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Detox Me From This World

Obsessions and vanities 
False lovers, calamities

Misfortune and shame
Our world’s sinister game

The more you have the more you need,
Fixing your eyes on possessions and greed.

Stab your neighbor through their eye
So they are blinded by your lie.

Keep all busy and far from home
So children are left to roam alone,

Murdered by the age of eighteen
What do you expect when your world is creating machines?

Assembly lines are still in effect,
Just this time it’s your soul they require you to check,

Loyalty fades through each generation,
Yet we wonder why so many are filled with manipulation.

Take a pill, for Everything
As long as you perform, conform and bring 

Take no time to share or care
Just as long as at 7am you are there.

Smiles are perceived as suspicion,
Our mouths are ammunition.

While each group gets worse
We embrace societies curse.

For intellect now rules
Yet, technology has created fools

Dependent on everything else
Except God and ourselves

Detox me
From deep within
For this war is something I will win
The shallowness of daily faces
Leads my spirit into dry places,

Detox me
From former foes,
For their webs were spun and I didn’t know,
Their empty hearts that cannot understand me,
Leads my soul to cry out to thee.

Detox me!

Detox me!

from this world.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written:4/5/12
Form: Couplet


Trash Talking At It's Finest

The continued story of this poet
Haters r going to be mad that I even wrote it
Here is where I give u "The Business"
Like a lightning bolt striking with a quickness
Trust me, u haven't heard the best of it
A debt to collect and I'm gonna settle it
Mouths sown shut like a gangsters lips
Leave everybody sleeping with the fishes
The lips tell no lies just like a politician
This is the Sh*t Talkers Edition 

I don't do well staying inside the box
I'm better at picking locks
But ur lady just lets me in when I knock
Words like cells in my blood
Flowing through these veins like the levee during a flood
No filter from the brain to my paper
Just a figment of imaginary literature, kinda like vapor
In the Poetic Justice League and I'm the Caped Crusader
By the end I'll be your Daddy like Darth Vader
Enough of the dilly dallying and chitter chatter
Down to Brass tax, nitty gritty, the heart of the matter 

All in ur face, screaming, "U can't see me!"
Letting words "Float like a butterfly & sting like a bee"
Leaving all the drama behind me
From this point forward
Pulling all the hit contracts I ordered
"Keep Stepping" and move forward
Wouldn't still be here if it wasn't for the Lord 

Got an ppointment with fate,
Best not be late
Happiness & havoc is what I hope to create
If u haven't notice I am a Problem
U better have listened to everything I told them
A fresh canvas has endless possibilities
Maybe a mural of myself among other Poetic Deities
Or a sketch of the lies that I made those people believe
Truth is gray and things aren't what they seem to be
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heavenly Developments

Great
and small
spiritual teachers
glowingly preach
and promise disciplined pilgrim creatures
Nirvana,
Paradise,
Heaven,
featuring compassionate pleasures.

A timelessly perpetual climax
no natural teacher
this side of Eden's regenerative garden
would dare speculate
we might reasonably anticipate
some great rewoven day
of universal redemption.

It is this Bliss,
too univocal
too monochromatic,
I begin to monotheistically question

If this climatic experience
is like a deep tight pond,
bright
yet stagnantly enclosed
in attractively fond

Rather than a continuously flowing river
of multicultural
multigenerational
polyamorous sensory experiences
spouting out from embodied pleasure mouths
back to light's first faintly felt flicker

And forward
to bright's most blissful moments
reflected
inflecting constant flowing functions
of powers robustly positive,
cooperative
compassionate changing paradise
returning me to this river
never entered
or exited
exactly this same fluid nirvana 
conversing twice.

Not only because rivers
continuously flow
but also because humane identities
continue to curiously grow communion
sometimes far beyond any happy shores
our natural and spiritual teachers
have hoped to personally know.

Premium Member Jeeeeez

In years gone by, folks didn’t like to say
God’s name to show  surprise or great dismay,
and so you would hear “Goodness,“ “Gol” and “Gee,“
and also euphemisms for J.C.

Jiminy Cricket! Doesn’t that sound nice?
Jeepers Creepers, Jason Crisp or Cheese and Rice?
Godfrey Daniel! Surely you know that
is slang for God and “God rot it” is “Drat!”

