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I think it's genius
when a person can
see beyond the veil
as they used their gifts
in the most creative way,
in imperiling the darkness
in a jesting way.
This is what we call comedy.
There are many but
few will dare to speak out.
The few to speak out
are the most noble ones
with the heart of a lion.
Bernie Mac,
Dave Chappelle,
Kat Williams,
Eddie Griffin,
Richard Pryor,
Jim Carrey,
Redd Foxx,
Lenny Bruce,
Dick Gregory,
The Smothers Brothers,
There's more,
but I would like to say, gratitude
for carrying the torch
of illumination in
exposing the darkness.
Thank you for never
backing down when the
odds were against you
as you stared into
the face of temptation.
Heart pumping faster
than a cheater chasing
it victim. Blood on
the borderline of hypertension.
Out of the blue,
things became peculiar,
and frightening, as their
intuition, forewarned them,
ahead of time. Leaving
them in a state of distress,
they became agitated and startled.
As these events were unexpected,
it lead them, not to trust anyone
again, but it was to late.
Spiritually, they received
their rewards for their
bravery and courage deeds.
There's only a few of
them that still persist,
as the hyenas secretly
tries to silence them.
Why this inhumane suffering
A constant tale of slaughtering
Innocents who die
Forever in the earth to lie.
Do we need to see far more
All that suffering and gore
Lives of children cut so short
Simple targets used for sport.
Voices shout that guns don't kill
But every day the headlines shrill
Another victim and far more
So many names we can't keep score.
Assault weapons are for war
Inflicting wounds that burst with gore
When will we all say 'enough'
A word too many find so tough.
If there's one thing we need to grasp
The burning question we must ask
Is our indifference complicit
With so much misery explicit.
While we posture and debate
Lifeless bodies lie prostrate
Have they truly died in vain
For a freedom quite insane?
He found me in a dream serene,
then I found her in a stupor.
LATE! I realized for the first scene,
ineffective tense tired tutor.
Wampanoag's dismay on fierce face,
on her’s pale, nothing but despair.
Knew I was doomed in any case,
me; I wish I could disappear…
My wardrobe gray, black and a frown,
I walk with slouch instead of proud.
Place spiraling on its way down,
my soul's lost in this crazy crowd.
Immature arrogant revolt,
devoted defenders hold line.
They “got things figured out” — but don’t..,
mayhem for fun’s sake a past time.
Hellions running wild the prison,
bitterness taste - lemon pucker.
Hierarchy ears deaf, won’t listen,
moment of truth taste for sucker.
It’s a sorry state of affairs,
a sad society we live.
We won’t survive if unawares,
civility bleeding through sieve.
Susan Ashley
August 31, 2017
*Poet's note: this poem was based on a dream I woke up with this morning*
So much hope for understanding bright,
Larking sombrely, vertical as a servant,
Reluctance explained, quite irreverent,
For the first time feeling justified, right,
No matter the obliqueness of my plight;
But I could not certain issues circumvent,
Even though I risked an unstable mind,
Nearly there, almost ninety percent tight,
But not completely at the table spread;
I pull myself together with both hands,
Facing the community, my world given,
Steadfast guardians need a talking bed;
Conversation is sway and will enliven,
But disappointment visits me in strands.
Rhoda Monihan
Poetry form: Italian sonnet
5th November 2015
For Contest: Dancing With Description
Peppered with loss and misfortune,
life's basted in a glaze of fear.
And yet, we’re so immune to pain,
it fails to draw a single tear.
Devastating wars and famine,
fuel the news brought to our door.
Yet, desensitized to torture,
scenes of bloody beheadings bore.
We're used to horrific events
daily bombarding us with hurt.
And our outlook on world affairs,
is steeped in political dirt.
A starving child prompts no response,
nor stirs a compassionate thought.
For death and disease are the norms,
within places that time forgot.
As corruption distorts our views,
empathy turns to apathy.
And lives judged insignificant,
no longer warrant sympathy.
There are no words
There are no words, to describe the pain
there are no words to try to explain
How senseless gun violence is!
There are no words, there are way too many tears
there are no more words to allay your many fears
From wicked evil acts!
There are no words, to describe how we feel
there are no words, the numbing pain is real
The loss is overwhelming!
