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I saw society drain away to the gutter on the street
How I wished I could help the disheartened ones we meet
Everyone effected by the thoughtless acts of disregard.
Passion within to change this soulless way, how avant-garde
Needing to pursue my passion for the greater good
Never fearing the negativity upheld, loved ones would
Joining an organisation that gave me a grant to make the change
The power to be compassionate to humanity in a grand range.
Polished boots, razor sharp creases, keen from the first moment
Wanting to change the lives of everyone, even if it’s atonement
Years on, finding out its money for the same old rope
Hungry for fulfilment, I need to stop this fear, and give all hope
Communities fearing the violence from demoralised youths
“Nothing to do” is the reply, none of these words are home truths
Street culture, such a powerful way of life, this is all they know
Searched by authority, a much needed but negative show
My Kind-heartedness was passion, I’m now in a moral debate
Supporting victims of crime, but wanting to put suspects straight
Humanity is a single word, so we must help one another to stand tall
This is now my agenda, dedication to build a safer future for all
Endless hours writing to governing bodies to see my radical approach
Youth engagement with sports, that’s where I became a dodge ball coach.
Promotion in the field of sports to brake down barriers with kids
Work will never end with constant battles with funding all those bids
My life is dedicated now to change the world, as we all know it
This pure heart is with the victims of crime, and the ones who commit
We must guide the misguided as they only see what we show them
Wholeheartedness, lets do this together, or we are the ones to condemn
For Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen contest "Kindheartedness"
How do you know anything?
Is it something a person said?
Is it something you see?
You only know what God tells you or reveals to you my friend
So if someone says something, check with your spirit
Is it something God also says to you?
Sometimes we can be too eager to take it all in
Too eager to formulate everything
We formulate a person
Sizing him or her
Formulate a situation
Risk or no risk
But do we know the only thing we know is we don't know?
Not until you check
with the Man upstairs through your spirit
Your spirit can tell you a lot of things
Flight or no flight
Yay or nay
You will be surprised
Of how much things you learn
How much things were revealed to you
You only learn through the Spirit
You only know when He reveals it to you
So do you know me?
Then we were running in teens :
I was his Valentina, he was my Valentino
I had firm faith , that he was mine.
Smoothly our romance to grow.
Days were passing, no confusion .
Budding youth in ardent amour
Drinking desires ! Vibrant passion .
Two young hearts on graceful glamour.
Me open-minded, innocent
and influenced by your smartness.
No question for a moment !
Just callous, lacking alertness.
One day you left casually,
just telling to meet by tomorrow.
Days, months, years passed actually -
Till waiting, to greet with ‘Hello !’
You sent me to Fool’s Paradise !
I trusted you as my lover.
But a betrayer came in guise
to hit with black Excalibur .
Journey of life through thorny bush,
chased out any expectancy.
Always melancholy to push,
Sinking in despondency.
I am grateful for a dancer's flow, gravity unhinged
for the bubble laugh of infants
stitching us with joy
for a stoplight on unsustainable war
for song bits that come and go
like lovers kissing
for walls of indifference falling
healing hearts of isolation
I am grateful
for sunlight overflowing
unending stream of hope
for the bloom of tortured genius
and startling revelation
for prickly cat and mouse discussions
that tumble into the unexpected
for reality lost in the now of recreation
I am grateful
for streets not torn by combat
for the gingerbread fragrance of skin
for the quiet prayer from pulpits
that plead for new horizons
for hand picked words that remind me of
our shared seduction
Gratitude to know the spinning strobe of living.
Poem composed July 24, 2020.
“Valentine’s weekend,” is performing well in 2026’s attention economy.
I know I like the sound of it - it sounds industrial-strength hopeful.
Romance has always been packed with impulse and desire,
but today’s lovers aren’t just flirting with emotional destruction,
they’re literally kissing it on the lips - those digital images are hard to erase.
Surfing the lonely Internet,
in that boiling AI firmament,
are the ashes of emotional content.
