Long Naat Poems
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as night falls it pains me so
for i must prove my love in front of a world
not worthy of me but still I hender my life
in such strife for a pure soul in need of me
for I shall not pass in the night as a mere
stream at deaths door nor will I lead myself
to an early grave before repentance for I am
the child of God who made sacrifices by my
own faults for I have lived homeless and
hopeless life at times but I have never
forsaken a life a soul for I cannot lie here
and pretend to not know suffering by ommission
for god has given me strength far and wide
and I shall never turn the other cheek when
a loved one needs me for there has been
many cold lonely nights where life left me
afraid backed in a corner yet I still raised and so
shall this life in this day as Nelson Mandela
fell short of the glory of freedom as Jesus
Died for us as we sleep as night falls on us
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
May 22nd 2004 right before my
sons graduation Fort Myers Florida
You can ask yourself what
exactly is the judge thinking
about when he decides to sit
on a bank blow his on brains
out I wonder calmly is he thinking
about his funeral the flowers
I mean how many flowers for
a judge is he thinking about
the last brown eyes he seen
at the Italian American club
or perhaps the vintage of war
in war the pope the choir
singing hymns loudly as the
arch bishop walks in everyone
rushing to kiss his hand
congratulating the judge
is he thinking of old disagreements
payoffs bribes mafia corruption
organised crime his reputation
on the bench being devoured
with corruption the many falsifying
documents Abraham Lincoln
tomb the harshness brutal wrath
what is he thinking as the cold
shot gun is placed ever so calmly
in his mouth family community
loss flowers how many on looker’s
awakened to a dead judge brains
splattered on the trees autumn
breeze leaves are changing
from green to red to brown
blood stained the leaves what
is he thinking his lifeless body
displayed for the town to witness
the most horrific crime against
humanity suicide he murdered
himself thee unpardonable sin
after handing harsh sentences
attacking brown innocence he
begins to beg for forgiveness
leaving corruption in shambles
life short circuits heavy hearts
heavy breathing who else knows
what is he thinking forgive me
lord for I have sinned thee
unpardonable sin I am so
sorry mother in that moment I
found peace knowing he killed
himself because he made me cry
I ordered Aiello’s daisies yellow
and white ones pleasant I will
always fondly remember
the Italian American Club hey
what’s a matter you hey what
you think a you do why you look
so sad say it’s a not so bad say don’t
you like a this place Ah shaddap
a you face rest in paradise Judge
thank you for your compassion
your clarity and granting me such
personal peace Your Honor may
peace always be with your spirit
forgiven
stop terrorist threats
corruption organized crime
intimidation bullying abuse
of power falsifying cruelty
it will always always leads
to horrible loss
we often walked by empty lot's of debris
the daley's running the show
as strong mines did grow
a civil rights movement
torn down bricks of knowledge
as we wander by the rail road tracks
broken glass and unseen filth
covered the under path where pigeons feast
and bats creep out just around six
tires all burning pulluting life
as i read the empty paper bags
and torn clothing logos for in the mist
of the steam from under the city
no it's not pretty gun shots ring out
the birds fly away as the umpire calls strike
