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i am once again a lost soul, devoured by the would whole,in the dark the demons my heart they
stole, will their ever be a brighter day, that my heart is held and my soul don't half to pay, why
do life make people seem that they are better then me, others say open your eyes we are the
same and you we see, then why my heart tell me different and my body flee, in this world of pain i am lost, is this the end of the world for man, or will we stay here only to barry ourselves in the sand,when the world takes your family even the love of your life,now you regret you have no wife,come on hell take me now, drop me were their's no were to be found, fall maybe fly, take heaven or hell were ill never hurt or cry,let me not half to say good bye, for the leaves no qustion to ask why, not my body look at my heart die, i am a victum of a world of greed, i and the dirt once again born of my own seed, watered from hate, grow slow but at my own rate, this is my sin but the world will never be born again
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Have you ever wonder what might have been?
If nature had taken a different course
And things would no be what they seem
And reality was was always a dream
So what if?
If the moon was made of cheese
And we all succeeded in the things we did
Like exploding stars we would find a place
Somewhere in the cosmos, in outer space
What if we could rise from the dead
And we had but one choice to make
Would we choose the same path again?
Or divert to a new one instead
What if we could rule the world
And we had all the diamonds and pearl
Would we share if amongst ourselves
Or would we give it to no one else
What if the earth was flat?
And we fell off it's edge
Would we drift in outer space?
Or would we be stuck in just one place
What if we had no gravity
And we floated in space
Would it conjure up new possibilities
Or would we lost in time and place.
What if there we had no bees
And we got honey from the trees
Would we still be satisfied
Or would we still feel deprived
What if we were all ten feet tall
And our nose were longer than our feet
Do you think we would benefit
Or would it matter not at all
What if time moved in reverse
And we know the future as it is the past
Would we still be in a hurry to live
Or would we savour the future
Because we have already visited the past.
There are many conundrums that one can imagine
If nature had taken a different course
That the path it choose to begin
But if you want to keep away boredom
And really stretch your mind
Just think if nature had taken a different course
Than the way we know it
Just for a while.
Yesterday as I was watching TV,
something suddenly occurred to me.
(blank) is something I haven’t written about;
it is time I do so, I have no doubt.
In this day and age that we live,
no one admits mistakes or is willing to forgive.
With social media and so much info online,
(blank) tends to put a dull on our shine.
When we are trying to make a name for ourselves,
win many awards, or put trophies on the shelves,
Our integrity is sometimes clouded by (blank);
our concerns are more about money in the bank.
I say we need to take a look at our lives,
And eliminate (blank) if we want to survive.
And what is (blank) you ask of me;
Fill in the blank with what you want it to be.
Save the Words
shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart
oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning
take solace in the peace radiating from your mind
a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber
save the words, save the words
don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon
there's time to change the train you're riding
and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold
because what's worth feeling is worth finding
oh please save the words, just save the words
a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child
the view of a bird is a beautiful scene
two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo
the world is the hand that feeds
and these days some don't know what to fight for
when what is right today is wrong tomorrow
and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs
shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others
and these days we don't know what to fight for
save the words, save the words
place them in a golden basket of wheat
and watch flowers burst forth
wild and free
from the golden serenity
a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child
the view of a bird is a beautiful scene
two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo
the world is the hand that feeds
and one day we shall find the meaning in love
so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart
oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning
take solace in the peace radiating from your mind
a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber
save the words, save the words
oh save the words, please save the words
and united the world stands to revolve in gold
on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic
because with joy we can swing forth
with the gift of a smiling world
just save the words, save the words:
understanding, acceptance, and tranquility
(Southern hospitality with a twist of lemon and a rope)
Who dares to serve me tea with lemon?!
On my own plantation born in heaven
Flowing in the land of milk and honey
Did I not say please....I'm sure I did
But now comes the first meal of the day spoiled
With a biter taste of lemon in place of honey
What kind of monster does such things?
What kind of creature did we hire?
It is time for them to expire
Someone must swing on the ancient tree
Under the golden sun and canopy of love
To their biter end they must remember
Tea needs honey for the sake of all humanity
Here in the South we pride ourselves on love
Southern hospitality brings tranquility and joy
Bring me my whips and guns for SOMEONE
He, she or it must be punished oh so quickly
Perhaps the word eradicate is more correct
For such an austere occasion on the plantation
Bring me a rope, a tree, a coward, a culprit
That they might dangle for their crime
Wrath is a wondrous thing...don't you think?
Enlightenment arrives in an instant with a lynching
Who dares to come between me and mine?!
For this outrage someone must die
It's an atrocity, a sin against all things me
How does one make a day perfect?
Surely not with lemon on the tray
A tea with honey and a hanging
What could be sweeter in Spring
Some one swinging in the sour breeze
Blossoms white turn into hours sweet
Tea needs honey to be right, served with toast
Crunchy on both sides with a smiley face
Carved out of crust before we get to lunch
Before we bury justice in the dust
Is it too much to ask for orange juice too
Without seeds and void of pulp please!
Freshly squeezed for breakfast pleasure
One execution per day is so delightful
Lemon flowers are so pretty and serene
In fact intoxicating as we watch the hired help
Dangling between the lovely blossoming
A hard days work for honest wages
Is what it is all about here in the South
Join us in our year-round merriment
Blest by God for great life enjoyment
Toward exploration-wonderment
As children, learning with excitement!
January allows us to start gladly
February greets our hearts so brightly
March moves up our steps forward strongly
April shakes our hands to share kindly!
We keep ourselves great with May sunshine
Doing well in June… feeling mighty fine
Always hopeful midst July time line
Healthy during August while we dine!
September-love remains radiant
October-peace prevails, triumphant
November-cheers stay vibrant
December-thanks do reign jubilant!
As children, learning with excitement
Toward exploration-wonderment
Blest by God for great life enjoyment
Join us in our year-round merriment!
*Jeremiah 17:7 Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.
March 13, 2023
Honorable Mention, "Kids Creativity and Learning" Nursery Rhyme Poem Writing Contest; Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 3/20/2023.
Oh, how erred
the impressions of a life can be ...
we humans, with our lofty views of acumen,
pride ourselves on distinguishing a creature's habits
by merely appraising its footmarks in the sand.
And yet we fail to estimate the full relevance
of the imprints WE leave behind,
and what may be assumed by them,
right or wrong or indifferent.
Looking back, I try to focus on a pattern -
My prints in the muck ...
the only true wisdom gleaned
from an irreverent, sullied journey, is this:
such an existence,
while oft' feigning the emblems
Of mystery, adventure, and passion -
while sometimes gaining a wisdom of the dark
that only a burning ardor for the eventide can accord -
and while flesh and marrow may come to savor
the sublime anguish of extremes -
Such a life is NOT romantic,
or charming,
or even enviable ...
whatever bleeding typewriters may say
to the contrary.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select K Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
We are born with our hands already shaking,
as if the body remembers a future it does not want.
We learn the word enemy before we learn the word neighbor,
learn how to clench our teeth around fear
and call it certainty.
In the streets, men we do not know
walk with their faces erased,
masks where mouths should be,
guns resting against their ribs
like extra bones grown from rage.
They move through crowds as if through tall grass,
leaving a trail of fallen stems.
Power sits in high rooms with polished tables,
its voice calm, its eyes unblinking.
The mind behind it is cracked like old porcelain,
sealed with slogans,
stuffed with flags and prayers and applause.
No one checks the fractures.
No one asks what leaks through.
We pass one another like loaded weapons,
safety off,
waiting for the smallest spark:
a word, a color, a border, a god.
We tell ourselves we are righteous,
and righteousness becomes a knife.
And when the killing grows tired,
when the earth is heavy with bodies,
we invent quieter ends—
a breath that carries fever,
a button that turns cities into shadows,
a sky that rains fire and calls it defense.
There is no cure for the human condition.
Only this:
we keep walking into one another’s darkness
with our hands raised,
as if surrender were the same as love,
as if the world could still be saved
by the simple act
of not pulling the trigger.
Mother Gaia, what have we done?
You birthed us from your benevolent womb.
You feed and clothe us, protect us; gave us life but, we are left wanting when it, comes to gratitude.
We have shredded and poisoned your land and seas;
over fished, over hunted; slaughtering even
the forests and for...greed.
Human ego is the genuine...Devil.
Existing to gain; loving money more than family;
a species of doom is the human being; lacking...humanity.
When it comes to our siblings, animal and plant; to our mother, we exhibit indifference.
We have lowered our species to a level beneath the cockroach; all we’ve touched has been destroyed.
We blame the cows for Global Warming but, we humans are the guilty, the depraved and mangled minds, who are to blame.
Forgive us, Mother, we do know what we’ve done to you.
What we don’t collectively realize is that, what we’ve done to you, we do to ourselves, in the end.
William was right when he penned, “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” The fools of the universe; our great shame is that, we don’t work together enough to save you.
6-10-2021
$ Poetry Contest
Anthony Biaanco
the Lord gives us a shield of faith
he protects us at all costs
he picks us up when all else seems lost
he sheilds us from the sun rays
and from the the perils in our days
he is our deliverer he makes us strong
raises us up when we have been trodden on
when you feel you under attack hold your shield
high
for the greatest protection coems from God on high
the enemies bullets are like rubber and just bounce off and can not touch a single hair on
our head
he may fire them bulets at us but they will just bounce off instead. Amen
PROMISES FROM GOD:
Joshua 23:10 . . . The Lord your God fights for you, just as he has promised.
God will help fight your enemies.
1 Samuel 2:9 . . . He will protect his godly ones.
God protects his people.
Job 5:19 . . . He will rescue you again and again so that no evil can touch you.
God protects his people.
Psalm 9:9 . . . The Lord is a shelter for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.
Psalm 91:11 . . . He orders his angels to protect you wherever you go.
God’s angels watch over us.
Psalm 121:8 . . . The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever.
God watches over us.
2 Thessalonians 3:3 . . . The Lord is faithful; he will make you strong and guard you from the
evil one.
God promises to protect and keep safe those who love him. But the ultimate fulfillment of
this promise is in the spiritual protection of God’s loving grace rather than physical
protection. Like Daniel’s friends, we must commit ourselves to obeying God no matter what
happens to our earthly body.
Psalm 17:6-15 . . . Guard me as the apple of your eye . . . When I awake, I will be fully
satisfied, for I will see you face to face.
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