Long Prevention Poems
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"Raise the Shields"
(Dr. Spence Linking Pin Sonnet for Child Abuse Prevention Month)
Cries pierce the silence where trust should have grown,
Grown are the shadows where safety's unknown,
Unknown are the wounds that no eye can see,
See how the soul screams while lips whisper "free."
Free them from hands that betray every vow,
Vow to stand firm and protect them somehow,
Somehow light breaks through the thickest despair,
Despair shatters when bold hearts choose to care.
Care isn't passive — it shouts in the street,
Street after street, we march so harm meets defeat,
Defeat the silence, the shame, and the fear,
Fear not the battle — the children are near!
Near beats the heartbeat of futures at stake,
Stake down the shields — defend every child’s sake!
© USA Goodwill Ambassador, professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved (April 29, 2025).
People are afraid of catching the Coronavirus, we've seen better days.
What we should do is to take precautions and it won't hurt to pray.
Regularly use an alcohol-based hand rub or water and soap.
People can avoid catching this virus, we shouldn't give up hope.
Stay at least three feet away from people who cough and sneeze.
If we avoid touching our mouths, eyes and noses, it can help to prevent us from catching this disease.
When I went to a Shell Station, the sales clerk was wearing a mask.
I knew it was to protect her from the virus, I didn't even have to ask.
It's a bad epidemic and it's hard for people to cope.
Pray and take precautions and never give up hope.
"Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them". King Solomon*
Yes, the devil does plenty, but did he really make me do that?
I have both free will and a free choice to say 'yea or nay'.
I am subject to harassment by both the devil and my desires.
Desires to enter doors that shouldn't be opened;
Desires about which little is ever written;
Desires that seem harmless as kittens;
Desires that are hideous and hidden;
Desires that are sorely forbidden;
Desires of which we are frightened;
Desires by which we are smitten;
Desires by which we are bitten;
Desires by which we are driven;
Desires giving little, but much is taken;
Desires whose playing field is always uneven;
Desires that deceive and only lead to prison;
Desires that short-change and blind our vision;
Desires that are repugnant, causing great caution;
Desires that create divisions and cause great tension.
Desires can be cured, but it's better if there is prevention;
Desires may prey upon the innocent, causing havoc and friction;
I am averse to such who see everyone's fault except their own.
I have an aversion to long-winded speakers and attention seekers.
I have problems with greed and any who is opposed to love and generosity.
I am averse to those who are overly optimistic at the expense of reality.
092722PSCtest, Desires And Aversions. Unseeking Seeker
*Ecclesiastes 2:10a
Communication learning systems
like organic people
and plants
and living planets
could include education subsystems
Teaching/studying
employing nonviolent principles of communion
dialogue
co-reflection
co-investment
To optimize multicultural health
deepest
widest
wealthiest
most polyculturally inclusive
robust
thriving EarthTribe communion
To repair retributive justice win/lose
discommunicating corrupt systems
to restore global green/blue
regenerative peace
Multi-generational
holistic win/win learning systems
could include historic education
re-communicating
reconnecting secular and sacred
ego/eco-bilateral systems
Employing co-passionate principles
of trauma prevention
to replace social crime infection
and state autocracy deception
and federated kleptocracy invention
Unitarian inter-continental communication systems
redundantly responsibly regenerative
could include polymorphic learning
co-empathic emotional skills
employing compassionate organic communication
win/win mediating dialogue
metamorphic reflection
To optimize health wealthiest
EarthTribe polycultural communication
for learning climate thrival skills
healthier organically together
than falling robotically apart.
Modern Concentration Stamps For Query
Heights of subtly decide the best points for invention
Delights of brevity decide the next poetic composition
Insights of entropy reside and then collide in patient comprehension
Conspicuous engagements of the outspoken looking for transparent attention
Ridiculous derangement of the broken ones that should have been all about prevention
Ambiguous retainment of the disguise which illuminates the apprehension
Promiscuous enragement that results in confined detention
I’m bereft aloof alone unkempt and broken at the knees
Contempt for those who have it all and still are hard to please
Cement the groves of the dead to mourn as the wind flows thru the trees
Circumvent the throes of dread that form as I long to be set free
Abdication of the crown for a superficial reason
Fabrication that’s renowned that quantifies as spiritual treason
Aberration of profound modern lies that define the season
Condemnation of the resounding cries that refine the notion of partisan
Holocausts and starvation not resigned to history anymore
Concentration camps a modern feature as we watch them knock upon deaths door
Instigation of disenfranchised people that have no place but to remain poor
Obfuscation of the unbelievable that demand we stand for more
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
I know no amount of time can buy back Your blessing
When sins are getting ready for barring
Though nice and godlike is my dressing
But time at will, to call shall soon define my bearing.
