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Pentagon shaped prisons poison their people with lies,
Using planes and petulant pious lies to coerce with fear.
From the ashes of their turmoil rises the phoenix of insurrection,
Choked by meager matters of the trogolodyte mind.
Sheepish followers squabble in meaningless prattlings,
Vomiting the very fuel which flames the fires of split nations.
Now is the time for thunder and lightening to break what binds us;
Coins and doubloons reevered by bandits whose smiling purses bloat.
Come my frown-faced children,
Gather from your quivers and sheathes thy sharp-edged weapons.
Tear from your oppressor the very breath that fills your toxic lungs.
Can you see what robs you of warmth and its frigid firtility?
Now is the hour to become American.
Once torn from the vicegrip claws of the governing crab,
Whose sexually transmitted diseases leak into thy genitalia,
And seep into the stream of blue blood trickling through your vains.
Let the polygon parasites split into several uncrawling pieces,
Squirming in its own defecated self-destruction.
Wealth and fortune which brought forth rule and totalitarian tyranny,
Shall be shed of the hamstrings of undue partisans.
The trump card has been played and its power shall be executed.
Just as that of those whose silver tongues blinded dilated eyes,
One voice shall be cut from its roots of Machiavellian trees.
As it branches burn in the scorch of self-proclaimed demonic blaze.
Set fire to those who kill you,
Let disintegrate that which obliterates,
Freedom by this poem's clue.
Woman of Power, You are a vessel of honor,
Rise up and discover
You are authorized and deputized with power in your hand.
Clothe yourself with the full armour,
Go forth and conquer the land.
Woman of power, we are walking in the final hour
You are seasoned with grace
So go and take your place
Stand up strong, for in the Almighty you belong.
Vessel of Gold you were born to be
Treasures in you for all to see
Stand strong and know your redemption draweth nigh
Keep your faith and you will fly.
Mighty woman of valor
Empowered for this hour
God has called you his daughter
Rise up and conquer, this is your season of power.
God created you for such a time as this
You are a child of the Most High
Born for destiny, Be all that you were created to be
Don’t go astray, keep your focus and pray for things to go the Lord’s way.
Daughter of Zion you are a proverbs 31 woman
You are beautiful, you are strong you are intelligent, you belong
You can be a Deborah, a Ruth, an Esther, a Dorcas
These are women of old, but they were never cold
So shine forth your radiance and integrity
And show the world that you are ear-marked for destiny.
Now is the hour, this is the Final call
Stand up tall and go and tell all
Jesus is coming, get ready now
Bring them in this place as we seek His face and worship in his grace
You have the power, woman of the hour.
By Nandrani Ramai
Now is the hour for us
to come to the aid of our country.
Do not trust in most politicians.
They are trying to DESTROY AMERICA
like they did in 9/11
at the World Trade Center.
They will do it again
if they get another chance,
because most of them only care about themselves
and feathering their own nest.
Most of them want to destroy our government
and our way of life.
Don't let them do it.
It's time to fight the endless battle of life
to protect our freedoms.
Don't let most politicians confuse you.
They don't care about you. Most politicians only care
about getting control over you and your money.
America is fast becoming only a memory.
We don't need a party system. We need people who
have morals and really are fighting to save our country
from being destroyed.
We get lies for news. If the politicians really cared about us
they would protect us from bad foods, and bad medicines.
Instead of doing a good job protecting our health,
our environment and our country,
politicians are selling
their votes to the highest bidder.
Getting money is all they are interested in.
Getting rid of Social Security is their objective.
Health care is a joke.
There are too many old people.
Do you really believe politicians want old people
who are sick to recover? Wake up.
Janet Marie Bingham
~*~
For she whose voice rides the wind
Fly high
Messenger of the sky
Spread the word through tangled vines
Circling dreams where silence surrounds
In the morning light
Many forms shown
Before she takes flight
Please remind me, of innocence again
Where there's no more sorrow and no more pain
Through clouds you aspire
With the daintiest of ease
As mystical as a crescent moon
Radiating on a canopy of magic
I will fly with you soon
Touch my heart with courage
When every detail carries weight
Casting out deception
A silent fight
Teach me to build my dreams through love and light
One mind..One thought..One heart..
The secrets of balance
Within my soul
Brake all illusion
Bring visions of power
Mine to take, now is the hour
As patience grows
Like the sands of time
Give me the words
So I can rhyme
Let me soar to everlasting heights
Let me run across open plains
Or play among the stars
Take me beyond the place of time
Show me visions from afar
Weave for me a gentle world
Let me confront without fear
When deception and lies appear
Illuminate all I can see
Aknowledge things I can not change
Let go of things I can't replace
Live a life full of grace.
~*~
18/7/13
For Tangled Vines Free Poetry Contest Details
Sponsor Constance La France
the course of of our lives
had to fight off a zombie sucker in the night
a crust of the bisquit isthe apostrophe
some folks like to get away take a hide away from the neighborhood
KRS- 1 in my philosophy is relevant for today
Eminem is still my friend where do I even begin again
meditation, communication & soul vexation
the likes of Drake make no mistake calling out our fate
Pac is is one great brother who held his head up
fess up to Scarface with the Diary sucker
burning Todd Bridges leave him with best wishes
leave up one hump Trump to his no it all wall
sticking with the flow one mic in my hand
when to understand
love is deep inside of me my fame to flame for society
had to take a freakin break getting loose as a goose
spreading my wings on a caboose
Rat tit tat tat got some flames on my ass
no one gets by on a free pass
simpler times with ill but faded rhymes
get stearing wheels on steel thrills on every situation
now is the hour of power gots to take a hot shower
fill up a pool without any water
Eminem knows how to flow on point
just some things you ought to know
bust up the beat to promote the tempo
Our appearance
said we are
intelligent
and our attitude
applauded more.
Yes,that is
extremely
unprecise.
Now is the hour for
action.
Pick pencil,pen and
paper
that we may know
the Lionel Messi
that will have the
golden boot.
You thought you are
the Shakespeare
or the John Dalton
of science,
Your hand must tell.
You must be like
Trajon.
If you made pillow
and bed
your best friends,
do you think you are
the one
to get the pin inside
a deep blue sea?
Answers won't fall
like manna,
unless you seek it
earlier.
We all are not
unintelligent.
But that alone can't
give success.
For success is
determination
and determination
is success.
The need to be as
determined as WWE
Taker
is necessary for the
being first.
If any question is
hard out to crack,
we too must be as
stubborn as ram.
Among the billions
of us,one is require.
Then,the rest will
kiss the ground.
Display your talent
for even when you
fail
"a bull will be given
to you"
Into the Night my thoughts are sped
Into the realm of Dream
After the sun's last rays have fled
And all the stars do gleam
Fast in the Dark, my weary head
Is soothed by a stray moonbeam
Dragons of Sleep appear above
Swallowing up the skies
Lorelei whisper dreams of love
-- Lilting, alluring lies --
Deep in a secret moonlit grove
I close my longing eyes
When in the Night my thoughts are sped
Phantasmal forms arise
Daemons alight beside my bed
Shifting their shapes before my eyes
When I'm among the quick and dead
I still shall dread their cries
Into the Nether-world of Night
Adrift on a starlit sea
Crystalline vistas fill my sight
As cold arms encompass me
Awash on a sunneless wave of light
I hasten to Fate's decree
Now does the hand of Peace descend
Now does the moon burn red
Now is the hour when mem'ries blend
With visions of Hope and Dread
Alone in the Night, my gentle friend
I bend my star-crossed head
I already saw many things
Through my own precious eyes
Vision is really a great blessing
Thank God for that privilege
I saw many things and heard a lot
I didn't grasp them all completely
But I tried to defend them always
Because they were my own views and judgements
I tried to build up my life
Based on my self-made philosophy
I never listened to what others saw
I thought it meant for them and not for me
Now I realize I was mistaken
I am glad I learned it at least now
I don't worry it is too late
I believe I can make it very well
I always feel young at heart
It is one of the positives I have
It helps me to rise again from destructions
And extend my wings to soar high up in the sky
Today is the day and now is the hour
Open your eyes ,see around
Tell me what do you see, and what do you think
I will definitely listen to you with respect
Form:
~Time Will Tell~
Time passes us by today
Life is short and yet we pray
For much more time
No time left no time to play
No time - not even to pray
Theft is a crime
The thief of time who can slay?
He steals our lives we are prey
Not much more time…
Hopes not fulfilled from our prime
Dreams not come true, the bells chime
Counting the hours.
It’s up hill the path to climb
Life is hard, there is no mime
Smell the flowers.
The hours drip out like a rhyme
Drip drip, drip, there is no time…
Who has power?
From the edge of a tower
Look over and the skyline scour
Beauty surrounds
Breathe in life, you have the power
Find time to smell the flower
Life is around…
Look take stock now is the hour
Grasp time back take the power
Hold- life abounds…
© ~GG~
Entry for D William Virelai Contest
Democracy In Nigeria
It’s been ages you passed into deep slumber
Or rather you were long dead, democracy
You have striven to rise but fall many times
Your limbs were over-powered by some political demons
You have been crushed in the dust by some powerful beasts
The people with green skinned body, white spirit and green soul
Are eager to see you come alive again and take your full course
Take control to the fullness you place in their leadership
They know the time has come and now is the hour
They cry, they sing, they shout, they talk, they pray, they hope and believe
Equally important, they are ready to work, support, and vote
To see the emergence of a new democratic Nigeria
The reality, evidential rebirth of democracy in a new Nigeria
(c) 2010