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The poor girl is lost
Thinking she is found
Grasping other peoples answers
Straight lines going round and round
Light at end of tunnels
Leads her back to black
She can't keep moving forward
Without truly looking back
With butterfly wings
She flys like a moth
Attracted to pretty fabric
Instead of gold she looks for cloth
The wind seems to take her
From here to over there
Instead of finding her focus
She is the queen of everywhere
A can can dancer
With her two left feet
Exuberantly stepping
Yet completly off the beat
No one can help her
Her ears fully blocked
Sometimes people have their patterns
Within those lines they are locked
Loser changes name match
The Concernment of People
Cellar Toss verses Mil Mascot
Came about due to the high
Venue prices. Said Peom.
A outlook of fans and media
a Concernment of greed and
Se to dishness, spoke many
Concerned.
Wisdom of Savants and Meres
(Peoples Priorities) Nicknames
that causes concerns. He Lavish
could target critsium from those
who feel to he backlash from there
entertainment interest. The loser shall
wear the name"Big Meanie" due to contractual
Concerns . A ticket buying public pushes the
envelope, a ticket buying public
Wises to raise there glass in honor
not in fear. Real. World issues, concerns
real people not corporate hypocrates
A champion talks championships
A champion doesn't stumble over situations
Unskilled and troubled.
The outcome is defeat not parish!
wickedness? under the sun
is obvious that one man's meat
is another man's poison
have you been in a gold mine
before
it is a horror what is happening
in a mining field
you could see clearly what
the greed of men could do
is a shame that humans
can turn vampire
for the sake of money
is a big disgrace to see
men women even kids
working so hard
Searching relentlessly
sweating under a hot sun
just to dig a gold out
just for a greedy man
to make a fortune
wickedness? under the sun
have you been to a cocoa? farm
before
i know you will not be blind
to see how hard the people
are suffering just to help
a greedy man rich
is painful when majority
of the victims work so hard
under the hot sun are
young teenage African youth
whose parents are a victim of
poverty under the rules of
African great corrupt leaders
who don't care about the prosperity
of his people
is too ugly down there in this
farm of greedy cocoa export
so when you sit and enjoy
your sweet chocolate and
coffee
remember it was made out
from the grife of another man
Wickedness? under the sun
have you ever visit a diamond mine
i bet you
you will shade tears if you really
got a soul
in this mine you can see clearly
what animals humans can be
in a quest to get wealthy?
in this mine everyday under
the hot sun in Africa
my people are turn to mining slaves
right in their country
they are been enslave
they are been striped naked
they are used just like ordinary
materials
where no pity or mercy
lies not in the eyes of the
cheap minds officials that works
for the western world benefits
to exploit Africa resources
just for money sake
Wickedness? under the sun
have you ever been out there
in the streets of the third world countries
have you noticed how much
this people strive just to live
have you noticed the look
in their faces? don't look
so happy
have you been there in the zone
called ghetto
have you noticed how
this peoples life's are
not important to their leaders
is obvious they are the rejected
stone
despite the factories can't do
with out the Labour of this
poor people
despite under the sun
this people works so hard
just to earn a coin
yet they feeds the greedy mans
needs all the time
Family unity, ties bound with conditions
Cult peoples kept from alternate climates
Narrow track administered to every woman
Mother of two, Jerusha determined to fight it
Prospect of allowed departure non existant
Packed full backpacks for herself, Cain, Ismail
Heart racingly taken, stealth taxi whisked them
Latitude of escape seeped freedom's keen prevail
Struggle of forging a semblance in society
Paled compared with Jerusha' s jubilation
Diversified choice shone a light on prior piety
Ripened reap of fertile fields found by escaping
Six months settling into life saw boys blossom
School begun by bandaid kneed lads excited
Sad to have severed contact, Dad lost to them
Replaced by opportunities they were entitled
An impartial education incorporated science
In its teaching of evolving technology's input
Explanations purely made in Creation reliance
Promote terror of broken Eden original sin took
Short lived richness enjoyed by dear Jerusha
Boys' kidnap had spurred a furious response
Their father oversaw their screamed removal
Assisted by six men of member prominence
Strongest longing held her swayed relentlessly
Rainbow arranged Hot Wheels remained parked
Displayed in Ismail's obsessive pattern tendency
Teddy bear choir piled on bed, Cain's care harked
Oh God! What had she done...
Surely this was not His Way...
Jerusha's stupid decision to run
Put her heart in harpoon hooked pain
24th August
For Rob Carmack's
Cold - Quiet Now Song Poetry Contest
I was placed on the horizon
But I stepped on my own coat tail
My enslavers derailed me
Cast my crown around my ankles
This you say, right away
You scorned me, enslaved me, became me
Masked me, raped me, mock me, paraded me no liberty
Hated me because you can
You take from me because l am
My life not negotiated
Take my land, take my hands freedom for the next of the next generation
Again, take my land, my name, my wife, my, my guilt, my children my life guilt
You lay me out like an ole pure starch stuffed cotton
What are you what am I
I've taken the thorn from you and yours inside my side
Drunken from the same tin cup of water you pass by
For you see all peoples low and high are delivered from choices unholy , while I
I am save and saved by Jesus... From
Genocide
Let me tell you about Morpheus ...
