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I weep rivers bitterly and reminisce
But, I hide them heartlessly in silence
Making home to my lonely solaceness
For the sake of healing our distress
Sorry for our lost love
I thought our love was more than forever
Regretter that I think of,
Let your bitter tears fall whatever weather
Sorry, baby, I was cutting myself lately
I bled upon the floors, the kitchen floors below
Free me exceedingly, that’s my only plea
I said too many words, seeing you go
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Upon my quaking hands once more
Drowning in my tearful fears
I choke on the bone of sorrow in store
Kills me softly for many years
I’m your loss down the drain
I thought our love was more than forever
Regrets rove in my silly brain
Let your bitter tears fall whatever weather
Sorry, baby, I was cutting myself lately
I bled upon the floors, the kitchen floors below
Free me exceedingly, that’s my only plea
I said too many words, seeing you go
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Slipping away like the sunshining day
Once more, I lost all hope
Dipping my feet in the water of dismay
Hang me a rope to cope
Sorry for our lost love
I thought our love was more than forever
Regretter from above,
Let your bitter tears fall whatever weather
Sorry, baby, I was cutting myself lately
I bled upon the floors, the kitchen floors below
Free me exceedingly, that’s my only plea
I said too many words, seeing you go
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Hand me a handkerchief
For my bleeding heart of grief in my youthful years
Hand me a handkerchief
To relieve me from these rather horrid, hidden tears
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Sorry for our lost love,
Regretter from below
Time for you to go above
Before you actually go
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
I heard Imagine, one of my favorite songs, this Juneteenth morning
and thought how John Lennons’s lyrics and music still ring true….
I suppose that’s because imagining is also one of my favorite things to do.
When I’m shocked and saddened at the hatred and prejudice I see
I imagine a world where people embrace our differences and live together in harmony.
When I look at the greed and selfishness occurring right outside my front door
I image a world where we feed the hungry…and house and clothe the poor.
When I see how we are heartlessly polluting the Earth’s skies, and land and seas
I imagine a world where we live in balance with the rivers, the animals and the trees.
When I think we are too accepting of people’s hate…and wait too long for it to start abating…
I imagine a world where we our love defeats the people who are hating.
Of course you may say I’m a dreamer…but that’s okay with me
because what helps to soothe my heart is knowing I’m in good company
I don’t always have to imagine a better world, however, because when also in front of me
acceptance, love, compassion and kindness are also plain to see.
Every time there’s a natural disaster…as we watch those affected try to cope
I see diverse neighbors and strangers coming together…offering friendship…kindness and hope.
Every time a countries goes to war…after every bomb their planes release…
I see people on both sides coming together in unity…
pleading for harmony and peace.
For every act of prejudice and bigotry that result in sorrow and despairing…
I see random act of kindness…I see empathy, love and caring.
For every sorrow that results from every needless death across this Earth…
there is the joy that fills the air from every newborn baby’s birth.
When I stop to think about the world I’m living…what is so evident to me
is how half the time I am disgusted…and the other half encouraged by what I see…
Which makes me wonder if enough of us dreamers
(for I believe there are more dreamers than haters in the world I see)
If enough of us got together
we could turn our imaginations…into reality,
Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So, you claim your potency
Death, corruptible you are not surely
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out of the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Lies fit person s who are dishonest,
let them not be your vain quest
or that reason for quick conquest;
envy is so evil and causes unrest!
Telling an untruth is blunt,
it's hammering hardwood with tiny nails;
have you come face to face with liars
and been deceived by what they said?
Telling lies is an attribute to dishonesty,
to get full control over fools
and make them their grunts!
Telling an untruth is blunt,
and needs an immediate apology
to the one you heartlessly misled!
Lies fit persons who are dishonest,
let them not be your vain quest
or that reason for quick conquest;
envy is so evil and causes unrest!
Lies come from dishonest mouths
smothering us with false sentiments
until they get what they want then leave
making us pay the consequences and cleave
to the false belief that being evil
to others makes them feel well!
Lies fit persons who are dishonest,
let them not be your vain quest
or that reason for quick conquest;
envy is so evil and causes unrest!
Telling an untruth is blunt,
never deceive another gullible soul;
the wrong you do will be avenged
when they realize the goal
was to do harm and hurt
them for a grudge already settled!
When you take from life and give so very little!
And think you are a Roman god,supping on wine from goblets gold.
For recreation,poetry has morphed into sheer madness and infamy.
Destruction of others, by sword, pen or mouth, is your goal.
Drunk, to the winds,with false pride, as your motto!
Smashing human hearts in your path?
True friends...of them, you have no further need.
Just rest ye, on your velvet couch.
Fanned by followers, your biggest addiction and sad affliction.
You have slain, cruelly, those who cared.
You threw them heartlessly down, hard marble, bloodied stairs.
5/25/2022
I saw in her eyes the sallowness of festered love.
My drum had beaten to the resonance of celebration,
Of the deeds of love evaluation.
Her art bemuses me, especially when spoken and
Sketched to the rhythms of assayed hollowness –
Mottled balances echo silently on withered spots,
And the words she cherishes lie way below frontiers of enchantment.
How short my éclat reigned!
And my blood congealed!
Do I lay prostrate to hypoxia?
If I could borrow a leaf from her, I trust it would be the leaf of Love.
