Long Label Poems

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Moon

(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.


Premium Member Saturday Night On Sorority Row

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
Form: Rhyme

Guilt

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’
Form: Rhyme

Stupid Is All You See

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
Form: Verse

Beautiful Day

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
Form: Rhyme


Conditioned

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.
Form: Rhyme

Unmusking the lies - to Elon Musk


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.
Form: List

Premium Member Middle Aged White Guy

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
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member I see myself as a fragile thread in the vast tapestry of existence

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.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

They Call Her Abby Normal-Theatre of the Absurd

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.

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