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When will you take and know that you have taken enough?
Is it until take all the chicks from the mother hen and there is none left to take?
Do you want to take the father cock and the mother hen from the chicks too?
Why are you bringing pain to every household you enter; even when uninvited?
Don’t you see that you were never and not welcomed anywhere?
Nobody wants to be your friend; why don’t you try staying on your own?
The old hates you just as the young despise ever knowing of you
All these and more; still, you seem not to care at all
Your ear is sound proof; that’s why you don’t hear families crying and wailing
Are you that so blinded that you cannot see the tears and sorrows of mourners.
If you render a home homeless; will you live there?
What now happens to the orphans? Will you be their parents?
Are you going to be the child of those whose children you have taken?
Your wickedness has robbed you of your right sense of thinking
What are you doing with babies and the young?
Are you tired of taking the old? Do you now prefer children?
Are you that stupid that you don’t even know when and where you are invited?
Unwelcomed gatecrasher; nobody invited you to this party
Look around and see if anything that resembles you is here
You are a thief; you take without being given.
What will you gain from the wicked acts you perpetrate?
Do you ever have a sober reflection? You really need to think twice
We are tired of surprises; can you just tell us when you are coming?
Please tell us what and who you want; let’s prepare ahead of time
Nobody wants to go as of the moment; so, you can as well go empty handed
It is not funny but funny; here I am talking like it’s just you and me
Am not afraid of you any longer; I have seen pretty much of you
I know your tricks; I have lived with your surprises for too long a time
What other surprise packages do you have for me? None, as it’s just only me
Am tired of telling you to correct your ways; your wickedness precedes you.
Lordvip
What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back
before we can sustain any type of relationships in this life
we need to have the right relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ
Jesus said that the first commandment is to love the Lord
and the second is to love thy neighbor with the same accord
but the problem is when it comes to love some African- americans don't have a clue
as a people of color we're dealing with racism and PTSS too
Post Traumatic Slavery Syndrome has on my people taken a toll
as we don't know how to love nor how to achieve that goal
Black on Black crime occurs more than any other criminal stat
as it's about taught behavior and how to life we react
we were enslaved, we were degraded, we were never shown how to love
is it a wonder that as a people we have difficulty in rising above?
we need to reorientate our thinking about those things
that symbolize trouble and strife
to look past society's stereotypical words that have affected our lives
black ice, black cat, black magic, dark horse and of course black ball
just because we are Black we don't have to perpetrate
the self-hatred into which we're apt to fall
we need to love to love ourselves and not look for validation in designer garbs
we need to love to love ourselves and realize we're all images of God
we don't need to measure our worth in terms of what society deems
we're children of the Most High God and by the blood we've been redeemed
it was a Black man named Simon who assisted Jesus with His cross to Calvary
and a Black man named Barak Obama now holds the office of the USA Presidency
we need to learn to love ourselves just for who and what we are
just like the Lord God loved us from the very start
so let go of the rage, let go of the hate and let go of that age old grudge
forgive as Jesus forgave those who tormented Him and spilled His blood
no longer to be angry, no longer to be mad and no longer to feel rejected
moving forward in God's grace knowing that your're wanted, loved and respected
learn to love yourself and then your love for God
and your neighbor will come through
learn to love yourself with a positive mindset
and an outlook on life that's brand new
Incident At Owl Inn
A simple call placed to the authorities created panic
Police and Fire vehicles speeding, crashing into each other
Everything they could, in pursuit of the truth
Hysterical hectic red sirens spinning out of control to Owl Inn
Officers of the law drawing guns mercilessly in all directions
One young cop shot his foot in his fervor to kill anything in sight
The captain of the force, ugly breath, panting, takes the Inn in storm
Grabs the manager close and begins his rant
While fire department and police jump and gyrate uncontrollably about
Proprietor Pepper was glowing with concern about the crime
His dissertation was anything but calm or kind
Room 209 was the subject at hand of something odious and grand
A man called John was filthy guilty according to the manager
Who could not continue speaking at this time
But wrote a note about the incident while nearly collapsing
Captain trembled as he read the message, turning pale and gray
In his mind this was a crime of the highest magnitude
Of malfeasance, impropriety, to perpetrate such nasty deeds
The chambermaid was interrogated for hours
She confessed to seeing the man from 209 but once
She told detectives she had soap at home to wash her mind
And screamed at them to leave her be in peace to cry
Scientist, archaeologist and pharmacist were called in
To measure every square inch of room and surrounding Inn
Firemen chopped down the door of 209 to find the truth
The captain of police made his announcement to the gathering
The note of the proprietor was read aloud as follows
“The occupant of room 209 stole 2 small hotel soaps and escaped into the night.”
“We suspect he is from New Jersey.”
Everyone was shocked, confused, did not know what to think or do
What was the bigger crime; stealing hotel soap or being from New Jersey?
The eager rapt fervidness of my intense determination to meet my
love in this beautiful meadow meets me with utterly charming silence.
He will be along shortly, I tell myself. He is sometimes late.
With sheer reverence I still my soul, feeling an unnatural amorousness
as I walk toward my destiny, with my pretty skirt, flipping against my legs.
I have dressed prettily, and my hair is bouncing.
Twilight has never looked so beautiful. I love this meadow with vehemence
as I note the dainty clover, Queen Anne’s lace, and wild daisies.
I feel powerful, and sexy as I approach the most beautiful woods in the universe, the best mother nature has to offer. I sit on our rock, the large boulder of granite, our place.
Star’s effervescence helps to perpetrate a lack of concern or disquietude as I
wait for my man.
