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You keep saying you want peace
So why not give it a chance
You move your own direction
You really don't want to dance
The blood of all our children
It drips from your evil lips
Our future in the balance
You're the one who makes it tip
You paint us pretty pictures
So that we believe you're wise
A path towards destruction
That is paved in ruthless lies
For once try to imagine
A world where we get along
Trying hard to find the good
Instead of looking for the wrong
For peace there can be no hope
When hate is held in our hearts
If we justify our actions
Sadly we're doomed from the start
One day a peaceful Kingdom
Will spread from God's mighty hand
The end of the destroyer
He will no longer rule the land
A new city from Heaven
We will see the promised day
A stream of living water
All that's old passes away
A place where all are brothers
We take time to understand
Love is the inspiration
Hate is blown away like sand
Give Peace a Chance contest
Written June 06/ 2013
Faridah a name that blings I goose bumps
The fairest of them all my constant love
Free in spirit and soul she beloved of soul
My soul in her presence ignites in ecstasy
She is tall dark and lovely with a sweet charm
Her voice leaves my innards desiring for more
More of her lithe and athletic pretty ones body
Her abode a place of beauty where damsels visit
She makes them look pretty she's a beautifier
When I mention the fires she ignites in me
I cant but help promise her a coastal holiday
In a resort where we will sample margaritas
As sweet refreshing red wine is served unto us
...Rimi I cant fathom a life without my promised one
Faridah my sweet and lovely essence of an angel..
Her name I whisper liltingly lest fate hears of my love
And full of jealousy drives her from mine safe hand
Beloved is blessed with swit lips that taste of honey
Her perfume reminds me of pomegranates essence
They come from all over the ridges trying to woo her
But my beloved listens not to their wanton placation's
In my hands she knows she is safe and contented
With Abu I sent gift to Maaha our courtship taking root
Given the green light go ahead she is now my fiancee
..My Krall being full of goats I intend to fully pledge
Myself to her.. My Faridah making her fully Mine..
I intend to make her my sweet princess my only one
The one Queen who will rule the seven parallel realms
At my side.. as I mirror manage.. I muse in swift dream
..Oooh my beloved of Rimi Open the doors of Bashan
You're prince rides in seeking you're sweet presence
Do haste lest he leaves and is waylaid..
By them that guard..The cities fortification..
If you hear the voice of my whisper
...Open the door for me to gain calm entry..
..Am reminded of Rams of Bashan when they danced
With pleasure beloved of Solo..
...I send the south wind..And North wind
With them gland tidings of mine proposal..
Open the door for me My sweet lover do not hesitate
In you're hands I melt and merge into yo sweet entity
You're moans and mine groans fill our inner sanctum
As a game of time replays in all earnest..
You're One RIMI..
Code 254.. Acode Stronghold 013..
Enslaving Love
by Odin Roark
An eagle rides the updraft
Peering down at the happenings
Man's best friend wags his tail
Hesitantly
A bouquet of flowers seeks the sun
Amidst relationship's cold-draft unrest
A baby simply close its eyes
Rejecting intrusion on innocence
So goes the conspiracy of the have-nots
Guised in sanguine images of love
How few fight back
Accepting the status quo
As contemporary truth
Families
The worst offenders
Politicians strong second
Bossdom at work, close third
Reality dictates
Agendas rule
And agendas are allegiant
To only their own moi
How insipid grows this weed of mind
A torturous maintenance
Made defeatist by default
Rendering but mulch as offspring
Yet
Some of dumb luck
Persevere
Finding somewhere
Antidotes for poison
Perhaps it's the unpolluted glass of water
The walk along a pristine forest path
Sitting on ancient sand
Ocean waters lapping one's feet
Willingness to drink in nature again
Disallowing today's misanthropic trend
To seduce what's left
For some
The echo is fierce
**** me
**** you
My life is empty, and I feel so alone.
The phone rings, but I'm not home.
Lost in a sea of self loathing and hate.
I turn on the television to find escape.
Watching horrors on the evening news,
I feel compassion, but lose the blues.
My life may feel a little ho hum,
but at least I'm not on the run.
Bombs are not going off over head.
At night I will sleep in a warm bed.
I'm not dodging bullets in school.
Just trying to learn the golden rule.
Politicians shouting out blame,
driving voters insane.
My dark mood swings to bright and
my world suddenly feels alright.
