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They say your color defines you,
that it is your identity,
that pigment must determine what
it is that you choose to believe.
You are no individual,
just lumped in arbitrary groups,
if you don’t buy what they’re selling
then the bastards come after you.
You’re an Uncle Tom, a Twinkie,
an Apple or a Coconut,
tou’re a sell-out or a traitor,
to be hated no matter what.
You’ve never been human to them,
just a vote for which they pay,
if you want a meaningful life
then it’s time to walk away.
They say that gender is all fluid,
that there are no women or men,
yet still insist all ‘real’ females
are gonna have to vote for them.
They declare that reality
is what they’re ‘feeling’ in their hearts,
that you can be a manly man
even if you’re lacking the parts.
To say that youe real gender
might influence how you think
will fill them full of rage and get
you fired within a blink.
Despite thousands of millennia,
the truth of it they cannot say,
if you would see things as they are
then you have got to walk away.
They sat that we need tolerance,
to appreciate differences,
by the way they act I wonder
if they even know what that is.
Borrow from another culture
and they cry ‘appropriation!’
Forgetting that we’ve always thrived
on free assimilation.
And God forbid you win power
and they suffer a defeat,
they cry ‘fascist,’ put on black masks,
then assault people in the street.
Elections, see, are only cool
if it’s their side that wins the day.
Should you believe that people rule
then you are bound to walk away.
They sat that it is quite alright
to dictate what’s ‘hateful’ speech,
forgetting that hard arguments
can enlighten folks, and teach.
They always come after your guns,
saying it is for your own good,
leaving free folk vulnerable
to all tyrants, thugs, and hoods.
They say that all religions are
superstitious and absurd
but never will dare to blaspheme
all their hallowed leftist words.
They paint a smile on their lips
to hide just how much they hate,
and if you would live a moral life
then it’s time you walk away.
Dark denizens of the night
gathering in ill-lit backrooms
haunts of the night
They tease each other with
rouged cheeks, their mascara
their pimply breasts, shaved legs
Some are known for tantalizing
tempting striptease, revealing
hairy chests and knobby knees
Their hardened faces greeting poor
unsuspecting 'straights,' who, horrified
run screaming off into the night
And now the Left has lumped these
misbegotten sickos of the night
in with today's 'civil rights movement'
of transgenders, kweers, and worse
too debauched to describe, to be
celebrated in 'Drag Queen Shows'
in our public libraries, where America introduces
her precious youngsters into the fraudulent
creepy cabals of Satanism, endorsed by 'leaders' gone mad
AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
if the one issue is murder,
murder’s number one,
let’s ignore “the truth”
“put on this blindfold
listen to my soothing words.
i’m your mama.
no, i’m not pulling your leg.
don’t look at the man behind the curtain
nor the puppeteer.
ignore the split; pretend
it’s a banana split, all pretty.
put a bow on it.
don’t worry; you don’t need to look.”
look the other way.
traffic’s coming;
but it’s not you who gets “hit”
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, in-laws
missing from the family line.
who cares for those lumped
into a heap of parts;
parts for sale
sell the koolaid
in all its l-o-v-e-l-y hues —
choose is the flavor of the day
obey the almighty parade
of fame and fortune
the “sacrifices” don’t even warrant
a burial plot
1/24/2021
Then the Lord said to Cain, Where is your brother Abel?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The LORD SAID, “What have you done? LISTEN!
Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.”
Genesis 4:9-10 NIV
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tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas of tortured, brick walls
this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful tear ravished by sins doubly committed
by spiked wrists slit by eyes’ deceit on pelted rain,
cracks of tinctured vapors stain these suds not quite acquitted
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still, there are tears robed in delight of embroidered nights
and perching there, radiance’s rafters spin overlapping joy,
swarming the soul with giant suds whitening all whites
as giggles lift cottoned pillows only love’s fullness can buoy
i think of rekindled homes knighted by flutes’ ripeness
where children paddle days virginal without attic of fears
a maze of hoisted jaunts open zipped stars’ need for madness,
in times marinated gingerly sweet by life’s lush beat... such are tears,
they cleanse all. they crawl out of soul’s dual spears.
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(( for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's " Personify a Tear ))
by nette onclaud
My soul leaves sixteen minutes after I reach the bed.
It’s not that I have it timed, it’s that I know
Without knowing how I know
Hear those gentle puffy breaths?
They come from my body, automatically.
I am not in there, and she does not care.
No concern. At last she can fully relax.
Because I have been released.
My soul is zooming around, checking out the night people.
I travel from alley to honkytonk, looking on, amazed.
As people do what people do naturally in the middle of the night.
Thinking the world cannot see them.
I see, and I smirk. Glad I know how to astral travel.
Thank you Daddy for this gift.
He lumped it into being a psychic.
I attribute it to being an empath; no matter.
I am here now.
It is now three thirty a.m.
There is a silence in the world that cannot be explained.
People have paired up and are having sex in cars or apartments.
There is a smell of urine in the air thanks to the homeless.
I travel to a far off hill and enjoy a hoot owl’s call.
Bam! The silver thread pulls me back to my body.
I go in kicking and screaming
as usual
Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
Contest Judged: 8/30/2025 4:27:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 5, 2025
When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.
In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would beam—
a punch-line where the fear had been.
When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin,
I let the silly light writhe in.
A meme, a whirl , a silly song—
made aching days feel less so long.
No, humour incurable or patch,
But it's the ally, not made to part.
It doesn't silence, hurt or truth,
but let me smirk with my aching tooth.
So here's my laugh, though life gushes beneath,
it's how I rise, not how I lament!
It was love at first sight
Thought of you every night
Can’t stop thinking of you
What am I gonna do?
Blinding love at first sight
It was love at first sight
me feeling high as a kite
Ah, but this too shall pass
searching for greener grass
Crazy love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love’s cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Blinding, crazy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
but not all black and white
If I throw caution to wind
will my life then upend?
Stormy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Why am I so uptight?
Will i be lumped with fools,
An exception to rules?
Scary love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Stormy, scary love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Dizzying passage of rite
Love is blind at what cost?
Best to have loved then lost?
All’s fair in love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Can two wrongs make a right?
One plus one’s never two
when one’s heart isn’t true
Fickle love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ All‘s fair in fickle love at first sight
Hey Universe
Why you coming at me so hard?
Did I do some sht to piss ya off?
Or you just playing some evil part?
Its all getting kinda rough
Im not nearly tough enough
To get through this & come up
been kickin me down so much
Im bruised & lumped up
in every possible spot I can touch
I've already accepted i got no luck
But seriously, like what the fck?
You Actin like a fckin schmuck
When all I ever be asking for
Is acceptance & love
Got me questioning what i did
that was so wrong?
Sht been so bad for so long
I just wana finally
find where I belong
I wanna smile forreal n not
Have to fake how I feel
Breaking down every day bc
I cant deal
An honestly idek if
All of this is even real
...I hope not
Have had this beard since 1962
Without it would sure be unsightly
Have a severe case of sleep apnea
A face mask must fit tightly
To solve it, may have to shave it off
Or I'll lose my right to drive
The danger is falling asleep at the wheel
But my eyes are always open wide
We all get lumped together it seems
If the tests prove the danger is real
I'll lose my independence forever after
Since my teens, been behind the wheel
Feels like I've reached a whole new plateau
A plateau that was so far away
Next I'll be spoon fed by an elderly nurse
In a home... oh happy day!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sister
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Sister .. sister
when in euphoria
I ponder on you
the bridge you were
through hard day's
and tough age stage's.
The pillows we lumped on..
Dumping your consoling comforts.
The memorys of the roughest
fences you helped me over
to reach offerings
and pickings of peach trees
which we were hungry to.
We fell into trenches
and felt like stooges.
You would scold me..
And lulabye's we would sing
when cleaning our teeth.
Toothpaste we shared
and the bread we ate after.
We had no rules and
you let me have the most.
Sister.. sister
My keeper bodyguard..
Always the most underated
in the family.
When I was cold
You were a jersey
and head rest
in a pink dress.
My parent surrogate
My tower
My refuge.