Long Label Poems
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(before you read this, understand; it's meant to be recited not read. Also keep in mind
that there is not meant to be any steady rhythm. Some would say it isn't poetry; that it's
just random thoughts written on paper, but i believe that you cannot truly put a label on
poetry. enjoy!)
Big yellow moon;
Craters create creatures
On your surface.
You service us,
Providing
A dim light
For all to see.
I stare
In envious wonder
And ponder.....
I ponder the unseen,
All of the unclean,
Yet think of nothing.
For it seems
Redemption redeems
Only those worthy,
But worth means
Little in the face
Of it all.
Especially
In that big
Yellow face
Of yours
Moon.
Inside the sorority house
There is a communication device with a mouse
It is there to study or work
Maybe enjoying some relaxing play saying things like a dork
Going high speed
A lot to read
For a sister in need
Taking an intellectual shower
This Godly power
From a tower
Growing and blooming like a young idealist flower
Sticking together dreams on a wish list
Clenching their fist
Having a label ‘Miss’
Should be obsessed with all this?
Knowledgeable assist
Or go out into the real world
Using all those academic friendly referrals
Come home after a long day
Just to say
Time and energy well spent
Earning money to pay the thousand dollars rent
It all started with a nibble and byte
Wife telling Ben Franklin, “go fly a kite”
Remember if there are online courses
Those social logical sources
Encountered in the a moment thought to be true
During a party where everyone is acting cool
He may escort her home
To sleep alone
Than call on the phone
Unlike the computer chat
Where it can shut down in an eye lash bat
By saying ‘not getting into that’
Even in jest
During a weekend rest
While preparing to ace Monday’s test
It is all about the life’s degree
Always searching for the definition to the word ‘honestly’
Take a hard look when observing the scene
Wanting to be a partner on his team
No need to let out a scream
Love will come
Before the daughter and son
I carry with me so much of guilt
Oh why don’t I fit
On the eve of my departure
My heart is laden with guilt
Oh why, oh why , oh why
My island is made
My people are here
Then why this feeling of guilt
Oh why, Oh why, Oh why
I’ve not stopped on the way
My destiny is reached
Then why does my life tastes this guilt
Oh why, oh why, oh why
Life seemed so easy
I a crowning hero
Then why does the last label of guilt!
Oh why, oh why, oh why
14/05/2011
As I depart from my in-laws today to live separately a new life, this guilt I carry
along.
For Paula’s contest, ‘I carry with me’
Teacher sey mi stupid
I wonder if a hol' a gun to her head she would still think I am stupid?
Because I don't come from upper St. Andrew mi nuh have the right to a good education?
Yuh label mi stupid and handicap
Where is the hope for me
My father don't sit in parliament so I am not good enough to become someone
My parents a foot soldier them nuh drive nuh Benz
So stupid is all I am
Teacher sey she a go kill mi in seven day
Life unfair... if I said that...I would be in jail
Shake mi head ...call mi gang fi lick off her head yuh hear sey mi wicked
Life unfair
Yuh never hear when she sey she a go kill mi
Stupid...handicap...that how you all see me
Then when I pick up a gun then society ask ....why my yout'?
Because you label me stupid.
You never expect anything of me
I never got a chance
If you don't expect nothing of me, who will Miss?
Stupid...Handicap that's how you see me
That's all you see in me
No hope for me
So when I rob and kill just remember you made me what I am
That's all you expect of me
Where is my role model
You cant be the person I want to become
If stupid is all you see in me
how can you expect more from me
If stupid is all you see
Then you don't see me
Today is such a beautiful day
I'm lining my pockets with leftovers
So all the bits and pieces I save
Can be enjoyed for later
Once I get the day back home
And lay it out on the table
I'll take canning jars and put it all in
Each one with a different label
I'll label one "The Perfect Sunshine"
Another "The Right Amount Of Clouds"
I'll put "The Cool Breeze and Birds Song" both together
They'll mix well when I let them out
I'll add the laughter of the children
Cheerfully in their play
The fragrance of flowers in the fields
To my jars of beautiful day
There's no need to put a date on them
A day like this could never go bad
Perhaps I will add a special note
Open...for the best day you've ever had
Staring into space,
Full of love and grace,
I embrace,
The sun's face.
Soaking up the rays,
Birds sing their praise.
I feel my conscious raise,
As nature's music plays.
Absorbing the cosmic waves,
Crashing through my brain,
Washing away the pain.
Bringing with it peace,
Allowing the release,
From our limiting beliefs.
A conditioned existence,
Ingrained by our chiefs.
They're more like Thiefs...
Why do we, constantly,
Let others label our identity?
Are we escaping responsibility,
Or is it how we're trained to be?