Focusing on someone other than me
makes my burdened heart fly free.
You see the man upright there,
screaming, shouting, and convincing,
wrapping around a lie with another,
playing with people’s minds forever.
The man upright there has a power —
unnoticed, misused, and unmatched
by anyone else.
He call himself as lucky and deserving,
the best one for serving his country.
They rule as if they are God.
They plan as if they are Lord.
But they are nothing more than a fraud.
There wanting
are as big as mountain.
There evil thought
flow like a fountain.
Now you see the man upright there.
Copyright © 2026 by Sarah Rehman Mirza
All rights reserved.
PASSIONS
On the deck of his life’s boat
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown
Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzling mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing into a labyrinth
Of faint speculations
The dilemma was his, knowing not where to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood:
Equally appealing
Equally accessible
Equally demanding!
He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort is a sound failure:
The riddle persists
The obscurity endures
The enigma remains.
Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.
Suddenly, his choleric aimless, and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy:
For control
Hungry for rule and
Thirsty for power
Arrogant, reckless hands and
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved
Reason: The illuminated helmsman
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.
Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived of its power
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning,
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful vice.
Then, as the sails of vanity and blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank into the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2013
An army brat, a pain indeed,
never destined to succeed,
from place to place,
from camp to camp,
with soldier family I did tramp.
Two years at each, and every school,
how could I know the golden rule,
that only those with silver spoon
should try to reach up for the moon.
Flung from class to class to learn
that army brats were last in turn
when teachers chose just who to teach
mere passers by were out of reach.
In moving on from town to town.
free from the things that tie one down,
I collected all the scraps they threw
and kept them in my knowledge stew.
For mix and match was right for me,
I reveled in variety,
although they only shared a bit,
I grabbed the lot, and made it fit.
And so with different tidbits fed
and patchwork learning in my head,
I used my mind to make them whole
and thus came owner of my soul.
Each single thought that I now bear
arises from near everywhere,
for none have been my corner stone
with constant change, one stands alone.
Sometimes I think that I would be
a very, very different me
if I had had a stable home
and not by life was forced to roam.
But I’m the master of my mind
and not a replica of kind,
I am myself for all to see,
there is no other just like me.
An army brat, a soldiers child.
A spirit born to wander wild.
A mongrel of the forces kind.
I now reside within my mind.
Ivor G Davies
Listen and learn
Indulge and earn
Do the right thing
Watch love now sing
Heed your soul then
Why, where and when
Let heart feel light
Keep focus right
Seize peace of mind
To seek and find
Live faith and hope
Love sculpts wise scope
Be as a dove
Do what you love
Joy wears fond cheer
Live love right here
Feel yourself whole
Soul fits pure soul
End and start well
Start and end tells
Love each new day
Think, do and say
Love is the plan
To say you can
To live each rule
Know sage and fool
See what you see
Allow and be
Leon Enriquez
17 January 2017
Singapore
For all you who don't know me,
Let me introduce myself.
I'm long, lean, and downright mean;
And no one puts me on a shelf.
I was born in Tin Pan Alley,
In the back of a greasy spoon.
My mother Claire just left me there,
Neath the glow of an August Moon.
Grew up hard in New York City,
But I never quite fit in.
So I headed West to do my best,
To live a lonely life of sin.
I soon made my reputation,
On the cold end of a gun.
Now steely-eyed and qualified,
I'd shoot you just for fun.
When I'm walking down your streets,
You'd best get outta my way.
My itchy trigger and the town's grave digger,
Will plant you in the clay.
I have only one true weakness,
I love the ladies big and small.
Under candle light, I can go all night;
And for sure outlast you all.
Any Sheriff that stands before me,
Will be taking his final breath.
My sex appeal and cold blue steel,
Helps me rule these Streets of Death.
It’s Holocaust Remembrance Day
Yet some in Tennessee
Decided their curriculum,
As is, just could not be.
A book Art Spiegelman did write,
A graphic novel, too,
Described the way his parents lived,
As Jews, in World War II.
The Nazis are portrayed as cats;
The prisoners are mice
And it depicts how those in camps
All paid an awful price.
The school board said their eighth grade class
Should not be left to read
A book with nudity ( of mice!)
And swear words - no, indeed!
The novel‘s won a Pulitzer
But ignorance must rule,
Preventing history from being
Taught today in school.