Long Pretends Poems
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Kirk is a rooster in a suit,
yelling “freedom”
while polishing his boots
so no mud ever touches him.
He’s all mouth,
no fight,
selling rage like it’s champagne.
Vance skulks in the corner,
smokes his own shame,
pretends he’s the last honest man
while sniffing nostalgia
and blaming everyone
for everything he hates.
Kirk’s dreams are neat,
Vance’s are crooked,
both lie like toothless gamblers
pretending their debts don’t exist.
Kirk waves banners,
Vance waves ghosts—
same emptiness,
different dress code.
They think they’re fighting wars.
They’re not.
They’re clipping feathers
off each other’s parrots
while the world burns
and nobody remembers their names
tomorrow.
Politics?
It’s just theater for men
who smell like fear and whiskey,
and both of them—
roosters or ghosts—
stumble drunk
on the same cracked stage.
In shadows deep, where truth is lost/
I stand falsely accused, innocence lost/
Wrongfully convicted, they tore me from God/
My soul too pure for Heaven's facade/
Through realms of darkness/
I descended the Qliphoth's depths where light pretends/
Barriers break, and chains unbind/
A journey forged, a fate refined/
I face trials, a spirit bold/
In the shadows, a heart of gold/
No earthly ties, no mortal claim/
Descending through the voids of dark flames/
With each step taken, power found/
The weight of lies, no longer bound/
From a path of light forged in darkness/
The first to rise, an endless span/
A God is born in cosmic space/
Through strength and willpower, renewed hope/
The journey of the falsely accused/
This is a call to arms, not with guns, but with pens
In the battleground of classrooms, where history pretends
Textbooks are prisons, locking away truths untold
Lessons are handcuffs, keeping minds on hold
We're force-fed a diet of colonial lies
Digesting distortions, our heritage dies
But today we rise, we're breaking these chains
Dismantling doctrines, rewiring our brains
Cultural colonization, a virus in our veins
Infecting our thinking, causing knowledge pains
But we're the antidote, we're the cure
Our stories are medicine, potent and pure
In this garden of learning, we're planting new seeds
Cultivating perspectives, uprooting the weeds
A decolonized curriculum? That's our harvest goal
Rich with diversity, feeding the soul
Let the silence be shattered, let voices erupt
Like volcanoes of truth, no longer corrupt
We're weaving a tapestry, threads intertwined
Colours of cultures, no longer confined
Education's a river, not a stagnant pool
Flowing with stories, no longer a tool
Of oppression and erasure, of whitewashed deceit
We're flooding the banks, sweeping bias off its feet
Cultural colonization? We're building a dam
Against its currents, we take our stand
In every classroom, let's light a fire
Of curiosity, let knowledge burn higher
We're scribes of our stories, authors anew
Rewriting the narrative, long overdue
So come all you students, teachers, hear our decree
Education's not shackles, it's the key to be free
Slam this message home, let it resound
In halls of learning, let truth be found
For when we unshackle minds, we'll truly see
A world where each culture stands proud and free
RUNAWAY BRIDE
Down the ailse she walks
Bouquet in her hand smile on her face
To the alter where her love awaits
Her heart so pure and true
Her friends and family all in view
Her veil hides her face and tears
Her body hidden by the dress she wears
White the colour of purity
Pink the color of innocence
Her dark brown eyes clouded by promises
Thump thump her heart beats faster
Her grip tightens on the arm of her father
Every doubt shes ever had
Passes through her mind , so ugly so bad
Questions to which she doesn't have the answers
Her footsteps slow to a halt
Curious eyes look to her
Back and forth, bride and groom
The mistress there pretends to swoon
But she knows better the lies and laughter
Behind her back they all must chatter
She turns around and begins to run
As if someone there held a gun
Out the door her veil behind
Bouquet on the floor , her name being yelled
Oh what a tale, a tale to tell
Once upon a time a girl fell for a prince
No other man she fell for since
A real prince charming to her eyes
She was fooled from all the lies
Once upon a time a girl fell for a mister
But soon she found out
He loved her sister.
MERAKI MY SOUL LOVES MAN
a loving touch
I love so much
(a mother taking care of her children)
mankind
winded
I still love mankind
always I'm placing my prayers on him
Meraki my soul loves man
so inter-wand, I love you so
Mr and Mrs, boys and girls
know greater love than I have for humanity
I pray and wish for deployment and racial equality
I'm in stilled I still love man
a hold of flesh
alive with breathe
mankind
millions to pray for i still love all humans
Humanity god, Jesus liberty
Physicians sponsored for the body
Caress the meds inside in (of me)
Oh! my love for
mankind I love humanity
I'm in stilled I still love man
I still love mankind
always I'm placing my prayers on him
Meraki my soul loves man
Without God there'd be
no birth of you nor me
without God were is humanity
Mankind
unwind
Your so in your..
pretends tense unkind
Save me Father
I love mankind
Even tho he's so unkind
still calm peace
a soft spoken prayer
leads me to my continual love for him
leading to my soul hearts
love for displaced wickedness
unwinded blinded unkind yet I still love
mankind
holding myself and my brother I love you
Holding me embrace me the love for you
Look, sing about Meraki
I still love mankind
always I'm placing my prayers on him
Meraki my soul loves man
12/02/17
For Contest: MERAKI
Sponsored by: Silent One
On Being Human
(violence — coward’s masque)
To walk as man is not to stand complete,
But bear a fracture no resolve can beat;
We move with hunger braided into care,
And fear beside the love we would repair.
The hand that shields may also learn to strike,
The tongue that heals may wound the soul alike;
For mercy and for cruelty contend
Within the same brief breath we would defend.
We speak of reason, yet are sway’d by flame,
And name our trembling virtues, not our shame;
The blow once dealt is call’d a rightful stand,
As though the heart had not advised the hand.
Thus violence, dressed well in cause or creed,
Pretends to serve what fear alone decreed;
It wears the mask of strength, but cannot hide
The smaller truth it dares not face inside.
Yet still, in fault and fracture, something stays—
A reaching toward the good we half-betray;
For even those who fall the farthest wrong
Retain a sense that harm is not their song.
To be human is to know this inward war,
And choose restraint where impulse urges more;
Not pure, nor safe, nor innocent of stain,
But answerable—to suffer, learn, refrain.
Thus judge not man by what he claims to be,
Nor by the myths that grant him certainty;
But mark him where he pauses, bruised and aware,
And chooses not to wound what he could tear.
Soft is the pillow beneath my head
as dread sweeps over the world
Haunting dreams with chilling screams
shrill as a lonely wind
Crisp and cool is the linen sheet
ample and soft in my generous bed
Instead of the act of counting sheep
I count the ones who trudge the night
who shake with fear in weary flight
While those who sit so eagerly
sit smug and bask, contently reek
with pride who boast philanthropy
What consequence lie the victory?
Who pretends surprise that when a limping peace
Returns in fragments a nation's youth
Do they turn their heads, for second look?
Those who stand erect in patriotic pride
Forgetful that it was not they who've sacrificed?
When dread sweeps over the world tonight
Bleak as a wind in the desperate fight
As I lay myself down to go to sleep
I pray for young souls who now lay dead
And pray for souls that trudge the night
And all the brave who fight the fight
Now I lay me down to sleep
And last I pray for those who weep...
~
She is nothing, but an ordinary woman
I learnt she was made from a rib
Looking in debt, she's not just a human
She makes you complete, a special kind of being
She loves like a child and she never offends
And when she is wrong she never pretends
She'll tell you she's sorry and she'll always be there
To love and to please you
She's a wonderful human
She is really, not just a woman
A lover, a friend, a wonderful woman
A keeper, a wife, a special kind of woman
So gentle and kind, an angel she is
The roof that will shed you from rain and from sun
The door that welcomes you, the bed to lie on
The pillar that holds you; She'll always be there
To love and to please you
She's a wonderful human
Don't you, lay your hands on her
Always, be right there for her
Never, say things that hurts her
Please her, prove that you love her
She loves like a child and she never offends
A wonderful woman, She never pretends.
Your mama, your sister, your lover your friend
That's who she is -
She's a wonderful woman
They came with books and broken laws,
With poison veiled in noble cause,
Whispers of "freedom" in their breath,
But all they brought was silent death.
"Athens," they claimed, "birthed this design"—
Yet nowhere did the ancients sign
A pact to force this frame on all,
To raise some up, to make most crawl.
When they arrived on Africa’s shore,
They found no beggars at the door,
But golden thrones and sacred trees,
And peace that danced upon the breeze.
No hunger carved our children’s cheeks,
No thieves in suits, no foreign leaks,
Just kingdoms vast with wisdom deep,
Now buried under foreign sleep.
Democracy, they say, is light—
But darkness grows beneath its might.
No wolf will bow to lambs in chains,
No lion feast on empty gains.
You took our grace for coward’s mask,
And made our blood your sacred task,
But no—our kindness was not fear,
And now the storm of truth draws near.
This system born in devil’s womb,
Pretends to bless, but builds a tomb.
Does nature vote on when to rise?
Do stars hold court to paint their skies?
God is no democrat in throne,
He does not need a public tone.
His justice flows from sacred fire,
Not hollow words that men admire.
Africa, awaken from your dream—
Your soul was sold for foreign scheme.
Your wealth, your will, your warrior song,
Still burns beneath what’s called “wrong.”
Dictate with love, with truth, with light,
Not puppets placed to dim your sight.
The kingdoms you once carved in gold
Were never ruled by lies bought, sold.
Today you beg where once you reigned,
Because their system keeps you chained.
Break it. Burn it. Let it fall.
And rise again, a lion tall.
Europe—step back, your age is done.
This lion wakes beneath the sun.
Your paper crowns and hollow fame
Shall bow before Africa’s name.
For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.
You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug
You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy
Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write
Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.
If I don’t hear from the poetry cop
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!
P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s
the write.