Long Hate Poems
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You say a word and set the world aflame
No thought to what the nations think or feel
The turmoil that we're in is not a game
I wish that you'd think twice before you deal
You are the leader of the USA
the super power here, the number one!
Yet you won't try to filter what you say
If you don't tone it down, your term is done!
Your daily twitter rants are full of rage
The nations quake and shake at what they read
that "sh$thole countries" comment, was that sage?
You shame your rank in word and yes, in deed
From day to day you change your tune and line
The walls you build are not the border kind
Supremacists act out; you give the sign
You've built divisive walls; to this you're blind!
I fear for what the future has in store
As missiles are at ready, hearts grow weak
You need to change your ways, do so much more
embrace the wisdom from outside your clique
Is there still time to turn our fate around?
Why don’t you make amends and speak of peace?
For black and yellow, red and white abound
Acknowledge all and let the tensions cease
Remember labels don’t define a soul
We are all equal, God has made it so
So stop the hate and make your nation whole
The world is watching, show that you can grow.
Eileen Manassian
Each Color a Scar
by Michael R. Burch
What she left here,
upon my cheek,
is a tear.
She did not speak,
but her intention
was clear,
and I was meek,
far too meek, and, I fear,
too sincere.
What she can never take
from my heart
is its ache;
for now we, apart,
are like leaves
without weight,
scattered afar
by love, or by hate,
each color a scar.
Keywords/Tags: love, parting, separation, farewell, leaving, lonely, loneliness, longing, marriage, divorce, absence, relationships, loss, pain, seclusion, break up, argument, color, colors, scar, scars, desire, passion
When the rhetoric is vile and spewing forth hate
Fill my heart with love, my mouth kind words to relate
When characters are threatened by accusations
Keep my tongue from promoting the declarations
When news blares of another sniper with a gun
May my sheath, sword, and shield be your majestic Son
When I encounter neighbors burdened and in need
Grant me the blessing to give, not withhold in greed
When humankind divides by status, creed, and race
Help me pursue common ground, guide me by your grace
When conflict and confusion never seem to cease
Make me wise so that I might facilitate peace
When a brother has no one on whom to depend
Cause me to be silent, listen, and be a friend
When loneliness and despair threaten to destroy
Bring me hope, that encouragement I might employ
When I see people broken by sins frustration
Give me boldness to share knowledge of salvation
When they grapple in darkness unguided by sight
Let my life and voice become a beacon of light
When people doubt Bible truth and implication
Allow me patience for a gospel conversation
When stilled in weariness from our earthly story
Deliver heavens hope from the Lord of glory.
November 20th 2021st
Walgreen’s parking lot, Omaha Nebraska
7:30 p.m.
Police in cars have stopped pursuing Gang Member A aka GMA.
A young woman’s car door gets pulled open.
GMA yells “Get the F……. out!”
She thinks he is joking.
He grabs her and throws her out of the car.
It is HER car.
Her purse.
Her stuff.
She is young, and upset.
She jumps back in, on his lap, trying to get her keys.
He tosses her back out and runs over her driving foot.
Breaking it in sixteen places.
She is barely eighteen.
A senior in high school.
Young and helplessly naïve.
A police helicopter which had continued pursuit of GMA captured this on video.
The entire episode recorded for the watching.
I would have not run across this tale if it had not been my granddaughter.
But it was.
She had a two hour surgery today.
Morphine is the only thing that gives her relief.
I did not think it was possible to hate a person I have never met.
But at this moment
I despise Gang Member A.
There are times when it is safe to be in one’s body
As in the time of family way caressing my ribs
Baby who lives because I do with such flare
Tiny little feet kicking me deep in my innards
Such sharp joyous yellow pains tattoo my brain
braided with all the names and things to be for sweet babe
The gay day of burgundy birth
erases the bloody hurt
healing cries from my little person
Unwritten absence of hearts searching for
And finding good despite rape
Finding love despite hate
Unwritten absence of being prey
Of sexual assault turned around by fate
During such an act one must fall back
And lean into the abyss recoil insulting kiss
But who knew it would give me truth
Truth in the form of a journey
From rape to faith to power of attorney
He ran from himself inside of me
Blessing my womb with a holy seed a baby
Unwritten absence of smiles at the time
I found I was heavy with child seeming so unkind
Until I decided to make up my mind
And give this babe a heart like mine.
Unwritten absence of hate for the father.
For my love for the child will be a better bother.