As we fall deeper into,
Conditioned captivity.
Anxiety, growing rage,
As we realize, this is a cage.
As wars wage, they set the stage,
For their Fear to manage,
It's conditioned image.
Set Us Free!!!!!
Then it comes to me,
When you Love unconditionally,
Each molecule of reality
It sets you Free.
The power of connectivity,
Charging the Energy,
Each cell making it's mark
Creating a unique spark,
Starting a blaze,
Lifting the haze,
The end of a conditioned daze.
From the Ashes,
We rise to be,
Our true entity,
The ONE,
They're afraid to see.
Unmusking the Lies - Poem written to Elon Musk
In the stillness of night, a truth stirs and grows,
A chorus of voices, where our history flows.
From the ashes of burdens, our spirits ignite,
Our pain woven deep, and we’re reclaiming our light.
Elon, hear our cries—this narrative’s flawed,
To claim we are killers, is a strike at theawed.
The echo of struggle, the chant you condemn,
Is a cry for the fallen, for our lost sisters and brethren.
"Kill the Boer," they chant—not a call to the blade,
But a voice through the silence, where our heroes were laid.
It reflects the suffering, the scars of the past,
A fight for our freedom, a hope built to last.
We carry the weight of history’s chains,
But our joy and our strength break free from the pains.
We aren't the oppressors; we rise, we stand tall,
In the shadows of anguish, our spirits won’t fall.
So listen, dear world, and lend us your ear,
For the truth of our struggle is steeped in our fear.
To label us violent is to silence our soul;
We rise from oppression, reclaiming our whole.
The chants of the past are our stories of strife,
They honor the fallen, they honor our life.
In the face of injustice, we won’t turn away,
We’ll sing for the chosen, who fought night and day.
So stop with the labels, and see us anew,
For our strength is in unity, and our hearts hold the truth.
That mourning is layered, and pain wears many forms,
But in justice and healing, our resilience transforms.
Let love be the narrative, let wisdom be clear,
For only in understanding will we silence the fear.
Together, we rise, hand in hand, side by side,
In the tapestry of justice, our souls will abide.
How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching
With women take to the streets
Hold placards of "Black Lives Matter"
While trying to feel their pained heart beats
Still I wonder should I feel guilty
for horrible things my race has done
Or would it not be better
If I instead loved everyone
My friends are many religions
Jewish, Muslim, Christian Too
I've conversed with Jehovah witnesses
if you are Sikh I can learn from you
I'm unconcerned with color
or the kind of clothes you wear
I'm more interested in your story
and the heart you're willing to share
Don't see me as an enemy
Just because my skin is white
Understanding will replace our fear
Conversations can make things right
No one wants to be looked at
through the lens of a clouded eye
If you and I are both willing
a different logic will apply
In the end we are brothers and sisters
there is but one human race
Each person wants a sense of belonging
It's up to us to create that space.
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's " What is White?" Contest
I see myself as a fragile thread in the vast tapestry of existence, stretched under the weight of doubt,
In the silence of my mind, the whispers of shortcomings haunt me like an unyielding echo,
I feel abandoned by my own reflection, wandering among the shadows of bitter regret,
The world becomes a merciless mirror, showing me only the flaws that frighten me,
I label my wounds as if their names could justify the existence of pain,
I see mistakes as evidence of unworthiness, imperfections as heavy chains.
I struggle with the question of purpose, seeking my place in the complicated dance of life,
Do I deserve the good things, or are they just unforeseen accidents of fate?
Am I capable of creating a brighter path, or will I wander in darkness, lost in doubts?
And yet, deep in my soul, a hope flickers like the first light of dawn,
It whispers that I am more than the scars and fears that define me.
Perhaps I can rewrite the story, finding the courage to believe in my worth,
To see myself as capable of love, growth, and renewal, even in fragility,
For beauty lies in the most broken pieces if we have the courage to look,
In this journey of self-discovery, light shines through the cracks,
And perhaps we will learn to love ourselves not despite our flaws, but because of them,
For true beauty blooms when we dare to see the brilliance within us.
Whose brain?.......
Did you put in?......
Abby Someone....
Let me think.........
The label... on the jar....
read....Abby Normal....
I think.........
A creative monster.....
living inside..........
....................her head.
Who;
Does labor?
in the
Laboratory
of a
Creative Life?
It is.......the......
abnormal brain.
Sewn together
under
experiments....
With ;
Thoughts streaming
under .......high....
electrical currents.
A lightening......
fast speed........
In a moment of
.............. Ideas.
(inspired by)
"Mary Shelley's......Frankenstein"
her quote
"Beware; for I am fearless and therefore powerful."
and
Mel Brooks. "Young Frankenstein." Movie.