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#Plea_for_our_daughters_and_sisters_lives
No no no...as the last words of a daughter, begging her murderer, begging for her life and still he continued and ebbed the soul out of her body. The mood in South Africa is now down, heavy dark cloud hangs over us all, not just clouds, but traumatized spirits of daughters and sisters, everywhere everyone wiping tears, that pours immensely.
Fear traps pride, instead of celebrating birth of daughters, we tremble, silenced by fear. South Africa has turned from a home to a den of predators, preying daily on our daughters and sisters.
The streets, schools, even our homes no longer safe, for our own by our own, worse when churches too have joint hands in perpetrating, in South Africa no female is ever safe
How many should die in the hands of those who claimed to love them, how must be killed by fathers, boyfriends and husbands before we all say enough, are we to wait until there are no more daughters and sisters in our homes? Are we to wait until the are no longer spaces in graveyards to burry, for they will be filled by our sisters and daughters alone?
The silence has gone way too silence for one to not speak, emotions evoked in me, skews my spirit, wanna lean but daughters and sisters are nowhere near to hold me, the spaces around me, where once sisters and daughters occupied, are horrifying, I fear South Africa shall one day have no daughters to call, for the taking is out of control,
Dear God, please salvage our daughters, from the grip of heartless men, empty quickly the anger and remorseless filled hearts before they shut down completely, a women womb, of daughters. Intervene before all left in South Africa be names and memories of our daughters, your silence is deafening. I plea for our daughters and sisters lives
#Poetic_Ink
Your projectile language,
Has shattered my porcelain soul.
The ballistics of your words,
Trace back to your beautiful performance.
An arsenal of lethal…language,
Spoken from the chamber of your heart.
Targeting my virgin emotions,
…Piercing my self-esteem,
……Ricocheting your madness in my life.
“I love you”…dissipates in your smoke of lies.
I can still taste the gunpowder residue,
Off the barrel of your moist perpetrating lips.
The evidence still remains at the scene of the crime.
Stained sheets keep…dirty hotel secrets,
My wounded spirit collapsed to the floor of my body,
As the echoes linger within my shattered soul.
This truly is a testing time
when all around seek cause to find
something wrong with everything
that come out from my mouth or mind.
So easy now to let them win
and join their game… retaliate,
much harder still to stand my ground
while others seem to plan my fate.
Convincing people they’re not right
in treating others with contempt
but try to aim them at the light
and help their nasty streak repent.
I may not win this fragile fight
to change the ways of those I meet
whose presence leaves an ugly trail,
for this is truly quite a feat.
If just one should mend their way
and find within a calmer soul
so they can help the ones they greet
and not make hate their only goal,
then I will claim one battle won
by turning cheek to evil deed
and helping those who’d put me down
by perpetrating evil’s seed.
But caution guides my every step
when walking close to evil’s gate
for truly I could scorch my soul
…………..if tempted to retaliate!
Ivor G Davies
Angel Bones
Two Hundred fifteen angels (Narration by an elder)
each buried in a shallow grave
The monsters said the Angels were savages
that they were there to save
Each little heartbeat
cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers. (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth”
“Those who survived us
have tried to be our voice.
Why have they been silenced?
Please listen it’s a choice.”
“Return us to our families,
so they can beat the drum.
Then our spirits will find peace,
in the place that we are from.”
“The world must know the truth,
the Government didn’t know best.
They fed us to pale monsters,
we were cursed instead of blessed.”
“Yes cruel pale faced monsters,
robed in uniforms of black.
Pretended to be Godly,
while perpetrating their attack.”
“Touching our little bodies,
telling us we were blind.
Deriving their cruel cruel pleasures,
monsters of a different kind.”
“The school was their playground,
these monsters had their way.
Each time we tried to speak,
there was a price to pay.”
(Drum beats)
thump thump, thump thump,
Thump thump, thump thump
Thump thump, thump thump
(Native elders singing)
The bones of our innocent Angels (Narration by Elder)
that they buried beneath the ground.
Their spirits speak in unison
Without emitting a single sound
Each little heartbeat
Cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers, (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth.”
there is a particular indention in the wind
it is just enough for you to save me
i thought for sure that i was going to blow away,
but here you come with a shield so needed
there is a particular pause in the grey sky's movements
it is just enough for you to cover me
i thought for sure that i was going to be struck by lightning,
but here you come providing shelter from the storm
i was once a nobody perpetrating the fraud
my reimbursement was the occasional drink from the nearest water fountain
i risked my delicate stomach for some free food and a listening ear
i risked my personal safety for a peaceful place despite my fear
when opportunity knocked, i acted like i was not home
i would be the professional waver offering free housesitting without knowing
i tainted my own forward progress by just hanging around without growing
when belief in the self is indulging in idle time, the easiest pastime is to roam
then along came a similar sound in the same version of my walk
the footprints are just as unsure
the look in the eyes are just as bewildered
this is when i knew....Only God Knows....
there is in particular emphasis on a sincerity smile
it is just enough for me to appreciate you
i thought for sure that i was going to have dream lumps on my head for days
but here we go again joyfully packing suitcases in the trunk of the car
People tend to get the connection between religion and relationships confused
we need to learn to distinguish which one would be more important to us if we lose
Jesus the Christ was born solely to die for our salvation
high on a cross on Mount Calvary His final destination
from the moment that Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit tree
the shadow of the cross appeared thus perpetrating mankind's destiny
Jesus was the ransom, He was a symbol of God's unconditional love
He was a gift sent to us from the Heavens up above
He was a dead man walking, He was the sacrificial Lamb of God
His blood to wash away all the sin and unrighteousness in our hearts
the Crucifixion has already been put into place
the Resurrection was God's saving grace
the favor and grace of God that to us has been freely giving
the love of God that allows the spirit of Jesus to keep on living
we need to understand its not because of anything we say or do
its simply the love of God which flows towards you
its not about anything that is man-made
its all about the love that to us God gave
as you didn't find God, it was God who found you
He's always been there waiting for you to come to
So now shout Hallelujah and give God all the praise
fall down on your knees and let your hands to Him be raised
just receive the love of God that is coming towards thee
a gift that's been given to us totally and completely free
Adam mused and stroked his beard saying, "I've really got it made!
