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Threatening me directly in my face
you want to appear bigger, you are not to be feared.
Knowledge empowers....
With every breath I will speak out
the world must know your type.
I wont give you the satisfaction of loosing my temper,
I will wrestle with you and always win, every time.
Identifying prey you perpetrate, manoeuvre your way in;
the thrill of the kill your stimulation
relentless in your obsession which you live and breathe.
Dangerously Intense wearing a life of normal
turning on your killer charm, pouncing on weakness
single....looking for love;
Turkish delight promise no sweet filling have you,
you reek of manipulation all in sight.
People have no idea of what they are flirting with
fatal attraction love is blind,
those who dared to love you, believed your lies, sadly it's too late.
Theories are formed and tested, proprietary can disguise,
good intuition, gut instinct it's true!,
under all circumstances it cant just be a bit of fun, you wont let go.
Incapable of love your'e not wired that way, sad but true,
take care my darling the love emotion is gone.
Don't be deceived not even for a minute when two mingled into one
all the love in the world you don't care you say what everyone wants to hear....
I love you baby. You say it to own it, black and white ice, control
that's your game, we a concept you simply cannot understand,
you chill me to the bone still I will never fear you.
I will ruthlessly expose you....flesh; the wounds of our interaction lay bare.
Brave in life your final moments victim no, that wasn't you
not even blood stained can define...still you oh yes, ...always.
The traits of your psyche displayed for all to see,
Cold, calculating, remorseless demon murderer John Doe, I will give you a name.
Killing, disposing of all who gets in your way.
Never taking responsibility for your actions, selfish to the core
but intimate strands of DNA betray you.
Knowledge empowers, defenceless we are not, we are stronger because of love x
For all the innocent individuals....Mothers, Father, Children brutally slain, torn apart, I feel your pain.....
Rest in peace.
I/we will always remember.....
Holy as incense rising....each person lifted high
Brave in life....silence is golden all that's left unsaid.
Everyone is searching for answers in the midst of current tragedies
Two unarmed black men and five white cops gunned down mercilessly
Black in Americans are incensed over the slaying of so many black men
But the answer is not the killing of white cops to make it even
Yet there is very little sympathy or justice when a black man is slayed
But if a white cop is shot a social uproar is on full display
Dear America I need you to comprehend it's about the economy
As there's not enough to go around for the majority
The economical and political climate of Jesus's time is just like today
Where the poor and downtrodden are hopeless, harassed and totally dismayed
The system then and the system now continues to perpetrate
A class of low income and disenfranchised who can never formulate
A means to attain any kind of status or develop any wealth
Living in substandard conditions which affects their self worth
Oppressed, depressed and totally distressed
Never to ever experience any form of progress
And until there is progress for all there will be economic strife
And until there is true equality there will be no peace in life
We need to address the ideology that systemically demonizes
And remember America was founded with violence and needs to realize
That African Americans will no longer sit quietly
and see our people be killed everyday
No justice, no peace and we will have our say
We are all children of the most high God
He loves us all and has us in His heart
You are no better than me and I'm no better than you
And the color of our skin doesn't make that less true
Dear America I hope you come to comprehend and understand
That all lives do matter be you a Caucasian or a Black man
Dear America we need to be like Jesus and have true compassion
With a desire to make positive change its time to take action
Dear America I need you to open your eyes and truly see
That there is no more plantation occupancy
Black Americans are now educated and many economically sound
We are no longer your property so stop trying to tear us down
We are more than conquerors we are survivors
and we claim the victory
Its time for you to let go of that slave owner mentality
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
I think perhaps, there is no sadder thing to know
then many of the works of Edgar Allan Poe.
In reading those familiar bardic words
I find I could be scared
of death, dreams, bells and birds.
Aside the tomb of his most beloved “Annabelle Lee”
lie all the stormy raging of the deep Atlantic sea.
Loving and having once been alive and free
but lost in death to someone else’s coveting,
in the end, we all give in
to the strength and wild tempest of the wind.
There are lesson taught that remain unlearned
when life and liberties are too often spurned
and we lie down beside the gentler morning tide
to await our turn to touch the life and death divide.