“Oh my gosh,” “My goodness,” or simply “Lord”
replaced expletives that today come poured
from mouths of kids who can’t be mannerly
to just say “Leapin‘ Lizards“ or “Golly Gee!”.

You’ll hear (for damning something with God’s name),
“Dag nabbit” and “Dad gum.” They might seem tame
but fit the bill and give us a small thrill!
But dang it, why would someone say “Sam Hill?”

Words from the Holy Bible we enjoy
employing when we say Holy Moley,
Holy cow, Judas Priest (but WAIT!)
For Pete’s Sake! How did Judas ever rate?

Great Scott, there’s even Jumpin’ Jehosophat!
How the HECK did they ever come up with that?
By Jove, I’m nearly finished. Now pretty please. . . .
Instead of using Christ’s name, just say Jeeeeez!


Written July 26, 2015
Form: Quatrain

Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Premium Member In the Absence of Complication

In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.

Words flow like rivers kissing mouths of the sea,
where an aubade of dawn creates waves of serenity.
In the purity of silence, I hear the heartbeat of nature,
a tranquil symphonic percussion of harmonic breaths.

A veneer of coolness refreshes my sensitive skin,
as my persona resembles a semblance of peace.
Positive thoughts create a carnival of colours,
as neon crayons illuminate the canvas of my life.

I am content in being lost in ripples of Earth's lullabies,
as life is a balance between rainy days and sunny horizons.
Today, footfalls of autumn acorns annoy like wayward winter winds,
but I know tomorrow, lavender spring air will bring rows of tulips.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Persona

Premium Member Trepidation

Amidst the bright light and the sumptuous summer sunshine,
Why does the beam gleam of the thin rays of darkness enwrap?
The sturdiness of our bones fails, as though we've lost our spine.
Our inner sanctum is erased from our location map.

Blood clotted, mouths unable to utter secrets, we pine
With hopes and hopelessness, like eggs in a single basket,
Fate and destiny, playing their roles as per their design
We store our unfulfilled desires like gems in a casket.

Tracing the trails of the 'if you can't beat them, join them' route
Like challengers and the challenged, we tread on trodden roads.
Have the bubble, we've been blowing, a permanent pursuit?
Pessimism, through each lane, like an atomic bomb, explodes. 

The closed doors of impending expectant dooms be disclosed.
Feelings of friendliness even to the foes be enclosed.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Have You Ever Met a Bigot

Have You Ever Met a Bigot?
By Franklin Price
7/7/2016

Have you ever met a bigot?
Whose views are hard and fast
Not hard to recognize them
I know you've met them in the past

Seen them on the TV
Many times they are the news
Washington is full of them 
Theirs are the one and only views

Deafened by their voices
Blinded by their sight
No conflict in their thinking
They are the only one who's right 

You'll find them in the parties
Republican and Democrat
They run in herds together
They're the meow of the cat

There's no cooperation
No negotiating themes
You might see them work together
But it's only in your dreams

Cannot listen to another
May find there's something good they say
May find the bigotry they live by
Is not the only way

It's a shame they can't stop talking
Close their mouths and open ears
Hear what others have to say
To alleviate the people's fears
Form: Rhyme

Traveling With the Dust

Surrounded by snakes,
Makes me feel disgraced
As the words of iniquity pour out of their mouths
It makes me want rage and shout
For they know the things i have told them,
And yet they take it serious not
So in silence i shall abandon them
For they make my blood boil deep and hot 
Men adorned in more jewelry and embellishment
Than most women
They mock their very nature ....
A trend for the ending
So alone i keep my eyes open and my tongue keen
For they are the ones stuck in the in between 
My days there will pass like dust
And soon there childish voices will hush
Yes it's true, ive had enough
Form: Rhyme

Out of the Portrait

I wish to wake up and see a new world,
I wish to wake up and see a new system, 
A world free from ills and pills, 
A world free from corruption and misappropriation,
A world free from war and air strikes,
A world free from genocide and servitude, 
A world free from oppression and depression,
No hungry mouths to feed,
No one is in dire need,
No mass shootings in the day,
No raiding at night,
No one stands to obstruct his brother,
His rights are not trampled upon,
Money is not on a futile chase,
It is not owned by a selected few,
Everyone stands on equal footing,
The table is set for all,
If only my wish would come true.





June 19, 2022,
If Only My Wish Would Come True Poetry Contest.

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