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Desperation leaves behind a rancid,
State of mind,
Bomb blasts ring through the city,
Deafening the already blind,
What a pity.
Aimlessly wandering alone,
Have no more a home,
All I want is a small space,
In a bombed out place,
To hang my head,
Cry and mourn my dead.
I heard my wife’s terrified scream,
Our children died,
At the scene,
As so did she, the apartment
Separated into two,
As bricks, mortar and
Debris flew,
The images are and will be
With me,
Wherever, whatever I do,
I made my way to
Join the line,
Wanted to be recruited.
Behind me,
I was joined with yet a few,
More who wanted to fight,
As was the only thought
That was foremost in our minds
For what we had, and lost,
We paid the unimaginable,
Ultimate cost,
Our family’s blood was spilled,
To live or die,
Meant nothing anymore,
I wanted to join my family
At Heavens door.
And so I enlisted,
Men, anyone please come, we
Need you, I was thirty nine,
In my prime,
Over eighteen, another
Twenty one years to reach sixty,
They accepted a limping
Volunteer who was fifty,
Same state of mind, me
And he,
Our weapons at the ready,
Wishing for the moment,
As I held my
Daughters’ small brown teddy.
I never thought revenge
Was sweet,
Dear God forgive me,
Such a treat,
Holding this gun,
Even though I know
I’m beat.
Such tanks I’d never seen,
I did not care, I stood in front
And fired and fired.
I must have died,
For faintly I see,
All three,
Welcoming me,
My wife,
My life,
My children,
And my papa.
Who we’d lost last year,
I felt no fear,
I was almost home,
And no more alone.
The lines were blurred for prisoners who slaved
in mines or rowed the heavy wooden ships
for years, while overseen by men depraved,
who tormented and drove with leather whips.
As lines were crossed by those who felt no fear,
the practicality of slaves was tried
with natives in the western hemisphere,
who failed from heavy overwork and died.
So then these men brought slaves from Africa.
They purchased robust ones both skilled and tough,
for work in south and north America
and drove them hard and found them strong enough.
The Africans recruited slaves for pay,
receiving various, but small amounts,
as they had done for years. It was the way
they evened scores and settled their accounts.
They didn’t know that white men changed the rule,
regarding children born to those enslaved.
The African slave system was not cruel,
no matter how the parent slave behaved.
The children of slave mothers were born free,
full members of the tribe in every way,
were integrated in the family,
who nurtured them and made them want to stay.
But European men sought greater gains
and made the children suffer the same fate.
They classified them slaves in iron chains,
indentured as a lifelong subjugate.
Was worthy and reputed,
Was needed and recruited;
Was fresh and secluded,
UNTIL I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
It came and wrote out on me,
I was open and letting it see,
It scrambled on me with feel of hate,
but I didn't know its name was fate.
Was hoping and curious,
Was creative and serious,
Was fire and genius,
UNTIL I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
It dim the light of my eyes first,
Then slowly made my emotions burst,
It made me question my sanity,
I was completely stripped of my dignity.
Was sobbing and pleading,
Was crying and bleeding,
Was mourning and seething,
UNTIL I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
Now I was all covered in ink,
That brutal doesn't even blink.
I broke and shattered bit by bit,
Then it tore me and opened the slit.
Now shivering but healing,
Now fearing but sealing,
Now ended but... still feeling.
BECAUSE I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
I am not attached to the book anymore,
Though shaken to the deepest core.
It thinks it ruined me by tearing me,
But it doesn't know, that just made me free.
Because,
I WAS TORN OUT,
Just wait till, again I sprout...
Some things you learn as you
get older.
Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder.
You can't make real friends with
fake people.
Your partner is not always your
equal.
You learn to respond not
react.
Seed out the bull you need
the facts.
You learn to listen to your
intuition.
Sometimes magic happens without
a magician.
You no longer feel the need to
be accepted.
You stop getting yourself
arrested.
You don't mind not being
included.
You no longer feel the need
to be recruited.
No worries about not
fitting-in.
Things no longer get under your
skin.
You slow down and sip your
tea.
No more barking up the wrong
tree.
Happiness is an inner
thing.
Love can bite, bleed and
sting.
Your values and morals can be
subjective.
Controlled emotions are more
effective.
Purpose and intention are
important.
Security and stability need
reinforcement.
Harness your energy, maintain
your focus.
You can tell if it's a Bonus
or Bogus.
It is not about the things you
have.
Never send someone on your
behalf.
Sometimes is going to hit
the fan.
Life is short, do the best
you can.