All I do is eat and sleep and lie beneath The Tree Of Life for shade!
That is until a couple of weeks ago when God put me in a trance!"
He sayeth, "Loan me a rib to create a wife, your love life to enhance!"
"In one fell swoop unto me He created a lovely lady named Eve!"
I asked, "Why is thy physique so different than mine? - I was so naive!"
"Come hither, big fella" said Eve, "I think we can figure it out!"
That's how the "genesis" of Cain, Abel and Enoch came about!"
"With a wife and kids to support, my problems now began.
I regret to say that is what brought about the eventual fall of man!"
"A sneaky snake talked Eve into eating fruit from The Tree Of Life.
Since that little dido, I and humankind have known nothing but strife!"
"Heretofore, we could romp, play and roam about Eden undressed.
Now, I have to wear scratchy fig leaves that really leave me stressed!"
"Cain is in the hoosegow for a fit of rage and the slaying of his brother.
Why me Lord? Why this onerous scourge upon me and his mother?"
"On top of all of this, I now have to labor for my daily chow.
Alas, all of mankind must now toil by the sweat of their brow!"
"Folks, I'm sorry for perpetrating such terrible misery in your life.
Truth be told, you can blame that wily snake and my wayward wife!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed 4th in Linda-Marie's "Adam In Eden" Contest
He enters the neighborhood bitter
from cold cases old grudges and gripes
his musty breath is shallow stone cold
coming from his angry nostrils transferred
yet again for bad behavior after sucking
the life out of another non suspecting poor
individual while suspended to the desk duties
for a few months he lay in waiting creating slander
perpetrating falsehoods for the weak the helpless
the vulnerable homeless the disabled the injured
veterans families down on their luck he's mastered
the boroughs villages canals valley's street corners
and hills throughout the city children run from his
thumping hoofs craving blood sweat and tears
of urban survivors holding on by mere threads
praying for spiritual guidance redemption from
this evil hoping for strong minded individuals
to somehow provide ethical support leadership
crumbles rams locking horns while performing their
civic duties of washing the scum off the streets
when instead Mr excessive force organized brutality
home invasions intimidation fear corruption
abuse of power rises about the small towns
of little people whose cries are never heard
until a sudden riot approaching engulfing a city
the watchers always look on in disbelief as the flames
crawl block for block windows smashed glass shatters
into a million pieces reflecting the eyes of despair
graffiti begins to cover store fronts meanwhile
friendly fire explodes sifting through reasoning
remorse the crying kind Danny boy oh boy oh boy
a quiet calm cease to behold a sullen peace
the trying time beckoning the emptiest eyes
malice unfolds first responders are grieving
as Mr excessive force is now leaving
Outa State Plates
Billy Bob and Jimbo’s jaws dropped
Along with Mrs. Miller’s porcelain plates
Caught in the act
Two fools perpetrating a dish stealing crime spree
Unsavory, onerous in nature, by the perpetrators
Smashed to bits were dishes and windows
Scattered about the basement floor
The old widow’s china lay destroyed
Add Breaking and entering to the charges
A total disregard for the keeping of the peace
Not to mention the deprivation of sleep
The Sheriff cornered them there in their get away
Escaping with a salvaged plate or two
“What are you boys up to?”….ventured the law
Stunned, short winded, and caught, they replied;
“We like the pretty designs on these things officer sir.’
“They have fancy writing too.”
“We were just borrowing them for a while….thank you.”
The old lady enlightened the gathering
“They’re priceless antiques from Germany!”
The Sheriff took Billy Bob and Jimbo away
Charged them with stealing outa state plates
Touching is something that people take for granted
A thing of youth
Age deprives
you learn to live without touch
Do you remember what it was like to touch silk and skin
Do you remember what it was like to kiss
Gentle soft skin against gentle soft skin
It's a guilty remembrance
as if I am perpetrating some kind of crime
How dare I
How dare I
remember you when you may not want to be remembered
Silk is the word that always comes to mind
Like running my hands over water
Oh God I did love water
Swimming is one of those things I don't do
any more
To be wet when you're young it's so beautiful
Your features are purified and exaggerated
and extraordinary and beautiful and clean
You are never more beautiful in youth
than when you are wet or cold and flushed pink
To be wet when you're old
it's just
to be seen in all of your imperfections
ashen and dry even when wet
Age doesn't like to swim
And age is not improved by cold
But I remember when I used to swim
like a dolphin dipped and dives
and stopping to catch breath
I would float my hands on the water
rest them on the velvet surface
caress it and feel its definition
it's otherworldly texture
It's atomic form
Silken and otherworldly and impossible
just as you felt to touch
How could anything feel so completely soft and pure
and right
Our world is losing its water just as I am losing my water
My beautiful world is drying
I'm dry
I dream water and remember the books that you wanted me to read Dune
In which water was so precious that even tears were saved only for those you love the most