Luckily, on that ever vibrating web,
every now-meaningless moment,
competes with the last.
Me, I have a straight-up brag this valentines weekend.
I have a guy who, out of nowhere on a Sunday,
texts me his undying love.
Winner winner frozen dinner!!
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A song for this:
I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker
BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish
With icy blue- black eyes and ginger spicy hair
Caribbean pirate girl gave off an intimidating air
We boys could not help but sit and stare
Wishing we did not hunger for a bit of care
Her name was unknown, but she was more than fine.
I wish she would talk to us, I would make her mine!
We laughed at my cousin, so naïve at age nine.
Let’s nickname her something; maybe Clementine?
She sat on the ship, staring past us, as if we were scum.
When those eyes land on me, I feel like yesterday’s bum.
She flicked something off her blouse, it was a cupcake crumb.
We stared at her as she drank down a flask full of rum.
Oh, woe is me, she is beautiful, said many.
How old do you think she is? Eighteen or twenty.
My cousin Dover at nine was such a ninny.
He yelled “How old are you? Eighteen or twenty?”
She gave him a wave and invited him over.
The rest of us hung off the edge, watching our Dover.
How did that happen? Asked another cousin, a thug.
When he got over to her, Dover gave us a wave, so very smug.
What good comes there from love at all
if no one feels the flame
If no one knows that there abides
such joy inside a heart
What music sings in someone’s ear
if no one knows to listen
If no one finds the how or where
such serenade resides
And what if no one sees the sun
for fear of recognition
should talents of our unique world
be cloistered by the night
What good can come from anything
if not shared with mankind
existence without knowledge
is a wasteland shamed to tread
Death sleeps in my bed
Which is why I'm wide awake
Trying not to lose my head
Because this isn't something I can shake
Every day we run out of time
But we always hope for tomorrow
Hoping it makes sense like rhyme
Only to be greeted with sorrow
Poor choices cut my life string
But not even I can stop me
So I listen to the angels sing
The end is nigh I can't be free
I could shake hands with death
And make peace with the final conclusion
But with each passing breath
I succumb to confusion
Hold me because I'm scared to be alone
Because in the end there is no violence
But also no way to truly atone
As I give in to the silence
Eventually everything will go black
I had all the cards but forgot how to play them
And this noose around my neck has no slack
But still I jump as if on a whim
The noose breaks and still I bleed
In agony I plea for anyone to care
But I'm damned by my lack of creed
And when I look around nobody's there
Perhaps this is how I truly die
Wondering if anyone will remember my name
And all I will be able to ask is why
I died with all this shame...
What am I missing
since lockdown began
way back in March
I was happy and free
to come and to go
any where
any day
taken for granted
Oh dear ~ silly me…
Social isolating
has kept me inside
a place to feel safe
a place for to hide
But now going out
I look all about
in case someone else
may walk far too close
Then I remember
not too long ago
a smile
a good morning
so lovely to hear
on a sweet sunny morn
how I yearn
how I pray
on this bright sunny day
for their welcome return
For I hope paranoia
will never kick in
it would be such a shame
it would be such a sin
not to walk by the sea
with her ebb and her flow
a place I adore
I could ask for no more…
She gives me such peace and tranquillity
She truly makes my soul soar
She takes me to another place
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where folk still have a smile upon their face
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Written 31st May 2020
Contest Strand no 780
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd Place
Through all the thick and thin I'm still with you
Even with aches and pains your still with me
As paintings hang of these pictures we drew
Now the both of us crystal clear can see
Forever our souls intertwined as one
Our hearts now pump simultaneously
Setting all of our love gears in motion
To the end, bonded harmoniously
Relentlessly we battle the demons
Evil creatures that crave our happiness
And when they're feeding are love weakens
Bringing the times we're filled with nasty-ness
But our love was a gift given from God
Helping us fight through the devil's facade
6/28/2017