Turbo1904
Henry Morgan
Pirate of the Caribbean
Henry Morgan is my name
Pirating is my fame
My story has been told
There’s only one I claim
1635 was the year of my birth
The eldest son of a gentleman farmer
In Llanrhymny, Wales. I had
no desire in filling the shoes of my father
With hopes of adventure and fun
I left to seek my fame and fortune
Shanghaied and shipped off to the West Indies
and sold in Barbados was my misfortune
I survived and regain my freedom
and was recruited by a pirate crew
Prospering in my new profession we
bought our own ship and sailed the ocean blue
Raiding the Caribbean Spanish settlements
earning us a reputation as ruthless
fearsome, villainy buccaneer pirates
under old Dutch pirate Capt. Edward Mansveltz
In 1672 I was brought up on charges.
Attacking Panama violated a treaty
between England and Spain. Found not guilty
Instead Knighted by King Charles II and set free
Knighted pirate of the Caribbean
12/29/2015
Poetry Contest: A storm on the Spanish Main
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
(Africa) What They Would Have Us Believe
They, this Cabaal,
subversively insist - alas,
That Africa's problems
are merely inherent - thus
Note: Warlords abound
in that Continent's mass,
Enamoured and recruited from poverty - to assist..
Then paid to make genocide
coincidentally..though
Millions have died
Child soldiers captured,
then sold, drugged and raped
Sadly of course,
not able to resist,
Tho many have tried
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
To murderous villainy through
mind control,
brutal machine with
- machete and gun
An innocent child torn from parents - a son,
unseen evil elements
are rejoicing the pain
fomented Rawanda complicit UN
Parents and children
no more comfort again
though long since - these cretins prepared..
elite 'Bloodline' WWF illuminati
Cabaal,
Feeding on innocence, as they simply have none.
to feed Deep State
a Chaotic deep hole
fiscal ruin FIAT money
towards intended fate
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
Blood soaked Diamonds collected..
- Sierra Leone
sold through Belgium,
New World Order
- Luciferian throne
after all this time, 'Democratic' Congo is still,
- so under the thumb
Herewith and henceforth collision in war
Angola, Sudan torture,
and the paid for, terror
the UN sit watching,
by default they are - erasing the poor
Western nations, general public,
are fickle and numb..
A SUDDEN WARM BREEZE ENTERS THE MID WEST IT'S NOT TROPICAL IT'S AS IF DALLAS TEXAS WAS PICKED UP AND LANDED IN THE MIDWEST IN THE FALL WHERE IT SHOULD BE COOL CRISP A FAMILIAR FEELING IT FEELS LIKE BOONEY IT COULD BE MOTO COULD IT BE MEECHIE BUT NO WHY IT'S NOT EVEN JEEPERS IT'S BOONEY IN THE FORM OF ANOTHER YOUTH HIS EYES SEARCHING FOR OTHER YOUTHS THE FEELING OF A PLAY GROUND THAT TIME OF YEAR WHERE POOR UNDESIRABLE KIDS GET TO BEG FOR CANDY INSTEAD OF ROBBING THE CORNERSTORES PLAYING DRESSED AS BOONEY BLACK FOR HALLOWEEN PLAYING COWBOYS AND INDIANS BD FOUND PREY WORKING FOR CORRUPTION SELLING DRUGS FOR CORRUPTION AGAIN THERE ARE TIMES GANGS TAKE ORDER DIRECTLY FROM CORRUPTION AND THERE ARE TIMES CORRUPTION TAKE ORDERS FROM GANGS WHEN THIS OCCURS THE BRAND BLEEDS THROUGH THE SKIN RIGHT THROUGH THE SKIN BD HOLD HIS HEAD BACK TILTED TO THE SIDE HIS EYELASHES FALL HIS PREY IS UNLEASHED ON THE STREETS SERIOUS HIT ON ALL PREY WITH THE NAME ZACK AND CARLOS CODE WORD FOR TAKING ORDERS FROM CORRUPTION SLANDER FALSE FLAGGING BOONEY NATION IN A FLASH BD SPOTS THE PREY FIRST ZACK AND CARLOS CATOW CATOW CATOW CATOW ECHOS BOTH FALL TO THE GROUND THE SMELL OF BOONEY BLOWS AWAY IN THE WARM BREEZE BD NODDS HIS HEAD IT'S DONE IT'S FINISH CORRUPTION LOST ANOTHER FALSE FLAGLER TOTALLY UNAFRAID OF LIFE IN PRISON WHY WHAT WHO WHY NOT COMMUNITY CONTROL WHO ELSE WILL CONTROL A BROKEN SYSTEMS SENDING TROUBLED YOUTHS TO THEIR DEATH BECAUSE THEIR MOTHER IS ON DRUGS CRIPPLED BATTERED YOUTHS ARE RECRUITED BY GANGS AND MANY ARE RECRUITED BY CROOKED DIRTY COPS RUNNING DOPE HOUSES SELLING DRUGS OUT OF THEIR MOMS SECTION 8 APARTMENTS COACHES BUYING URINE FROM TROUBLED YOUTHS TO PASS DRUG TEST UNTIL THAT BOONEY BLACK WARM BREEZE SETTLES IN YOUR CORRUPT TOWN AGAIN WE REMEMBER BD WE ALSO REMEMBER ZACK AND CARLOS AND ALL THE ZACK AND CARLOS THAT MAY FOLLOW THE CREED DON'T EVER THREATEN MY LIFE AGAIN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGLEADERS THE SHEER TERROR OF BEING INTIMIDATED BY CORRUPTION WORKING FOR AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 USING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TO INTIMIDATE ME FOR BEING A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
He desired to become an army man,
Who could operate a stern-gun;
Those recruited him said:
As an army-cook, you could go-ahead;
Lion in a kitchen room?
broom in hands of a brie-groom?
He did not give up, yet,
He got his mind, set;
He cooked for them,
Filled with smiles, like a gem;
They appreciated the way he peeled onions,
Tomatoes seemed to adjust with his opinions;
Capsicum might have kept her mouth shut,
When he, of-course with no malice, got her cut;
Fish, meat and eggs, though reluctantly,
Obeyed his commands, gently;
he could find happiness on faces,
That fought, many battles, for future races...!
03 April 2022
11/6/22
Still I struggle to find the words
As I fight the urge
I'll either go under a tidal surge
Or make it out in the end I might emerge
Everyday, I've been getting carried away
Just putting myself closer to the stairway
Still they judge how dare they
Whatever happened to the concept of fairplay?
Down a path full of oak leaves
It's unclear where this road leads
Since it's still hidden behind a smokescreen
For my own needs
Always I go to the extreme
Still trying to be recruited by both teams
To it all I don't agree
I'm just trying to keep my nose clean
Continually I dig myself into a hole
And lose control
Slipping through the palm of my hand
It's all bad
Something people laugh at or call sad
Getting paid to clean up dog s***
It's no plot twist
Very little I've accomplished
This world's cold, I'm frostbit
Always I got lit
Putting something in my body that's toxic
The drink and drugs constant
I struggle to stop it
The problems could not fix
In the heart feels like I got shot with
Another bullet where it lodged and sits
I know that
Life can come with blowback
Due to our own acts
Can't just solve it with a glass of Cognac
Been years since I kissed or cried
No different this time
Look me in the eye
I admit I
Always get high
From the truth I'm not one bit shy
Does no good to just sit by
At that rate you will be quick to fry
Especially if you always let s*** fly
These are rules to live by
Far from coy or slick
With others people still toy with
I apologize If I have been a disappointment
Living life like it's just for enjoyment
Often I exploited
Instead of it being avoided
That was destroyed quick
By one button on a joystick
Continually the cash reeled in and coins flipped
Yet I was the downfall but no fingers need to be pointed
I just can't settle now
Continually with my mom I let her down
I struggle yet still mess around
It all makes me less than proud
All these devils and clowns
Across uneven surfaces far from ever being level ground
It started with several hounds
Now it's hundreds, you'd think with animals I've made a special vow
There are gunshots firing.
Soldiers continuously dying.
Local people that have done no harm
Are suddenly filled with dreading alarm.
By the very end of the twinkling stars and the night,
The whole village has been set alight
Some have been taken.
Those left behind are still shaken.
The only thing making them glad they’ve survived
Are the tears in their family’s eyes.
A child inside hunches over his school desk,
Strangely oblivious to the whole mess.
He’s so wrapped up in his own tasks
That when morning rolls in, he forgets to ask
Where his parents are.
But a child can only follow a thought so far.
So when someone comes and puts a gun in his hand,
All he thinks he can do is agree with the man.
17/11/17
Child Soldiers is a huge problem in the world today, especially in the continent of Africa.They're forced to take part in wars and conflicts, forced to kill, and commit other acts of violence.Others are used as cooks, porters, messengers, informants, spies, basically anything their commanders want them to do. Child soldiers are also often sexually abused.They can be recruited by state or non-state armed forces and are usually forced away from their family. It's a horrible and cruel thing going on in the world which needs to be addressed and dealt with in some way. Hopefully this poem will raise a little bit of awareness. I know it's not very much in the grand scheme of things, but it's all I can do and at least it's better than nothing.