Written 9/21/23 for Contest Unwritten Absence
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Trying to remind myself that I'm safe
knowing I'm on the verge of crashing
traumatic events forced upon my space
terrorist threats identity fraud blinding
pain I try and focus on positive things
you know I safe place triggers invade
my thinking I'm being bullied because
identity thieves attempting to extort
my American poetry corrupt officers
niece resulting from my wearing wires
pregnant for the FBI buying weapons
and drugs from junk sick cops because
Ciro Gargano torched 9 persons alive
with my abusive ex husband trauma
of a car bomb igniting my skull
my life was in grave danger several
attempts as I'm in a safe place and
yet the killers arrived two decades
later the anniversary of the murder
meant for me intimidating me over
my American poetry my brain hurt
my chest hurt I cannot stop panting
I hate my PTSD and anxiety disorder
the worse because of the uncontrollable
panic attacks i am totally isolating again
I wish I never met Ciro Gargano I never
would have witnessed terror and cursed
myself with wearing wires pregnant
for the FBI sometimes I hear there
voices just saying it's going to be okay
funny right i fear having another
nervous break down what a blessed
so many troops were helping me
cope asking me if I served in the
gulf war because of my illness
my head is throbbing from
the traumatic headaches brought
on by my anxiety reliving domestic
violence I have to take
my medicine and try to stay relaxed
talk therapy keeps me focused writing
poetry helps me relive trauma calmly
kind of like writing in my journal
which thieves broke in and ripped
pages wow I feel so broken fragile
not a good feeling it's frightening
you are safe now dear truly
I am safe now I feel safe now
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
If your life is a story what will be your titled page?
Will it be just a kindle format or a hardback
I wonder what the pages would spell like
May be of mystery, misery, love, hate, shelter or war
Will there be children crying on the front headlines;
Riots .Or will there be flowers planted on the front
pages to tell how beautiful your emotion is, may be
berries .will it be a blue berry or red berry .Or a rose
flower. Will the pages speak for themselves.
If your life was a book what will you name it?
Will it be a novel or a novela, a play or poem
An essay or a memoir written
Will it be in rhymes, a sonnet, an epic or just free verses
I wonder if it will be a photocopy of another man's pages
Will the chapters spell love or hatred , well spent or regret
Who will be in your acknowledgement?, and
dedicated to who?
Will you be the hero or villain, the Jack or Rose ,
the Romeo or Juliet
Achilles, Hector, Paris, or Helen of Troy
If your life was a book what will you name it
What would the world read of it?
Please Tell!!!
By Gideon Idudje
In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player
Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming
together
more than apart.
In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy
and unwealthy
economic trends
and social order
and political balance
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past plays
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.
Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with synaptic political revolutions
dispelling cooperative win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against
one
or more Other.
Now, in Time's anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as EarthTribe players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
comedic and strategic and tragicn
naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as indigenous anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies
of EarthTribe Time.
In our love of healthy environment-winning games
we play sometimes against win/win
inside/outside communication stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with win/lose Othering
unnatural unloving death-wishes
The reverse of
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing wealth
together
better than apart.
In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially EarthTribe
of team-life is for love players
and not lose/lose hate sayers.
Searchin' for proof of beauty
A treasure hunter found a rose
He plucked it from the snow
And brought it to his nose
He took it home quickly
And placed it in a vase
Added water and nutrients
Then displayed it in a ornate case
He cared for it daily
Adding this and that to preserve and protect
But time decays even the best
Though he never entertained neglect
Others pointed out the crunch
And the fall of the petals to the base
But the man was determined
To keep the rose in its rightful place
"It's dead and gone", they'd say
"Just take it out and buy another"
An object can be replaced
But meaning has a mother
Attached to belief and thought
Nothing can truly be free
Unless it is released by love
To be what it wants to be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-01-2018
Note: I hate it when you have grown into a new person in the way you think, feel, and relate to people but the "old ones" refuse to KNOW you any other way than how they thought they knew you in the past :(
When I look back on this year, 2020, a year that has been insane
I’ll remember all the heartache…I’ll remember all the pain.
I’ll remember a country that, if not careful, is sealing its own fate
divided by its anger…its bigotry, its suspicions, lies and hate.
I’ll remember the wildfires in the west that scorched many a forest…and plain.
I’ll remember hurricanes in the east and south that flooded us with rain.
I’ll remember praying the rain from those hurricanes…
that eventually ran out of names
would miraculously move to the west coast and help extinguish all the flames.
I’ll remember praying that the tears we shed from the sorrow and sadness we create
would be enough to extinguish...the fires of our hate.
Of course we can’t control the weather…wildfires and hurricanes will always be our fate
but we can control the way we treat each other…we can control our hate.
When a wildfire or hurricane wreak havoc on our land…
immediately we begin repairs…
but when hatred destroys another’s life all we do is add our tears to theirs.
But 2020 is not over yet and in the world I’l like to see us create
when casting my ballot this November…I will not vote for hate!
I will not vote for fire…for prejudice…for duplicity and lies
I will not vote for dishonesty wearing righteousness as a disguise.
I don’t know what side of this division you are on…
but I’m tired of these wildfires of hate causing so much destruction…so much pain.
so when it comes to this election…I’ll be voting for the rain.
So when I look back on this year 2020…
I can say it was the year of our transcending.
a year I was saddened at the way it began…
but am happy with the ending.