i notice a good year blimp in the glimpse
of my view a voice says your mother is calling you
i close my mind for a second when a pipe burst
under ground releasing the pressure of hell
the top read caution i walked backwards
pass the church that read mass at 8 and 12
bible study i loved reading the bible our only book until
leaving the cardinals a library now look
Written Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
SORRY JAY TOWNSEND HENRY YOU NEED TO CONTACT THE OVAL OFFICE AN ASK TRUMP IF YOU COULD IMPERSONATE HIS FAMILY MEMBERS HERE IN AMERICA I AM QUITE SURE HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT IMMIGRANTS CAN NOT IMPERSONATE AMERICANS AND THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS CONTACT SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND YOUR SPONSOR AND SEE IF YOU COULD BECOME HER JAY BRAND JAY HEIMBACH OR PERHAPS ONE OF CIROS DAUGHTERS BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER EVER EXTORT MY IDENTITY HERE IN AMERICA THEREFORE CRAWL BACKWARDS TO MARTHA BRAE RIVER YOUR HOME IN JAMAICA YOU ARE COMPLETE SCUM YOUR MOTHER TONI TOWNSEND I NO LONGER FEAR YOUR DEATH THREATS STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND AND I STAY AWAY FROM OUR FAMILY YOU ARE DANGEROUS VERY.TO DISABLED AMERICANS
ORDERING MUSIC MISSALS RESULTED IN TWO FAMILY MEMBERS DEATH AFTER CONTACTING AMAZON WHO SENT US THE WRONG BOOKS OUR IDENTITY WAS COMPRMISED NEEDLESS TO SAY THE HACKERS WERE A PART OF THE STALKERS OBSEESED WITH MY POETRY EXPOSING OUR CREDIT CARD INFORMATION FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS THE NATURE OF THE BEAST COMMITING HOME INVASIONS HACKING INTO YOUR PRIVATE HOME COMPUTERS FINALLY YOUR POETRY ON YOUR NIGHT STAND YOUR AMAZON ACCOUNTS YOUR PURCHASES EVERYTIME YOU PURCHASE A BOOK FROM AMAZON YOU'RE HACKED SELLERS SEND YOU BOOKS WITH LITERATURE INSIDE A PROGRAM FROM A FUNERAL YOU'RE DED FREDDY TODAYS MISSAL LATER A CLOSE FAMILY MEMBER FRED IS DEAD JUAN IS DEAD THEE NATURE OF THIS KIND OF DATA BREACH LEAVING SHOE PRINTS ON YOUR FLOOR I BOUGHT NEW LOCKS THROUGH AMAZON ALL HACKED THE KEYS ALREADY DUPLICATED TO ALLOW ACCESS INTO YOUR HOME INCLUDING YOUR RING SECURITY CAM CYBERATTACKERS YOU BELONG TO THE SELLERS WHO SELLS YOU THERE BOOKS FROM AMAZON REST IN PEACE FRED AND JUAN I AM SO SORRY YOUR DEATHS WERE PLOTTED PLANNED BY THESE HACKERS TERRORIZING MY LIFE OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY GOD BLESS AMERICA CYBERATTACKS ARE REAL DATA BREACHES HURT PEOPLE TRULY NO FEAR OF YOUR TWISTED IDENTITY FRAUD IDENTITY THEFT IMPERSONATING ME IN ORLANDO RECIEVING MEDICAL TREATMENT HACKING INTO MY LIFE ASSISTING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BUY CRACK COCIANE WITH ACCOMPLICE JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY OBSSESSED WITH BEING ME AN FBI INFORMANT HOW TWISTED IS THAT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI WAS NOT JOKE IT DEVASTATED MY VERY BEING SADLY ABUSE OF POWER FEELS THE NEED TO DRAG FBI INFORMANTS OVER THE RUBBLES TO HELP COVER ONE OF THEIR OWN COMMITING IDENTITY PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST ME AND MY DISABLED FAMILY ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS GOD BLESS AMERICA
The caring bridge was very unexpected
why I'd survived a horrific traumatic
brain injury an yet my mind was desperate
to learn everything all over I was so
excited when I noticed my flaws while
holding a fork at my favorite restaurant
I forgot how to hold a fork I was so
embarrassed finally I got it what an
achievement I hoped no one saw
