Long Minority Poems
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Up the hill upon a rickety stool
I watched afloat
With clouds of lonesomeness for company
The richest streams flow
From a source of dreams they come
The wails a song so rich, yet the reality of the source so poor
Oh! Oh! Destiny unfulfilled, regrets come to life
It is a clash of reality that was, reality that is and reality yet to be
Hope, the fight that is our nature faintly lingers
Can he go on? Where is his chance? Does it exist at all?
With a chest heave and a pinch of optimism, the stage is set for reality yet to be
With the strings of destiny for a guide
Tomorrow takes root in the present
It is not his chance, destiny repeats it’s self
Oh! Oh! Destiny is yet again unfulfilled
Regrets roots even deeper and the clash continues like it never was
An endless loop of dreams flowing as tears
For that is the controversial destiny of the majority living and hoping for a destiny of the minority
Onen Aaron
Destroyed
By Nathan Hannen
Hello, Hello, Are you there?, Said the animal to the human
Yes, Oh yes, Im here to kill you, Renounce your habitats
Ruiner of nature and all that's good, What do you think you are doing?
What I have been told, My lordship
But what is your vocation?, And what is your motivation to commit such cruelty?
Oh ease your bickering, My chimney's must smoke
I live in this world with you too, And I will choke my heart dead
T'is a shame, Oh little creation, Knowing you are lesser
My brethren will cull you, And extinct your kind with guns
Listen, Oh creature of damnation, The need for guns is void
Oh, Cunning minority with no strength, Why is this?
You will force upon us all, Black and disease, A vile putrid stench
You will be the smoke of your chimney, The poisoner of your offspring
Ah, So it seems you speak of caution and danger unto me
My earth poisoners will swipe their tongues, Acidic your homes
I scarcely believe your idiocy for there is no need for the end
My lord belongs to me, As does yours, Turn your bearings, Malice
I have no lord you creature of sin and spoil, He knows not me
Oh human, Oh human, He will come one day and pillage you
Foolish one with no normal heart and decrepit bones, Ebb away, Recede
My home, Oh my poor children, Playing in the chimney's, They choke
The animals are but dust, And the trees, Oh the trees, They are just rust
Human ruiner, You failed to take heed, Why so is this?
Oh lord, My vision in life, I have served in frivolity
No, This is what your service has amounted to, My lord what rubbish
The End.
Form:
You captured my heart a world apart
I must say with every new passing day
My thoughts in dismay
I want you here with me
That sets our spirits free
Why can't all those men just let you be
Dear our time is very near
I want to make all of this clear
My promise to you is sincere
In no way should you ever fear
If I'm being honest with you
Or if I will treat you right
I got your back and I don't like to fight
I worry about your day and night
That my love is too far out of sight
My mind always off in some distant place
Your such a beautiful girl
A minority among your race
I know this is hard for you to shake
I can only imagine the look on your face
How you have always wanted to disappear without a trace
Out in public always having to hide your face
Never making eye contact
In fear they might give chase
They never understand you wanted nothing
To do with that place
Our love is so strong
It seems like this whole thing is taking too long
I would never let you down or steer you wrong
Hope you know I think about you
All the times I hear a love song
We must prepare not live in dispare
Must not waste any more time
Because having to wait is so unfair
We need to play this smart
Trusting in God who played such a big part
All of this time has an effect on our hearts
I don't want any of this to go bad
It's easy to be sad because we are so far away
I have to say I can't do this blind
You have to know it all messes with my mind
You must find a way to except I would never betray
Your love in any way
Our bond will last forever
If we work together
Our love will grow
Big enough to fill up a room
Trust me and together we will agree
There is never going to be
A love like ours for us to see
You mean so much with that special touch
You're my queen for I have never seen
Anyone that has been so truthful and honest in every way
I love you more with every passing day
Soon you will be my wife
Nothing can come between us or tear our love apart
Baby this is for real and how we will spend the rest of our life
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Political Correctness
By Franklin Price
6/16/2016
Political correctness
Is what it's all about
Makes me want to pull my hair
Run around and jump and shout
I ask myself what's happening?
Where is my right to speak?
Think it's not here any more
Years ago it reached its peak
I'm not in a minority
In color, creed, or sex
My opinions often viewed upon
As a curse or witch's hex
What happened to majority?
No longer is it cool
If I say I'm one of them
I'm something of a fool
The rich and the minorities
Now politically correct
You can tell by what is going on
By the causes and effect
Rule by the majority
If all considered in its view
Is politically correct for all
It's something we should do
We need to band together
Bring the masses to the fray
Be politically correct for all
As it was back in the day
Just as I finally fully fathomed,
That the exception does indeed prove the rule.
They went and changed the rule,
And now the exception is no longer the exception.
Now instead of being the exception, I take exception.
When the majority is the minority,
And the minority rules the majority,
The new rule makes majority rule, the exception,
That proves the new rule and makes me take exception.
Which is something I find hard to Fathom.
I hope that I can have it fathomed,
Before the new rule,
Becomes an old rule,
And the exception that was an exception,
Is no longer an exception,
Making the rule beyond my ability to Fathom.
In the meantime
If you can find the time,
And your memory does not let you down,
I suggest you tone it down,
And avoid joining the majority,
As to become part of the minority,
Seems to be the only way to not become the exception to the rule,
So, you can stand in the minority and you too can rule,
While I go away and do some more fathoming.
