Long Intimidation Poems
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Hopelessness is that brief lapse, that necessary pause,
Closing the door on an existence of conflict.
It is that first gasp, that momentary stab of sadness,
Defying design and allowing no plan for escape or rescue.
It is fear rushing in on the glorious notes of Mozart’s Requiem,
Filling open wounds with beautiful sounds of death.
It is enduring pain that pierces so cruelly and cuts so deep
That emotion is broken and awareness is impossible.
Hopelessness is letting go of childhood dreams,
Knowing that neither perfection nor performance
Will ever change the outcome.
Hopelessness is finally accepting the sorrow,
Unclenching tight, childlike fists,
And simply releasing a childhood that never really existed.
Hopelessness is surrendering to anguish and despair,
Uniting with tears of defeat and pain; then silently saluting this passing foe
Who has graciously captured the field, and left open the door to compassion.
Compassion is the promise, the holy gift of hopelessness.
Compassion is the stairway, the path in the forest
Leading to that lovely grace, that perfect stop
To conditioned patterns of suffering.
Compassion is the meter, the cadence of the heart,
Transforming deceit into joyful affirmation;
Proving that control and intimidation
Had lost their power long ago.
Compassion is the redeeming grace of hopelessness,
If I dare to breathe it in and let go of the need to suffer.
Compassion is the golden key to my imagined prisons,
If I dare to accept its comfort and simply review the pictures from my past.
Compassion is the cool water of life, soothing me,
If I dare to lay my head upon the verity it offers.
So take hold, my grieving heart;
Embrace this gift of hopelessness;
Wrap hard your arms around it,
This saddest of sadnesses.
Swallow it whole
And let it fill your mind and body and soul.
Then exhale the suffering
And believe you are worthy of love.
For in the end, it is compassion that will walk me through
The painful shame of my past, then patiently sit beside me
As I release the familiar solace of suffering.
For in the end, it is compassion
That will give me the grace and courage
To accept the gift of hopelessness.
[written on the theme of the Buddhist Day of Enlightenment -
and to release all that is hindering our attainment of compassion]
Beyond what’s said and be done,
Lies the hideous Black Sun,
Whose aim is to run a’ground,
To tear and destroy all around,
Plan in the years passed away,
Silent this Dragon appeared to stay,
But behind this stillness insidious lay,
When all were not bothered, they’d party and play,
This ‘Anti-Christ,’ a unity diabolic,
Worked against his foe that frolic,
Rumors spread but silenced all,
Tis’ Dragon’s besieged the saints that out-said,
What horrors run amidst this land!
The Truth has beld upon this sand,
And when it saw, it’s peril’s woe,
They plotted against their powerful foe,
Cowards! They couldn’t face the West,
Call a meeting, their devilish best,
‘What to do?’ They all did ask,
Endlessly thought! A diabolic task!
One stood up and said ‘I know,’
Send this enemy a cowardly ‘Sore,’
But first they test amongst themself,
Found a cure and hid it shelf,
Behest WHO to withhold so,
To spread this Bioweapon low as low,
After breakout, they cried a’foul,
‘Blame the West!’ this Dragon growled,
That Ignorant WHO, really need ask,
‘Who is WHO?,’ an investigative task!
Must be done, to further protect the West,
From this Dragon and its scum-behest,
All are hostage to this Marxist-Mao,
Rise up O’Hong Kong, do not bow,
Show the world how wrong they are,
About this Dragon and its reach afar,
It must be said, that once this done,
The Dragon stretched its arms a’help,
Confused the Cause and its Spread?
After all, ‘Who can contend against it?’ it said,
But Wisdom sees this trick a’play,
It does not give in all the way,
But I urge cut all the ties,
Till it starves, burns and dries,
Rise up and hold siege this accursed beast,
I implore you O’Saint Michael put a leash,
Hurdle it to the bottom-less pit,
Where in torment and pain its sit,
For what it has done from past be seen,
Only blood shed wherever it’s been,
Crushed its head already be,
Satan lies defeated under ‘Our Lady,’
Don’t be afraid my people of West,
Rise up and confront this Beast that thinks its best,
I assure you that, its tail it will tuck and run,
When it sees your Armies come,
And on that day China will know,
With the west, don’t play tick-tack-toe,
All your intimidation is useless O’Chin,
You will be defeated; this War the West will surely win!
Mao’s China must fall!
