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WHAT’S MY MISTAKE?
I didn’t ask you for supplements,
yet you turned me into cuisine.
I didn’t ask you for a chamber,
yet you destroyed my residence.
I didn’t ask you for a cloak,
yet you tore my skin and wore my fur.
I didn’t ask you for anything—
does that give you the right to take my life too?
Did I ask you to hit us with vehicles?
Yet you walk free, without an FIR.
Did I ask you to break my legs?
Still, you drink me as soup.
Did I ask you to tie crackers around our necks
and laugh at our painful cries?
Did I ask you to kill my children
before my eyes—
while if I resist, it becomes an offence?
You ruthless demons commit every cruelty,
yet I—
born speaking a different language—
am called the mistake.
Or is being born
into this cruel human world
my only crime?
Give me space
in the womb of this world
to sleep—
and sleep eternally.
The briny thing that can assist is thinking.
The best way to handle the goal is accepting.
If you think you've been beaten, you are correct
Yield any questions over your splendid reflect.
Undoubtedly, think around the ultimate reality.
Or be free of the agony of worldly adversity.
If you fancy winning but are unsure you can, try.
It is incontestably that you will not defy.
Undeniably, contemplate an absolute reality.
Or be free from the agony of worldly calamity.
Bearing you need to win but unsure, you can; subtly try.
It is almost wicked to possess the kindred spirit to defy.
Think, think, think, and only you can rethink.
Join the residence of Love and Truth, don't brink.
Written: November 13, 2021
i'd allowed you in again even thou my soul
was shattered god was quite displeased as you
hammered your dark fist against my rib cage
senseless i thought an yet you were forgiven again
even more than the last time i'd carefully packed
garments birth certificates and social security cards
while dripping tears and blood onto the blank pages
of my new residence a safe place chanted across
the empty lines then availibility how many beds
as we poured into the entrance the sign read safe
you are not alone an yet i'd left everything i was
centered in a room of over fourteen other women
quiet timid angry how we failed at making a male
happy within his own skin how he'd torn into us all
it was like the same man had beaten us all an yet
i knew only you calm cool collective when the cops
came taking you around the corner to cool off
where was i here in america why i was all races
all religions an yet i was harmed while the worse
part of my abuse was returning to my abuser
how you emptied me into silence covered in tears
black and blue an yet i missed you washing the bruises
with soft soap our children were shattered as i explained
daddy was ill he was sick he worked very hard to care
for us if we were more quiet well behaved he would
respond to our energy and love us deeply as deep
as i allowed myself to be abused this was america
oppression depression family ties became wrath
as i whispered he know's not what he does
we are loved as i planned a new home among strangers
an yet they were me i was all of these women a safe place
sorjournal truth home the harbor light inn the st angeline
christian center chaplins office the salvation army
cornerstone community outreach shelter the springs
outreach where was home in america as i embraced
you served you were ill you would someday change
abuse would become softer cycles will be broken
but here in the in this space in this place
and in this time you became plural that's all
as i soon became very small why i soon became
safe
Written by Mrs Yolanda Nicholsen
It's all right if I now smile
Even though all the miles
Do come between us and I know I'll keep right on hurting longer for awhile
Still it's all right to smile
It's all right when I grin
Even if I don't know just quite where to begin
I know however, not to always keep happiness hidden
So I set the pain aside and let contentment for the moment in
I know it's all right to grin
It's all right to break down and cry
Even if I don't want to and not to is what I so very much try
Sometimes tears just need to fall so one can remember the reasons why
They keep putting their heart and soul on the line
So yes, at times, it's all right to cry
It's all right to have the thoughts of you dance all around inside my head
Even if there's someone else besides me laying next to you in your bed
Those moments and memories we share in together has taken up permanent residence and
these rough waters I will continue to tread
It's all right to keep the memories of you here in my head
It's all right to listen to all those sad songs
Even if to find no tears falling anymore when I do I realize now that's not wrong
And I whole heartedly believe I truly know in your arms is where I belong
It's perfectly all right to hear those sad songs
In everything I have done and in all I do
Fate has this way of always bringing me right back to you
I've found nothing but the hurt, tears, and pain now for so long
But in everything I still can't let you go
Because of the love I feel for you deeply so
In my mind I've made a compromise which is this
I can listen to the sad songs that I so much love
But I have to remember to think of you as I look to God above
I can keep the moments and memories in my head
So long as I don't think I'm ok when in reality it's only pretend
I can find myself crying
Just have to keep on trying
Stop feeling like I'm dying
And quit all that damn sighing
I can give in and let myself grin
Just as long as I remember one day soon I maybe the one he lets again in
But the most important compromise is
When I once again and often think of you
And I let myself be reminded for all the while
It's really all right to always smile
HERITAGE
Like a last puff of dust from an empty room
Almost a cough, as the last sign of life calls
From times when it was a bustling residence
Now deserted, with nothing left in evidence
No tinkle of the childish laughter in the halls
Just shuttered windows and this silent gloom
A house with history, both the good and bad
Gone, and few that now do hardly remember
Yet it was often the talk of those in high places
And some local resentment in particular cases
All the contents auctioned off last November
With death duties, the house left to the nation
Grounds are no longer regularly maintained
Since that final decision, all staff were let go
Now, just a few black crows in attendance
None left to inherit, no living descendants
Lost secrets that now no-one will ever know
At least, reputations may be left unstained
Struggling to take residence in the nook of my mind...
...skepticism along ignorance confronting my truth-steadfastness:
faithlessness' shouts and doubts' screams
while I face challenges...
Oh, wretched torments of misery!!!
"Help my unbelief*, God;
in You do I trust."
Striving to hide in the innermost vacuum of my soul...
...evil afflictions to my spiritual well-being:
selfishness' grip with covetousness' shackles
bondage-fetters grievously burdensome...
What miserable imprisonment!!!
"My Saviour, forgive my self-centeredness;
let me feast in Your contentment."
Lurking in the darkness of my heart...
...abominations of loathsome sinfulness:
displeasing the Lord of my life
being a reproach to His glory thru my idolatry...
Guilty heavenly miser am I, despite being granted eternal life!!!
"I beseech Your cleansing, my Lover;
purge me with Your blood's sanctifying might."
Abiding in my motives' closet...
...intents of divine nature's love-filled service:
earnest devotion, faith-anchored to live for my Creator
buttressed with compassion-care for others...
How blessed am I to minister to those in misery!!!
"Uphold me then, my Master;
lead me toward fulfilled, faithful, fruitful stewardship pursuits."
*Mark 9:24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
December 31, 2018
2nd place, "Misery" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/5/2019.
From God’s heart, enclosed with purity
His compassion, charity divine
ceaselessly prevailing midst abounding iniquities
reached down to my earthly residence
through His precious love letter:
the Scriptures, forever declaring His kindness’ care…
I thank Him, it was delivered to me at last!
Sealed with the Saviour’s unfailing mercy
His love letter keeps sailing through the sea of life
revealing blood-paid sacrifice for humanity’s ransom
as well as redemption security, expressing His love triumphant
bringing forgiveness and peace...
I praise Him, it gripped my soul where it should reign and last!
Having read Christ's love letter upon faith's comprehension
I'm assured of His gift of everlasting life*
thus, my grateful spirit yields to Him
vowing to share its blessings' bounty
exuding with sweet bliss, serene graciousness
while prayerfully publishing His message of kindness and hope…
since it can never become the last!
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
January 8, 2021
3rd place, "THE LAST LOVE LETTER" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 1/8/2021.
My apartment once looked like it was decorated for halloween.
Throughout spider webs were on display easily seen,
from every corner of every room and from beam to beam,
but these weren't props, these were the real thing.
I guess a spider got into my apartment through my air conditioner most likely,
and proceeded to procreate a lot of spider babies,
who kind of took permanent residence eventually.
Rather than exterminate, I chose to coexist with them,
and I believe that they too had sensed that I had no bad intentions.
They would freely come on to my hand and creepy crawl along my arm,
as if knowing that I wouldn't cause any of them any harm,
then I would place my hand in the direction,
of a spider web it may have likely spun,
and off they would go amongst their web's scattered debris,
of dehydrated husks of insects, but only one variety.
The prey that these eight-legged predators enjoyed the most,
was that classic uninvited guest, the common cockroach.
Prior to this whole spider invasion,
the cockroach was a major problem in my apartment,
but after the spiders moved in,
I began seeing less and less of them,
and shortly after that, there were none.
There was also an immediate decrease in the spider population.
Their prey the cockroach was no longer in abundance,
and so the spiders died out too due to lack of prey.
I haven't seen a spider or a cockroach to this very day,
but I will always be grateful to the arachnids, because they helped me,
to get my apartment roach free, completely, finally.
Believe it or not, this is a true story.
Joyously saved* by my Almighty Creator God, Lord Jesus
Everlasting life I possess, by faith in Christ Who’s eternal
Redeemed toward glorious heavenly grand residence
Thankful, I praise God Whom I constantly trust
Yes, He loves me and to Him, I’m always yielding.
Jubilant heart of mine seeks Him, mercifully just
Assured with His Word of precious assertions
Nourished along satisfying spiritual nurture
Enabling me to live by His reviving empowerment.
Grace He bestows surely brings goodness-glow
Attesting His presence, keeping me divinely active
Guarding and guiding my soul through His governing
Never to be forsaken, as He brings me to Him near
Illumining me toward stewardship verily inspiring.
*Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
Dear Jerty,
Belated blessed birthday to you.
Love, Ma’am Bhee
January 28, 2022
Midnight darkness suddenly descended upon the city as morning peeped through the blackened sky the city waits in suspense to die.
They have been working for several days battening up windows and doors as if they can keep the wind out. Thousands of sand bags lined the shore forming a pyramid in the shape of a door, the sea gulls' flies to and fro holding mass on top of the sand's bags.
The military is on base, trying to put things in place, the governor is issuing warning and mass evacuation is happening. They have been through this process every year but some people just don’t care. Those that refuse to leave went flying seventy-five meter in the breeze landing in the boat that capsized on the shore.
The hollowing wind comes dancing in and the branches and roots begin to sing scattering leaves on the ground just warming up and looking around.
Everyone grips tightly to their beds holding on to their pillows while the little children held tightly to their mothers as the howling wind races like a mad man through the city. The intensity is low and the wind does not have a long way to go, it swirls around the street dumps water around as the surge spreads water throughout the town.
Everywhere is dark and just the old larks flying around looking for a place to ride out the storm before the wind picks up speed.
Hundreds of them are flying in the air looking for a place to land but the wind is blowing in different directions. They all hobbled on a in a dense tree trying to escape from the breeze but a category three wind was not strong enough to done them in.
The worst is yet to come, the day has just begun, its eyes are bulging, its body is swelling and its head is enlarging, it is coming out of the mountain and it is approaching the county center ripping up power lines, breaking up houses and tossing boats in the middle of the sea.
It rips through an entire city and flattens every house on the street leaving mud and debris in business places and private residence . I stood above and watch the Rolling Tides creating havoc in the town while the old lark kept flying around.