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Mid Eastern Tales
Curtis Johnson
Long, long ago, along the corridors of history,
there lived two judges name Deborah and Samson.
They were great and very special people, real and true.
These bigger than life personalities were a God send. Judge Deborah and Judge Samson were uncommon and unrelated. Though from the same country, the two were separated by several hundred years.
Judge Deborah was strong in spirit and spirituality.
She was patient, wise, and forward looking. Deborah was also a warrior and
a mighty commanding general of her nation. Before her
demise, she had become a model citizen and great patriot.
She had become a national hero and also a singer of songs.
Judge Samson, on the other hand, was very strong in body.
Unfortunately, he was weak in morals and character.
He was inconsiderate, selfish, and irresponsible.
He was also impulsive, unwise, and shortsighted.
In their own way, they both succeeded as leaders.
But at a time when his country’s freedom was completely dependent on him, he divulged the secret of his power and was captured. Selfishness blinds us of the needs of others. He was personally disgraced and humiliated. By the time of his death, Judge Samson was blinded and imprisoned.
His demise was untimely. However, before his passing, he handed out hundreds of death sentences. He also became world renown and a national hero.
10232016 cj Bible, Judges 4 & 14 PS
I heard the knock on the door
but I chose not to answer.
I heard the whisper in my ear
but I chose not to listen.
I saw the light on the horizon
but I turned off the switch.
I saw the window swing open,
but I chose to close it again.
How shortsighted I was then.
How stoic in the safety of familiarity.
Opportunities come knocking so
softly we can hardly hear them.
They whisper like soft breezes
and merely ruffle a hair.
They shine a tiny glimmer of hope
which needs nurturing like a beacon.
Take the gift, unwrap it.
Marvel at the contents, and
take it on board the boat of
opportunity - quickly -
blink, and it will be gone.
Theres a saying that says that opposites attract
Well I am so gorgeous it seems it's a fact
I like a plain girl for whom I can care
Cos I like a girl I'll not have to share
To not have to punch other blokes would be great
So I'm really glad you're a bit overweight
I'd like to point out that you've made the right choice
For no other man could put up with your voice
You shouldn't feel bad that you're not that good looking
At least I'm not dead from your ‘inventive’ cooking
And who else could bolster this ego of mine
But a girl just like you who drinks way to much wine
I see guys look at you, I guess that it's pity
They wonder why I'm not with somebody pretty
I love our nights in, we don't go out to dine
You might scare the children my sweet Valentine
Well this is well weird, I'm sat home alone
You had to pop out when you'd answered the phone
I glare at the clock and it's three in the morning
I'm nearly asleep and I cannot stop yawning
At last there you are with that silly false smile
Some shortsighted fella has tried to beguile
A loser in love with no romantic powers
Who lumbered you up with chocolates and flowers
Who's that outside with a rose that is red
Don't get no ideas about three in a bed
You should understand that it's me that you're for
Er... why are my suitcases outside the door?
17 February 2021
Contest: Valentines
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Why are we - the great creation causing so much devastation,
The intimidated nature of an implicated nation,
See we’re evolving as a planet but together didn’t plan it so rather than unite it’s like we feel compelled to fight.
Our fixes are shortsighted for a world that’s been so blighted,
Is anyone concerned that we never seem to learn.
We call this a democracy which really means hypocrisy of a convoluted prophecy which is actually bureaucracy,
The masses keep on moving always scared of what their losing ,
Thinking that they’re choosing when In fact they’re just abusing.
Have we triggered our demise, can you hear the planet cry,
No point looking to the sky your better covering your eyes.
Should we not try to transition from our terminal condition,
What’s the point of this admission if we’ve lost sight of ambition.
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did I hear
Your emails were given without any care
The powers that be have relented this truth
To empower your foes with the absence of couth
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did you say
More "glittering generalities" one could absorb in a day
Just listening and knowing that the general facts
Have no fidelity or sincerity when down to brass tacks
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary your words should take heed
Perverting their meaning by twisting their deed
To make claims of human kindness with your heart fully filled
With the ice of deceit and a soul that is nil
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you seem larger than life
But the facts of the matter are way more than rife
Your little mind, soul and heart is piteous at best
To think you can fool all of us is one naive, shortsighted and ill-advised test!
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you're like a chick out of its nest
Your posture cannot cure, nor your clothes deceive the best
Of the denizens of state that require you to be strong
When deep down inside you indistinctly don't belong.
What a load of malarkey I just read...
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear. The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle diddle' moment
for the chap who writes in riddle.
Who gave women the right to breed, he wrote...
taking the chance of birth defects. What the heck!
That kind of mulish thinking I cannot promote,
but since it's his right to post as he may,
I shall take the opportunity to also have a say.
God gave women the right to breed,
in the ability to grow within them a seed.
