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What could bring about
World War three,
Which continent could it be,
To unlock the frustrations of the poor,
From within their very core,
And unleash their long felt wrath,
A wrath that arose from an,
Impoverished and hopeless path.
This wrath would be unleashed
On the Rich and elite,
Bringing forward millions of feet,
As there is a huge dividing line,
It is just a matter of time,
Until the poor will rise,
And want to claim first prize!
Countries must now unite,
To settle this breadline fight
For a pungent smell of war,
And blood and tears
And desperate fears,
Lurk worldwide,
Across earth's length,
And breadth,
From North to South,
And East to West,
Because we did not listen
To a poor man's plea.
Wake up Planet Earth,
Education brings dialogue,
And dialogue the key,
Which could open many a door,
For the sadly stricken poor.
Planet Earth must agree,
Going forward in this way,
Will engage them to have their say,
But will equality ever arrive,
Will the working class ever
Work an eight to five,
And the elite would they ever
Stop their wine and dine,
Man is greedy
And has a beady eye,
He is also needy,
And uses and reuses the 'I'
So equality is the magic word,
Rejoice, let us join hands
And bring together this planets lands.
A smile that warms her heart.
With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.
No one to listen or believe what he saw.
For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.
A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.
After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.
She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
Its not something her children could understand fully.
Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.
I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.
"My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain."
(Richard, Act 5 Scene 3)The Tragedy of Richard The Third, Shakespeare
Richard the Third was an evil, tyrant, a murderer. Ugly and unloved, deformed and hateful.
Shakespeare wrote this grim play, long with words and lines, with meditations, and death,
to infuse in us Richard the Third's villainous short rise to power . . .
Richard III, confesses to murdering King Henry the VI. He ordered many others to be
murdered also or put in the Tower of London, for extended stays ?
He presents himself as the true heir. A gentle and kind man. Pretending to be modest,
devout and humble. Anyone who protests is executed, brutally.
He claims that two children the true heirs are illegitimate and orders that they be killed,
and so they are. With no one in his way, he claims the throne of England.
But, his dreams are full of the ghosts of his victims. He wakes screaming to Jesus for help.
He is alone in his misery, making him even more miserable.
He loses popularity as his ways become known. His followers are stepping back. No longer
supporting him. It is a matter of time . . .
On a battle field, he is unhorsed. Shakespeare pens his famous quote, "a horse, a horse,
my kingdom for a horse." He is killed on that battle field but by who ? Many tales are told.
A bit of history. Richard the Third's remains were found and confirmed, in a former Greyfriars
Friary in Leicester, England in September 2012. The bones did indicate a curve to the spine.
Later, he was reburied with a grand funeral where anyone can visit now . . . But, did he deserve
a grand funeral ?
For the years to come I want you to be upstanding
Cheering me on as I'll be picking up my accolades
For the hard work that I've put through the years
It was a matter of time before everyone saw my star
Some saw it as far as Burj Khalifa, Dubai
Under the desert skies full of humidity
And just like the towering skyscrapers there
I'll be piling one accolades after the other
For years I wrote in the confine of my mind
Until I was able to write in other people's minds
I live in most of them, that's why I even got here
For they didn't have to see the light for them to follow
Some saw it in the struggle as I labored to rhyme
Till it came so easy for me that's why I've been delivering
Each & every time that's why I make you all smile
Cause its happiness I spread & spread something more ??
Remain upstanding just a little more
Till I take to that stage and say my speech
Cause all those days and nights lead to this
But it's all you who believed that have kept me going
The PO£T
TRAVAILS OF A NON-INSOMNIAC
Everything around was going peacefully and fine
until a new family occupied the flat above mine.
The cacophony at the day time is rather tolerable,
but the noise that rattled the night is unbearable.
When it’s time for me to sleep every single night
their nocturnal activities begin, imagine my plight.
Tables and chairs make unending creaking crawl,
heavy footsteps on floor, the ceiling seems to fall.
The broken sleep tortured takes a fatigued flight
leaving me anguished ranting on pillow whole night.
