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Liberties
The state of being free from oppressive restrictions,
or the weight of too much liberties and its affliction.
The paradox of boundaries towards creative ponder,
the prison of structure and disciplined wonder.
Time speaks for itself from the inmost cave,
kindling spirits and its shifting sphere wave.
When wisdom dominates the debt of thought,
lingering treasures by determination bought.
The freedom in reign and consequence,
kingdoms promises with no reference.
The dream of all dreams and its ecstasies, the power of words before the battle of legacies. The price of freedom blinds the sight, when strangers manipulate ones right. . The liberty to dream as sense to be free, mental stillness and the courage to see. That oneself becomes the own worst enemy, by force of conscious freewill or righteous liberty. In poetic declaration to set free the prophetic mind, fragments of greatest purpose in its kind. The bill and its associates filling endless shelves, providing liberties to the greed of affluent self’s. The media in its righteous liberties and no shame, giving credit to the abused freedom all the same.
A-bad-don speaks for itself clearly
the war master of chaos to come hides secrets
An inhuman monster created by hate underneath
formed in the bottomless pit of envy
bathed in bitterness his name is a tenfold curse spoiled
laid bare under thousands of years of terror and anguish exposed his venom kind
Destroyer of the world locked in a dark abyss
suffering jealousy under a legion
of depraved demons and fallen angels
mixed with faceless unforgiving pride
blind beggars of the dark side
corrupting flesh to sin
They inhabit the lies told sweet talking arrogance
turning away from truth slowly twisting rights to ignorance
calling up the deceiver of forked tongues shame exists
spitting within disrespectful manners heartless
Disoriented babble rattles to the core condemning faith
spoiled crock tears swearing falsity to be true love's existence
black magic spawns inside poisons brew
From the realm of the dead rotten seed
you hail damned corrupt thief of wasted time
destruction has no shield in your wake to yield
Burning hell's fury is putting good to the sword as bad
loving kindness is declared grave manners against evil doers
when the eyes of man can never be satisfied or pleased
correctly they turn around in an underground abode
filled with lost souls that reeks havoc needing
There a jealous hood rat in are neighborhood
If you expecting me to call you a man I can't
because your attitude speaks for itself
Theres a jealous hood rat in the neighborhood
and it's you with your fake toy gun
and your cheap flip phone
Showboating all across the world not knowing when you going to settle down
Dipping in and out every females house
not knowing where to lay that hat down
Hood rat when you going to settle down
You need to stop playing with those little girls and deal with a woman
Because Iam a real woman who don't deal with fake boys who carry around squirt gun
I need a real man to take good care of me
Little boy move on
Go play on another playground
because this here is somebody else turf
Theres a jealous hood rat in are neighborhood
and it you
with your fake $ 99.00 dollar fake chromes on your buggy automobile and your fake air Jordans
shoe are not real because every step you make
Your shoes scream out why don't this hood rat buy some real shoes
I don't deal with hood rats that wear long stain shirts that look like a gown
I don't deal with hood rats that smell like a skunk from cheap cologne
I don't deal with hood rats who teeth look like green mold
Skedaddle poo poo boy
By, Shaniki Smith
June 3, 2016
To the city of gold
It brings me great pleasure
To inform you that your application to grab hold
Of my attention has been successful.
Your name is self explanatory
Your status is unquestionable
Your record speaks for itself
You are remarkable indeed.
You have made the dreams of the dreamers come true
You moreover led promising men from the rural astray
In the hopes of hitting the jackpot
Your beauty is of course a bonus
However , I owe you an apology dear great white
For being prejudice
I believe the name is heavy
And the expectations heavier
You too were wronged by us
We named you "the city of gold "
to make sucking you dry excusable
We used you and are still for
Our own personal gain
You were beautiful now your beauty is limited
You were free now violence and barriers surround you
You were clean
Now your trees bear drugs
You were a God fairy
Now you're a dream crusher
People resent you
You were fair
Now you only favour all those that are on the right side
Those that have the right connections
You used to be home
Now you're shelter to the highest bidder
We made you like this
We interfered with mother nature
We we we
We are to blame
We are to be prosecuted
We divided you
And gave the other half capital punishment
We demonised you
We made ourselves God to you
And our sin is bigger than you
And our apology is as tiny as Satan's mercy
From a sorry and regretful being
One little sidestep off the beaten track,
Is a colorful garden of dazzling shades,
With blood red geraniums of scintillating hue
Interspersed by those of white and baby pink,
Where beauty sings mysteriously,
Reigning in every theme, a place of bliss
Where silence speaks for itself,
Where bees are the only intruders, I suppose.
A place to feast the eyes and relax,
Reminding one of the Garden of Eden!
At its center is someone, in blossoming beauty.
