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As your God I must remind you
you’ll be judged by what you do,
by your every single action
in this life I give to you.
It’s your life!.. don’t forget it
you can live it how you will,
but eternity is waiting
with your sweet or bitter pill.
You may lead a life of pleasure
and let others take the grind,
or be kind and true and noble
and help others comfort find.
It’s your life!.. don’t forget it
you can live it how you will,
but eternity is waiting
with your sweet or bitter pill.
When it’s time for retribution
I will weigh all on my scale,
find if you blessed with goodness
or have wandered off the rail.
It’s your life!.. don’t forget it
you can live it how you will,
but eternity is waiting
with your sweet or bitter pill.
There’s a bloke who takes your failures
to warm heaven from below,
he's a truly hateful devil
and a wicked so and so.
It’s your life!.. don’t forget it
you can live it how you will,
but eternity is waiting
with your sweet or bitter pill.
So take your life and live it
for your life is meant to be
your ticket to the place you’ll live
for all eternity!
Ivor G Davies
On the island of friendship,
Luscious fruits and fragrant flowers grow.
Enemies, we hope, are not allowed.
Yet viciuosness sneaks in, so tawdry and shallow.
Be very careful of those you trust,
Any friendship.,may be most hollow!
With anyone, there is no guarantee,
That one day, they will turn their back on thee!
Especially, is this true online.
Where we believe all is a giant truth-zine?
Don’t be so naive with your good heart!
Some might harm you, with their words as poison darts.
No way in person would anyone be so obnoxious!!
But online~ some of us know the vebiage is vicious and toxic.
After twenty five years, being on-line.
The meaness has not toned down but is more crude and unrefined.
No wonder their hateful words are accepted as true!
Using “so called” fact-finders spinning political, hateful stew.
Humility seems to have totally disappeared.
Replaced by lies and innuendos.
Lord, help us to forgive but never forget,human feelings are not to forfeit.
Pray your Guardian Angel keep you from online harm.
Away from the mean of heart, smiling, who fly about in
large swarms.
9/8/2022
~2~
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
Know then the truth that sets you free:
Love is sure proof for you and me.
Joy flings fond cheer in peace we see,
Watch faith draw near that hope may be.
Come let mind know what heart feels right,
Live that fine glow in profound light.
Each step we take in journey map,
Goes forth to make sense of odd gaps.
Seek to know bliss in hidden sense,
Glimpse that sure ease beyond mere tense.
There is a place beyond all space,
Here waits a face, the source of grace.
The tree of life in sublime state,
Calls beyond strife at that far gate.
Here where we live in ventures brief,
Discern and give love despite grief.
No need to reach with hateful gall,
Love is the peach for each and all.
Purge evil thoughts that seek to slay,
Purge angry plots that forge decay.
Strive to be good with humble heart,
Control each mood where evil starts.
Think loving thoughts as action shows,
Gather fond lots of love you grow.
Journey with peace that lives within,
Set love at ease with truth that wins.
Joy shows the way where love funds proof,
Cheer floods each day with ample truth.
Seek now to be a man of peace,
See what you see in love's increase.
God waits for each to ask for sight,
Seize then to reach the path of light.
Love comes to call with faith and hope,
Joy feels no gall where grace funds scope.
All in due time the higher road,
Forfeit blur rhymes and bear grand loads.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2016
Singapore
For half an hour Dix had rode true
when the canyon opened up wider.
In front of him five stubbly men
sat around a roaring fire.
The leader Dixon recognized,
as his sifted through Santa’s sack.
He was an outlaw known far and wide
by the name of Randsome Mack.
Their eyes fastened upon him
when he and his horse rode into sight,
every one of the men had guns,
they all looked ready for a fight.
Dixon looked up to the skies,
but he could not see a sleigh.
He had left plenty of bits of scarf,
had Santa somehow lost his way?
He swallowed deep as Randsome rose,
and glared deep with hateful eyes.
“It seems we got us a trespasser.
Boys, let’s put him down the mine—”
But Dix spurred forward as he spoke,
catching the bandits all off-guard.
Before they could could drew, he scattered them
and seized the sack with a strong arm.
“Get him!”angry Randsome cried,
as Dixon turned and dashed through.
“I want that sack, I want it all!
Run down that blasted fool!”
The race was on through canyon walls,
half covered in ice and snow.
Dix was ahead by a good span,
but could he get clear? He didn’t know.
On he pounded, but his foes gained,
not weighed down by Santa’s sack.
If this kept up Dix knew that he
would never made it back.
But a ringing of bells sounded above,
and a shadow raced on past.
Santa’s sleigh soared above the gorge,
his flight blew and icy blast!
It slowed the bandits in pursuit,
they ducked to cover their heads.
Then Old Saint nick skimmed with snow,
with the runners of his great sled.
A wall of white tumbled on down,
landing on the bandit’s far below.
They shouted and sputtered, motionless,
socked in by a mountain of snow!
