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There's a subversive plot afoot many do not note,
A hidden plan on national scale to manipulate the vote.
American leaders instituted a conspiracy to lie,
Millions lost their right to vote out of the public eye.
After southern reconstruction anti suffrage took its place.
Many didn't realize it was all based on race.
Lawmakers took away prisoners' right to vote,
Convicted blacks denied in the laws they wrote.
A quarter of the world's people jailed are here,
sentenced to the maximum penance.
Legislators intentionally violate minority rights,
every time judges impose their sentence.
America has the world's largest population incarcerated,
Advocates have lobbied passionately but are exasperated.
Six million convicted voters are in play,
Election outcomes could start to sway.
National elections can be won or lost on a percent or two,
Prison votes could effect a difference, even if they're few.
You probably didn't connect prisoners to votes, nor did I
Until I understood the hidden reason why.
If I could wave a wand, this travesty would go away.
But all I can do is tell you and hope for a better day.
Pain that pains the pain that pains
Hate that conceives the hate, that we hate
Loneliness that engulfs the already lonely loneliness
Regrets upon regrets, regretting that we regret
Could be the Price we pay …
For playing the humble games of Kings and Queens, while denouncing our traits from the street
For wearing shinning armour electroplated in silver and gold, until rust reveals our true elements
For playing Romeo and Juliet, but not willing take the concoction of compromise
For playing "Brother and Sister" tags, yet the mind caresses the thoughts of making brothers and sisters
For denying the tongue the taste of words weaved in
and lurking through the cracks of our Wailing hearts
Could be the price we pay … .
For forcing a donkey to the river, and expect it to jump through the hoops of our fantasised fantasies.
For the care we give wholesomely till it sours into an obsession, something that scares them away
For banking our feelings In a vault fixed for the future, while we expect them to notice of our undying love
Could be the price we pay …
For being forthcoming and submissive, a sign of a free lamb meant for the altar
For being too trusting with our Secrets and Pixel's of our natural melanin, till it becomes food for the public eye
Maybe, could be the price we pay
For being humans.
I can lie like you wouldn’t believe,
Convince you beyond doubt,
I’ll back it up with reasons that make sense,
I’ll say it with sincerity,
Staunch and resolute,
Done so well I won’t need a defence,
I’ll play the victim,
Play the crowd,
I’ll play my part so well,
You can’t compete with me this is my show,
Your just a part I let you play,
And now that play is done,
You know this isn’t my first rodeo.
I'll play your parents play your friends,
I’ll play the public eye,
I’ll play them for their love and sentiment,
I can get away with anything because of who I am,
Because they’ll always pimp you for a settlement.
wM
An Artiste paints his pictures
With every stroke of his brush
Takes his time to see it through
He’s never in a rush
When his masterpiece is finished
He stands back to admire his work
Satisfied he has done his best
A bottle of wine he will uncork
He may have drawn his picture
Painted out his scene
Thinks that it’s so special
The best he’s ever seen
No luxury like that for me
I can only use a word
Describing what is in my mind
And things that I have heard
Paint a picture with my soul
Using only my imagination
Drawing a vision in my mind
And delivering it as a creation
The finished piece must always have
A beginning and an end
Like rhyming slang it has to say
What you did intend
Imagination is the key
To the words that come into my mind
Creating a masterpiece it would seem
Is a task so hard to find
An Artist has his colors at his disposal
I only have words to use
If he paints a classic picture
It’s always in the news
Bus a Poet’s work is more refined
Rarely in the public eye
No masterpiece created here
However I wonder why
A person in the public eye,
When subject of a joke,
Has every right to mope or cry
About the one who spoke.
Yet we’re still a democracy,
Though maybe not much longer,
And things we thought we’d never see
Are here and getting stronger.
The freedom that we have to speak
And criticize or sneer at
Applies to even those so weak
Their enemies they JEER AT!
The ALL-CAPS ranting’s not enough –
The claws must dig in deeper
To prove to all that he’s so tough
Revenge will cut much steeper.
And so the toadies and the Court
Will seek some retribution
As ABC might cut things short
In hopes of absolution.
It’s bad enough when words are hurled
From One-I Will-Not-Mention
But now, with wifely wrath unfurled,
There’s double the attention.
