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Listen with a sharp perception,
and if you disagree, put your opinion on hold,
until I have finished speaking;
don't point out my stubbornness on intention,
and make me feel I'm really so old...
in a land where expressions are not restricted,
and words are spoken with a freedom so rampant:
take in consideration what I'm saying!
And this debate between two controversial minds,
is being attended by an audience of different ages;
let them decide who can make that change in society
and be elected to the Presidency of the wealthiest Country!
I admire the boldness in your speech,
the great effort you put into each;
and if they choose you, " I'll be glad to honor that...
and will they prefer me over you: I'll happily shout to that! "
They have been exposing our most horrible mistakes
as we shamelessly and viciously have attacked each other,
shouting and ensuing rage in front of a Nation much in dire;
even the clowns in the circus have a reason to deride,
to imitate us for our insulting and inappropriate jokes:
when their Nation is engaged in war, and facing turmoil,
and while the impatient troops are anxious to come home...
by air and by sea and be safe in their impregnable fortress!
Our fateful day is only days away and our supporters cheer,
on November 4, 2008...whatever happens, whoever is chosen by sunrise:
let's not hold every grudge, but quickly forget those words thrown at each other;
they need us, and they'll be happy to see one of us in sheer glee...
our hands are of a different color, but we almost fight for the same cause:
let's shake them in a friendly gesture and ask God for guidance!
Yes, our people we'll keep the peace and the Country will prosper indeed...
while the triumphant trumpets will claim this victory across our jubilant Land!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Do you read my words as you hear the cashier say "Did you find every thing you need today"
-If you didn't it doesn't matter, she only speaks to keep her working status
Or perhaps you read my printed soul like my boss my printed file
-He needs to know my whearabouts to improve his management style
Actually, your comments where very sweet, like the preacher who wants me to come back
- He has message for me but first he must bribe me to hear it
I'll comment back on you, Ooh! a point for me too!
- Well written! What a lovely morning to share with you!
_ Ditto... and thank you for your cut and paste point sytem
Can you read my words like a lover reads his beloved's heart?
-Seek my shapes and definitions, the essence of my love
Can you read my soul and tell it back to me, or hear my truth and let it fill your heart
- or are my doubts true, my words a reflection of inadequacy?
Tell me you felt the coolness of the night wind on your nape,
- or heard the whispers of the night I remember,
Tell me I took you with me in my labor room and
-you felt the pains ripping apart my identity as the heart beat of my son emerged,
Tell me you felt my Mothers tears as she tells me goodbye and I like the coward I am
-run and tell it to the pages of words she will never read....
Do hear me? I am not the rhetorical cashier, or the minister to bribe you with a comment
-Most people don't truly listen but wait for their chance to speak
I thought I had the element of surprise
on my side, as I looked longingly in her eyes
Tempted to reveal the whole spiel
She spoke with unequivocated zeal
...elegant fingers fondled a wineglass stem
Knowing the control she had on men
Furtive grin as she relished her hold on them...
Sparring in Stained-wood and polished brass arenas
Lighten by neon signs, three stools between us
Asking as I wrote, what words I conjured
Her initial inquiry left me feeling honored
But as fast as the fascination manifested
a more sinister motive was then suggested
It was my intention, she says, to deceive
Acting involved in the words I conceived
Reeling in interest as I pretended no notice
I laughed at her silly suggestion of motive
Knowing all the while it was her presence
giving my poem a direction of essence
She turned to leave and find another seat
I watched her, bemused with her tantrum retreat
My pen-hand scrawling the last of those lines
I slipped the finished product under her wine
Reading it, her full lips mouthed the words
Smiling, she now knew her assertions absurd...
I left then, fumbling for the keys to my car
Keeping with my rule "No love at the bar"
Walking off, pleased with my choice to exit
Every part of my body language said it.
She knew I gave her a different intimacy
an unabashed version--peering into me
It is almost one of the best kept secrets, I would say
so few know of its power, thinking it to be far far away
but this power of speech, a power which is always passed on
leaves its lasting impressions, even after you are long gone
The world we live in, created with a molecular structure
articulating sound, our speech now meets this juncture
power of speech, although emanating from a thought
impacts on everything around us, and this we wrought
"Think good and it will be good", it's not just a saying
we really don't realize this power, our words are swaying
"think good and you will create good", is what it should be
sound created by our words lives forever, who would foresee
Think about the history of creation, the way the world came into being
G-d said, "Let there be light", having commanded, darkness began fleeing
but focus on the fact of G-d's act in His saying, which comes to inform
this power our Creator used, speech, whose power caused all to conform
So having been created in G-d's image, better to learn while we are young
our heritage as humans, life and death are really in the power of the tongue
the power to build or to destroy, stems from the power of the words we choose
we can perpetuate this light, doing good to all, rather than use it to abuse
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
Hearing this made my heart sing and my soul contrite,
Each time I visit the resting place of so many bones.
