lay my head but my strong will power and in-depth spiritual energy have kept me alive until this very hour. I have absorbed your daily political brawl and I have stood up to dishonest politicians, the don men, the iron man on
the corner, and religious impersonators. I have made peace with the walking dead and the tower that has fallen from his head. The dignitaries are waiting in wings.
I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
T earing at the seams to scratch its way inside
E mpty hollow being with the lonliness that I hide
L istening without seeing, tortured in all of thought
E very single thing is now whatever that it's not
P rogrammed message beamed into the victims head
A nswers no longer seeking, still alive but sort of dead
T orture is the theme, Schizophrenia made by design
H earing so silently, sounds of something that arn't mine
E motions disappear as my feelings have passed away
T urning into the nothing which you see in me today
I ntels frequency wave disease, creating vegetables to remain
C oincidence born in consequence of the ouside in all my pain
bmdavey@10/27/19
Knock, knock who is it,
The bill collector is at the door
He keeps on coming back for more
Knock, knock I can't open the door
He keeps on threatening me even more
Knock, knock I can't take this anymore
The bill collector keeps knocking at the door
Knock, knock go away
Why do you choose to stay
It's not like I don't want to pay
I just haven't much to give a way
I don't wish to delay, I want to repay
Why can't you wait till payday
Knock, knock the Bailiffs at the door
He keeps on banging down the door
I can't take this harassment anymore
It's like he provoking war
Knock,knock I need to escape through the back door
Before we get into an argumentative war
Whereby I am on the floor
Asking him not to harass me anymore
Knock, Knock who is it ,the Bailiffs at the door
I wont knock you to the floor
But I will be back for more.