Long Hater Poems
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amnesia sets in
selective memory
forgetting the gossip
written in a rhyme
poison inked words
splatter on the screen
to demean
to be mean
misjudge
tattle taler
repeat hater
carries on...
others pics forgotten
other words forgotten
hate fueled
hate sated
the true state
not debated
never stopping to think
could be wrong
has to push down
to be strong
and so it goes on
wrong after wrong
and like the publican
feels good to pray
and say
"Thank God...I'm not like others....a sinner
I'm a winner!"
Morality laden
A chaste maiden
Oh, but erased
is not defaced
there is another record
One with a trace
Seen by another Judge
ONE not common place
a remembered name
a remembered face
and I?
Well, I rest my case....
For I am nothing
but a sinner
in need of grace
Eileen Manassian
They say we Jews are afraid
that no one 'now' will come to our aid
Murder of Jews in America is multiplying
more and more hate crimes, innocents dying
Well, that’s the way it’s always been
as any Jew with two eyes has seen
Six million of us killed by Hitler and his cronies
without a hand lifted to stop it by Roosevelt and his liberal phonies
To prevent the last 750,000, from Hungary, from being gassed
they only needed to target one railway pass
But FDR and his friends grew up hating those ‘damn Jews’
so, all our urgent pleas they angrily refused…
Today though, there is Israel, the Jewish state
reestablished in '48 on the back of global hate
A state that stands boldly against acts of terror
where Jewish Israelis glance not in the rearview mirror
My fellow Jewish Americans, the time is now to emigrate
let's remake our lives in Israel ~ before here it’s too late
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Anyone willing to do the slightest bit of research will find out
just how big a Jew-hater FDR was from his early years on...And
his shocking wave-of-the-hand dismissal of so many urgent
pleas to spare one or two bombs to target Germany's transport
of 750,000+ Hungarians Jews to Auschwitz in 1944 STANDS OUT
as perhaps his cruelest act as President, right up there with the
much more widely publicized incarceration of up to 1,800 Japanese-
Americans during WW2.
Meir Kahane, a visionary, warned us all
Yet far too few heeded his call
Labeled a ‘firebrand’ by all the elites
His message understood by his enemies in the street
He told the West, calmly, what it didn’t want to hear
that Jew-haters' terror would soon have it quaking with fear
And Kahane warned Israel, to have a viable Jewish state
its Arab populace could not be allowed to spew terror and hate
But Israeli liberals said Kahane was ‘racist,’ exiled him to New York city
where a Jew-hater gunned him down in ‘90, a shame and a pity
For now most Israelis see that Kahane was right
terror unchecked has turned the world’s day into night
Abraham the father of the faithful
Barnabas the encourager so graceful
Caleb who believed victory to bring
David the shepherd boy became king
Exodus the book containing God's law
Felix reasoned with Paul found no flaw
Genesis tells of God's work of creation
Habakkuk rejoiced in God of his salvation
Isaiah prophesied the suffering of the Lord
Jacob succeeded in prevailing with God
Kidron brook where David from Absalom fled
Luke the gospel writer and physician well read
Matthew followed Jesus call to leave his tax
Nehemiah sought to rebuild city wall no time to relax
Obadiah a chief in house of king Ahab
Paul the chief apostle so very fab
Quails God's wilderness dessert to eat
Resurrection of Christ our heavenly seat
Satan hater of God's church constantly lies
Tomb from where Jesus indeed did rise
Uriah wrong by King David for Barsheba
Veil was torn it's meaning so deeper
Whale where Jonah was for days three
Xerxes was king when Esther set Jews free
Yoke which Jesus spoke of his being light
Zechariah was God's prophet to tell what's right
Written by: Rodgers Ja Brown
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
Jealous and envy shall follow you
You stuck on my name tryna f*ck with it
But I'm a big number you ain't in my league
I know you f*ck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your business team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with my team I'm a big Fish
Money is a big thing I'm focused on
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing niggas get touched
And it's Super unlocked
I don't give a f*ck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all workmates crossing my network guap
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed, went to the medical school and dropped out
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f*ck but I ain't got a f*ck left
I'm blessed
Tried to be civil until I saw your Instagram page
But I was out on leave paving a road for bigger things
See when it rains it pours. I think we all need change
I show real love and respect to the real ones!
For my fellow Poets — Guardians of the word,
carrying kindness and the light of learning
across every friendly poetic front.
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“Poetry in Arms”
I hear the calling voices
“Let's use our pens like guns!”
and so I stand among them
in Poetry in Arms.
I was young scribe in silence,
and felt what wounds remain,
from those who write in verses
and others write in plain.
In pages like in trenches,
sharp words in fierce desire,
ink loaded like gunpowder,
“Survive the evil fire.”