(1934-2025)
Equally inspired by Dr. Doolittle and Tarzan as a child
Jane’s zeal grew to heights she could never imagine.
A shy girl with dreams of making the world a better place,
she had no clue how but she let her mission drive her passion.
Jane loved Africa with all her heart, feeling the forests pulsate
with spiritual power of man, beast and wilderness intertwined.
This pioneer saw a planet on the brink of disaster and could not stay silent.
Its urgency demanded that she raise awareness and help local communities
but most of all find allies to carry on this most critical mission.
Jane Goodall became the activist dubbed ‘Mother Theresa for the Environment’.
Jane would have much preferred to stay out of the public eye,
stay anonymous in the sanctity of her beloved Tanzanian jungles
amongst the chimpanzees she studied and called friends.
Instead, this visionary, whose fervency was contagious,
felt intensely responsible to speak up and stir popular commitment.
This advocate inspired world leaders and children around the globe
to choose what impact, as individuals, they would have
and actually step up to be active stewards of the earth.
One by one, exponential action would lead to hope for a better future.
It’s hard to imagine a world not influenced by the late great Jane Goodall.
AP: 2nd place 2025, 3rd place 2025
carry me home in a pot of severed circles
i must become a square to become more well rounded
i am but a recluse giving french kisses to the public eye
visine is the stop sign caution of the day
at night i have the flashlight sniffles as a direct pathway to clarity
my body feels soapy but there is no streaky scene i'm squeaky clean
i invite myself to ceremonies where all themes are monolithic
i take several falls until i stand with all bones broken
nothing makes sense anymore so i stop sensing
nothing has a groove anymore so i imitate max headroom
nothing pulls me in anymore so i push myself to outer limits
when nothing is left i will be one with the deer and such
jigsaw puzzles become shards of glass of wilted, fragmented souls
this is what we call life now but there will always be disagreements
In the public eye
Of social gatherings,
She is found
To always be smiling.
Her energy is warm
Where her voice is quiet.
She doesn’t always speak
And appreciates their understanding.
She is bubbling
With joy and excitement.
She makes you feel at ease
In a way others never do.
Out of public eye
Away from social gatherings,
She is found
Shutting down.
There’s a tremble in her smile
And her shoulders begin to cave.
Tears well up in her eyes
As she looks to those around her.
The ones who can't see her.
Her energy is dampened
Where her voice remains quiet.
A soft whisper of a question
Nobody expects to hear.
‘Can I give up yet?’
She asks the room.
The girl who is always smiling
Is slowly falling apart.
Nobody will catch her.
She’s all on her own.
A lot of the time
Or in some cases
When a well be known to us
Some what familiar to us kind of person
Due to being in the public eye
Gets exposed
Or caught up in some
Kind of scandal or other
People seem to say
I can't believe it
I have seen them on television
They wouldn't or couldn't
Possibly have done that
Well personally it makes me think
That is probably the reason why
I may actually tend to believe it
Because people in the public eye
Are all such squeaky clean honorable people
Who have no skeletons in their vast closets
And wouldn't hesitate for a second to
Expose let alone tolerate any form of
wrong doing or deviant behavior
Back them up or have their back of
that was to be the case
And if you believe that ask yourself
How do you think you get those types
Of job's for the boys and mix in those circles
In the first place
If they thought for a single second
You weren't alike and could possibly
Rock the boat or upset the status quo
Dare I say tell or rat them out as well
If you yourself was to get caught out
They will put and turn the blame on you
In a cell at the end of a rope
So the truth will never come out
Or ever be discovered or unearthed
Believe it or not
Gets harder and harder to believe
What is in fact actually real
Or what is indeed fake anymore
You just can't tell
If brought to you via television
The Love we share for one another
Can never be broken
We are bonded for Eternity
We are not only bonded
Through the eyes of God
We are bonded through love
We are bonded through marriage
We are bonded through our son also
We are bonded for Eternity
We may not show our love to the public eye
We may not show it to our families
But the love is there behind the mask
That we both carry
We are bonded for Eternity
We may say hurtful things to one another
We may do hurtful things to one another
But the love we share Can never be broken
We are and always will be
Bonded for all of Eternity
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