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Masha Amini was an Iranian woman who was kept captive in jail for clamoring for Women’s Rights. Later she died in police custody under suspicious circumstances. Her death led to widespread civil unrest and protests. This is in the voice of Masha/ Civil uprising in Iran-Year, 2022
What crime did I do to deserve this?
To be brutally beaten and imprisoned?
When rapists, rogues and robbers roam scot-free
What crime did I do to deserve this persecution?
I am a woman of self-respect and dignity
I believe man and woman have equal rights
I wish to see my sisters walk in dignity
I can’t but rebel against all man-made manacles,
That bind a woman’s hands and legs,
Putting shackles on her mind, and body.
My mind revolts when we can’t walk free.
So offensive it is to cover our heads with hijab
And wrap ourselves in several folds of linen.
I feel it a blatant denial of human rights.
I am sure the unreasonable restrictions imposed,
Will smother and cripple the fair sex.
I am allegedly arrested and am now in prison bars,
For violating and disrespecting Iran’s ‘Modesty code’
The fanatics dream that with my death,
The clamor for freedom will die down.
I am sure it will only blaze fierce in future days,
Thousands will join, holding hands,
Pledging their solidarity for a common cause,
Drawing inspiration from me and women like me.
Again, our shrieks for freedom,
Can never be stifled or silenced.
In cloistered darkness, I wait,
Hoping to witness a bright sunrise.
An infinitesimal slight speck tickled
nostril follicle – activated via an itty
bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger
than a mole luck yule set in motion a
chain reaction, whence mine sensitive
proboscis honker (wheeze - hilly little
bridged fine tuned pug nose aroma
sensor), got unexpectedly in gauged
(in holy matt trim mo’ knee) to achew,
and eschew pledging troth (in favor of
hanky-panky) found this chap feeling
phlegmatic because an endless string
of faux allergic emanations, which
upon subsiding left me throat rather
raspy and voice some octaves deeper
akin to a coterie of celebrated jumping
frogs from Calaveras County, California
took residence and refused leaving
stranglehold upon math rote upon
awakening from a hard day’s journey
into night across the outer limits
of thine twilight zone resurrected
during slumber, yet upon awakening
felt much refreshed and hungry enough
to eat a horse – nee – make that forced
whore – gulped down within a hoof
n hour and now recount how back in
the day when zooming thru the Lilies
of the Valley (whooshing mass elf tubby
an aeroplane) frequent bouts with uber
twittering snapchatting sinus attacks
besieged crinkled, doppelganger expeller
for germs hunting with his clean X
instantaneously for nasal passages
to enter surreptitiously the fecund
effluvia dripping, oozing, and seeping
clear liquid as wintry cold air looses
droplets from out a near frozen nose,
which bloke knows not why frigid blast
stimulates gallimaufry of sniffling
to spurt into a volume of one after
another gesundheit donning, snorting
trumpeting unwittingly confusing
Canadian geese, who misconstrue
the honking from midway centered
facial organ, which angry birds
in tandem with flock of Seagulls
quite perturbed to espy one curmudgeon
chap clapping hands over (what feels
like Smashing Pumpkins on face)
in an effort to stifle subsequent gummy
emissions, which residue expectorated
with heave hoe shove
schnoz el tov blowing into snot-rag.
What did you say Punk? I was horrified; my heart fell with a clunk.
It was the ultimate hoodiest craziest out-of-control king. Mafioso Cat.
He is usually the last one people see before they land in a black trunk.
I began apologizing almost immediately, because I know he is quite Phat.
He told his minions to bring me over, and two of them got on each side.
I knew I could not outrun them, and frankly, there was nowhere to hide.
I went with my head down, thinking I was going to be thrown in a ditch.
Mafioso Cat said “Why did you think we were talking to you, you little Twitch?”
I threw myself at him, begged for mercy, pledging him my allegiance for life.
He's probably never before seen this loyalty from an unknown house wife.
Mafioso Cat threw back his head and laughed until he was hiccupping now.
I was just kidding, Lady, he said with a dapper gentleman’s kittenish bow.
So when he got arrested and thrown in the slammer I brought him some fish.
He asked me to bring kibble, and I baked a shank into a casserole dish.
Now we share the same cell, my godfather, Mafioso Cat and me.
Happy to work in the kitchen when we are not in Cell number Three.
President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
So many things I want to tell you my Dad
But I choke up in tears feeling awfully sad,
I grew-up so fast since the day you died
Pledging urgently to do well as tears dried.
Don't recall listening to anything you said
Never took trash out, never made my bed,
You asked me to study, keep up my grades
Instead I focused on video games I played.
To earn my badges, we went on scouting trips
Soon after, I stopped going to their meetings.
You will be proud Dad, now I have some clout
I honored your will becoming an Eagle Scout.
Remember the day when we played baseball
You stole second base ahead of my fast ball.
Recalling happy times with love and might
We miss you so much at dinner every night.
I have aced my grades in science and math
Well on my way to choosing a career path,
I'm proud to tell you Stanford accepted me
On a full scholarship I'll complete my degree.
I was so self absorbed, always feeling mad
I never told you how much I love you Dad.
I wish to be just like you, but can never be
Standards you set are so high to achieve.
I have taken a job to help Mom pay the bills
We watch every penny avoiding the thrills.
Mom will visit you soon, she's well as can be
Please let her know you're so proud of me!
Placed 2nd
September 16, 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2
Rhyme:aabb
Painting by: Mike Theuer
Sponsor: Silent One
As the Sun slowly sets on another day,
I wonder what has led me to these thought that stray.
Thoughts of another place another time,
Ones I do not understand of a life I somehow left behind.
A life so long ago
A place and era I didn’t even know.
And yet this dream each day comes to me
And there you are always standing before me
My brave warrior who gently offers your hand to me
And pledging your heart to me for eternity
I blink my eyes and the image is gone
Like the sun the image has moved on
So now I'll wait for another day
And maybe this time he will once again appear and stay
I will feel his touch and he’ll whisper softly to me
Come to the mountains with me my lady .
Listen to the wind passing by
From the alienated side of the world
To the world beyond decorated mountains
Blowing quietly and peacefully
And invigorating like happy rivers in dry season,
Thereby pledging allegiance to natural order
So, I decided to turn back and follow the wind
To find its place of comfort
For, if it was not for the good,
It wouldn't blow, then,
Going back is the only hope,
That I will reach the sacred palace
Where the wind lays its roots
To absorb that peaceful air
And find solace in its presence
May be one day when I come back,
I will be happier, so pleasing
And stronger like the wind
Broken Promises
They say that a promise is
A comfort to a fool.
To a child a broken
promise is the biggest
disappointment they
will ever experience so
do not make promises to them
that you don't intend to keep.
To a lover a broken promise
is a trust gone astray!
To a mother from a child-
its many nights without sleep.
From a nation to its people-
Another Political trick.
To a soldier longing for home
It's his life being spent.
But that promise
you made between
yourself and your creator -
Seems be the
hardest one to keep.
When promises made too self are
broken you've dug a hole too deep.
Those are the worse of days-
You have tuned God's channels out
.
You think that you are in control-
And soon realize you're not.
Yet, promises made daily ‘’to self’’
are USUALLY FIRST- then -quickly forgotten.
THESE Are the only promises
that could have saved your life.
If only your promises to self
you were determined to keep.
Maybe THEN I WOULD TRUST
THE PROMISES MADE TO ME.
Please do not comfort me
with your empty words,
When it's only your
self you want to serve.
Why, make a fool
of me, yourself-
and everyone else?
PLEDGING obligations that
you cannot meet.
You had no intentions of
pleasing anyone but yourself.
Another broken promise -
You never got around to.
Another poem written-
in shades of blue.
Another night without sleep.
Another promise, you failed to keep.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
My Lord, I entrust myself to You…
Praising You for Your loving kindness
Saving me from hell, granting me eternal life’s greatness;
Keep me acknowledging Your graciousness.
I entrust to You my soul, my God…
Thanking You for Your sanctification daily
Cleansing me from my unrighteousness fully;
Keep me forsaking my sins with Your help totally.
My Saviour, to You do I entrust my faith…
Submitting to You my dedication
As You work for my restoration;
Keep me yielding to Your direction.
To You, my Father, do I entrust my heart…
Esteeming You as I am Thine
Striving never to depart from Your design;
Keep me obeying Your will, perfectly divine.
My Master, I entrust to You my commitment…
Pledging my fidelity to our covenant together
While You promise me Your care forever;
Keep me cleaving to You against doubts that bother.
*Deuteronomy 13:4 Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.
June 13, 2019
Just as children catch butterflies for their specimen books, in 1665, Johannes Vermeer captured the image of The Girl with a Pearl Earring, and, in 1770, Thomas Gainsborough caught the soul of The Blue Boy. In 1922, the youths met at an exhibition in the National Gallery in London. Listen:
Have you wondered if logic would allow
a soul to be ripped from “the here and now”
to fly like spirits in dreams or faintings -
or when a torn canvas is two paintings
pledging a silent wedding vow?
On either side of an elegant room,
stood two attractive figures once snatched from life's bloom
by artists who'd turn to oils and flatten
a boy in blue satin
and a girl in Dutch costume.
Said the boy, "Miss, with the pearl on your ear,
won't you join me in my painting here?"
Said the girl, "I'd love for us to be a single work of art,
and you already have my heart.
It would be so lovely, dear...
but, a couple, we can never be.
We're meant to live in our own beauty;
and though, each other, we have chosen,
in cruel time and space, we're frozen,
torn from life by fate - apart for eternity".