Our legendary Poets,
Cover us with your care,
and offer honest counsel,
from any face hater.
If you walking this way,
Don’t lose your heart and mind,
evil will pass away
from poetry unkind.
Hey, evil awful hater!
Carefully listen us:
We’ll prove you — words are matter! —
in Poetry in Arms.
We do it not for a glory,
Nor any applause goal,
But tell you all the story
What still lives in our soul.
And when depression hits you,
Can't hold your pen like sword,
Let all your thinks will go to:
Weapon is hide in word.
Despite life meet last hour —
Our poems never burns
And we will live in our —
Poetry in Arms.
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My Life lesson
Looking back in time
Is not always the best thing to do
But the past has shaped who I am
And helped me learn a thing or two
I have learned so many things
Some are good and some not great
But I think what I learned the best
Is the ability not to hate
I wasted lots of valuable time
Hating because of the pain
Inflicted by uncaring thought
I hurt yes, but they remained the same
Finally the truth was shown
The misery just mine to claim
So I got down on my knees
And prayed to God in his Name
I asked Him to forgive me
And to please let me see the light
And he answered me with wisdom
To see what is wrong and what is right
Hate only hurts the hater
Was the lesson that I learned
So no more will I ever hate
It was only me that had gotten burned
Connie Moore
04/19/2014
‘Krasue’
A woman’s head with viscera hanging down from her neck.
She paralyzes like ice-cold lightning.
Where will you be tonight when the moon is shut?
Woman hater, where will you be
when the womb of your soul is shut tight?
Krasue will chant these lines over your stunned body,
her incubus entraps you.
She will keep you pregnant until
your male belly bursts.
Then she will come out of you,
and the moon will open and shine again,
but not for you.
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‘Mae Nak’
She's who died at childbirth,
she who extends her arms.
Mae Nak loves you.
She wants to carry you in her limbs
to the birthing couch. There she will
stretch her arms to the dawn.
Mae Nak will keep you safe,
but you are a ghost to her,
she sees only an endless umbilical cord.
She believes you dangle at the end of it.
She believes that one morning
she will hear you mewing like a kitten
at her door.
Until then she lengthens her arms
like a sea anemone at a watery reflection
of the morning star.
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Nang Mai
‘Lady of the Woods’, ghost-fairy related to trees.
Texture and grain are her domain,
but she will appear
if you are near her spider woven eyes.
She harms none,
but she can break the ties
to your own self,
make you see the mask
you’re wearing,
then she will send you home
weeping
until you break a thousand mirrors.
I faced so much hate/
I used to be a Playboy/
I don't understand the hate/
Or the abandonment/
I walk the earth lonely/
With feet of fire/
Then, I met a lady/
I thought she was/
Just another hater/
Then, that day... With love/
She looked into my eyes/
I forgot all the pain of the past/
Her eyes healed me for that moment/
I felt that love again in a dark world/
Then her face went blank/
Maybe she tricked me/
Maybe she don't/
Want anyone to know/
I thank her for letting me look/
Into her eyes/
I have forgotten what's that like/
It's been thirty years/
Since I've seen eyes like that/
From a soul of darkness/
I thank her/
Paul, Peter and the Tweeter
Why not choose,
a billionaire leader?
One who is not
an eloquent speaker.
Trouble rises,
he robs Paul to pay Peter.
The bold rich need tax savings,
forget about the meeker.
From a distance,
we watch the kingdom teeter.
Him smirking on high,
he thinks "What could be sweeter!"
Why oh why,
did so many choose that cheater?
Global temperature rising,
things aren't the same.
Scientific facts need hiding,
isn't that a shame?
There's new logic he's applying,
says coal dust isn't really flying.
Even though the fish are bitter
and you can't see them under the litter,
no one can turn down the heater.
"Fake News" he says,
check out T-Man's Twitter.
The Country is "Great Again",
cause he ain't no quitter!
Yet people are making less than their babysitter.
Good jobs will go with free trade,
might as well become a waiter.
Otherwise you’ll starve sooner or later.
People happy,
he wants to build a wall.
Mexico will pay,
so build it tall.
More immigrants?
You don't need them at all.
But no one left to pick the fruit,
or to be at your beck and call.
Watch it all fall,
for sure the economy will stall.
No one buying nothing at the mall.
Meanwhile
Klu Klux Klan standing tall.
If they ask him,
T-Man will let them guard his wall.
Look for all the signs,
a leader who's a hater.
Mastertweeting, flatulater.
A logic lacking debater,
self-loving,
self-promoting, congratulator!
If he pushes the button,
we might become a large crater.
He'll spin it and tell those left,
"I'm the great emancipator!"
If you don't believe him,
You’re just another disloyal traitor!