If He wanted an embryo to proclaim,
"I'll risk being born with half a brain.
and risk the life of my mother, too,"
He'd given them voice before they were born.
Audacious statements made by those who oppose
the will of the Ancient of Days.
That would label them as 'one of those...'
A shortsighted man who'd take such a stand,
thinking he knows best what is wrong or right.
How would he handle having a womb with eggs.
Maybe he would consider soldering shut his legs.
A blowhard whose mother suffered giving birth
for she made the choice to feel the burden of pain.
If she knew what she'd bred,
would she value his worth?
With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race by description
Golden hair on pale silver skin
An African white woman of Timbuktu kin
I have danced to the tune of my mockery
With teary eyes have I smiled at victory
Sharp edged stares may pierce me daily
Yet I walk head high and step most steady
Though the sun remains a foe that tortures
Still I conquer it with protective amours
I scowled at the honey tongues of lying lovers
Professing love only to taste my rare fairness
I read through their lines but read in between better
For this fragile,ignorant creature was fully harnessed
I have been belittled, scoffed and shaken
And redefined by several ethnic culture
I have been judged,ignored and broken
I have been worshipped,feared and obscured
But I created the burning hero in Me
And won my inner battle the greatest battle to be
For i embraced my deepest weakness
And savoured every drop of success
I am that nature's mysterious creation
A shortsighted being with farther vision
I betrayed my timidity and trampled its shell
I am a story and this story I tell
By: Adams O Elizabeth
Lizdiamond World Of Poetry
We stood at a crossroads
With a choice that could define us
To rise and prosper together
Or to pursue wealth in isolation.
We were handed guns
But also tools— hoes and ploughs
Intelligence, skills, and sustenance
Rum, gum, and nicotine.
Yet, we abandoned the plough for idle lands
Traded intelligence for transient pleasures
Found profit in selling our strongest
And embraced the folly of shortsighted gains.
Now, our fertile soils weep for the plough
Our mines cry out for careful hands, not machines
Our brilliant minds hunger for true nourishment
Yet all we grasp is the meager bread of the day.
RICH AFRICA, POOR AFRICANS
Behold the harbinger of your ascendance,
A messenger of perfection, I commence.
Attacks are pointless, shortsighted, and weak.
I hold the power to bear you face defeat.
Oh harbinger, foretelling of your rise,
A beacon shining in the darkest skies
Perfection sought, your ascendance near,
But agnize that your attacks are pointless, I fear.
Shortsighted, blinded by your own might,
You cannot comprehend the fullness of our might.
For we, united, stand against your advance,
And face your annihilation; we enhance.
Oh harbinger, your power may seem grand,
But forces of the universe bend to our command.
We fight as one, a formidable force.
With strength and courage, we stay the course.
You may strain to prolong the inevitable.
But in the finale, you will face your downfall.
Embrace the perfection that you seek.
Knowing that weakness, we shall not speak.
Since your weakness, feel its weight,
For in our unity, we demonstrate true power state.
You may regret your resistance, dear Shepherd.
Against our might, your efforts are shattered.
Oh, harbinger, you were once feared and revered.
But now your reign is soon to be sheared.
Shepherd of destruction, we shall overcome,
And reclaim what is rightfully ours—every crumb.
Your ascendance is but a fleeting illusion.
In unity, we find a solution.
We grasp via your facade, your empty threats,
And with every step, closer to victory, we get.
Oh, harbinger, your time is ticking away.
Scrap is near; there's nothing else to say.
We stand strong, unyielding, and true.
The forces of the universe bow to me and you.
Together, we are unstoppable, a force to be reckoned.
And in the face of adversity, we will not be beckoned.
Shepherd of destruction, you shall not prevail.
For in our unity, we shall never fail.
Love does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth
words taken from the bible that fires an arrow deep
We are living now in a world where people have departed from God
tolerance is needed with prayer and fasting
Socrates hits the key note in this where fascism takes control
When the debate is lost slander becomes the tool of losers
Many are so shortsighted blind when it comes to standing supporting sin
Do we look to the bright side of humanity
instruct ignorance springs to mind when it comes to fault
Under a veil where darkness forces its agenda
silencing the victims from having rights to an opinion
Every slave has become chained in words to chaos
deeds served as caring take away certain values
Living has little meaning when vanity takes the reins
hard hitting facts are hard to ignore in these bullies
Victorious individuals rise above the storms of life
because we all can see the burning anger is internally fused by hate
triggered by the deepest burning turmoil
even when forgiven it pushes so far beyond belief
In some cases in the end we are flogging a dead horse
so to speak good without judgement
I am a sinner forgive me my life's errors
we are all guilty of remaining quite at times
the time to speak is now and defend your birthright
no good comes out from evil ways