Long Jealousy Poems
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Was it deep or was it shallow
Was it full or was it hallow
Did it stay or has it past
Did it feed or did it fast
Was it a gift or stolen property
Gods goodness or mans own lottery
Strong foundation or broken pottery
One great risk that lead to poverty
Was the worry worth the pain
Was it sweet or filled with disdain
Does it follow where ever you go
Wanted or unwanted fast or slow
Does it really come to an end
And if so where does the end begin
Does it end in death or one left behind
Were they faithful until the end of there time
Was it mostly heaven with a little bit of hell
For whom were they living or couldn't you tell
Was love the single purpose
Or misery part of the surface
Could jealousy destroy the chains of children
Or mistrust create the need of resolution
Has old age made the two into one
The way it was meant to be when it all begun
Such is the heart of the selfish man
If I can't have it then no one can
I'll take my sword and cut them down
I'll take my torch and burn their town
Honors son I am not
To rule this world should be my lot
Everyone and every thing
Should bow their heads and crown me king
I want mine and I will not stop
I will take the throne I will be on top
My kingdom I'll rulee with an iron hand
I'll spread my name across this land
Every man every woman every child every beast
Will feel my power and on their blood I'll feast
Love has no part in me
Compation and mercy are for the weak
Who is so selfish mean and crule
He is the carnal man in me and you
That can't be me we might all say
But it is in us in many ways
Jealousy envy racism too
Gossip and slander to name a few
How is this possible how can this be
I thought I was good with my generosity
It isn't just money or goods
It isn't just helping whenever we should
It is liveing my life by the example of Christ
By liveing for all, all of my life
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Instead of being slaughtered by my conscience
I'd rather let you treat me how you treat me
Make it a lil easier for me to stand again
So for now you can label me your personal manakin
After the brawl
I stayed the night in the parking lot and I ain't gone lie
If I had no other choice but to be homeless I'd rather die
A week later I showed up in Richwood at my sisters door steps
With the few fabrics I had left
My clothes stunk from being left out in the rain
But hell, who am I to complain
Chilled there for about a month
Then she and I fell into it
Basically because I was still cool with her ex
So I bailed on that scene in search for the next
And I feel guilty that her father past
Being the last time I saw them I needed a ride
And he was the only person I could ask
I started school in August
My final year, I was finally a senior
Felt like I could be praised even by Athena
About the last week of the month
I found myself walking away from a teacher
Next thing I know I'm expelled
They tried to keep it a secret
But the community found out
About the school boards mess up
Before the documents were mailed
Still that ain't change nothing
So I had to move to Mangham
Again, I became a real popular attraction
And as you know that brings jealousy and envy
So I was again split by the fraction
I guess I should've just kept it to myself and walked away
Because I ended up in the ring with nine different opponents
I guess they found my misery and decided to clone it
So Instead of being slaughtered by my conscience
I'd rather let you treat me how you treat me
Make it a lil easier for me to stand again
So for now you can label me your personal manakin
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...Janet’s eyes went wide at the words,
Edna said,”It was so tragic.
Steve would come dance on Friday nights,
with the girls he worked his magic.
He met a woman that that dark night,
had no idea she was a wife.
Her husband came up, in a rage,
found them in her car, ‘at play.’
“He smashed the window with a gun,
they say he was seeing red,
aimed at Steve and opened fire,
putting three rounds into his head.
He fled the scene, up to Glendow,
the police found him hiding out.
The jury his life didn’t spare,
they gave that bastard the chair.
“The wife was shattered by the act,
some say that she moved up north,
can’t say for sure, but I know that,
she never came here no more.
A year later Steve reappeared,
and gave a girl a night of cheer,
just to flee before the 'fun,'
my dear, you’re not the only one.
“It seems every two months I speak
to another young thing like you,
most of them don’t believe it,
but I swear these words are true.
Steve just never had his fill,
and I fear that he never will.
Forever bound up by the wrong,
here his spirit lingers on.”
Janet retreated from the room,
bracing herself against the door,
desperately she scanned the bar,
looking out on the dance floor.
Steve still was absent from the crowd,
she didn’t know what to do now,
so she made for the entrance-way,
for in this place she could not stay.
But outside the fear faded fast,
and a breeze tussled her hair,
gently, like a lover’s hand,
as if somebody stood there.
A simple, quiet presence that
she knew deep down could not be bad.
Perhaps Steve really was a ghost,
certainly much kinder than most.
to spend all of your afterlife
sweeping the cowgirls off their feet,
she supposed there could be worse ways
to live out an eternity.
Bittersweetness ran through her mind,
she said,”Thanks Steve, for the good time.
Tonight stood out amongst the best,
and I pray, some day, you’ll find you’re rest….”
A lady as lovely as Isabel
shouldn't have any trouble
finding who can satisfy her well...
until that guy becomes a big bubble
that'll burst and simply vanish
putting an end to her wish!
Do you have any dreams at night,
or steal them from other women
more deserving than you and honest?
Do you feel bad counting their rolling tears;
no, a lady as lovely as Isabel never sees
anybody's pain but her own!
When it's your turn to pay
the wheel will not spin in your favor,
you won't continue to hurt others with anger
and take what isn't yours; how many
hearts have you broken for your madness
and your obsessive jealousy?
Yes, a lady as lovely as Isabel
will always have men condemned to Hell!
The time is coming when
the fun will be over soon,
and in your loneliness
you'll regret all the bad things
you have done to feed your ego;
I bet you never met a stubborn Virgo!
Like a frowsy, dowdy
old housewife
I sit largely
unnoticed
stout and squat
a sort of kitchen sentry
rarely appreciated
until some minor crisis-
Cough, sniffle, stomachache
a particularly bad day
or fancy party...
then things heat up
quickly for me!
This was one of those
fancy party days
no cause to celebrate
for me!
Grueling stove-top swelter
I take it all in stride
despite the pressure
never boiling over
(I still have my pride...)
But when it gets me
really steamed
I drop polite hints
the best I can
in ladylike whispers
until I simply
can take no more-
and my shrill, piercing screams
draw attention, but fast!
It never lasts...
So she perches there
on pointy tippy-toes
in all her perky, snooty primness
silently snarky and subtle
sneakily taking credit
for all my hard work!
And as the luncheon ladies
Oooh and Aaah
“What wonderful tea!”
she points her delicate
snobby little spout
even higher with pride
But, one of these days
she'll regret it-
that snooty sassy-pot...
for I'm a tough
old stainless broad
and I'll chip her china, yet!
...And while I'll be careful
to make it seem
ever-so-casual
(like an accident)
she'll know deep down
it's really her long overdue
and well deserved
comeuppance!
As I pulled back the curtain it reared its ugly head
And I knew for certain I was about to do what I dread
It came so suddenly but it was watching all day
In binding me I am not free and no longer have my say
So I sit down and began to write unfurling the soul for all
Of sins terrible plight noticing it throughout the fall
Until we hit bottom knowing soon we will be right back
Now feeling so glum it so hard to get back on the right track
It seems the harder I would try the greater would be the fall
Seeming to make my whole life a lie
if you can’t heed God’s Call
So I write this next line and continue on in the deepest thought
For all is not fine for sin has the cost of what it has wrought
And as the last line is completed and I kneel down to pray
I realize sin has been defeated if I’d only follow in His Way
But tonite was a start a new beginning to say of sort
In speaking through your heart satan isn’t able to distort
James 3:14
But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth
Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise
For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa
For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa
For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Envious hearts would never be lovers of truth and justice but devotees to falsehood and injustice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2016
* Today I received a soup mail from someone who never visits me, accusing me of supporting someone who harasses ladies and gentlemen alike!
I would never commit injustice against anyone! I only comment on the poem written ignoring why the poem is written.
Sometimes poems are fictitious. It is impossible to know what is in the mind of the writer since there are no names of the supposed victim! I DECLARE THAT NEVER SUPPORTED OR WILL I SUPPORT ANY INJUSTICE and would like to let this person know that I am a free man and an honest one! It is better for the author of that soup mail not to try to turn one person against the other. Here we are not to divide people but to unite them! At least I AM DOING IT IN PRACTICE.
God bless him who sent me the message and may he sees the light and stop creating groups to fight one against the other so as for him to reign! I also ask all our soupers to work in harmony for we suppose to be poets inspired by God and since GOD IS LOVE let us LOVE ONE ANOTHER!