Morpheus is a fictional Marvel character ...
his real name Robert Markham ... he was once human
born in New York City ... a normal guy except
he was suffering from an unknown viral infection
so he went to Dr. Peter Alraune Jr.
for a consultation and hopefully treatment
~ Dr. Peter Alraune was an expert in genetic disorders
Robert was suffering from an inability to sleep
or dream ... the doctor offered him an experimental drug ~
the drug changed segments of Robert's DNA and his appearance
and made him highly destructive with no need to sleep
he had a huge accumulation of physic energy
and mutated into a crazed for revenge freakish grotesque creature
he could influence other peoples minds while they slept
forcing them to do his bidding, even murder ...
he named himself after the Greek God of Sleep
~ he focused his hate on Dr. Peter Arlaune
finding out that he could control him to do things
Moon Knight tried to save the doctor by fighting Morpheus
but the doctor sacrificed himself, dying
he had considered himself responsible ~
now, Morpheus wants revenge on Moon Knight and his friends
even Moon's ... on and off girlfriend Marlene Arlaune
his lover and secretary and sister of RIP Dr. Peter
Morpheus can control people with illusions
and hallucinations while they sleep and sleep walk
sometimes, the visions are simple ... like snakes
sometimes more 'hideous' and complex
and they recall nothing on awaking
~ it is believed that Moon Knight defeated Morpheus
but no body has ever been found
and though he was a monster ... I feel sorry for him
after all, he was only seeking help
... so the question ... is Morpheus really dead ?
or just waiting ... ~
_____________________
December 01, 2022
Poetry/Bio/Foe of Moon Knight - Morpheus
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1505-856-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 12/15/2022
First Place
Ignorant Madness
I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided far on global planet humankind removed from sanity
with ignorance and fighting firing greed destruction vanity
This morning I woke up to UK Brexit xenophobia social exclusion
and am afraid of nationalism egotism and infused perfusion
of hatred mongering of warfare propaganda into mindless mind
when harmony and peace togetherness cohesion would be kind
Compassionate and loving sharing compromising stance solutions
on cooperation refuges disaster poverty are better contributions
to equal chances on the planet kindness love and loving kindness
rather than deluded independences of ‘us and othering’ blindness
My anxiety and fears stem from history crusading slaughter
with crosses skeletons marching fascists many poppy fields to water
On every TV screen we cannot fail to notice killing for no reason
bleeding hungry marginalized annihilation genocidal treason
I fear more wars on the horizon bloodshed fused insanity the maiming
of humans peoples nations countries dignity when inhumanity needs taming
First prize to fear of wars destroying Universe my children and what could be
so beautiful if we would feel could reason use some empathy and see…
LAND OF THE FREE
Independence Day is July Fourth.
Astounding miracles, this nation wrought.
From all nations and peoples it was born.
Incredulous, to criticize it with such scorn!
Respecting other nations, like monarchies.
A Constitutional Republic, we!
Working through such difficult times now.
Anarchy, lawlessness, can’t be allowed.
Churches need our lasting fidelity.
Under Stars and Stripes, we pray to remain free!
Let us help other nations, whence in need.
This be our past legacy and lasting creed!
6/1/2022
...But the problem with apologies
is where exactly do we start?
The Aztecs took thousands of slaves,
and ‘praised their gods’ but cutting out hearts.
The Indians enslaved each other,
and settlers in the many wars,
but the Spanish enslaved them,
equal opportunity horror.
And the British enslaved the Irish,
three hundred thousand sent across seas,
often used when black slaves were not,
since they were comparably cheap.
The black slaves people had to buy
from squabbling African kings,
raided their foes for human cargo,
they profited off the damn thing!
China had slaves, and India too,
Ancient Romans, Egyptians, and Greece…
But of all these civilizations
which one set out to make it cease?
It wasn’t the great peoples of the past
that fought hard to end this great pain,
the western word drove slavery’s end,
no other cultures can make that claim.
Folks today have no perspective
of the evil we put in the dirt,
slavery was no exception,
it was long the norm on this earth.
And now, instead of celebrate
this huge and moral achievement,
we’re demonized because back then
we had not yet set the precedent?
We’re told we have to give folks cash,
that it is all ‘stolen money,’
when most of this country’s great wealth
was born in states where labor was free?
Look at the south and at the north
way back during the civil war,
the slave states starved in slow collapse,
the free state out-built them and more.
When less than two percent of folks
ever claimed that they owned a slave,
to blame us all is asinine,
dishonors those who died to save
the country from this age-old sin,
those who ought to try a new path,
and insults all those alive right now
who think slavery worth our wrath.
But if you still want apologies
look at every one close to you,
their ancestors were slave-owners,
and guess what? Yours owned them too.
Where fatso's by the fireplace
His wicked fingers teasing
A velvet suit shows ashes on
for yuling peoples pleasing
When awnings on a window top
reveal a shadow stalking
And presence through a livingroom
embark on children's stockings
That strolling down a corridor
will bring a puppy lapping
When Santa bends to pat him down
and calm him from his yapping
And move along to lend his toys
to all good girls and boys
Unloading what are gifts to bring
for promise and for joys
That every light we go to be
are Santa's for the cause
When Christmas Day means gifts to be
an evening with the Claus