Not sure if she is sitting on the edge of a boulder,
Or simply crouching on the carpet of grass,
Or is it a statue set up amid the array of flowers?
An angelic form so intent on what she does,
Lost to the world, her face bent,
But eyes moving up and down,
In tandem with the sewing needle in hand.
Is she stitching a frock for her little girl,
Sitting close to her mother’s feet?
A starlet fallen from the night sky,
Or a cherubim dropped down from heaven’s height,
In flowing azure blue frock with golden hair.
She too, like her mother, is so absorbed,
Pouring her soul in to the open book in her lap.
May be a ploy employed by the mother,
Not to disturb her in her work.
Oh, vagrant winds, come not close,
To disturb the tranquility of the two
Wholly sinking into what they are doing.
Kindly veer in another direction
And don’t interrupt their solitude!
April.22. 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere . No1210 Poetry Contest
This is based on Claude Monet's famous painting- Madame- Monet-and-child, where he has pictured his wife Camille and child in his garden.
Gloom pervades, an empty stillness hovers,
No sound, except the echo of faint sighs,
Rising from a frail chest.
Popped upon white pillows, a small girl reclines
On her sick bed, incapable of sitting up.
Her body down the waist, is wrapped
In a thick blanket to douse the chills of fever.
Consumption has eaten away her vitality
Her sick lungs gasps for breath
Her face, a white paper- pale and bland
Her golden hair lies disheveled.
A curtain hangs dull, half drawn
Waiting for the final pull.
The lady, her aunt who has been with the child
Through her tortuous journey,
Bends down clasping her frail hand
Unable to face the girl’s blank stare.
A yellowing leaf is about to take its downward spiral.
An unseen guest waits for the final embrace.
The faint stirring of life will soon desert her.
Yet love remains, a whiff of cool breeze,
Fanning her fears away with a gentle clasp.
In a critical moment of suffering and helplessness,
No medicine, but love alone serves as balm.
Each blurred stroke unravels the silence,
Of art that speaks for itself~
Man’s vulnerability and hovering sorrow,
Of a life so enigmatic, cast in gloom’s shroud.
I am applying for the consultant position
of Office Manager for which I will audition.
I am undeniably qualified to deal with nitwits
and idiots I will immediately classify as 'twits.'
My solution to deal with those people is fair
It may not be righteous, but I don't care.
If your company is greedy to make money,
it's ok with me. Just give me my check, honey.
I don't browbeat employees with a big stick
when they come in late or say they're sick
I'll crack the whip on any numbskull at work
and there's one less lazy fool I'll call a jerk.
If you think my method is severe over kill,
you're right, because I don't show good will
to jackasses who keep making me mutter
words you would only hear in a street gutter.
I'll get control and do what needs to be done
and I promise I'll try not to pull out a real gun.
I'll need some handcuffs and maybe a jail cell.
Give me free rein and everything will be swell.
My resume' experience speaks for itself.
Once, I've even fired an Elf on the Shelf
I did it without a good reason or just cause
so you can waiver that harrassment clause.
You can hire me now for a trial run.
Keep me on or fire me, but I'm the one
you need to give brainless creatures the boot...
not due to my work ethic, cuz I don't give a hoot.
Beautiful roses
speaks for itself
in agreeable rapture
Inspired,
with a brush on a canvas
you tend my soul
Never false,
always unadorned
Enchantment of beauty
a goddess
in complete balance
The room speaks for itself -
It doesn’t speak at all
It exists, without breath
Silence suffocates -
The room is empty,
Not because of lack of people,
But because it lacks presence,
Something - or someone is missing,
The scent of death lingers
People crowd the room,
Yet loss consumes -
For now the room becomes a tomb,
A place cursed by harsh truths
A boy is gone,
Killed by a system -
Who criminalised colour,
The knock at the door, still echoes,
Haunted by the ghost of a warmth long gone
The room is still,
As if death has claimed the space,
Misery loves company -
And it’s favourite company - grief
In tiny proportion and faint light we can those gigantic beauties see,
like in short unique measures of live in mystery to be.
Beholding beauty in the momentary of the mind,
opens the portal of eternity and awareness so wide.
Interminable presence of great souls in the celestial garden mingle,
this clear tune in praise of sacrament becomes the enlighten tingle.
Consume yourself in this ever lasting sacred fire,
for true righteousness will fuel your subtle desire.
The meaning of prophets and masters keeping the planets alight,
consequences of ancients souls transcended bright.
Those living spirits in their poetic sense and great name,
providing the door towards the ordered divine flame.
The sharp rings of Saturn’s discipline in optimal position,
sets the opportunity to make the right decision.
Declaring the courage towards the desired state,
with every step in dignity of gait.
Far from the resort of truth in charm,
blessings from the invertible doors of harm.
The real spirit in pure light consent,
speaks for itself as all observing element.