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A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light
One knows and lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and bleedings
One only reaches for whatever to hold and retain
Another well sees the paths and their leadings
One a stickler for the ways of the ancestors
Better he who remains until he finds new conviction
Than he who tramples on God as one of the gestures
Of one feeling free of need for his accumulation
If the worldly want to keep their worldliness
With cunningness, insistence and assertion
Ye called by God's Name keep your godliness
With faith, the Word, assurance and meditation
Whoever know what to do and doesn't sins
Whoever lacks by rejecting knowledge perishes
Yes, endowment can come to one who gleans
And a gleam can lead to the light that virtue relishes
K. Muitherero
Within pockets of morning coats a treasure trove is found
useful bit of verse like panned for pebbles of gold abound
For months it seems they've not seen the light of fluff unwound
but on this day, the laundry fey have blithely come to town.
The pockets turned all inside out the scraps of poetry hound
for clean white sheets of pristine paper where they can be put down.
One garbled thought fought in scrawl "Would you ask me to change for you?"
"Like a inconstant moon that quarters, is that what I should do?"
"Should I change for you like the seasons, let all my being go?"
"Give the fall of my life no meaning hide from the Winter's snow?"
I'll not change dear for I've fought and found all of me's aglow.
Turn back, live again, he said to me
Do not wander in the darkness anymore
One more move might give death victory
We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of m
While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One more lie will give sin victory
The kindness of the golden light was clear
And left an image in my mind’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he then soothed me
Do not wonder now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What our suffering self has found so dear
I had never seen the light before
Only Christ the tyger with his roar
Come back, live through pain, he asked of me
One right step will give love victory
An epiphany, a miracle! I have seen the light,
while fluidly, fluently focused on the night.
I am one with the universe, at last I'm free!
I flow through it, as it flows through me.
And what emerged from this darkness, this blight,
was a perception, a reflection, an acceptance...
an acceptance of my blessed inner light.
I am weightless, suspended, with astral sight.
Oh spectacular, speckled night, forged by dying might,
the inner peace I sought my whole life, is no respite.
Compassion, walking hand in hand, with patience, tolerance,
entwined with sympathy, empathy, and what I know to be right.
Why did I only just find, these lost keys to my mind?
Now, look at what I have unlocked, it's gold, refined.
But why, oh why, did it wait till I was much clearer,
but oh so very much nearer, to the end of the line?
Jesus, Savior of the world,
Why do men not love thee?
Could it be that they are blind,
Having eyes- but cannot see?
Jesus, friend of all mankind,
Why do men not love thee?
Perhaps they have seen the light,
But sadly they have rejected it-
Rather choosing night.
Jesus, Lord of all the Earth
Why do men not love thee?
Maybe they have heard the gospel truths,
But have ears that cannot hear?
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Why do I love thee?
Because you first loved me- a sinner
Unworthy of such Grace…
You forgave me, and set me free.
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Why do I love thee?
Three words can explain it all-
From Death, Hell, and the grave,
I have been set free.
Speaker, speaker I'm listening...
You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU! by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way
Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda
…---...SOS …---...
This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling,
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!
Speaker, speaker I’m listening...
First and fourth amendment, 1864
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony
A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration
Speaker, speaker, I’m listening…
Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?
You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”
A funny Thing Happened
By Franklin Price
3/11/2016
A funny thing happened in last night's debate,
Among the four vying for the U.S.A.'s fate.
I thought the world surely had come to an end
When they debated the issues no name calling to send.
The beginning was ominous a feeling was there,
That this debate would be serious and the fighting be fair,
Would be no name calling or comparing of hands,
But the addressing of issues to see where each of them stands.
This can't be happening, I thought in my mind.
I better stop watching or I'll go deaf, dumb and blind.
This can't be real this is not who they are.
What have they been smoking? I think not a cigar.
It kept going on, a few slips fell in line.
Compared to before they were more than just fine.
None of them chose to go off to the dump.
Wonder of wonders, not even the Trump
When the debate was all over, and closing words said.
Had to pinch on myself to see if I was dead.
What I had witnessed could surely not last.
Nasty surely returning as it was in the past.
But maybe just maybe they had seen the light.
That personal taunting was really not right.
Civility had raised its more than fine head,
Had me feeling more hopeful as I went to my bed.
Moving on was the hardest thing I’ve had to do.
For it’s been too long and I still see home with you.
I can’t no more, move past this place I’ve come,
as I am paralyzed, set in things I’ve done.
But if language was just, not so odd and poor,
perhaps I’d draw the cries that scream on through.
And true, I admit it all.
That every one that came before,
everyone that comes in time,
they will all drown in this soul of mine.
For you, the Eden and peace, you were mine,
and I can not love the dark, once I’ve seen the light.
For you were all I had in sight,
so how do I love another once I’m blind.
How do I run forward when I’m stuck in time?
As I am gifted poetry, within this mind,
but my lips wont budge and I know why.
Knowledge is power, power’s not kind.
I am ink, within these lines,
that dried before your eyes.
~Count The Stars~
(Free Verse)
Dream about tomorrow
But live for today
Count all your blessings
Like children count the stars
Finding ways to make wishes
And dreams come true for you
Reminding you to keep believing
In brigher days and in yourself too
To give you Hope that is
As certain as the sun
May you always have an Angel by your side
Helping you through all
When we're born, we begin to die
When we die, we begin to live
I've seen the Light that shines
through God's Divine Love for all to see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002-2015
June.28.2015
AFRICAN STORY(SLAVE IN OUR FATHERLAND)
Our story! Our story! Never change
We are lost in the dark,
Not seen the light,
The stranger takes our home,
Make order,change our thought
They enslave us with change of suffering,
They took us from our fatherland,
They took away our fathers,
And turn they to cow in the field,
No water in the field,
To wet their tongue.
They become a native dog,
In their watch post,
Our women are left to suffer,
Our children are train has slave,
Our women are turn to sex machine.
Although we loss things,
But our colour remain .
B ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL