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Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace the night.
Oh, what a maze of love and pain,
Where loss feels certain, joy feels vain.
Am I my foe? It seems I am—
I wound myself before you can.
And still, from every scar I bear,
A strange, fierce love grows stronger there.
Shall I once more embrace the fall,
And risk the shatter, lose it all?
For even if my heart should break,
It’s mine to lose, my choice to make.
And now I wonder, endlessly—
If meant to be… must still be free?
In playful hands of fate we sway,
Like toys upon her woven way.
In dreams that haunt and softly gleam,
Such visions stir—a waking dream.
Oh, destiny, if you are kind,
Let me slip through thy sleeping mind,
To see if there, the scene I see,
Plays out within the reverie.
Archangel, if your grace allows,
Unfold this truth beneath your vows.
I hear him rambling on about the way he makes a mess
the way he eats his tomatoes then leaves with no confess
the flowers have been bent in his garden's sanctuary
he's a little creature wild yes he's very quite contrary
He's always climbing fences coming round the gate
still, curiosity is trump and he loves him without hate
Watching from a window he's waits for the drill
he's a little furry squirrel he comes and goes at will
then one day I look from the outer patio door
Aldo is in a lawn chair reading softly with adore
There upon his foot two little beady eyes of sweet
watching him intently how nice they finally meet
Over morning breakfast he tells me he is smug
as I butter bread and fill the coffee mug
There's a glitter in his eye that says he ain't so shy
he really loves the little pug but I can't tell you why
every time I see a trace of peels atop our fence,
I smile a little smile and win in self defence..
Taekwondo
The way we flow
Our hands and feet
We put on show
Jumping spinning in the air
Striking out our target there
This mighty form of self defence
A contact sport so immense
Spectacular performance of an art
The hand and foot taking part
Taekwondo
Come on have ago
Romanticism beauty show
Throughout history we’ve been taught
Mind and bodys' train of thought
Discipline to enhance the spirit
Systematic and scientific
Physical fighter that truly feels
Those traditional martial artist skills
Taekwondo
Such a calming flow
Fluid movements fast or slow
A graceful art that shapes mind and heart
Physical state of harmony’s past
Meeting a challenge with calm and peace
Shapes and conditions the whole physique
Brings well-being and inner strength
Self-control and development
So now your journey starts to begin
The way of the fist and foot within
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
Stand up.
Speak up.
But -
When it comes to a Black person -
You -
Just shut up
It’s funny how -
When it comes to us needing help,
Selective mutism is your only way out.
We fight the big fights,
Play the role of superhero - day and night,
We are heroes without the capes,
And yet when we need support, you hide behind the drapes,
Every other race is given grace,
But when it comes to us, no matter what we do - we are called a disgrace
When a Black person needs protection,
They see our skin, and - accuse us of seeking attention,
When we practice our right of self defence,
We are accused of a criminal offence,
Seen as criminal, for standing our ground
Then we are seen as a danger to be around.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But not for a Black Person,
Stand up.
Speak up.
If you are not Black, they won't see you as criminally liable,
Stand up.
Speak up.
Not to defend us, just to label us criminals.
Cursed at birth, of anguish no dearth
For parents a liability, subject to partiality
Her studies are curtailed, her ambitions derailed
Childhood spent on household chores
Serving males one of her chores
Bound by chain, her childhood is slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...
After marriage another agony begins
Criticised endlessly, hurting words stings
Beaten by husband, living in fear
A busy life, eyes filled with tear
No house of her own, can't run away
Unemployment, illiteracy comes in her way
Bound by chain, she is endlessly slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...
Restrictions in dressing, restrictions in movements, restrictions in mannerisms, special rules and regulations...
Despite this she is forcibly plundered
Her only sign of life, her body is devoured
Bound by chain, her body is slain
Oh! The anguish, the pain...
Men are superior, she has to obey their order
A rapist, a beater, are men superior?
Insensitive to feelings and tear, are men superior?
How is she inferior can anybody explain?
Why only on her are placed so many restrain?
By not keeping her in equal plane, humanity is slain
Oh the anguish, the pain...
Oh women! Break the shackles of chain!
Now onwards, the slayer must be slain!
Fight for your daughter's education
Teach her self defence and protection
Teach your son's to feel and respect emotion
When our children we properly train
No woman will ever be in pain
Pure happiness will reign.
Date: 8/20/2020
[A slight rewrite of my 2018 poem]
In your modern nation
Your civilisation
Is under a threat from miniaturisation
’cause one day they’ll make it and someone will fake it
A nice compact nuclear bomb...
That Clips on a rocket
That fits in your pocket
And no one cares where it comes from
A copy, a knock off, with bits that will drop off
Just hope the damned thing don’t go wrong
Global destruction
With basic instruction
For people in banks, shops and farms
Wherever they’re working there’s somebody lurking
Demanding the right to bear arms
Your forefathers voted
And thus it was noted
(In spite of a future not reckoned)
They’d keep arms resplendent, and wrote an amendment
And this one they numbered the second
But when they discussed it
Sword, cannon and musket
Was just about all that they’d got
Rather less keen, if they had foreseen
Machine gun or multiple shot
If you need to clobber
a thug or a robber
Here’s what I can’t help thinking of
One shot at a time can stop them just fine
So, what’s with the Kalashnikov
So when they invent it
And fakers have bent it
And nobody cares who it harms
I hope you have fun with your nuclear gun
’cause you have the right to bear arms
21 April 2021 (A slight rewrite of a 2018 poem)
Contest: Guns
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Motive:
jealousy twisted into a desire for power,
Systems built from broken trust,
Superiority sourced by those who exude it,
Blood spilled from the hands of those who are black
Empires built from false prophecy
Lies cultivated from the weeds of projected self-hatred
Motive - the white man to appear as the superior race
Alibi:
The fragility of whiteness,
The acidic tears of the white woman,
The weaponisation of power by the white man,
The homemade, home-baked stereotypes - to divide
Propaganda pieced together with the glue of prejudiced policies -
Weaving deceit to narrate harmful ideologies of blackness
The portrayal of victimhood, for the picture of white innocence,
The abuse of power, to abuse black people
Alibi - racial killings masquerading as self-defence
The defence rests
Prosecutors sweat
The judge, blinded by bias
The jurors , all white
The verdict:
Not guilty -
By reason of fear of colour
Acquitted
Now freedom awaits -
For the white man, now he can do it again
If I become head of a country this is what I will do
Solve common problems of country men such that joy will ensue
Provide free food to all, life without food most miserable
Criminals are born when hunger pangs become unbearable
Standardize education, make it compulsory for all
Would provide food and hostel in school, it would be free for all
Study of scriptures, values compulsory subject in school
Nurture talents, vocational education, sports in school
All hospitals and doctors would give free medicines, treatment,
They would be paid by govt, no one would die for lack of treatment
All contest election as independent, on their own trait
One who gets most votes amongst others becomes head of the state
All using their own brains, no one following any leader
Many brains together deciding policies, not leader
Stop all wars, weapons manufactured only for self defence
War kills many, brings multiple miseries, wars make no sense
Stop space missions to other planets for they serve no purpose
Use that money for environment, other useful purpose
If I can make my countrymen happy, I will be happy
I feel head of state should solve problems, try to make all happy
Food, clothing shelter, education, health, blissful life
How many head of state solve these real problems of life?
29th March 2021
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Inspired by :
Contest : What You Really Want
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
Welcome to Far Town
On what forsaken endless shore,
Is grief a friend where Devil’s crawl?
Does all we have seen have no worth at all?
What end of time disaster is fate asking for?
Did you not know the signs all align
And all is lost to banshee’s cries?
When all hope is gone, you hold tight the cross,
You wore around your neck, which now you hold aloft.
Trying to ward off any evil spirits.
Do you think Jesus would really want to see it?
All your enchantments are meaningless.
Your self-defence lacks being blessed.
A whispered prayer, no faithful dead.
When Death approaches you begin the test.
The end is here, there is no sanctuary.
Deeds written on parchment, treated as sanctity.
Agony shall surely rip a mind apart.
No safe-way found in a billion stars.
No guiding light coming from near or far,
Can save a soul so below par.
Your purity was bargained for;
Tempted away in days of being poor.
Faithless messages lost to your,
Choices made in days of yore.
When all was taken and ambition was gone,
You signed your name, your kingdom come.
Your kingdom gone, life ebbs and flows.
Did you choose to stay the course, or did you take the gold?
Take a hold of your consequences.
Life is not about happy endings.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Depression is pride
Why aren't I perfect?
I am better than this,
Self hatred is pride
I have fallen short
My standards are higher than this!
Self depreciation is pride
I'm too stupid
How did I ever do that!,
Victimization is pride
In trying to find good
I have just found the bad.
Being offended is pride
How dare they say that
Don't they know who I am?,
Self defence is pride
I'm better than you
You owe me another chance.
Being negative is pride
Obsessed by my failures
Doesn't make me so wise,
Selfishness is pride
And all these things
Have proven a master of disguise.