There are no words, to explain why man kills
there are no words to explain or justify the thrill
There just... are no words!
This poet is...left speechless!
A young mother who is pregnant is shot dead in her car in Toronto
no known motive.Her baby delivered by C section died yesterday.
Christina Grimmie popular young singer shot dead signing autographs after concert.
John Derek Hamilton
June 11,2016
Give me a shelter, give me a break
Give me a job! Give me a piece of steak
Give me a chance! Give me a break
Give me shelter for my whole body aches.
I have no place I can call my own,
I got no place where to relax my bones,
I don't have a table and I don't have a bed
I got me nothing! Not even a piece of bread.
Sometimes I feel like I am already dead,
I'm just a human being that needs to get ahead,
I lost my job, I lost my home and I lost my family,
Can you please help me and pray for me?
Give me a shelter, give me a break
Give me a chance! My life is at stake
I am a homeless person, but please, give me a break
Give me a shelter for my whole body aches.
Give me a shelter, give me a break
Give me a job! Give me a piece of steak
I don't have a table and I don't have a bed
I am homeless.I got nothing!Can you please,give me a piece of bread?
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September.28.2014
I heard you are not allowed to turn on the light.
Yet you try to cover it up with tape to shun it form me.
Follow the narrow path set by 613.
Yet I have toiled exactly 11 years of my life in that area code.
Now knowing that my Mars line was going through there.
You wear a wig to look pretty.
Yet if I were to squint you look exactly the same to me.
So tell me why did creation create such thing in the first place?
Creation begets creation.
So just slap me with a copyright claim and keep copying your forefathers.
For you use said creation to create more falsities.
You wear two spirals like dead logs around your head.
Shall I just count them both as my shiny pillars and name them B and J.
After all y'all just flowers that I shower my water on.
Carrying great smells for my dog.
Yes you can say it backwards and can call it god.
Without the circumference of the ozone layer there can be no life on earth.
So why keep depleting it with CFCs?
One thing I will take kosher is this grain of salt.
To whom it may concern; I don't have a memory of being afraid of the dark, from the youngest of age never fearing angels, demons or anything with a spark.
Eight-legged critters seem more like a friend, but anything with a heartbeat and most without, I will always defend.
Some of the worst things people can experience: heights, claustrophobic, loss of a loved one, death, has no concern on me, I’m living life to the fullest of every breath.
There's not a monster in the world that’s scarier than any with-in, spent twenty years in religion to come out more confused, humming a hymn.
More than a fear, more like scares the hell out of me, the acts humans can do to other humans and jus act like let it be...
To whom it may concern fears couldn't grip me with titans power, I have lived my life with no regrets I have seen death it's not bad if your life wasn't sour.
A curled-up bundle of skin and hair
Adorns the window-seat
The sorry remains of Kitty
The old lady down the street
To those who saw her struggle daily
With her heavy shopping trolley
All of her ignorant neighbours
And her estranged sister Polly
To all of the people
Who used to stand and laugh
Here lies Kitty, loner Kitty
Written on her epitaph
Kitty was a lonely soul
No family or friends had she
Only the teenagers two doors down
Tony, Beth and Marie
They'd pop in on pension day
And ask her for a loan
With no intention of paying her back
Got money for drugs then left her alone
Just the other day
She'd decided to have a look
In the sideboard drawer
For her pension book
The book wasn't where she'd put it
In the right-hand drawer
Maybe she'd done like two weeks ago
Dropped it on the post-office floor
Mrs Kemp had brought it round
Said she'd noticed it after she'd left
She stressed she was lucky that it had been found
Nearly a victim of I.D theft
Her state benefit had been cut
Though not told the reason why
Thinking about rent and energy bills
She'd often sit and cry
Tony, Beth and Marie are banging on the door
What do they want from Kitty?
They've had it all and they want more
Kitty is now at peace
Her maker she has met
She died alone in squalor
Her heart filled with regret
The council fumigated the house
Used disinfectant till it was replete
The only evidence of Kitty
A large stain on the window seat
There are so many like Kitty
But no-one cares ask why
Abandoned by society
And left alone to die
All that remained of Kitty
Was curled up on the window-seat
The quiet soul with no-one
The old lady down the street