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Why must we have a down day now and then
Are there new rules I'm not aware of
Basically I'm upbeat as I'm sure you all know
But today came crashing down with a thud
Sure we're all bitten by the sad bug at times
It's a big part of this thing we call life
It provides a balance, allowing us to compare
Too much of either we pay the price
When we finally get it how this thing works
Gives a feeling of contentment and ease
Opening up our minds with waves of compassion
Instead of constant conflicts across seas
To my way of thinking it ain't rocket science
Why must there always be conflicts
Probably written on a huge tablet somewhere
Must be enforced to follow some edict
Countries of the world must sign a proclamation
To curb all incursions and aggression
Word “freedom” must prevail throughout the world
We must strive to eliminate oppression
For centuries the world has been fighting battles
It's totally incomprehensible to me
Intelligent, peace loving peoples have been trying
For centuries and we still can't agree
When I'm dead and gone, hope sometime in the future
Peace will finally be achieved
Now if I was a betting man, I'd most likely lose
Who really knows, wonders never cease
In the society where holiness is worshipped,
And independent progressive thinking is condemned.
Be the fire of positivity, illuminating in all its glory,
Strong enough to burn any shackles of bigotry.
In the society, where mythologies are adored,
But people who actually follow the principles are abhorred.
Be the sun that overshadows all sanctimony,
Magnanimous enough in soul to establish harmony.
In the society where people are reduced to mere numbers,
And forcibly caged in narrow walls of encumbers.
Be the phoenix that shatters the glass walls of subjugatory,
Uniting them all to form an eternal, unyielding potential sanctuary.
In the society, where toxicity and oppression have become the norm,
And vital nutrition of the spirit is treated like utter luxury.
Be strong enough to uphold truth and demolish the demon in every form,
Giving voice to millions and saving faith in nature's divine perennialities.
what is the true purpose of Memorial Day?
why do we reflect on those whose lives that have paid
for us to have freedom from, freedom to and freedom for those who went to war and died so that we could endure
the freedom from oppression by those
who are now in military graves
the freedom to choose how we live
in the land of the brave
the freedom for everyone to have equal rights,
freedom for all to live in God's light
it's not enough to cast off chains
you also need to free all others
every man, every woman, every child,
all of our sisters and brothers
freedom from hate, freedom to love
freedom for all covered by the blood
freedom from godly sorrow
and the freedom for us to comprehend
that godly sorrow is how we respond
as godly women and men
so let your godly sorrow lead to repentance
allow remorse to set you right.
stay away from that "If road"
just walk by faith and not by sight
don't question God and how He moves about
trust His actions just remain faithful and most devout distinguish the cause of your godly sorrow
and understand where it came from
recognize the jealousy in your heart
allow the Holy Spirit to remove it and done
now thinking differently turning away from sin
moving on a godly plain, letting repentance now come in freedom to work it out fully
freedom to produce resolutions
freedom from fascism, freedom to equity
freedom to have a revolution
freedom from, freedom to
and freedom for us to live as a community
freedom from racism, freedom to equal justice
freedom for a perfect unity
so let us pay homage to those
who perished so that we can live free
as Memorial Day is about those who died
to give freedom to you and to me
One of a kind there'll never be another you
what you hold in your heart to them have held true
I've looked upon the core of what you store within
for me you exist as unique among all men
The song that you sing it's truths held so high
oppression of those different wherein injustice lie
to the robing of nature her diversity and vest
in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest
The external show some may just see as art
but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart
I told you early on I judge not by outward show
but what is seated inside that I wish to know
All that you paint on canvas and in song
demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong
what you depict sets forth description of your mind
a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine
I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid
been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid
When you looked across that room what did you think you saw
for the night before I saw your minds cognition all
A woman loves a man for who he is inside
the character of his self that he can never hide
for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care
his ability to display and with it others share
Do never judge me like the world which in you live
For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give
what is truly frightening is that I scare myself
that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth
One who is wise will choose a man for his heart
that is his essence where communion can start
perception is his own gift where he chooses to live
to share it with another its benefaction give
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
My heart skips a beat I lose my breath
When I think of his life of sacrifice
And his crusade for human rights
Leading the revolution against apartheid
With rare tenacity and might
A lawyer by trade a pacifist by nature
Standing for truth and reconciliation
Just him and his ideals for god-given rights
Standing and never wavering
Giving voice to the speechless and the persecuted
Refusing to be silent in the face of injustice
Determined to annihilate tyranny and racist oppression
An icon of democracy and social justice
Never to be forgotten
A statue erected where Mandela
Was released from 27 years in prison
A simple man bigger than life itself
With dreams of emancipation
One philanthropist who would change
The world no matter what the cost
Read on air by invitation ~ April 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 25, 2020 for contest ODE TO A PRESIDENT OR POLITICIAN OR LEADER PAST OR PRESENT sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - RANKED 5TH
When I Google you,
I recognize the struggles and muggles you face,
I recognize the brutalities and the scars from decades of suppression and oppression which you endure;
The broken promises, failings and shortfalls;
I recognize the enormous work and journey ahead;
I see the repulse and self defeatist attitude occasioned
By broken hopes and aspirations;
I recognize the seasons and reasons for the youths failure to thrive,
In the face of hydra-headed battles confronting them daily
When I Google you,
I recognize the unmistakable hurdles, shuttles and scuttles;
The suppressed emotions, emissions, missions, visions, and vanquished voices of the voiceless,
The brazen helplessness, hopelessness and long worn faces
Of countless array of seen and unseen battles;
The dwarfed armory of opportunities occasioned by lack of vision, mission, emotions to thrive, ride and drive
But,
I can also envision:
The salient, but countless, unspeakable and unquenchable determination and desire in you;
The urge, surge, splurge, hidden treasures, pleasures, possibilities and the unheralded hope and abilities in humanity!
Women have been battered and abused
Since day one
Systemic domestic violence
We are so done
A movement has started #me too
That has opened up the doors
To shine a light and give a voice to those
Who say "I ain't gonna take it no more"
No longer will women be silent
Not passive in their behavior
Dauntless and determined
Like Jesus The Christ our Saviour
It's time for all women to step up
To be bold and speak out loud
That freedom ain't free
Our lives do matter, no longer to be enshroud
Striking a blow for freedom
Against our oppression
Righteous indignation
We are so now stressing
Now focused on what we have
And not what we don't
Letting our faith empower us
Falling back we no longer won't
Faithful, fearless and fighting just to be free
No more abuse, no more battery
Destined for greatness we've always known
That one will always reap whatever one sows
Now as daring women of impact
Confident, courageous and called
Striking a blow for freedom
Our hands fisted and balled
For with God before us victory is guaranteed
Feisty and forceful yeah that's We
And like the mighty Alpine ibex goat
We will climb and scale new heights
Up the rough side of the mountain
With only one goal in sight
To eradicate our abusers
By any means at all
Women of impact # not me too
Confident,courageous and called
Stepping out on faith
Trusting in the God we all love and know
And symbolically like Jael with hammer in hand
For freedom we'll strike a blow
Striking a blow for freedom
Decisive we now act
We are women liberators
We are women of impact
Jesus Christ and Karl Marx seek lost children in the City of Gold
In shackled shack with weight of broken bricks on tin roofed promises
she rest her head against the precious paraffin cooker empty and cold
Five children to feed no milk in once beautiful breasts life sour and rancid
abused and battered and her husband long gone in yesteryear’s crossfires
‘Tulinagwe’ is free from luxurious troubles plods on no fancy resides in
her township a voyage no carrier of progress and a storm with no sail
‘Mawuli’ lives close liberated from hardship quite posh in his mansion
a world away in marvellous marble box tree hedges protecting ascent
He rose manicured hands roses lawns perfumed clothing no sweat while
his gardener reaps thorns and oppression from inside walls’ dwelling
Born free after the fall of Apartheid his stars and his God have sheltered
adorned crowned zenith’s success a story from another page in the book
‘Mawuli’ lives resolute on ‘Tulinagwe’s shoulders brethren in union while
her dreams have dissolved and yet my free flight of fancy calls resurrection
For both in their names Christ shed his nails for Christ’s sake or for their
blood so let us be reminded that revolution does never start at the top
Has either read Shakespeare or for that matter the bible when ‘Tulinagwe’
has no privilege to read while 'Mawuli' browses his browser brokers his shares
Two sides of a hopeful reminder that Marx still inhabits money and freedom
and that the burden of change contains a message for all children of God
06th May 2017 written for ‘Fancy Free’-Contest
I have no animosity towards you, oppressor.
The raging feelings of anger and hatred are no longer my staple.
I have become a compassionate man,
Capable of reason and forgiveness.
In a way, I can understand your past deeds.
Mayhaps, if I'd been in your shoes, I would've done the same.
This new mind of reason compels me to consider your childhood.
Mayhaps you were never loved, struck by the ones you felt safe around.
Behold, you Saints up above, look how empathetic I've become.
I'd even share a hot meal with her,
If I could forget the evil she's done.
To forgive you is to betray the self,
The self that endured your oppression,
Your mental torture, your vile words,
Your atrocities against his body.
How can I be so treasonous as to forget the reason for my shortcomings?
The reason as to why I sleep alone,
The reason why I wanna die instead of courting my Donna.
You have not wronged me, oppressor.
I can say I forgive you and mean it, but it'd be in vain.
It is not my place to forgive you, for I have not been wronged.
I had to kill your victim, for his pain was a weight no mortal should bear.
His dying wish, unconditional retribution, fell to my head.
As a new self, who am I to defy my foundation?
I only desire to kill your old self, but how can I tell she isn't you?
I cannot tell the two apart.
Now both of you shall face my wrath.
First Poem Here
He Hit Me
I cry again
as sneak enters
the back door
stealth like to
uproot my
innocence
he hit me
he hit me
my cries
my words
went unheard
my pleas
my pleas
went unresolved
I shake the ground
to no one's consternation
or frowns
he hit me
I stood tall
I stood tallest
to his oppression
to his rules
and laughing ways
I have the pain
the bruises
and heartbreak
to show
to show
the ones
in similar fates
to stand up for
one's beliefs
against his fist
his oppression
his restraints
his rules
and laughing ways
because in the end
I will always
have my dignity
and more dignity
than him
He hit me
I'll get back up
I'm tall
And proud
He hit me again
I'll get back up again
I'm tall, once again
connie pachecho
December 26, 2016
Inspired from reading entries to first poem contest.
This poem is very cryptic to say the least. On Christmas day I awoke to bells tolling a funeral hymn. Mine. As I opened PS, my account here deleted, no forewarning, my world shivering it's winter chill. The day was dark and cold. I wanted to die. The next day a new seed planted. The poem contours on what they (I call them black bears) did to me (maybe deserving), my feelings and reactions. Forevermore I seeded and grew from that day on, yet I have to look the other way.