He is often late. This is nothing.
He will be here. He is not good about time, that is all.
No one else can satisfy my hunger or quench my thirst,
and we both know it.
I am not sure who knows it better, and I do not care.
I shower the meadow with heartfelt veneration, thanking her for providing us
with a place we can call home.
A magical place, where we can talk and laugh, into
the night, disturbing no one.
Where we can get a glimpse of a deer or a squirrel,
and smile knowingly at each other about it in our secret language.
A shadow takes a step out of the woods. It is him.
A perpetual latecomer, but ever so welcome.
I open my arms, understanding the melody of young love
better every time we meet in this magical forest.
Written February 11, 2019 Contest: Free Verse Love Poem
Sponsor: Lu Loo
*I like all of your signs. That is so generous. Especially number 6.
A couple of months ago a new friend came into my life.
He has brought a ton of pleasure to me and my darling wife!
He was named Jefferson by some humane society wag,
But we call him Jeff for short and that will remain his tag!
He's an orange tabby and obviously has no pedigree.
I doubt he's concerned about that and it doesn't bother me.
He is snoozing on my desk as I compose this little ditty.
Jeff is one year old and sometimes is a naughty little kitty!
So far he has managed to spill my coffee cup on the table,
And has been caught pawing and gnawing on the television cable.
I've discovered Christmas tree ornaments behind the couch.
I'm sure Jeff is the guilty party, for that I can surely vouch!
He stalks my computer keyboard for which he has a fixation,
Wreaking havoc when I'm typing causing heaps of consternation!
He's a growing kitty and is eating me out of house and home,
And he growls and hisses when his furry coat I try to comb!
What mischief he will perpetrate next is really hard to gauge!
Mercy, Lord! Surely he'll mellow as he matures with age!
Oh, how innocent he appears when he snuggles on my lap,
As we both settle in my LazyBoy to take our daily map!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
marauding foxes
mutilating fruit
minutemen mischief-makers
marching upon us
pick our pockets
laugh at our loss
“No mangoes for sale”
maimed, mangled, mashed
sweetness shamed
to death
ants and gnats feasting
off illicit mango chutney
sly scamps
evade
like Bolt-pace
their intake
of fruit sugars
insufficient for catching
robust diabetes
enfeebling the fiends
abducting limbs, or a pedactyl
soulful eyes stare with jeers
sailing
mimicking
bold breezes
through the trees
as I could never
in the canopy of my Caribbean youth
under mother's God-eye
girls outclimbed me
wearing puffy petticoats
and cumbersome cornrows
to perpetrate petite thefts
of mangoes
Hessy.. Wa Dandora
The shots rang out
The youngsters spewed blood..
On the city streets..
He pulled out a phone a dialled the police.. Come and collect the stupid..
Lest we jump the gun..
He had pre warned them..
As is usual in Dandora's Hessy style
Given them fare to skip town.. or they will be dinning in hell soon..
They chose to stay and perpetrate on their terror..
Knifing innocent civilians with impunity...
So Hessy wa Dandora vanquished them.. The people muttered whispers as they followed their new hero online.
Some do claim he is military.
Yet others claim he is paramilitary
Them others reckon presidents Recce guard..
But what they know is that he is effective..
Street crime has gone down in the suburbs..
Vigilante justice however unquestionable by Hessy.. has been bearing fruits..
#HessyWaDandoraCode254
Donut People
Not all donut people are large or police or thieves
Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins
Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity
All this takes time to digest of course
Another hole, another donut down
Finding the criminal intent within is not a sin
Each and every calorie must be accounted for
According to health reports and other sources
Sugar particles find their way to court
Another bite out of crime….(but what about the obvious holes in this story?)
Public opinion is all about perception and what went down
All energy and money spent takes time to digest as well
To track down lost donuts, confections imperfections
Bring it to just desserts and deliciousness of justice
Our dedicated police will not sleep on just one donut
Their job has just begun
All citizens of our fine town
Can rest assured…. (So let them sleep)
Why!...Some of my best friends are donuts…(the mayor shouts.)
There is nothing wrong with that
Knowing one is out there unconsumed….
Leaves donut people too confused
Children are donut people too
They eat them all, run back for more….Poof!.....They’re gone
Confectioner’s confess and conjecture
Did girls and boys steal or simply borrow them?
Dusting off sweet powder and tiny prints of suspects
Leads to one conclusion
Convictions are in order for any one large or small…mostly small
When donut snatchers perpetrate such crimes
Donut people have their rights to eat in peace
Protected from crumby children who steal their treats
"The Author of the Lie"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's amazing how many large altercations result from confrontations which are small
All because he whispered in your ear that you can blame it on the alcohol
Usually his approach is subtle, making it far more devious than the rest
Because he always attacks at the weakest point, better known as the flesh
He will use fast women to try to distract you from your wife
He will use greed to try to distract you from your Life
He will use false love to justify domestic violence
He will use the conflict of confusion to disrupt any peaceful silence
He is cunning and conniving, like no other ever known to this Earth
He promises fortune and fame, happiness and Love, but empty dreams are all they are worth
He offers temptations which are so very hard to resist
Then he hides the consequence by telling us he doesn't exist
He clouds the weakest minds with drugs and destroys necessities with desire
He attempts to weaken your Spirit by takaing your focus off the only Power Higher
He dwells in corruption, as the greatest enemy, he will debate
But all he can use is influence, sin is a deed only we can perpetrate
And his influence can have no power if I simply choose to deny
Only I can be my enemy because it's always my choice, please don't believe the lie