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Premium Member Navigating Through Sedimentation and around Societal Keloids

Forced diversity has led to a compacted social sedimentation.
Another flavor of oppression...for everybody... this time around.
There's a heavy undercurrent of resentment and hatefulness.
Tugging souls down to where there's no air-no light -no honor.

A few well-intended veins are attempting to traverse the compaction.
But they're thin- fragile- guilt-ridden- unsustainable.
Destined to a slow wither or quickly bleed out. 

If compacted for a prolonged period
There'll be a blending, but only via explosion.

Make no mistake: 
This movement isn't about unity, equality, or putting balm to a wound.
It's about resentment, entitlement, and payback.
Choking people out with their mental scar tissue.


As My Lovers Scream

As my lovers screams my heart always shatter. 
Eye's turned red holding back crystal's of a spatter.
As she is willing to never listen to reason. 
Always defensive thinking of a treason. 
As the full moon rise then the gravity pulls. 
Crashing waves of high tide the hatefulness unfolds. 
The Illumination of the moonlight sparks do shine.
As lovers greed we eventually start grinding.
Like the magic cougar when I stalk my pray. 
Soon there will be nothing for me to love away.
Confusion in my head always needing to be free. 
The only way out is my personal poetry. 
Sex and fantasy has always been overrated. 
When fantasy comes it is always has been forsaken.
© Jack Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Consequences of Hate

Your words have power
They’re not just sounds they’re spells
You can cast them with malice
Or cast them wishing well

The consequences of hate 
evident in one’s words
Is to mentally mutilate
To belittle to disturb

The ill will starts in the mind
Or perhaps a heart dark and blind
It affects perception, well being or health
When you are hateful to someone else 

The tongue has no muscles 
but can break hearts
It’s like a shuffle 
between a fire starters spark

Black ideas or words of
Cruelty begin within
The aftermath can disturb
Cause fighting and other sins

Sometimes hate leads the way
To murder and mayhem days
A hostile environment where growth is stunted
Hate speech from some souls like water running 

The consequences of hate 
is fear and lawlessness 
A sense of deep despair 
in the hated from hatefulness 

The cruelty of hate is toxic
Words and views are clues
Don’t act upon it let’s stop it
No one should be cruel
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member As Easy As a B C

It’s funny how we all learn the same alphabet
with the 26 letters it contains
letters we can combine into words of love and happiness
or words of hatefulness and pain.

We can create words of anger…words of spite
words that can…a soul…destroy
Words of wonder
words of beauty
words that can fill a heart...with joy.

Which means:
It’s up to those of us once we learn our alphabet
to choose our words with kindness and not abuse them…
not only in our choice of words…but in how we choose to use them.

When you stop and think bout it
It’s something I wish everyone could see…
how choosing words of love and kindness…
is as easy as A…B…C
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member WE ARE ALL HUMAN

I am a human being which means
(and you’ll find all anthropologist agreeing)
I share many of my characteristics…
with you…and every other human being.

This truth, in some, evoke both hatefulness and wrath…
How, as human being, we all share a similar evolutionary path.

Which means when you or I meet a fellow human being…
It’s not the whole human we first see…
because some of our human characteristics
are hidden…inside of you…inside of me.

For like you and all humans I am many colors…
I am black, brown, red and beige…I am the colors of the stars at night…
In fact because of our melanin, a natural pigment we all share,
the only color we are not…is white.

So when some humans try to divide us up…
when they decide to categorize and segregate us…
Not only are they doing a disservice to every human…
But to those who worked hard to create us.

And when we bomb and kill and abuse other human beings…
When we say they are not welcome…when we build a wall…
we are not only damaging those fellow humans…we’re doing damage to us all.

This basic information…can be found in our science books…
where the facts are waiting for us to understand them…
provided those humans…who are afraid of this truth
have not already banned them.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Beware the Banning of Books and Speech

I’m not sure what’s happening in this country…sometimes I think it’s being overrun by fools…in some states they’re banning books…in my state, Florida, they’re banning talking about gender and sexuality in schools.

While closing up the bookstore the other night I was thinking how crazy can this be…
as I was re-shelving one of the books they’ve banned in Tennessee.

Topics not allowed to be discussed…books not allowed to be read…I don’t have the words to express my sadness and dismay…so I walked around our bookstore and listened to what the voices around me had to say.

Kurt Vonnegut was first to speak…at how banning book displeases:
“I hate”, he said, “that Americans are taught to fear some books and some ideas, as though they were diseases”.