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
except you don't care
but be sure my right
I will never ever gave up
for you
your intimidation
your torture
your disrespect
may be your own opinion
is obvious that is your way
yet my right can't be taken away
by those pains you inflict on my body
at the end my right is
my right
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
is obvious we live in a selfish world
where care is lesser than before
each sunset
on broad day light
atrocities are committed
like is normal
our usual life are so sow
in a tinkle of an eye
who is to blame
when our right are no more
a reality
when our destines are sold
for peanut on daily bases
so when I fight don't judge
me in a hurry
cos if you can see
the realities in our third world
you will understand
why I must fight for
my right
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
but who cares in a wild world
a world were babies are left
to grow in hunger and starvation
a world were our mothers bleeds in poverty
a world were our resources are
only for the corrupt cabals
a world were crimes are a way
of life like a normal basic job
a world were the innocent are
killed to keep criminals in power
what a world
I wonder how could my right
be respected in this kind of world
I don't need to be told to stand for my
right cos is obvious
in this part of the world
my right must be so hard
yet my right is
my right
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
cos this fire burning in
our dear homes communities
countries
needs a water of peace
is sad that people will
always be who they are
but what is good is good
our demands are simple
yet our realities are hard
confusion are always common
on our common sense
cos the illusion of truth
has stolen our right
devalued our dignity
no wonder our last hope
are always prayers
even when dying slowly
in lies and manipulation
is hard to know the truth
cos too many truths in lies
has taken away our truth
denying us our right
teaching us to accept lesser
than our value
when you disagree
you become a victim
who always must fight
for his right
so in this quest I
am not exceptional
so as every human
cos my right must always be
my right
You're an individual.
You're unique.
And it's important that you
create the space to
express your uniqueness,
and become the fully expressed,
fully unleashed,
fully unlimited vibrancy that you are.
There's a stage in a mans life
when he will keep
every other thing aside
and stand alone without fear
to confront whatever obstacle
that stand in his way,
even intimidation from
the most powerful
or care that beset him
and infest his life,
his inadequacies he will confront
and challenge them with boldness.
Even when the
demons of hell be invoked
and conjured up to come forth
and do their very worse,
he knows they shall not pass
and neither shall they prevail,
because he has been through a lot,
he doesn't really cared
anymore what happens to him,
he has come a long way
and he's here now,
that is all that matters.
He speaks the truth
that only him can speak,
so profound and will so piercingly hurts
the ears of the guilty ones.
he will boldly stand on the edge
of the mountain top
and let the wind of life pass forcefully
through and over him.
he becomes a determined soul
who confronts the odds in his life,
with the help of the almighty,
he attains the consciousness of the cosmic,
his spirit is now so awakened,
he becomes one with universe,
so enlightened,
he is now an adept to
help in the down world,
carrier of the divine light,
protector of the weak,
full of vigor,
always ready,
a doer of the impossible,
he now becomes
the keeper of the flame,
his back bent from the rigours
of suffering and pain,
showing the marks of
the whiplash he received,
his brows so wrinkled with
inner wisdom that comes out of the
time spent in long hours
of fasting and meditations,
calm with the inner beauty of the spirit,
not intimidating or forceful,
he commands authority,
exacts influence and check anything
that's not edifying from
influencing his environment
and atmosphere he created for himself
and then allow others into his world
to experience the realm
of power bestowed on him,
he is indeed now,
a peculiar fellow,
a workman that needs not be afraid,
one set apart for good works,
for he has chosen the path of his destiny.
Yes,there is such a man amongst us.
© 2018, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
There is an inhuman and invisible enemy that must be stopped. The Coronavirus reminds me of one of the last great menaces to the world and to God. There once lived an evil man, threatening, deceitful, and manipulative. It was as if he rose from the dry ash heaps to the top of a fiery hill, which should not have been surprising because there is always a smoldering from the last fire. Moreover, when he rose to power, with deadly force, he swept across a continent. He excelled through the power of FEAR and appeasement.
As a dictator, he possessed and controlled the means of producing massive weapons with plans to unveil even greater weapons of mass destruction.
Prior to him, it appeared that the age of kingdoms and empires were over and a whole new world of republics was going to be the new norm. Unfortunately, this new dictator was intent on creating an entirely new world. For starters, he had evil intentions of wiping out an entire race of people, and but for the grace of God, he nearly succeeded.
He was a master of manipulation and struck with the force of intimidation and terror, aligning himself with like-minded perpetrators of death and destruction. Like an epidemic, he sought hosts to attack and kill like the coronavirus. He was the deadly disease that became a pandemic nightmare as he defeated one country after another.
For a while, it seemed the world was frozen with FEAR and hypnotized by his spell of hate, and by the time the free world awakened and opposed him, 6 million Jews were murdered. He and his reign of terror ended as did others like him, as will all other enemies of God and civility. Most would agree that Hitler and the likes of him were indeed like a virus.
All would agree that FEAR is indeed torment, but the turning point begins when our FEARS are faced. In conclusion, those who governed and fought the human virus in the 40s became known as "The Greatest Generation". They were thus because they prayed, faced their FEARS, resisted their enemy, and fought to the end. May this, our generation, do no less.
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A vision of humanity, a world without brutality, a beautiful fantasy, not a reality.
A vision of a world where the truth isn’t ignored and everyone is treated equal,
A world where no one is evil and people are peaceful.
A vision of a world without wars and conflicts, a world without hate,
A world with no horror, where everything is great.
A vision of a world without genocide and assassinations,
A friendly world with polite conversations.
A vision of world without jealousy, greed and corruption,
A safe world with no weapons of mass destruction.
A Vision of a world without blood spilling and constant killings,
A civilised world, one with no villains.
A vision of a world without hunger, tears and crime,
A world with plenty of food and water, a world where everything is fine.
A vision of a world without torture, torment and persecution,
A world with no natural disasters or air pollution.
A vision of a world without people living on the streets,
An equal world where everyone eats.
A vision of a world that wasn’t so obsessed with fame and fashion,
A world where we all showed a little more love and compassion.
A vision of a world without cruelty, terrorism and bloodshed,
A world without slaves, a place where every child is fed.
A vision of a world without intimidation, alienation and exploitation,
A world where third world countries get proper education.
A vision of a world without hatred, hostility and pain,
A world where everyone is loving, thoughtful and sane.
A vision of a world without malice, bad blood and animosity,
A world that is caring and full of generosity.
A vision of a world without abusive drunks beating their child,
A world without rage, one where everyone smiled.
A vision of a world without savagery and madness, one without fear,
A world where everyone is genuinely honest and sincere.
A vision of a world where no one is blind, deaf or mistreated,
A world where everything is fair and no one gets cheated.
A vision of a world without racism, cancer and AIDS,
A world where people don’t have to use guns or grenades.
But vision without action is merely a dream,
If we all came together we’d be an unstoppable team.
The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope,
I have to think positive, that’s how I cope.
I never knew she was bleeding and pleading,
Until I turned to see the blood in her eyes,
And the agonies tearing her apart.
Rejected and dejected, she gasps for breath,
Humiliation and intimidation - written all over her gloomy soul,
Like curves of interpenetration of a sphere intersecting a cone.
Still licking wounds from savagery and ruthlessness,
The last dead body in her hands dropped on the floor,
That was her seven years old son,
The sting and pang of cruelty penetrates my brain,
Leaving me with lasting pains that remain,
Because she had been starving for months,
With oppression stronger than death.
Her tears were like a river overflowing its banks,
And she asked me,
“Could this be the way God wants it?”
Why am I denied of my rights, for a fair fight?
I sighed deeply, from a kind of mental depletion,
My hurrying thoughts clamored for utterance,
But my heart and lips were full of speechless sorrow.
As the chill of the night crept in from the street,
To all the houses that scattered over the slums like ant-hills,
The sun laid golden-soft over the huddled hills of the West coast,
More gunshots thundered across the neighbourhood,
A thin shrill voice like the cry of an expiring mouse,
was only heard from a very far distance.
She took me to her backyard,
Showed me graves on the ground with monumental inscriptions,
And she said;
There lies my daughter, who was raped to death,
There lies my husband, who stood for justice,
There lays my son who died in peace keeping,
Can all these valuable bloods be wasted for nothing’s sake?
Surviving schools were dilapidated,
The past is horrible, the future is uncertain,
The present is life threatening and monstrous,
Prison walls are raised daily in all the provinces,
The few privileged students in institutions are studying Act of War
‘Casus belli’
The economy is dropping as more jobless youths resort to crimes,
Hospitals and the strict streets are getting more congested with dead bodies.
All these made me to wonder,
If we are all living to die or dying to live,
I still ask,
Is there a place for the women, their rights and joy in the society?
Because the pains, brutality and humiliation are unbearable,
Surprisingly, her name was Hope,
But honestly, she was hopeless.
Unorthodox nonestablismentarian epitome
Describes celibate bent aegis.
Mein kampf illustrates gravitas.
Underdog muted lest intimidation
think bully brandishing fist in my face
threatening to buzzfeed me
a brassy knuckle sandwich.
While breezily reading Judy Bloom,
(whose material geared
toward young adult)
book titled Blubber - published in 1974,
(which year found yours truly - me
undergoing amazing transition
classified as puberty)
bemoaned childhood's end - id est mine
interestingly enough romanticized boyhood
livingsocial within Lake Woebegone
(way before Garrison Keillor
named said fictitious town),
purely swiftly tailored
harried styled fabrication,
although that first decade
found torturous growing up years
more so courtesy
self exclusion from reindeer games,
thus during lunch or recess
(two most favorite classes)
bullies turned me into minced meat
taunted and teased
a severely socially withdrawn boy,
who never shared emotional agony,
he internalized verbal slings and arrows
eventually physically succumbed
from brickbats indiscriminately
lobbed at painfully shy
once upon a time happy go lucky lad,
(with a button nose),
when he whiled away days of his life
as the world turned
first at Lantern Lane
for about a half dozen plus years,
then at 324 Level Road
for approximately
one third of present existence
unbeknownst to him
that psychologically dark shadows
lurked within the outer limits
of the twilight zone
haunting corporeal essence
attached to those lovely bones,
now saddled with excess adipose tissue,
especially around belly of the beast
housing hunger artist
starving for knowledge,
and peopling his overactive imagination
with exemplary protagonists
blithely thwarting incendiary threats,
cuz of natural born defense against
gunning character assassination
courtesy fearsome imbeciles
hell bent on nasty, short and brutish fiends,
who did their collective bidding
vis-à-vis cut throat leviathan,
who overshadowed and locked in
propensity to live free and clear
analogous to unfettered noble savage
cannibalizing yours truly (me) as fancy feast.
Soul asylum salvation sought
as if survivor of mental health challenges
akin to foreigner trying
to sidestep gingerly self annihilation.
My generation my poems
Everything I love don't matter now
Cos I keep up the fire burning
After all it doesn't matter how
I live or die
Just pray for me if you care
And I wish you all Out there
The next generation
to read my soul to the world
Cos I keep up the fire burning
I never hurt no one but my heart
I never let my pen sleep
It is not Intentional but
I can't run away from my shadows
How can I be young in vain
What are mine resting for when
Yesterday's tragedies keep speaking on our todays reality in Nigeria
So now nothing matters any more
Cos I keep up the fire burning
Feel me if you got a soul
It is what always it is
I stay up all night just to keep bleeding
Noon after noon I keep working out
Topics after topics
Epic after epic
My pen keeps bleeding
I keep my mind on focus
Cos our realities are clear
Don't tell me you don't see it
Cos am not here to make you so happy
We must grow up
The times don't wait
If we must live
Is now cos nobody is sure of tommorow
hope for peace
When their is war
Don't pray for war
When their is peace
Maintain your spirit and mind
Be focus for all hopes
Are not lost
As long as you live
My generation my poems
To the next generation after us
Be wise be outstanding
Don't grow with out your mind
Don't forget to live with your heart
Go out there with courage
Refuse intimidation refuse abuse
Dignify your right
Purify your spirit
Be sure of who you chose to be
I tell you the truth
Your destiny is in your hands
When you decide your move
And don't stop till you see
The changes the realities of your dreams
Go together my brother's my sisters
Cancel every form of isolation
Abolish tribalism
Kill racism and chase tribal wars
Away from Africa
Yes you can do better than us
You can always be who you chose to be
Your destiny is in your hands
For now nothing matters any more
And nothing surprises me any more
In a dying world
So remember my soul
Remember my poems
Remember my love
Remember my calls for humanity
And let it spark and bless your inspiration
hope for peace
When their is war
Don't pray for war
When their is peace
Maintain your spirit and mind
Be focus for all hopes
Are not lost
As long as you live
Rise up child,
Rise high.
It is time to ignore the existence of racism discrimination , antagonism, tribalism and xenophobia on earth.
As It is hard for you to change some people who hate the truth.
Stop playing victim to favour others,
Correct your small mistakes and challenge them face to face with truth.
There are no big liars who can stand when their lies are exposed by the truth.
Focus on your heavenly duties and ignore the intimidation of demonic spirits which are surrounding you.
Uplift the neutral golden flag higher,
Play neutral between the nations of ancient conficts which turned to racial silent wars on earth.
It is time to expose lies,
Time to wipe out tears of millions of people who continue living in fear ,
With pains,
traumatised.
The sun is shining bright from high place
Look at the sun morning, midi and the evening
You will understand your mission on earth.
It is a hard task reason why you continue witnessing many challengers here and there.
Just go,
Keep going,
Going on the earth
It is hard to get credit from some people who made you their enemies because of their secret agenders.
Your being so good and kind will always sound bad to them, as their final decision is to always see you under their feet.
Fire and Water are not friends but both two can kill their innocent people whenever they want to prove their powers.
When you visit the territory of carnivores, do not knock for six when you find the skeletons of their love ones.
When you go to any graveyard, do not flabbergast to find the graves of some people who were killed by some friends, relatives , neighbours and colleagues innocently.
Majority of the world politicians and business people dont have mercy whenever they feel money or powers disturb " interesting deals interrupt ."
It is so sad to tell you that but it is the naked truth about some systems of this cruel World.
Carnivores eat herbivores and other carnivores .
It is none of your business,
Don't interfere their businesses,
Continue to speak the truth to help them change in the future.
I thank you.
March 17/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris