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Man is Fearful and unapologetic
Oh yes chivalry is dead
Fair ladies and noble chivalry
Is a thing of the past?
As men board buses and trains
And small passageway
they boorishly, yelled to the ladies
Even on the freeway
To move out of the way
They had a long hard day.
the fair ladies are not timid
Or Wall flowers anymore,
They retaliate and never exhibit ladylike qualities
Therefore, men referred to them as bores , whores.
es and witches
Women!
Let us never bow and apologize
To please the non-gentlemen let them please us.
Chivalry is dead,
Let them stand on the tiptoes to foresee their future
Knowingly, it’s all there in front of them
Because most men are broken giant in all they mishaps:
Weakness by nature in all they arrogates ways.
Whom Do They Think They Are ?
The Creepers second part
Her mind ached at the thought of having to fight with her own man
the trumpet blows in the blink of her eye to destroy then.
She is not able to win his heart with love and affection
her mind filled with agony; at the moment of battle thereon.
The heart that was filled with compassion is now filled with the fire of hatred
breaking the bond of affection she has to take sword so that.
Her eyes filled with tears, she is about to destroy her husband
in her afflicted heart she feel pain , today is the day to lose in intent.
That moment of her emptiness has become as big as bay
she attains in such phase by thousands of crooked tricks of her husband in the way.
So many night spent, days passed in confusion
the arrogant mind does not want to accept wound millions.
although she holds her husband in her heart
yet the morning sky was covered with black clouds in that... (To be continued)
The Creepers third part
Even though she was humiliated but she showed respect
but tears came to her eyes thinking of possible unrest
she was delicate and her demeanor was amicable
but his brutal behavior anoint the stigma and all gone to veil.
humiliation that was sky is limit and far-reaching it is
tears streaming down and she silently oath against the breach.
The promise for destruction was as hard as lightning
a huge storm over her calm, soft body that prevailing
the chain in which she was bound was shattered in turn
the goddess of destruction kissed that fierce impersonation.
In a blink of an eye, that impersonation was flashed with weapon
boundless of her anger creates the haunt of poison
burning with rage, in blood eye she enter
towards his door to retaliate against the monster.
How do I acquire a place where I can forgive?
How can I stop blaming myself for my mistakes?
I can't recall the version of "Intrinsic", but it's conflictive,
None can quash them If you can't forgive rattlesnakes.
It's difficult to forgive wrongdoers who won't swage,
It's cruel to excuse inner suffering from a rapist's rage,
It's difficult to grace louts who have killed your family,
Spirits will not retaliate but can whip you clearly.
No, I'm not a saint; failure is not the same as forgiveness.,
That doesn't refer I must trust or favor the chorus,
He seems angel but he throws his seat through the window,
He is tiled with a shabby female tattoo on his elbow.
I felt vulgar, stupid, and useless,
Close to the leech and slimy worm, that's sageness,
Every smile contains a malicious chart, so I lack faith,
I endure on wobbly legs, wiping away tears and scathe.
How can I resist the urge to do things right?
Some people mind me a skeptic. My kids guess I'm bright,
In fact, they suppose I'm an incredible winner,
If they view suffering, it will improve my manner.
No one understands what I endure,
I am not in a position to reveal such rancor,
I'm tired of seeing and living a shabby life,
I wanted a widely used headline in some rife.
The tombs of our ancestors are everywhere,
Earth's soil is the body's dust, walk lento, and care,
The suffering of death is greater than the joy of birth,
O cooing doves bestow to the weeping, some mirth.
Some actions are held liable, but none are shrewd,
Every devout soul has a past, and every deceiver is lewd,
Who can you forgive if not the toughest opponent?
You are fully ungrown with this Atonement.
The blast radius of your grief can harm the soul,
What if the people around you are shown a rays hole?
What if you cling to someone else's roots to be injured?
It all begins with a runic visceral fear of the biohazard.
I select my destiny and discover myself,
Say farewell to my harsh youth with purity and pelf,
Today I saw the opposite of what you taught me,
I also forgive you for everything before I flee.
1st Place Contest Win.
Written: June 25, 2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Taking Bare of Your Self
Reflecting on the silent moments when the Self absorbs itself
Tim is called preposterous a villain and contentious narcissist
He looks into the mirror ponders on ponds of accusations
Yet hurts no others rejects a portion of what he recovers
No aggression no hurting others no transgressions he simply
Choses to take a good honest look at the prism of his meaning
The surface surges with a splatter as he views beyond the
Grimace of distortion salvages and abandons faulty grins
In the nude he dives into the wrinkled waters of salty tears
Mediates in breathless meditation sheds weight and anger
Takes care of his truth at the bottom of uncertain sediments
Strips groundless fearsome fathom fragments and thus retrieves
Bystanders do not like that he appears to be marvelling when
He only begs to differ from others and himself before he rises
Dissents consents dissolves ambivalence does not retaliate
False censorship of crowds that cannot will not wish to see
When onlookers label in projection and throw a stone he catches
What matters to him and walks away with kindness towards himself
20th July 2018
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend -
Martin Luther King Jr.
In your eyes I see you burn inside in the fire of anger,
the tongue spitting out the dirt of the vitriolic mind,
the sense of sanity turning into soaring ashes of rage,
shrouded in smoke you lose the threads of reason.
I don’t run away from you, seeking a safe seclusion,
nor do I retaliate igniting another flame to sear,
for fire can’t extinguish nor can it contain any fire.
I embrace you with my soul, you can’t incinerate.
I emanate from my heart the fervent fountain of love,
drenching you with the cool shower of compassion.
From the edge of mental wreck you emerge composed,
rise from the debris of repentance, wisely transformed.
October 18, 2020
Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire
Can We Avoid It?
The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.
Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.
India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.
The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.
Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save
Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
YouTube and Chis Hodge
It came as a surprise to me that Chris Hodge
has been banned on YouTube, a man of knowledge
worth listening to
He is an honest intellectual; as such, it is hard
not to be critical of the Jewish negative influence
in the world we inhabit
Of course, I see on Facebook that I have become
skeptical of, the wiseman Chomsky often appears
his criticism of Israel doesn't plow a deep furrow
The Iranian attack on Israel was a warning
as they couldn't let the Israelis bomb their
embassy go unnoticed.
I fear, since the Jews are always righteous and hard
done by, will retaliate, thinking by pushing the envelope
further, will get the USA involved
This will not be too difficult, as the Jewish lobby
practically runs the US's foreign policy, and for us
who have a dim view of Israel and are not optimistic
On Halloween I always get a rock everywhere I go.
I decided to retaliate by throwing their rocks through their windows.
I never even get one piece of candy, that really blows.
I'm so ignorant that I cut my costume full of holes.
I look absolutely ridiculous and dorky in this stinking sheet, I don't even look like a ghost.
I'm paying people back for their unkindness, especially Lucy because she deserves it the most.
Last week Lucy told me to kick the football but I kicked her in the head.
She told her father and he started choking me, I thought I was dead.
When he got through strangling me, I dropped two Cherry Bombs down his pants.
I blew off his privates and now when he wants to give his wife some loving, he can't.
When people used to do mean things to me, they would laugh.
But now they treat me with respect to avoid my terrible wrath.
(This poem is a parody of the Peanuts Comic Strip.)
This write based on celestial object that are diurnal in active, in this write the moon, stars etc. feel sad because the day light will soon chase away the night.
Eyes wink, tears flow
Our hearts crow because you will soon go
In your presence we glow
When you are gone we are less glow
You hold our life thereon
You are our companion
My eyes are dark, I can't cry
But the pains therein never die
I know you breathe through me
You are no more without me
But my enemy is potent
He will drive me out at all cost
Quiet of the night is nought but sad
A little more time I will fade
Eyes winkle, tears splash
We want an end to this
We want to own the day and night
We want to hold everything tight
Make us an incendiary
Bomb to retaliate against our enemy
Make us a lasting danger to overcome
The enemy that you alone can't overcome
My eyes are dark, I can't cry
But the pains therein never die
I know you breathe through me
You are no more without me
But my enemy is potent
He will drive me out at all cost
Quiet of the night is nought but sad
A little more time I will fade
When light does appear
Dark does disappear
Enemy owns each tool
Destinies turn us into a fool
Sun does power over days we have no right
You own me, I'm the night
8/1/15
www.poetrysoup.com/poem/quiet_of_the_night_696787
When everyone wants peace,
but war is reality.
When love should conquer hate,
but they only retaliate.
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
When science has all of the answers,
they say that there is no God.
They say, life just happened by chance,
well then, just what are the odds?
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
It's plain for those who see,
he doesn't care about you and me.
Who really has all the power,
He's in his final hour.
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
When the blind lead the blind,
don't they both fall in the pit?
Who's the ruler of mankind?
Isn't it time to abandon ship?
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
It is said that God is love,
we know that it is true.
If he was ruling the world right now,
Just what would you do?
John Derek Hamilton
Jan 29,2013 revised October 14,2013
poem version of song of same name.