Mart Twain was next on banning speech and books…he doesn’t want to see us do it:
“Censorship”, he said, “is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby cannot chew it”.

Next stood Benjamin Franklin…with his willingness to teach
“Whoever wold overthrow the liberty of a nation,” he said, “must begin by subduing the freeness of its speech”.

Stephen Chbosky waited his turn in the bookstore to be heard that night:
He said, “banning books gives us silence when we need speech…
it closes our ears when we need to listen 
and it makes us blind when we need sight”.

Isaac Asimov weighted in next…he was succinct in what he was conceding:
“Any book worth banning," he’s said, “is a book that is worth reading.”

Up and down the bookstore I walked listening to a multitude of authors from the present and past…and fortunately for me…I saved the best for last..

It was Maya Angelou whose words are always inspiring, thought provoking and wise…She said, “You may kill me with your hatefulness but still, like air…I rise”.

I thanked Maya and all the other authors for their insights as I turned off all the lights
Then wished them a calm and peaceful sleep as I locked up for the night

Filled with hope that for those who want to ban books and speech…there will come a day when they will take a walk through a bookstore or a library and listen to what the voices have to say,
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Don’t worry just rise

Don’t worry just rise 
There is a time for everything 
This is the time of no worries 
Yes leave your worries behind 
2026 is a year to rise and live beyond 
Yes beyond your deformities 
Beyond your weakness 
So don’t hold back the hands of this evolutionary time 
Get involve with love 
Heal with happiness 
Live your life with out guilt 
Stay realistic but let worries be far 
From who you are going to be 
When you worry too much 
you can’t rise
So take advantage of this time 
Use this gifted period 
Change all that needs to change 
To live your life beyond hatefulness and longer in peace 
there is no other better way if you
Don’t worry just rise 


Happy new year 2026 to everyone 
Peace and love ??
Form: Epic

Premium Member Coyote In the Night

I will call like the coyote in the night, so they hear me now.
My words are going to echo through their cave somehow.
I vow that my truth will be the last words spoken.
In this life I have spent mending what is broken.
I will stand by my calling and everything I believe.
Strong as the tallest mountain, for who they deceive.
I will be a better person each and every day.
To know their hatefulness did not lead me astray.
They move on like a train, discount me as a human being.
Their hurtful actions are conditioned in all that I am seeing.
The days of being their scapegoat no longer exist.
But, I stay ready for another day that may bring a new twist
With events they tend to bring about on their own.
I will still bloom from the precious seeds I have sown
In this garden of mine they have never seen or known.
Whatever it is they choose to do will not break me again.
A promise in this day for them from the writing of this pen.

Heidi Sands
Form: Rhyme

Transform My Grumbling Heart

I sing of having gratitude, 
But then, what is my attitude? 
I murmur and complain
For not receiving rain;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

I write of having thankfulness, 
But then, I drown in anxiousness, 
I lament, whine and mourn
And make my life forlorn;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

I pen of having gratefulness, 
But then, am filled with hatefulness, 
I whimper, moan and groan
'bout problems still unknown;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

I teach of having thanksgiving, 
But then, how am I still living? 
I mutter, cry and grunt
When troubles come upfront;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member To the Slanderers

Oh, the folly of words, false!
     Lies, rumors, hate, jealousy ...
          Anyone who utters or listens to gossip,
               Or takes it to heart as the truth, (forsooth),

     Is doomed to be the fodder for such themselves ...
          For by accepting its laurels and consequences,
               They are condoning the perpetuation of hearsay and falsehoods,
                    And letting others know that they're of questionable motivation,

          And highly questionable character.
               Those who believe bad things about you,
                    Simply on the word of a third party,
                         (Even those things, arrows and slings, that are in opposition

                         To the kind of person they KNOW you to be),
                    Shall be reserved their own special place of judgment.
               No mistake, the Universe is in perfect balance ...
          Chaos is simply a disguise for all that is unknown,

                    So the "friends" who smile to your face,
               But spread deceit and hatefulness behind you,
          Are not only no friends at all ...
     But are the kind of people that grease the gates of Hell ...

               The kind who shall someday find their sorry selves
          On the tip of their own vicious, spiteful spear,
     Twisting in the wind of dire consequence,
Their lies and evil intent bleeding out ...

               Into a pool of karma ... cold.




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Karma" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Societal Discontent" Poetry Contest, Brendan J. Simons, Sponsor.

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