Cunning ways brief peace in disguise
Won't ride on rollercoaster for long
Either up or down, you get your ease
But unreliable are their saints' tongue
Africa, when will this be wise in God's fear?
Why will this fear bring rest to all?
How will the sky pretends to be the premier
Of course, above many are bodies that dwell
Can't figure out the demons all view against amanuensis' calamities
Societies are long gone to be a Savage peace for blood brothers
Days we blessed are now memorable with wish to tour
The momentum of war when at stake goes for triumph acting pure
We can't let go of all the mask known undivulged
We are not barbarians to our fathers land
Thy conscience get lost on fake pledge
For how long will you converge to search your courage inward
We are all to one of all in drain
Let the system make a fault to Civic in plain
All the baraza, immunity shouldn't be irremovable
If found guilty, let all under law be punishable
Love will return by war
If peace is to be cherished
Cum tie of blood with double-edged sword
Nothing goes for nothing to be major
Majority are the one to consider
In governance that will be of matter
Majority turns trivial citizens vulgarize
Minority enjoy the plight to gybe us being on unimportant matters lousy
They are our teachers in these contest
Can we severely reprimand their lust cum repro?
No student is knowledgeable than their teacher's retro
Outstanding ones can equal the teacher in a round bracket
They built this world for the other hand,
Every door, every tool, every scissors command.
Ink smears across my palm like war paint,
While spiral notebooks mock me with their constraint.
But I am the mirror breaker,
The rule shaker,
The one who writes backwards
And dreams in reverse.
Ten percent revolution ninety percent poetic evolution
I am the southpaw standing alone
Against a kingdom of clockwise clocks
And right-turn locks.
My hand moves left while the world turns right,
I am the shadow boxer in broad daylight.
Every signature is an act of defiance,
Every handshake, civil disobedience.
They say I'm sinister—
From the Latin for "left"—
But I am the artist
Of beautiful theft,
Stealing moments of pure rebellion
With every stroke of my rebellious pen.
I am differently commanded.
So here's to the lefties, the rebels born,
Who face each day like breaking dawn,
Carving our paths through a backward maze,
We are the 10 percent uprising,
The minority surprising,
The ones who reach across our bodies
To write our own stories.
It seems so strange to me;
It seems so very odd;
You’re so concerned I don’t believe
In this person you call God
Though you don’t have a reason
To tell me why I should,
And there’s no evidence that shows
It makes a person good
But instead of stating reasons
Why I can't accept belief,
Just think now if the tables turned,
And faith was the minority
Imagine me confronting you,
And telling you your life rings hollow;
Imagine your family concerned about
This Jesus that you follow
Imagine being looked down upon
As somehow not as good,
Just because you don’t lack a belief
That others think you should
Imagine being scared to pray,
Or say what you really think and feel,
For fear your words just might offend
Those who know God isn’t real
So before you start to condescend
And tell me about my eternal fate,
Please have the honesty to admit
That your religion’s based on faith
You say God adds depth to your life –
It gives you something more,
But my life’s fine as you can see –
It’s better than before
Not everyone can share beliefs,
So let me have my own;
We both are happy human beings,
We just chose different roads
All I’m asking you to do
Is accept me for who I am;
There’s nothing wrong with non-belief;
I’m living life the best I can
You tell me I’ve stopped searching;
You say I’ve given up,
But in my heart I truly know
I’ve simply just grown up.
"While the sufferings of the poor majority remain unknown to the world, the achievements of the rich minority are trumpeted to all" ~By Poet
The heavens grew darker with rain clouds
The day looked like a misty shroud
Soon rain pelted down, whiplashing
Lightning unleashed its lethal rapier
Brandishing the flaming steel across the skies
Thunder growled and rumbled
Like a giant stamping in rage
Causing vibrations like seismic tremors
Sending fear through every nerve
Men sought shelter in the shade of trees.
Some ran to the shelter of roofs
Sound of wind whistled and boomed
Trees arched and shook, leaves flew about
Unceasingly the sky wept in torrents for days
As the men grumbled on being shut indoors
I heard the plaintive ballad of the homeless
Victims in the hands of an unknown fate
Their sighs fated to die out in their own smoldering hearts.
They live unknown with languishing identity,
To wrestle with the dark unknown
To die unknown and to lie under the sod unknown!
April.17.2023
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is in the blood
spirituality runs in our blood
so we confined in love
to live in harmony
where peace dwells
with no isolation
is in our blood
once we were all one
we lived together
we Shared same
dreams hopes and joy
our God was love
our moto to life was truth
so we live with our fear
cos spirituality yes it
is in our blood
is in our blood
our ancestors makes
sounds with all there hands
could lay on
music runs in our blood
we always sing to God
sing to the sun
sing to the stars of hope
sing to the moon
sing with the birds
singing yes it
is in our blood
is in our blood
we love to dance
we dance away our
sorrows to the
winds of change
we love to dance
we dance to God
we dance to nature
we dance with an
open mind
with out no grief
nor grudge
we just dance
yes we Africans it
is in our blood
is in our blood
we love life
we love happiness
we love to create
we love to teach
we are born survivals
no wonder we are
still existing in more
multitude instead of minority
our God is love
yes spirituality it
is in our blood
is in our blood
religion or no religion
we love to pray
yes it run in our blood
we first prayed for the world
while we create a way
for humanity through
the divine wisdom
base on spiritual connection
through nature
direct from God
In our DNA
the divine of the
highest dignity of
the mysteries of God
never seizes to prove
to the world that
miracle it
is in our blood