I know no dancing steps can win Your attention
For You see beyond heart in its open pretension
Unless mercy arise to raise keen intervention
Lengthy time; a waste cum sins' prevention
I know no beat can attract Your ears
It is not to conformity; the drum cheers
For you won't get thrilled easily like my peers
Who will not get body loosed like they've taken beers
I know no rhymes can awake Your humor
Hasty news we care about being rumor
Is not just only a little bit more bloomer
But makes You not our all time best consumer
Now 52, she was one of the first heroin addicts I had ever met.
Having been addicted for years, now death was her greatest threat.
Both her days and nights were spent turning tricks and getting high.
Having failed to be free many times, she decided to give it one last try.
She decided to check into Prevention House, which is where I met her.
Her life would be forever changed, beginning that cold Chicago December.
She was tempted to protest, but she felt this time she will not fail the test
She waved goodbye to heroin heaven and said hello to her haven of rest.
Then, there was Mac who was an angry and bitter man bound by alcohol.
He tells a story of shooting a man and the thrill of watching him fall.
Mac later tried alcohol for cheap thrills which became his greatest fall of all. He did beat alcohol but was never able to be cured from cirrhosis of the liver.
Like Flo, Mac overcame his addiction and gained peace with God forever.
122320PSCtest, Addiction Poetry, Rob Levasseur
A sip of wine feels oh, so fine
When I encounter tension.
It calms the nerves and too, preserves
Reality’s suspension.
A glass of wine’s not out of line
When there’s some apprehension
That things won’t be so fancy-free,
Though that’s not your intention.
A wine carafe might make you laugh
And, maybe by extension,
Your worries flee and then you’ll see
The powers of prevention.
A jug of wine may help define
And call to your attention,
The fact that life is filled with strife,
Which nobody will mention.
So have a drink; your fears will shrink.
I’ll broker no dissension –
And then you’ll sleep and problems keep
In slumberland’s dimension.
I never did felt belonged
I never really do have the need
From most everything I’m always gone
For I know... nothing is forever to keep
Of times to fuel despair
With time to ascertain uncertainties
Yet be nothing to compare
For that change to remain in broken sanities
To be exactly lying is true
A nature we gotten to be good at
To be lied to... if you knew
Yet to know... have you that certainty to be glad?
And one day we shall turn
No matter the prevention to endure
Too careful yet unlearned
Have you grown to be pure?
Changing for the better of times to keep
Don’t everything in time... feels gone?
Thoughts presented with circumstances for a need
Yet... when did everything truly belong?
"Run! Run along and play, Baby T!"
Mama Rex told her little one, as she pitter-patted from the cave.
"Wait! Did you brush your ... teeth?" she trailed off,
Realizing Baby T was now out of earshot.
She was a good mama, and knew the importance of oral hygiene,
Especially for a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
She thought to follow and call Baby T back, but no,
Her wee one was diligent about such things.
Today was a special play day, and she'd let nothing interfere ...
On the morrow came Dino School, and a new life!
She smiled, remembering HER school, now for Baby T -
Hunting, hiding, fossil prevention, and her own favorite, ROARING!
Oh, Baby T would love it all, especially play hunts with her dino-mates,
But, as formidable as a T-Rex can be, they had to be safe ...
There were many species much larger and stronger than hers,
And she needed to learn the ways to protect herself.
Roaring was an important defense, and Baby T had practiced, long ...
Since early hatchhood Mama Rex had taught her,
And not only could she roar like an adult, but she, little Baby T, could SING!
She had been the talk of the clan for a long time,
But 'morrow was the day when she would prove her special talent,
For when she sang - when she showed those dazzled teeth and crooned,
Even the most ferocious of beasts would turn tail,
For dear, sweet, tiny Baby T, was NEVER ... on key!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Dinosaur(s) - For Children" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.