Long Loser Poems
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They said they would do it
And done it they did,
But little they know
They’ve lifted the lid.
The kettle is boiling,
The heat never more,
I’m ready and waiting
To even the score.
Revenge is my hammer,
My words knives to throw,
Those dithering fools
They’ll reap what they sow.
Pelosi’s a patsy,
So devious and mean,
But Schiff’s the real loser,
I’ll make that toad scream.
Impeach me for what,
Merely a ploy,
A political stunt
To maim and destroy.
Little they realize
Those bumbling schemers,
The country’s aware
They’re delusional dreamers.
The Senate’s my tool
To dismantle this thing
And then mark my words,
I’ll make their ears ring.
They meddle with me
At their peril and grief,
Their victory dance
Pathetic and brief.
This 45th President,
So great and so strong,
Will rule yet a while,
For sure four years long.
The Musician
I need a singer, to sing me a song;
Anytime of the day, I will need her love.
I need her beauty, to shine as she sings;
Or I need to hear her scream in sympathy.
My eternal sunshine, you look divine,
Beneath the light that shines, to show me your smile.
My love is yours to behold, my life.
I allow you to see through me; to see inside.
To see what is real;
Like the pain I feel without you near.
I wish this heart would pick a new career;
Because it is useless at love; it’s like me - a loser.
All I ask for, is you to sing a song I choose;
A rock song, a reggae number,
An indy tune, rap, comedy or something other;
Like a poem I wrote, after having a smoke.
My poetry has rhythm, so any poem could become a song…almost.
But if you find a song of mine you like;
Take it within your soul, for the rest of your life.
For I shall always write another,
For it is my hobby, my job, my love, my career.
So I pray you hear the words I speak;
For one day I could write the words for you to sing.
If you understand me,
Then be with me.
Read all my poetry and songs…
If you want to know the real me.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
No beginning; no ending;No seekers; no finders
No loser; no finders; No darkness; no light
No light; no life; No test; no testimony
No work; no money;No bees; no honey
No sowing; no reaping; No seed; no crop
No vines; no wines; No crop; no grain
No clouds; no rain; No harvest; no breakfast
No pain; no gain; No thorns; no roses
No pitch; no hit; No downs; no ups
No till and toil; No fertile soil
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Speech Gets Silenced
8/23/2023
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If you follow all laws and pay all your taxes.
Prepare for FEDS to come after you.!
If you dare worry about your rightful safety in Texas
You may be considered to be planning a coup?
If you have a good job, saved for your future. then ….you are evil
If you believe in the American Constitution
You are under suspicion for planning civil upheave?
For all these things, the President sees you as evil, to be locked
away in an institution
But if you are an addict,, kill people, steal or remain for
years and jobless and in the dole?
However, if you follow laws and have done
good for this nation…are less than moles.
Even if you are dork or an alcoholic, your
background is pristine and spotless.
Grouchy, loser DA’s want only the good.
in striped suits in prison institutions!
They see a girl with attitude.
I see a girl with walls as high as a fortress — built to protect her losing sanity, or the innocence that was once brutally crumbled.
They see a girl with defenses.
I see a girl who flinches at loud sounds, at a single touch — who has darkness in her eyes and numbness in her body.
They see a girl so strong.
I see a girl barely holding it together, hoping for death, smiling through her pain.
They see a girl who's quiet.
I see a girl who stopped shouting — not because the pain vanished, but because the people did.
I see someone who stopped caring, who stopped offering opinions.
They see a girl so successful.
I see a girl who had to succeed — not for fame, but to survive, to prove she wasn’t a loser, to forget her demons.
I see a girl who smiles while crying inside — who cares for everyone, even when they left her alone.
I see myself in this girl.
Only to realize that I’m standing in front of a mirror —
Far more broken than her.
Or maybe…
Than me.
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from the utterance of the clouds I can understand now
there is no particular season which may be called as rainy
in any time those weak-days may be drenched
the water-mark of the candles may exist after the sun rises
now whether it was a wrong way or a wrong going
that debate is still on
2
you put the age over my shoulders
but I can’t roar so much why
my anger is then no more a child
if the yellow colour means the disappearance of whiteness
from the locked-teeth then the bird will fly
with its beaks getting experienced
when all one around here
wants to be the seed of the intellectual grass
how much relevant is such a mute lamp-post
3
the morning of the clouds awakes
touching the line of rains
another giant night keeps waiting
in the darkness of the other
that delta rises in the secret water of the river
where with the songs of the birds
the hot coffee acquires the lips
the hands are as if like very known creepers
the tree is in search for a brown body
to which if a marriage could be organised
the thought of the disturbed walls also disappears
4
I am sitting here in this shadow-hell
unfurling a paper on the strong storm
before night comes keep your face up
from the silky letter
and let me see you
I would not go to that fabrics again
of late I have turned into stone by heavy rain-fall
now heat is required in equal measure
for which I shall have to become loser in every game
afterwards with my dusts
this paper will fly away
you recreate me with a new fever
Reality wasn't what I saw when faced with challenges
greater than I could imagine, and to deny truth I made up
excuses to hide from all; ah! Who was the real loser?