By the time the dug themselves out,
Dixon and his horse were too far gone,
out or sight and far beyond
the reach of Randsome’s throng.
When Dix cleared the rocky canyons
and rode out into the cold parklands,
he found Santa and his reindeer team
pulled up by an aspen stand.
When he approached, Santa laughed,
and slung an arm around his back.
“My boy I knew you would pull through.
We got Christmas back on track!”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
When blackness turns into light
Society could not deny
what we saw
with our own two eyes.
We saw blackness
turn into light
soulful stars
illuminating
white nights.
Jackie was a pioneer
his love lifted us
higher and higher
his black voice
shining bright in
the white night
his acceptance there
was no denying.
James Brown led the way
when there still
was segregation
blacks and whites
in Baptist churches
but in separate
congregations
His voice was strong
his blackness shone
his body contorted
in rhythmic gyrations
his voice was heard
when people listened
and saw as useful
this racial integration.
His strength and stamina
on the stage
and his voice made you
want to get up and dance
those who saw him
knew that maybe
racial unity had a chance.
Then came Marvin
yes that Marvin Gaye
he blazed a new trail
a new way of thinking
never encountered before,
music with a social conscience
that stirred a whole nation
to even question the war.
Then there was Sly and his
band mates the Family Stone
they were unique and special
mixing races together musically
but they were all alone
Then came Stevie
yes he was a wonder
his talent as a musician
there was simply no doubt,
his music resounded
a message of peace and
harmony was what it
was about.
Then came Michael
and Prince at the
very same time
two forces of black nature
twisting and turning their
blackness into light.
Music of healing the world
and the crying of doves
transfixed hateful gazes
into havens of love.
And don't forget
Luther Vandross and
Teddy Pendergrass too,
their songs of love
helped conceive a
million children or two.
If you never lived
at a time like I did,
growing up with
Soul music's beginnings
it would be like being a
football player who
never experienced
winning.
Now they're mostly all gone
but their music still lives on
we were witnesses
to the legends
in the making.
Now the message carries on
hope is never really gone
it's still there
for the taking.
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2016
Scars fade but trauma doesn't
She wished it was the the other way round
At least then she wouldn't be haunted by the memories
Maybe the cuts wouldn't hurt as much
Maybe she wouldn't have done it at all
Each tear was another cut
Each cut made her numb
She didn't want people to see her cry she thought Her problem solved
Their hateful words echoed in her head
Each word another cut
She wondered if they knew would it be something they'd regret
Or would they harm her more instead
She felt even more frustrated
'Aggressive'
One cut
'Angry black girl'
Another cut
'Her hair is so nappy'
The third cut
What was supposed to be three cuts turned to 4
Until she lost count
Until she didn't know anymore
She was breathless
But euphoric
It was the one time she was in control
She felt it was the only way she could express her pain
Even if it caused her shame
But she felt that the blood spilled would make a change
Maybe If they knew they wouldn't call her names
But she was black
They were white
The system was corrupt
She understood
That Her skin colour
Meant nothing would be done
Only that they would silence her voice
She thought for a while
About what it would be like if she carved a permanent smile
That maybe life would be easier
And maybe they'd leave her
Alone
Or Maybe she could try being invisible
She'd never been suicidal
But the racism had taken a toll
She felt like she was carrying the weight of the world
But she couldn't anymore
So she cut deeper
Until most of her blood spilled on the floor
Her last chance to have control
Her last act of freedom
Forever Ever or Never
Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your lusty pleasures.
Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.
Freyja was here with Eros flown away.
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality.
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.
A Broken Heart
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow,
My love’s full of such anguish and fear;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.
My heart seeks such a palliative yarrow,
My thoughts are shattered, no longer clear;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.
My desire’s gone, a victim of a much harrow,
My emotions are awry and bring no cheer;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.
Your anger strikes my heart like a poison arrow,
Your evil intent revealed with no sugary veneer;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.
I live my life now with no surcease of sorrow,
Your former love declarations ring now so *****;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.
My spirit’s in tatters from your hateful harrow,
And your face now haunts me with a nasty leer;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2014 (Villanelle)
save the world
is better we live
is safer we let the shadows be
is not easy with ignorance
yet is worst to leave
save the world
is better we breath
breath in peace of the mind
then the soul stays fulfilled
while the heart beats in joy
I wonder if am among those
in wonder why
humans are too difficult
in a world so pure yet
what is simple remains
the problems why we grief
save the world
is wise we ignore ignorance
is safer now to realise
what damage the world
has been through
by our ignorance to love
is there any other God
is there any other source
to life
better than the gift of love
if none so give it you have it
share it you got it
show it is inside of everyone
let it shine to
save the world
save the world
is better we stop all
kinds of hateful isolations
in different kinds and systems
we can't save the world
when we fight
we can't gain anything
when we devour each other
what is the use of peace
when it here yet we don't make
use of it
what will nature speak of
us when animals are better alive
we oath to see
we must to realise peace
we need love
and what ever you do
hence fort help promote love
in so doing you are helping to
save the world