Angelic statues look upon me, those of granite stones.
Recalling the words they said to me was so intense.
Dreaming was not a factor, for I was indeed awake.
Angels spoke to me and said write a poem from hence.
Now I pour my soul and spirit into words without forsake.
Angels, the army of God, guard the Heavens above us all.
Nearer to God, we all know they are, answering his call.
Graves are the resting place we visit our loved ones on earth.
Even though we know their souls traveled with loving worth.
Listen in the quietness and your ears will hear them speak.
Seek behind the shadows, be not afraid, and do not be weak.
Prepare to listen to beauty of nature that visits each day.
Every flower and tree holds the power of eternity’s way.
All your saddened heartaches will disappear, upon your listening.
Know the fervency I have found, in Angels eyes glistening.
Written by
Cecil Hickman
date:06-14-2011
written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name Angels In Cemeteries
the tongue is just another muscle
gives strength to what we think
amidst life's daily hustle bustle
helps thoughts to words interlink
so the father with his mother tongue
speaks to progeny generations come
lessons learned to offspring young
good ways to live, his rule of thumb
still would wince at his tongue lashing
flinching, blinking, cowering and meek
if shouted anger from lips came flashing
'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek
but before I become too tongue-tied
some tongue twister squarely knotted
I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside
to address these words I've jotted
and tell of my admiration for tongue
no forked tongue falsehood to relate
some silver tongued notes clearly sung
of glossa tongues and hooks and baits
that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat
can do things fit for moans and groans
I can hint, alluding to this and that
of things we tongue like flesh and bones
I think you'll agree with my observations
presented to you, from my mind sprung
and think of your own tasty applications
many things budding the tip of your tongue
© Goode Guy 2011-07-04
Look at the flood
Where waters run deep
Look at the lost faith
So hard to keep
Death and destruction
And everything gone
No words are needed
Just listen and watch
And decide what to do
Just listen and watch
And decide what to do
Colors become blind
When we’re all of one mind
Waters wash away riches
And unite the poor
Business suits and cut offs
Take water the same
When we’re up to our necks
We’re all of one name
So hand in hand we embrace
To make a stand
Working together to strive
To clear out the damage
Turn back the waters
And once again live
Flood waters run deep
No words are needed
Just listen and watch
And decide what to do
There’s a simple strength here
That won’t be defeated
It’s one that’s united
In me and in you
So as I take your hand
Here is mine
Together we’ll decide
Just what to do
While making our stand
No words are needed
Just listen and watch
And decide what to do
Once there was a man that thought he could write.
Within his mind, he wavered a terrible fight.
Only he knew; weathered writes that could define.
Not of madness or failure or even that of wine,
He studied persons that flowed around his state.
Not criticizing or judging, learning from the wait.
His thoughts and words sometimes thought raw.
His mind hiding secrets though never to fall,
His findings revealed; a secret everyone held.
Without a secret, no life would be compelled.
Each human has a Devil and Angel that hides.
Which one wins the battle to which all confides?
When the words fly outward from within his soul,
Holding reprimands of dysfunction without any goal.
Was he a writer, poet, philosopher not so trite.
What feelings drove him in his positioned flight?
His mind wondered in and out of existence defined.
Within his mind, he wavered a terrible fight combined.
Take me to a place with no dismay.
I have faltered more than this day.
No more, no less in any human way.
Then any other human, I can say.
Distress of disembodiment of the mind,
These things never seem to ever unwind.
Thoughts flow inward, this I will find.
Words unspoken are always unkind.
Are these dangerous to my soul, I ask free.
Are these just the shadows of memories?
I humbly hunt, seek discovery of the key.
That shall solve my dilemma or miseries.
I shall not sell my soul this I do vow.
For any undo happiness, here and now.
These devilish angels that fall and cowl,
Shall gather not, inside humanistic bowel,
Wake me into a place with no dismay.
Whoever shall falter after this day?
Will as promised be forgiven every way,
These words are bonded, by a crosses display.
Note
I do knot know where this came from.
The words just came as I was writing this piece.
Do words hurt?
To be belittled,
talked down to,
dehumanized,
rejected of your very life.
To be objectified,
demeaned,
robbed of your mind
and spirit,
robbed of your individuality;
your very heart itself.
Do words hurt?
Or are they illusions?
Is equality a dream?
Do you notice it at all?
Walking day to day,
from place to place,
seeing the masses.
Do you feel their struggle?
Do you take the time to care?
To wonder if their lives are really equal,
like yours?
Do you dream in apathy?
Or are you awake in denial?
Do words hurt?
When used to steal.
Do words hurt?
When attacking,
when targeting,
when ostracizing,
humiliating;
or criticizing?
Do you have feelings too?
How would you feel?
If I talked down to you;
...in condescension?
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