Repeated requests haven’t yet yielded any result,
being insomniac, I’m falsely told, isn’t theirs, my fault.
After nightly torment I’m in so much of mental strain,
it’s a matter of time when sleep starved I’ll go insane.
I don’t know what I should do now, I have no clue,
would anybody care to advise me if I should sue.
December 26, 2018
If there be a time as before
If moments isn’t to be now
If the forgotten can be recalled
If moments pass can be found
However, time never is in control
Simply moments as judged... unnoticed
With time... might humanities only enroll
Yet as professionals... we are to remain as novice
To only move along... nothing more
Did you come along... have you accepted?
Have you memories adored?
Have you thoughts in certain adopted?
That seen be burned into memory
A matter of time if you’ll once again remember
Perhaps alike humming to a lost melody
Before all be lost to be forgotten forever
Shall there be a time as before?
Moments if not to be now
The forgotten never more to recall
For moments now to be found
Why are we here on earth,
because the Lord has something for us each to do.
He has not told us what it is,
but it is not to pine over lost love.
It is said he never gives us more then we can handle,
we just need to work at finding our way.
Life can not always be peaches and cream,
we must be ready to take the bad with the good.
Life will not always be what we expect it to be,
we must open our eyes that we may see.
A person should never feel they are not needed,
we need someone and someone needs us.
Though it may not be the person we want it to be,
someone is out there it may just be a matter of time.
To grieve over a lost love one is to be expected,
to go through life alone is not what anyone expects.
We need only to open our eyes and believe...
I am needed ...I am wanted ...by someone.
Someone is out there waiting for me,
a real live human Being...I just need to believe.
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Our Zulu village was desperate; so many people were dying.
We knew it was time to send someone to collect impundulu eggs.
Let’s send the captive boy, someone suggested. He was from another village.
If the lightning bird got him, who would care?
But he seems rather nice, Grandmother Lionheart said. Let’s send Petebert.
Petebert’s mother was oversized and overbearing, so that did not work.
Finally it was decided that Gabsma, the captive boy should be sent.
He nodded his head as if he understood but was gone for a month.
On the thirty-first day a human-sized lightning bird attacked our village.
It landed on Petebert, killing him. We watched in horror as she drank his blood.
Is that a shape shifter or an impundulu? I wondered, fearful to get close.
No matter, the head witch doctor told us. We will have to send someone else.
I ran screaming from the village after piercing black his eyes landed on me.
His lighting bird familiar caught me and dragged me back.
I knew my death was only a matter of time.
I drank my psychedelic medication eagerly.
He was a success and on top of the world,
But his triumph came at a great price,
Had stepped on too many lives,
Up the ladder to the top.
He sat behind a big mahogany desk,
And soon knew he was over his head,
Was not prepared for the task,
For someone at the top.
Tried to hide the big mistake by pretending,
But all the executives knew,
It was just a matter of time,
Before he would be through.
He was among so many that greed has warped,
Ambitions and skill could not support,
But was promoted to the top,
Of his incompetence.
Blood on the ladder of success.
Not a sign of progress,
Whatever the worldview,
It’s a crime, nonetheless.
Sweet is only a matter of taste gentle for the soul who dosnt dearve the kind words
She dosnt prejudge she only contemaplates
The outcome
that'll be the final verdict she say's don't worry if you was figjting for the wrong cause it'd be plain for all to see
And as I behold the spell she dosnt even blink to cast
It's her burning desire yet to be fully understood
A compelling conversation she seeks to engage
to initiate. And then there's a need she feels
A pull so strong its a battle to fight back
Minds can't deny tell me tragedy can be prevented
Tell me disaster is only a matter of time
a matter is only a moment that never last forever
See now you know the unspoken is so dear gravity dares me to take the plunge
Her heart signals me to look in her eyea I look and see stealth and secretive thoughts she can't seem to hide, success to those who succeed I'm only sweet till you feel the sorrow I still hear the souls that scream for the unjustice that was done
a minute is a memory yet the hours they spend strengthimg the needy is a powershift, strickly the advantage is clear, others see but don't say a word
message I no longer attempt