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...They told us to hate those people
who take a risk to make profit,
that instead we should idolize
those who say they’re socialist.
Bu t I look a their history,
and it’s utterly insane,
just blood, and death, and prison camps
wherever their ideas did rein.
Twenty-five million Russian souls,
sixty-five million Chinese,
and all they brought to those who lived
was oppression and poverty.
Even within our own cities,
where the far-left runs roughshod,
we see feces, typhus, and decay;
once great towns now just left to rot.
Detroit has become a ruin,
San Francisco smells of dung,
Los Angeles covered in trash,
the Golden State has gone all bunk.
That’s what they want me to worship?
It’s a plague that should be abhorred,
besides that, it’s immoral to
have economics based on force.
The capitalist freely trades,
both sides agree or it’s no-go,
price itself becomes a language
so all of the people can know
how much something may be valued,
what is and is not in demand,
giving them a general idea,
so they can make a living, plan.
And the mass of competition
responds to the people’s needs,
does not need to be ‘ordered to,’
it responds automatically.
It’s what lifted civilization,
there’s no arguing with that,
without it we’d still ride horses,
and electricity we’d lack.
Those fools want us to reject this,
when it makes our nation great?
I’ll save my rage for leftists that
dare try to tell me who to hate.
Those judgments are mine alone.
Did the belt? Get its way?
Wearing the pants of those who earn, just enough pay
Commander should want to know
Since dropping programs is a no go
Stated from an image that used to be a spear
Controlling those inner circle cheers
Enjoying a Miller Busch beer
Once again red skin sometimes burned
Trying to learn
How to use the tanning bed
Playing with the voter's head
Mailing it in, using Fed Ex
Many gave RFK Stadium, a gut check
Finding much decay
Washington could not play
And with the colts gone
Northern harbor city needed a new dawn
The Raven chapter was written
Poe ghost was smitten
This idea is most fitten
Author spirit did concur
Wanting the haunting message to be heard
About this dirty bird
Who could make a stir
When the powers that be
Have a late luncheon tea
To discuss a reason
Why both should not have a successful season
Since two hundred fifty years ago
There were numerous Poes
Who were just average Joes
Challenging the King
And his crowning aristocratic bling
Until blood was shed
And people were dead
Tonight
When DC and Baltimore stage this fight
Remember poems can spin a tale
That could catch the rhythmic sail
And become an anthem
Of one poetic phantom
Named Poe
Who you all know?
Since he took things to the grave
Being brave
Speaking his mind
Only making a few dimes
Unlike the Washington Times
Who love the moon
And its galactic enchanting swoon
Where the wolf's howl
When the commander's scowl
Turning men into beasts
Making them tackle in peace
Not allowing anyone to die
Due to a miscommunication lie
Which could result in lives saying goodbye
Lets play this football game
And remember the name
Who passed in shame
Drunk
As a skunk
And should be warning to the rookie sleeping in the top bunk
It is not nice to hurl
On the first ladies pearls
You are not getting any referral
Earl
Instead, a yellow flag
Replacing a body bag
And upon another review
That is honestly pretty cool
Anyone can make it flow if they go,
Diddy didn’t did he though,
Did diddy do that did he
and did Diddy go pro,
Diddy didn’t no
he didn’t steal the show
just showed skills below
par bellowing out no go no no all slow
he’s no pro bro skills don’t grow.
I’m up here and you’re down low,
you say that you’re an MC,
I think you’re an EMPTY,
don’t agitate or tempt me
to vent at present with plenty to be appreciated,
you’ll be slated,
I give it whole while you rhyme grated,
misplaced and flakey,
you’re just a fake G,
mistaking where your place be,
face don’t phase me,
beat you when I’m lazy,
now move away before I get crazy.
friendly friend
Our closest best
The devil is a friend to all in his circle of influence
The Ghost mood of daemon
He lives with us everyday but pretends he's far away
His light shines beyond his mask
We call for him from our desires and he responds here I am
He's the sleeping dog that lies in perturbed
He smiles within us and craves his abode around us
We may not see him but he knows us
He decides for us unconsciously
And gives us his will evenly
Much fun lies in what he gives
But destruction speaks in solitudes
Oh daemon
Oh devil
What on earth are you here for?
To kill, steal and destroy, but am confused why Man has yielded so much to your Cozen vibes
You make us feel God is far away
You make us feel guilt when we sin
You make men please you and displease God
You make us hate ourselves and leave Us to our own interest.
You cloud our imagination and seek to limit our minds about ourselves
Oh devil
Oh daemon
Much will I say about you.
The greatest he can steal is Gods word in me
He's confused when we speak the word
He runs mad when we speak in heavenly tongues
Holiness is a no go area for him
So why see him as though he has outright power over you?
If you can
Resist him
Denounce him
Know more about him
He's just like an ocean without Waters
I know you know me
And am glad I have known you
Now I have dominion over you
I am completely free, from the den of slavery
The light has shone on my path
My past is over me now.
The night was rainy, hot and humid. It was the kind of night that populates steamy, black and white, noir movies where someone is murdered. The stars seemed reduced to sloshing behind moldy gray clouds, as damp and listless as seaweed in the surf.
“Let’s go see a movie,” Sophy suggested, as she brought up the Fandango website on the 70” smart TV. This quickly drew a brouhaha of excited interest.
“Ooo!, Bullet Train,” Anna said. “Elvis!” Lisa gushed.
“Where the Crawdads sing!” Sunny gasped.
“Super pets!” Leong declared, pointing - producing groans all around - THAT was a no-go.
“Maverick!” I said. “I could do that,” Sunny agreed, “he’s crazy, but I’m a Cruise fan.” she added.
In the end we decided to do a movie marathon with “Maverick” that night and “Elvis”, “Bullet Train” and “Where the Crawdads sing,” on Sunday.
As we ordered our treats at the theater concession stand, a tall, skinny, spotted, teenage boy attempted to flirt with Lisa. He smiled at her as confidently as a lizard, but sagged, like a shirt whose coat hanger was removed, when she pointedly ignored him.
Entry to John Lawless
Dead End Street
Poetry Contest
7th November 2023
At the bottom of this here
Dead End Street
Appropriately named
Limbo Purgatory No Mans Land
Resides a cemetery
In whom one side live and exist in perfect harmony
Whereas on the other side the true problem lies
With curtains and weapons permanently drawn
Is the boundary defining lines between
A turf war being fought day and night
Between the two opposing gangs and forces
Of the those who have and have not
Those who don't have nothing to loose
No electricity , running water food or money
Where boarded up windows replace broken glass
The dogs and cats look ferrel and emaciated
Even the rats left in search of greener pastures
The children play without shoes on their feet
It's become so lawless the police themselves
Regards it a no go area and are stay well clear
Not a single hope for their family or future
No one cares or gives a damn about them
No one wants to believe or accept
They even exist so long as they don't have to
Co - Exit or are expected to engage with them
As on ever side of this dead end street
In the middle no man can claim as common ground
Birth alone decides on which side of the street
You are born into and thereafter will live
Until the day we all eventually one day die
And we all end up taking and moving into
Numero Zero Dead End Street
Cemetery
Only difference then is there is no longer anyway
Of being able to distinguish between us then
Apart from that once upon a time we were alive
Because all journeys lead up to and terminate
Eventually at the same old very street called
Dead End
Aman was his real name, friends called him ‘Zero’,
Helping others was second nature to this little hero,
He had calmness and peace of a Himalayan sage,
It was surprising to see in someone that age!
The arithmetic teacher liked him the most,
Despite his brilliance he would never boast,
He was top in the class, yet remained humble,
He helped anyone who did not find it simple.
He put others first and held himself back,
In sports, in lessons or during the break,
All sailed through school and college
tests,
It was Aman who always helped us do our best!
Years passed, we parted and moved away
Memories of school and that of Aman would stay
We rarely met,time took us through
life,
Children, money, house, holidays and wife.
What became of Aman was not known to any,
Someone rumoured he was poor without a penny,
Someone said he turned selfish and left the country,
To seek fortune and wealth beyond the boundary!
Soon the real truth was beginning to emerge,
‘Zero’ had remained true to his nature and urge,
He abandoned opportunities of great wealth,
And set up a charity on his own in stealth.
All the money he earned with his talent in maths,
He donated to poor children to pave their paths,
He lived in a tiny house of his own by the lake,
His money was only for food and his basic take!
The Charity he created he named after a saint,
No mention of his name,his identity was faint,
No one knew him or talked about his
endeavours,
His efforts created doctors, artists, and leaders!
The world prospered because of this hero,
Like the nicknamed number he remained a true Zero,
His value on his own he diminished to nothing,
But unseen he helped others up their career grading!
There are many who claim to be truly great,
Because of their wealth, power and state,
Their meaning of life is to nurture their ego,
Caring and sharing for them is a big ‘no go’!
In this world we need more like Our man ‘Zero’,!
Who lives his life for others as a true hero,
His legacy is not money, wealth and fame
His legacy is to help and remain without a name!
Sponsor Cecelia Hopkins Drewer
Occasional poetry contest
I look at people but everybody looks like a stranger to me
I don't know them
Do I want to know them?
No
Why should I know them?
They don't do anything for me
I got all I need
In here - me
Why should I know them?
Why would I know them?
I couldn't care less
I don't need to know nobody
There is no reason to
I could survive on my own
Do I want to be on my own?
I don't know
Sometimes I just don't want to know nobody
Be on an island - by myself
But at other times I want to be with everybody
And have everybody to myself
What is this polarization?
I can be hot
And I can be cold
I can be mean
And I can be keen
Sprint, blink, swing
Help me to be even
Do I need to be even?
Do I want to be even?
No, no, no
I am not on even keel
I don't eat even leaves
I don't give evenly
Why do I need to be even?
I have it all
Why do I want to be even?
Haven't I had it all?
Ahhh but why?
Why they look like strangers
And why they look like friends?
When they come closer
And when I truly care
Now I don't care
Go
No come
No go
Come
No go
Make up your mind
Ok make up my mind
You can come
And you can go
And you will always be a friend to me
But when ahh ahh
Can't go back now
Can you be a little bit a stranger?
Shine ya Eye
Ya serious relationship fit be another man side;
na you cherish am, another man call am ride.
You post am with pride,
You call am your queeni.
But for corner, dem dey laugh:
because dem know wetin ya mind no know.
E go tell you: “we broke up, but not enemies.”
My guy, no be true o — na code.
E mean say e still dey go back go dey fold.
Dem no dey remember the plenti-plenti care,
They count the moments you couldn’t be there.
Once your pocket dry, her love fit dry.
No get am for mind say she no fit live without you.
If you kpai today, na one month cry patapata.
For ya burial ground,
her new man fit don dey stand near am.
But your mama… ah!
Na she no go ever get another you o!
Impress her small, she go rain prayer for ya head.
Do same thing to ya babe,
Na just “thanks.”
E no get wetin fit replace mama love;
na little thing she dey ask from you—
Just make am proud.
No be wig, no be labubu.
As you Dey struggle tey impress her,
As no woman want broke man,
No mama want dead pikin o!
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...
VERSE 1:
Then time na me mind dey for you,
But your action really pissed me off.
If only you go dey gee,
Me go reconsider then give you some oil pan your head.
I go put ring pan your finger,
Then walk you on the isle.
And I go shower you with true love,
Everyone go see,
That be when you go understand how life dey,
Chorus:
Ebi like sey you dey take me for granted.
I just talanku from the onset.
If you know,
You know,
Eno bi now sef.
You dey act like you be wise... CONCERT.
Chorus:
Ebi like sey you dey take me for granted.
I just talanku from the onset.
If you know,
You know,
Eno bi now sef.
You dey act like you be wise... CONCERT.
VERSE 2:
Try me then see,
Soothness will I ever serve you if you become my queen.
And that go make our union strong and free.
so far as the stars blink,
Our night no go wax cold...
What do you think,.?
As far as the journey will set on a good road.
Chorus:
Ebi like sey you dey take me for granted.
I just talanku from the onset.
If you know,
You know,
Eno bi now sef.
You dey act like you be wise... CONCERT.
VERSE 3:
To me ego bi a dream come true.
Whereas a miraculous testament for you.
Of which you know go fi imagine sef.
People go figure sey you cast upon me a spell.
Since I go treat your entirity so well.
And every mouth go testify of fineness.
GIive room to My love light make I diminish darkness,
Chorus:
Ebi like sey you dey take me for granted.
I just talanku from the onset.
If you know,
You know,
Eno bi now sef.
You dey act like you be wise... CONCERT.
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...