as I lifted the mashed potatoes to
enter my mouth to my surprise I
kelp missing my mouth hitting my
cheek my eyes were wide I knew
everyone knows my flaw now my
cheek covered in mash potatoes
it was in that moment I knew I had
to reach out find my peers people
like me broken injured filled with
faith and there it was a bridge
connecting family of all ages
races cultures traumatic brain
injury groups many spoke of
loved ones still in a coma hopeful
that they would spring forward
traumatic brain injury changes
you forever I never thought I would
forget to tie my shoe now my
beautiful children whom I taught
to tie thier shoes was now teaching
me take the loop around ma you
got it good job what color is this
ma it was purple it hurt my brain
I could only recognize yellow red
blue green primary colors nothing
as fancy as teal my favorite or
maroon these colors sent my
emotions soaring and it frightened
me that's okay ma we can try again
tomorrow brain injury affects the
entire family I was so happy to be
apart of the Caring Bridge family
hearing others speak out about
tragedy survivors faith courage
relearning excepting fighting
to keep my brain alive i wrote
uncontrollably constantly at
least ten poems a day maybe
yes my grammer was off missed
spelled words poems broken
sentences i would cry I realized
I was three years old pouting
sobbing coping with pain when
I reached out it was so amazing
a bridge of compassion kindness
finally that caring bridge connected
across America a caring bridge
of hands reaching out giving
supporting sharing caring amazing
generating lot's of hugs with simple
kind words completeness feeling safe
unafraid unashamed to be broken learing
to smile again laugh at your flaws and
get right back up embracing comfort
and joy that built this unstoppable
caring bridge connecting healing
hearts and minds by just caring
Written by Mrs Yolanda Nicholsen
THE TRUE MEASURE OF PURITY CAPTURED BY THE BIRTH OF HIM I AM TOTALLY REMINDED OF FRAUENKIRCHE OUR LADY COVERED WITH ONLY FAITH THE PURITY OF MOTHER AWAITING THIS GLOURIOUS ENDEAVOR EXPERIENCED ONLY ONCE BY ONE HUMAN BEING SENDING OUT THE SHEER NOTION THAT ONE COULD ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT FAITH IS THE ONLY GARMENTS TO WEAR CLUTCHING THE EARTH AS IT RUMBLES WATCHING THE SKY CRY OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF FROZEN TEARS GLISTENING THROUGHOUT THE HEAVENS MY PEACE ZONE WHERE MY SPIRIT SITS WITH MY BACK TO THE TEUSFELSTRIT THE FOOT IMPRINT OF SATAN LEFT BEHIND WHEN HE STOMPED HIS FOOT ENRAGED AT THE ARCHITECT HE TRIED TO TRICK HIM TO LEAVE THE CHURCH WINDOWS OPEN FOR HIM TO DEVOUR SOULS INSIDE THE CHURCH FAITH SUFFICED THE ARCHITECT BUILT COLUMNS AND ACTUALLY BLOCKED SATANS TRICKERY IN MOTHER MARYS LOVING ARMS THE SACRED HEART OF MARY
HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED THIS MUCH
NO ONE HAS LOVED ME THIS MUCH
I MEAN EVERYONE WE HAVED TOUCHED HAVE LOVE
BUT NOT US WHY CAN'T WE TOUCH LIKE THE DOVE
YOU KNOW I THINK A LOVE LIKE OURS SHOULD
BE DONATED FOR PEACE ATLEAST IT WON'T BE
HIDDEN I LOVE YOU HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO KNOW I HAVE GIVING YOU YES YOU
ALL THAT I AM AND ALL THAT I HAVE
AS A DOOR MAT WORTHLESS
AND ON THE OTHER HAND FREELY GIVEN
SO THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME BUT STUPID
CONFUSED CUPID ME I HOPE YOU HAD FUN
ATLEAST A LAUGH OR TWO I CAN ONLY BE REAL
SO TELL ME HOW THE HELL DOES IT FEEL
ENLIGHTEN ME PLEASE GIVE ME THAT
HOW DOES IT FEEL
HOW DOES IT FEEL KNOWING SOMEONE GAVE YOU
EVERYTHING I MEAN ALL THAT I AM AND ALL
THAT I HAVE HOW DOES IT FEEL WHAT WILL YOU
DO WITH ALL OF ME I'M YOURS YES, I LOVED YOU
MORE THAN YOU COULD CONCIEVE WHAT WILL YOU
DO WITH ALL MY LOVE THERES NONE LEFT FOR ME
NOW MY POP ALWAYS SAID SHARE HONEY IT WILL
BE OKAY WELL IT'S NOT OKAY I SHOULD DONATE
MY LOVE TO IRAQ WHERE LIFE IS HELL ATLEAST MY
LOVE WOULD MATTER HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE
LOVED LIKE THIS NO ONE HAS LOVED ME THIS WAY
WOW WHERE'S HOME IN HELL I MISS YOUR SWEET
VOICE ON THE PHONE AND NOW YOU'RE GONE
MAYBE I'M MEANT TO BE ALONE YOU KNOW
THERE'S NO PLACE IN THIS ONELY WORLD
FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE THIS MUCH
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN ON 5-3-2004
COPYWRITTEN 5-14-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE ST FORT MYERS FLORIDA
THANKING GOD REMEMBERING SENATOR BOB GRAHAM AFTER MY I BECAME DISABLED AT WORK FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT MACDILL AIRFORCE BASE I SPENT MY CAREER SERVING WORKING ON BASE I ALSO WORKED FOR THE BASE EXCHANGE BUT I RETIRED WITH A DISABILITY FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT MANY MILITARY WIVES WORKED FOR THE BX MY CALLING WAS FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT SO I LEFT THE BX AND CONTINUED MY EMPLOYMENT ON BASE FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT WHERE I HAD HANDS ON WITH RETIREES AND MILITARY FAMILIES I WAS SO HAPPY SO BLESSED UNTIL THEE ULTIMATE INJURY RESULTED IN A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN SENATOR BOB GRAHAM EEOC AND THE SUPREME COURT MERIT BOARD ALL ASSISTING ME BUT IT WAS BOB GRAHAM WHO FAUGHT FOR ME AS A DISABLED MOTHER OF 8HE WAS TRULY A GOD SEND I NEVER FORGOT SOME PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED THE BX IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT SECTOR ON BASE IT HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH MY RETIRMENT I WASN'T WORKING FOR THE BX WHEN I WAS INJURY THESE RUMORS ARE FROM PETER GARGANO SENDING MEXICAN CARTEL TO RIP PAGES IN MY DIARY HACKING INTO MY DISABILITY MY SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY ATTEMPTING TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON.ME SENATOR BOB GRAHAM WAS RIGHT THEM LIKE I WAS HIS OWN DAUGHTER ALTHOUGH I ADORE THE BX BUT I DIDN'T RETIRE FROM THE BX I RETIRED FROM THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT IT IS SAD THAT THE GARGANO FAMILY TRIED TO MARKET MY EMPLOYMENT MY DISABILITY MY PPETRY MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART HONOR MY GRANDDAUGHTER HIGH HONORS A CENTRAL AEROSPACE ACADEMY WHERE MY HUSBAND AND AND HELPED ON THE SUN N FUN PROJECT HATRED ENVY RAGE FROM GARGANO AND HIS JHORES OF JAMAICA ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY FAMILY
GOD BLESS AMERICA HE CARED ABOUT THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
We met at Solomon's house
out of the debts of knowledge
edifying my wisdom bestowing
self as I saw your manifesting hue
catering to my inner most thoughts
bringing the present clearly into view
past was simply a notion of what
I once knew this divine higher being
consoled me of an uncanny trust
uncharted future behold steadfast
to what I've ever known why I witnessed
the souls of the empty the empathy
of lowly thee lack of moral compasses
of the just I'd wondered away from
Solomon's house into Jerusalem's
town square the children of Israel
cried out to Abraham oh Jacob
remembered I as I am began to
covenant my inheritance the spiritual
sense to see beyond here and now
reaching for justice within cruelty
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen