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I don't know what I want to write
But I will write about dependent vs. independent
As our nation is getting ready to celebrate the Fourth of July - our national holiday - Independence Day
I just want to take a moment to reminisce of what happened
and why it's so important that we shouldn't forget this day
We became independent from England through blood, sweat, and tears
So many lives have been lost then and even now
to maintain our level of independence that we now crave
We cannot afford to become dependent on any nations, least of all - ours
We have to depend on God
We cannot be sufficient on our own
God did not make us that way
The minute we say we are
That is when we fall
We have to remember independence means independence from bondage, ties, and restrictions
That is what freedom is all about
God gives us freedom
But He can take it away
If we are not careful
the only freedom we have is from ourselves
We can cultivate freedom
but unless we respect it
it wouldn't be ours
We have to respect the freedom of others
Give them a voice
So that we have a voice
We cannot give something we don't have
Just like they cannot give something they don't have
"Give us freedom or give us death"
You heard that before
It is so precious
We have to treasure it
And unless we know where it is coming from
We are never going to value it
It's from the blood of the men and women
who fight and fought for you and me
It's from the God on high
who is watching over us
We are independent but we are not independent from God
We are dependent but we are not dependent on other man
We will always be dependent but only to the one God - Himself
That is the way He made it
Take care and take heart
Independence is calling you
Rise up to the level He made you to be
"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last"
It's a quote from Martin Luther King Jr.
Are you free?
Open your mind, as I rekindle an old fire,
of a great man's dream, a great man's desire
Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream he said,
in an era, in which many people he had led
He envisioned a new world in his minds eye,
dying for that vision, yet his dream didn't die
Dreams of a new world where kindness is not new
Where loving thy neighbor was, the thing to do
Every culture, and color could live as one
No wars to fight, because all have been won
Different is normal, no longer being bad
None fear the unknown, the knowledge is had
No one is perfect, and none feels hate
Each of us are in control, of our very own fate
With all men being equal, with no more unjust
Transforming, all mankinds hatred into trust
A great man dreamed, dying showing us how
Only we can achieve his dream for him now
An older poem posted now for M.L.K. JR's birthday
"The Greatest American Ever Born"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Usually, throughout the history of all things
The strongest of all is the one they call king
The greatest would be the one who would let Freedom ring
That's the idea of America, how long did it take you to join the team
Paul Revere rode for it, history says people could hear him scream
Since Washington is the champ, he gets the first green
We all know someone like Jefferson, he smiles in your face, you know that scheme
And everybody Loves Benjamin, turn something on and see what I mean
"All men are created equal" by the hypocrites is the song they sing
Then history says Lincoln Freed the slaves followed by decades of lynchings
But credit Grant with 50, his victory is supreme
And then enter the Great Depression with the New Deal Roosevelt brings
And Kennedy wanted Peace but learned the truth about how bullets sting
And Malcolm said color shouldn't keep a man from defending
And now we've got Obama, Martin's progress trending
Slowly swaying from the drama, the needed end to social lean
Where we can all reach the place where True Love is redeemed
And the one who achieves that will be the greatest, it seems
And the only one I've seen is the one who had a dream
That's why if Martin Luther were alive, he would have been proud to call Michael "King"
note: Martin Luther King, Jr. was actually named Michael Luther King, Jr. at birth, and his father changed both of their names in honor of the great protestant reformer, Martin Luther.
As I take a look back, I look back what my life was
to what it became and only I can stop the rain
yeah dats my M.O. and trust me these poems
ain't nothin but a lyrical masterpiece
so to me it's my poetic memo
so dats what iz, and I been sanctified lyrically
to unify, be a role model to these teens thats
thinking bout suicide and I'm done choosing sides
so my mental is like do or die, who am I
I'm dat street corner dat these street pharmaceutical
thugs, gang banga's hugged when this world became too much
but honestly it's never enough and hate is everywhere
love used to be ain't nobody trying to overcome
it just looks like slavery and civil rights woke up
from extinction, the smell, stench, and resdue
the devil left still resides on the hemisphere
but who really cares anymore it's all about
making it threw the storm and lyrically
August 2004 a poet was born so in memory of the late
great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. so will I take my throne
raise up every lost soul till the good Lord carries me home
in the same manner Jesus left so thats why I keep my
right fist in the sky and beat on my chest
the word of GOD resides in my left breast
Words would fail me if I might assay
To articulate the courage of this man.
The numerous facets of his dossier
Are subject for song in a distant land.
Awakened in youth from serene dreams
By the melodious blast of Israel’s horn.
Tall standing received earth’s esteems,
Accepting God’s charge wherefore he was born.
His marble image cleaves the bluest sky,
And his halo is now a crown about his brow.
His peace of mind earth can no longer deny,
For he has now fulfilled his earthly vow.
It can only suppose with the midnight of the mind,
What may be reason’s welcome morning star.
One day he may return even more divine,
With a holier task from God who reigns from afar.
There’s no thunder heard from Sinai’s height,
And we see no parting waves at Jordan’s bank.
We have followed no truer soldier in our darkest night,
And now are marching on bravely in file and rank.
Rolling on in faith toward the welcome dawn,
The good fight won he’s earned the honor of Moses.
Now trekking the soul’s desert to the divine throne,
He follows God’s light up the street of yellow roses.
Memphis heat in April
3 days past the fool
If you ask me the fool would be
In what this man would do
He would grab hold of a nation
This man without a clue
That every color's equal
In the land of Red, White, and Blue
From what I see it seems to me
We lost something in-between
This nation full of sorrow
Needs another Martin Luther King
There will always be that someone
Who doesn't understand
That takes the measure of our worth
Into their own blood soaked hands
You can cry foul if you want to
But it won't do you much good
When peace, love, and understanding
Are never understood
From what I see it seems to me
We lost something in-between
This nation full of hatred
Needs another Martin Luther King
When you have those who force themselves
On the innocent among
Who take more than they're given
Violence does not make one strong
More instagator than peace maker
All vying for the top
With no care for a solution
In helping this to stop
From what I see it seems to me
We lost something in-between
A nation now without a clue
Needs another Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King Jr.
(January 18, 1929- April 3, 1968)
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend -
Martin Luther King Jr.
In your eyes I see you burn inside in the fire of anger,
the tongue spitting out the dirt of the vitriolic mind,
the sense of sanity turning into soaring ashes of rage,
shrouded in smoke you lose the threads of reason.
I don’t run away from you, seeking a safe seclusion,
nor do I retaliate igniting another flame to sear,
for fire can’t extinguish nor can it contain any fire.
I embrace you with my soul, you can’t incinerate.
I emanate from my heart the fervent fountain of love,
drenching you with the cool shower of compassion.
From the edge of mental wreck you emerge composed,
rise from the debris of repentance, wisely transformed.
October 18, 2020
Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Rosa Louise McCauley Parks
On December 1, 1955 She lit up a huge spark
She refused to give up her seat that day on the bus
Instead, she proudly sat, made faces and ignored the fuss
Rosa Louise McCauley Parks (1913 – 2005) was an African American civil right’s activist and seamstress whom the U.S. Congress dubbed the “Mother of the Modern-Day Civil Rights Movement”.Parks is famous for her refusal on 1 December 1955, to obey bus driver James Blake’s demand that she relinquish her seat to a white man. Her subsequent arrest and trial for this act of civil disobedience triggered the Montgomery Bus Boycott, one of the largest and most successful mass movements against racial segregation in history, and launched Martin Luther King, Jr., one of the organizers of the boycott, to the forefront of the civil rights movement. Her role in American history earned her an iconic status in American culture, and her actions have left an enduring legacy for civil rights movements around the world. (From wikipedia)
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. - Martin Luther King, Jr.
Light, racing from the heavens to the earth
Blazing through shadows and resting on dreams,
Painting the dawn in gentle peace…
Light, laughing like the wind in the trees
Promising the soul to always quiet the grief,
Erasing the darkness with sensations of grace…
Light, reflecting the music of joy’s embrace
Singing to the moments who silence the rain,
Kindling a feeling, blazing with melodies of gratitude…
Light, sighing into the mists rising around the peaks,
Kissing each thought with a blend of intimacy and love,
Telling the heart to listen, hear the beautiful glistening…
Light, dancing like the twisting of a storm’s silhouette,
Inviting the soul to hear the meaning of elation,
Trembling with pearls of wisdom, the gentling praise…
Light, rousing the wisps of language and faith,
Reassuring the moments, unburdened by doubts,
Even the hills seem to cry out with a longing for the sparks…
Light, beaming from the clouds with an invitation,
Moments awaiting the crispness of dew flavored dawns,
Stirring the spirit to hear the songs played by the heart…
Light, echoing over the alluring moments, mysteries,
In tones of feathery favors, mercies falling over the night,
Healing the memories of a past filled with fears, tears…
Light, softly playing poetry, flowing through the mind,
Rebuilding the dreams with a sense of love’s bliss,
Secreting the memories in the crisp, clear autumn notes…
Light, quivering, quaking with a need to breathe,
Erasing the darkness with the wonder of a new day,
Smiling through the branches, clinging to the prayers…
Light, a moment when God glances through the fog,
Enthuses the spirit to read the effortless hues, flowing,
Leaving the feelings in tune with adoration from a soul…
Light, listening to the blessings, faithful like yesterday,
Piercing the present with its remembrance – the music,
Liquid sun, slipping past the branches in a creative praise of God!
Would you still love me if I wasn’t a poet?
Sensing my spirit, my rhythms, my rhymes…
Musings revealing me, one breath at a time!
HERO DAY
From the depths of history, their stories unfold,
Of black men and women with spirits untold,
In defiance of chains, they rose above,
Their hearts relentless, fueled by love.
African kings and queens, proud and revered,
Adorned with grace, their power endeared,
Leading their people, with wisdom profound,
In the face of oppression, their courage resound.
Through the darkness of the Middle Passage,
They carried hope amidst a barbaric rampage,
Spirits unbowed, though shackled in chains,
They saw the light, as liberation rains.¹²
From Harriet Tubman's guiding light,
To Frederick Douglas, marinating insight,
They fought for justice, their souls ablaze,
Braving dangers, in emancipation's maze.
The echoes of Sojourner's words ring true,
"Am I not a human, deserving rights too?"
Disrupting conventions, they questioned it all,
Their voice a clarion, tearing down walls.²°
Astride the saddle, majestic and strong,
Buffalo Soldiers, their honour belongs,
Protecting the frontier with unyielding might,
They battled adversity and darkness took flight.
In Montgomery, a humble seamstress arose,
Rosa Parks, unwavering, her bravery shows,
With courage on her side, she took her stand,
Reclaiming her dignity, a symbol in her hand.
Martin Luther King Jr., a visionary light,
His dream etched in hearts, day and night,³°
With words as his weapon, love as his shield,
He shattered barriers, equality revealed.
So, let us pay homage to the valiant hearts,
Who bridged the bondage and mount heights
Their heroics celebrated, their stories embraced,
In their triumphs, the spirit of freedom is traced.
"Hero Day" we name it, with honor and cheer,
A dedication to the heroes, far and near,
For their bravery, their triumphs we hail,
In unity, their legacy shall forever prevail.4°
Dedicated to: African-Americans and Africans in diaspora
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.