All I had to do was reach out, and not fear the outcome
but my sight was blocked by a thick blindfold,
I was the typical blind man struggling on a cane led by a dog,
not pitying myself...I assumed it was utter fate!
As a bright child with an innovative vision, I had different dreams,
many plans to raise above others and be praised;
and dreaming, I was compelled to deny truth, transforming myself
into someone relying on hope, rather than faith!
O eyes that once beheld glory, your sky was radiant as spring...
when lovely days led to quite, serene nights!
O heart that was amazed by the grandeur of creation, nothing was
more gratifying than that sublime moment!
Today that veil preventing light from shining, has been lifted to unfold
a treasure without gold, that treasure wealthy men don't own;
no riches can be compared to this wisdom
learned with patience...is there a need to deny truth?
Time came when she could no longer afford her pretty makeup.
No money for saloon, she couldn’t imagine the kind of life she had given up.
And the child she gave birth to wasn’t brown skinned
So her and Mr. Peter could no longer put up.
She was working hard trying to convince him that she was a good wife.
But Mr Peter got Haniphah who was prettier and thought would change his life.
Mama Nisha was no longer the pretty angel but just a housewife.
This is a story of a single mother's life.
She is a warrior.
She has got the courage.
She is no stranger to life.
She seeks no new face.
She doesn't need your sympathy.
She knows she is a good mother.
She moves out and finds a bedsitter for her and her little girl Nisha.
She is a soldier with a baby as a uniform in the battle field of life.
All night long she sings a song, “Tulo Tulo kwata Nisha”.
She moves on with her life.
With a smile on her face like she's got no regrets from yesterday.
She needs a man.
But the one she has got is out there having fun with another woman.
So she decides to take her time.
Because she doesn’t want to get another who is just like the other.
Her feet have walked on broken glass.
And won’t stop just for another heartbreak.
Mama Nisha is a village woman.
All she knew was to respect her man.
But then he left her, he left with Haniphah.
Now she knows more, she knows her worth.
She won’t wait for a loser or settle for less.
She knows she needs a real man.
One who won't love her for her makeup.
But rather love her for her beautiful smile and the makeup on her brains.
She knows she has got a daughter to raise.
She has got bills to pay.
And to Nisha, she is the mother and the father.
Every morning, she puts Nisha on her back.
As she out to face the world.
She needs to hustle so they can eat.
Bills are high let alone the cost of living is high.
Taking baby steps to change her life.
She knows she will reach no turn back.
She doesn’t pray for luck.
She only prays she never gets stuck.
Mama Nisha is a single Mother.
"There is no love like a mother's love"
I die of thirst beside the fountain
I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth
In my own country I'm in distant land
Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in tears with hope and despair
I cheer up after feeling sad and hopelessness
I'm joyful and no pleasure's anywhere
I'm powerful and lack all power and strength
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I'm sure of nothing but that is uncertain
Find nothing obscure but the obvious
Doubt nothing but the certainties
Knowledge to me is cheer comfort
I keep winning but remain the loser
At dawn I say 'God bless and good night.'
Lying down I'm afraid of falling
I'm rich I haven't a penny
I await an inheritance; I'm no one's heir
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I always work and labour hard
To acquire goods I don't even want
Kind words irritate me most
He who speaks true deceives me worst
A friend is someone who makes me think
A white swan is a black crow
The people who harm me think they help
Lie and truth today I see through them
I remember everything, my mind's a blank
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Merciful may it be to please you know who
I understand much and have no wit learning
I'm biased against all laws impartially
What do I do next? Redeem my pawn goods!
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Earth can hear you
better when invited
to wisely engage,
to co-invest in healthy experiences
and wealthy images
of our mutual care
and strained
constrained neglect.
She watches
as you wonder
again
If humanity
fully defines what Earth's animals are
together on our best Earth Day
because our DNA roots grow back
into prime sacred relationship
of win/win balanced oxygen
synergizing hydrogen.
She invites us to stop
degenerating toxic alternative universes
Loser egos inside
eco-asystemic losses
Chaotically swirling
against organizing organic life
Wiped out by industrial ammonia
and disempowering bleach
Like acidic agents of Orange
with pits
and poisons
of privileged pukey Peach.