In the dark shadows of oncoming night
I lit a candle to hold steady, soft and bright
to keep me safe when I was not awake
keeping back the angels from my soul to take
I drifted off to quiet pleasured deeper somber scary sleep,
within Poe’s “A Dream Within A Dream” i did creep.
In silent ponderings I read and clearly heard “the Bells”
awaiting each sound fill the air around which it swells
in the ringing, singing, tingling and clinging spells to tell
of clamoring steel and metal clashing, smashing, trashing,
while all the world is spent of cost within its own created loss
repeating non-jubilant rehashed bashings
that sing out and shout and scream for more
of hate and fear and pain and war
waiting to pounce angrily in the name of God
to perpetrate God’s will in some hidden fraud.
Then “The Raven” calls, causing all to be distraught
at the writings, its verbiage, the readings exceeding naught.
There softly stepping was a vision imbedded in indebting
that around me I wrapped the covers from my bedding
to no avail; the caw, the cries, the yells could not be stilled
and I lost the powers of my mind, my heart, my will.
as voices filled the air with shiver shaking chills four score
while in the shadows crept visions of his sweet lost “Lenore”,
and there I stand along some solitary shore
shouting to the wind,
Nevermore.
THIS SHOW MUST STOP
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
The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate
A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait
There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates
A pair of tortuous demons meant all Hell to perpetrate
We will not yield in panic! We will not abdicate!
The oaths we swore, though did not know what fortune could mandate
Then all at once the door explodes like Hell’s infernal gate
And from its raw primordial wound two creatures detonate
A thunderous commotion rings as demons orchestrate
Concussive pandemonium ‘til heads reverberate
Our precious things and property? Just grist to lubricate
The cogs and gears of ruin in their trek to decimate
All supplications fail to slow or cause to deviate
The terrors’ stupefying quest to misappropriate
It seems no thing that we hold dear shall realize escape
Each second’s an eternity, yet hours accelerate
And suddenly as it began, the anarchy abates
Back to their lair they are recalled and though they hesitate
To disobey their Master’s voice they dare not contemplate
So final mischief they perform then through the door gyrate
Perdition’s gate they seal once more, no fear can infiltrate
Now silence will return again and we’ll recuperate
In time the fear will disappear and doubts evaporate
So order once again returns, our world to dominate
Yet in our minds there still exists (though we equivocate)
Confession for the origin of this despairing state
For harsh parental curse once made we can’t repudiate
What went around has come around to now reciprocate
Thus progeny of progeny is ours to expiate
We can’t take back what Nature in its wisdom still dictates
"I hope your children grow up to be JUST LIKE YOU!" still grates
And devil’s laughter is the fee we pay to procreate
Date: December 19, 2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
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.
The Tangled Web
Lines on her face grew deeper when fabrications were conceived
When further contradictions came, she knew not what to believe
Caught in a lie I’d be sent to my room; there’d be no reprieve
Mom said, "A tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive”
My boyfriend had no license yet; we wanted to double date
To get my mom’s permission, a lie I had to perpetrate
Claimed the driver was my boyfriend’s brother to mom’s fears abate
This was the first strand in a tangled web I chose to create
When the invitation to his wedding came, mom was irate
The “driver” had another last name, more lies I did inflate
“They have the same mom, just different dads,” but this did not equate
She’d met his Catholic parents; divorce was against our mandate
“His older brother’s father died.” This made my mom a skeptic
I wish mom would have washed my mouth out with an antiseptic
For now the web that hovered above had grown so very thick
Mom was on to me for sure, so she devised a clever trick
At mass my mom asked his where her first husband had been buried
How quickly she responded, “I’ve never before been married.”
For two years these lies had grown, and so much guilt I had carried
This snowball led me to declare I’d never again mislead
Though the truth may bring results that are unsatisfactory
You won’t be covered by webs built of story upon story
And when the truth prevails, you won’t see eyes accusatory
Or spend your teen years in a room filled with falsehoods’ armory
*True story for Paula’s “My Parent” contest
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