And on the edge of skewered times, I would lend the fit of
Pyrokinesis, cauterizing the inclement weather of her deception.
There’s that culture shock which love carries.
It kills and maims, yet lays crusts of veneer on one’s
Premeditated ego, pointing skyward like the finial of
Root-pannelled structure of breathless architecture.
My heart aches to the illusion of several months borne
Through the whim of my angel.
I wake on the brim of her nose.
Her eyes are grey and distant.
Rust besieges her hair with sliced threads of extended harvests.
I level up to her art with a hamster tied to the loose
Slivers of bamboo elements – with a repast so heartlessly
Soured by the sun.
I lean beneath her iron door, long loosened by the courage
Of assembled art.
My heart bleeds.
She lied to me.
As slimy as the mucilage of the okra,
I have shed genuine light of her hidden treasure.
And on a dark, vengeful night on the corridors of April,
Saturn, spinning her icy rings, revealed much.
And her love, deep and garish, traces peregrinations of
A hunter’s search through wooded paths, rain-drenched and musty.
From the shebeen to the sacristy.
The village church bell peals to the beat of my heart – a heart so deceived.
The gloom, structured in gossamer, binds me, haunts me.
Red banners of camwood yield to the moist of invaded space,
Tenebrous, and soused with the tears of a fallen roof.
Flaking tongues of prurient monsters lick my toes in noisy flicks....
God, where have I been?
Comfort me for good
Feeling so misunderstood
Heard of your blues long ago
Sometimes, I commit selfish crimes cuz I love you so
Quit it, quit loving me carelessly
I admit it, you cannot see
The hidden misery inside me
The forbidden happiness that won’t leave me be
Quit it, quit losing your mind
Your wit, I need to become unblind
I need your kindness to find
The treasures, left behind
In my eyes, in my eyes, in my eyes
Quit it, the lies you tell behind your goodbyes
Freedom is so far away today
I will survive, so quit walking away
Heard of your guitar playing
Rung in my ears like musical anguish on a Ruby Tuesday afternoon…replaying…
Quit it, quit loving me half-heartedly
I admit it, you cannot see
The hidden misery inside me
The forbidden happiness that won’t leave me be
Quit it, quit losing your mind
Your wit, I need to become unblind
I need your kindness to find
The treasures, left behind
In my eyes, in my eyes, in my eyes
Quit it, the lies you tell behind your goodbyes
Quit it, it’s not legit what kind of stuff you put me through
Quit it, it’s a bit unusual of you to be so rough and cruel
Heard of your blues a while ago now
I love that you don’t understand me anyhow
But, know you’re unforgotten in my memory
Even if somehow we part ways for an eternity
Quit it, quit loving me heartlessly
I admit it, you cannot see
The hidden misery inside me
The forbidden happiness that won’t leave me be
Quit it, quit losing your mind
Your wit, I need to become unblind
I need your kindness to find
The treasures, left behind
In my eyes, in my eyes, in my eyes
Quit it, the lies you tell behind your goodbyes
Quit it, the lies behind your eyes
Quit it, the lies behind your goodbyes
Comfort me for good instead,
For I’m misunderstood with dread
10/15/2023
Who ever declared you cannot?
Is a full blown, liar I promise you.
In their lives, they failed at some task.
And now?
The unmitigated gall, to drag you
into heartbreak row?
Do not buy losers' stories!!
To those with fortitude and gall ~
Comes an entirely, different story!
One where there was loss and
then came great glory.
I have experienced this myself
and know the joys of victory.
Odds are many poets are just like me.
Not weeping over lost loves with
a handkerchief under an old tree.
But finding new love, better than
they ever dreamed would be.
Their lives exceeded their original
schemes.
They go on and envision new dreams
Their truest friends stand by them
whilst their phony friends stroll so
casually and heartlessly away.
But, dear friends, know, please.
The dreamers will out do you in every way
With joy and greatest possible ease!
GO DREAMERS!
Death by misadventure.
That is sadly how
most Black lives
wrongfully and unnecessarily
lost at the hands of police officers
are written off these days.
It's become the new normal.
Yet another Black life
has been snuffed out
while in the custody
of White cops.
It all played out
in broad daylight.
People out on the street
watched one
committing murder.
Despite repeated pleas
from onlookers, he remains
heartlessly indifferent,
kneeling
on a black man's neck,
blocking his airway,
putting over 100 lbs of pressure
on his spinal cord!
Who does that?
A man of color is pleading
for his life...and air.
"I can't breathe!" "I can't breathe!"
Hmm, why does that sound familiar?
Meanwhile his back-ups
are standing around
doing nothing,
saying nothing;
obviously complicit
in George Floyd's murder
Their punishment?
Loss of employment.
That's it? Seriously!?
Sorry, Minneapolis
Accountability
doesn't go far enough here!
From the looks of it
you've diagnosed
and dismissed
this senseless loss
of an African-American life
as mere death by misadventure,
which is outrageous.
Those cops should be charged
with murder, Minneapolis!
It was murder.
You don't get away with it
just because
you wear a uniform,
just because
you've got connections,
just because
you're rich and powerful,
just because
you're Caucasian,
just because
you're Black.
Unjustified murder
is unjustified murder.
Their punishment must fit
their heinous crime.
Justice for George Floyd!
Justice for his grieving family!
Do more, Minneapolis!
Date written: 05/28/2020