Long Hatefulness Poems
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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!
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,
August 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 18-21
Key Verse – Jeremiah 18:19 Give heed to me, O LORD, and hearken to the voice of them that contend with me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HEEDING UNTO US
Praise be to God for heeding unto us midst our:
Prayer for principled purpose
Plight along peaceful persistence
Plea for perpetual prosperous progress
Performance while protected by His promise
Perseverance by His protection against perversions
Jeremiah 19:11 Praise be to the Lord for
breaking our pride with our:
Harsh hearts, hindering health
Hollow holiness, hoisting haggardness
Hidden hatefulness, hurting heavenliness
Hypocrite honour, humiliating hospitability
Happy hyper-activeness, humbling holistic harvests
Jeremiah 20:11 Praise be to the Saviour for being our mighty:
Chief Governor
Cheerful Guide
Counselling grace-Giver
Compassionate Guardian
Caring Cleanser and growth-Grader
Jeremiah 21:2 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for dealing with us according to His:
Wondrous works with wealthy wellness
Winning ways midst His wise will
Warning wakefulness
Watchful warmth
Worthy Word. Amen!
August 16, 2024
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
"Back to Life
You are not dead
You're alive in Christ
Back to Life
Mama poetess
Lugha ya mama, Lugha ya mama,
Mama poetess
Back to Life"
~
Still I Rise By Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
"Back to Life
You are not dead
You're alive in Christ
Back to Life
Mama poetess
Lugha ya mama, Lugha ya mama,
Mama poetess
Back to Life"
Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise" from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems. Copyright © 1978 by Maya
8/6/20-2020 " "by Souper ©
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Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
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
Loners choose their own destiny,
although it foretells exactly
the reason for each cause;
some loners reject awareness
if they become helpless:
will it ease their impudence?
Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate?
Isn't it going to cost them pain?
Doesn't isolation with its gloominess
deprive them of closeness?
Anybody who has come closer
to the realization of desires
will be disappointed by far...
losing another precious chance again!
Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate,
refusing the company of a mate?
How can loneliness help one
find freedom if shadows hide his sun,
that light he needs to illuminate
his path when days become nights and incite
a loner to run towards a brilliant moon?
Loners desperately cling to inclement helplessness,
not recognizing they are trapped by deceit and lies,
but their belief is a constant bluff to themselves
letting time slip their emotions without noticing
how they misjudged someone's precious trust;
and they will regret their decision of having
chosen total freedom over fidelity, never filling
the void from the day they decided to part.
Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate,
not easy to strip from a miserable soul
that lacks compassion or even forgiveness;
and these two are seldom denounced by their hatefulness.
Do their moods clearly indicate
that they have given up both on living and their life's goal?
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.
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.
Today, when I'm in search of news, seems no honest place to choose
No matter where my surfing lands, my wits are placed in biased hands
Facts and lies chewed in a blender, served up smooth for their agenda
Left or right, it makes no matter, what's dispensed is poisoned chatter
Truth that's twisted, then opined, meant to sway the sheepish mind
Oblique perspectives rife with flaws, varnished clean by righteous cause
Intent to impart the forthright soul, with their false brand of vitriol
They all cede news is "compromised", but entirely by the OTHER guys
So where can I seek news for me - outspoken and propaganda-free?
That's the sad, disheartening twist - trustworthy news does NOT exist
Thus, my New Year's pledge will be to waste that wasted time on ME
Consider last year's news a curse, and pray it won't get any worse
You see, with all that garbage hurled, WATCHING it won't change the world
But trading time spent on the news for kind pursuits and daily truths,
Might turn that hatefulness to mirth, (in my little corner of the Earth)
For bringing worldly changes nearer, starts with that guy in the mirror
So my resolution's to disabuse, and not waste '18 ... on the "news".
* Re-worked and submitted on January 3, 2018, for the "New Year" Poetry Contest, Janice Canerdy, Sponsor. *