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She knows
To well
Her country
Irina Ratushinskaya
Its people
He sprouts
The truth
Mohammed Abbou
They don’t want to hear it
Amongst these people
Riad Al-turk
As they do
What evil does
Shirin Ebad
Tape her mouth
Plug her ears
Freedom of mind
Is hers
Hina Jilani
He’s mad
She’s crazy
Liu Xiaobo
See what they made us do
As we had to
Lock him up
Beat her
Assassinate them
Gao Zhisheng
For our safety
So we can continue
Our human rights abuses
Without exposure
Sima Semar
To speak
To think a thousand words
Of lement
Arnold Tsunga
Of lose
Of value
Of respect
Basic human rights
Really
Zainah Anwar
For women
And child
Olara Otunnu
It is all
So clear
To them
Is what
They have in common
Yoani Sanchez
Communion
As with
Percussion
Prison
Endless torture
Francisco Soberon
Starvation
But no
Salvation
Julian Assange
Is it worth it?
It is to him
And her
And them
For there
People
For us
Really
Doubts are really Fear
When I think a lot I become susceptible to everyone
So to cure such ideas comes a time of your life that you can realize
Each style, each movement, and most of all each ideas are simplicity
Everyone loves things easy and most of all less time
For the moment that t I think it is all over
Thinking about things becomes more so as Doubts
And doubts leads to fear
Like this I come upon a valley full of different creatures
As I have doubts I fear all these creatures
Slithering, growling, howling, and snapping
It is more so fear is the other side’s point of views
I come to a stop in the that moment thinking
What is more afraid me or the other creatures in the valley?
When I come upon a break a river flows so wide, yet I see
All different creatures drinking at the same time
I see one common purpose of life is to keep alive
No matter what, through rough times, through starvation
Or even to just briefly set aside meaningless arguments to just take a drink
Fear is just a state that many ideas flow into the mind
That makes the mind is less focus about the reality
Love is everywhere not just inside because, it is within everyone
That is why it is everywhere
I do think, because a teacher only thinks for the better not less nor greater
Because teachers are not to instill doubts, they instill knowledge and wisdom
These interesting concept is always push aside because faith is lost
My eyes are open to all fear and doubts and never is closed if so I am not human
My teaching is my poetry sadness of all stories; I come around to say words
Words of life, clear everything, and put aside judgment, and tell you and me
That safe thoughts are empty thoughts and it can get filled but just to remember
Poor it out once in while
Like fear and doubts is the same way
To everyone who knows such values can be in grace within self
Money is the mover, it makes us do things that can make us all shiver.
Money is like a power, it makes us glow with desire.
Money is like a culture, it has the power to move mountains and cause great things of oppression.
Money has taken all the free stuff, and turned it into a way to control us.
Money has turned our forests into cities, taking all the clean air and making us sick with lack of green cleaning natural living.
Money has a way, it has the power to make us all be afraid.
Money has taken most of the free growing apple trees and other trees, and made us pay for things that God gave us for free.
Money was only suppose to be for trading, not for oppression or for causing starvation.
So, plant the free growing food, make our spaces green with clean air, let the babies be born and stop all the killing, love, live, grow and pray, let the natural world heal and live life with love and care.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
OF FOOD AND WARRING
(A TANKA QUIENTET)
Juxtaposed bombs fall…
Food’s down, starvation rising…
Death…collateral…
Thus, war’s new reaping of death:
Food uprooted and destroyed:-
Food’s an enemy,
Seeking to eat, deadly:
Starvation killing:-
Thus, be war’s new strategy:
Piled skin covered skeletons:-
Ironically,
All this is merely Breaking News!
War’s politicking:
Pontificating power;
Not nourishing peace and love:-
May these fruitful thoughts
Excite your hunger for peace
And its divine love:-
Not living in peace is bad.
Not seeking to is much worse:-
Let’s not be sorry,
Rather, in our awareness,
Let’s get rid of war:-
Where there’s no peace, wherever,
There can’t be peace anywhere:-
I turn off the news of Russian war on Ukraine,
my heart is broken at the scenes that I see;
and I am tried of hearing the politicians fighting,
attacking and insulting each other and doing little.
I need to go for a long walk down the street,
but all around me is chaos and horrible scenes !
In my neighborhood there are a lot of homeless,
people tattered and battered begging for coins;
I often wonder how did they get to this place,
There are homeless animals too, cats and dogs,
wandering, looking for food and some kind of love !
Oh, I wish these homeless people could be helped,
these homeless animals could find forever homes;
I see elderly people struggling to walk pushing carts,
why do they have no one to help them do groceries.
Oh, I wish some organization would get organized,
to help the elderly do their chores and shopping !
When I get home I light a candle and kneel down,
weeping, I ask the Lord Almighty, oh God why;
why the wars, why the hate, why the starvation,
why do we have to get old and feeble, why, why.
The candle flickers, child, I have no control over
the chaos of your earth, and I weep with you !
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June 07, 2022
Poetry/Verse/My Wish and Prayer
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1463-242-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If Only My Wish Would Come True
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 06/23/2022
First Place
Some people say that God's a myth,
They don't believe He's there.
Others say that if He is ,
Then He just doesn't care.
They look at all the suffering,
Throughout the world around us.
Sickness, pain, starvation, war,
It fills them with disgust,
To think that there are those of us,
Who love Him and believe,
That The Almighty Father God,
Won't leave us here bereaved.
They want to blame it all on Him,
Though they don't think He's there;
But if He does not exist,
Why do they rail and swear?
Why hate someone who isn't there,
Who does not exist?
Why waste their time and energy,
And rave and shake their fists,
Just because we love our God,
Who is a God of love;
A God who is not filled with hate,
Who doesn't push and shove.
Other people worship gods,
That they must serve in fear.
Gods who threaten certain death,
For those who fail to clear,
The hurdles set before them,
By their arduous task master;
But people think them cool because,
They're different from The Master;
He who created all things good,
Surrounded us with beauty,
And gave us total freedom
To choose to do our duty.
If my God does not exist,
I've not wasted your time.
Don't take away my freedom,
By making it a crime,
To love my God as you love yours,
For we all serve a master.
I serve a God who loves me back,
Gives peace amid disaster.
I do not have to serve Him,
In fear and trembling,
And I'm here to tell you,
Such love is humbling.
You don't believe because you can't,
Or you just don't want to.
You have your rights and I have mine,
I won't lose Him just for you.
Judy Ball
Let's not elect a President to the White House that will make religious freedom a crime.
For Frank H.'s Contest "What I Believe Is Worth Fighting For"
The facts remain
Poverty greed remain
War power remain
Struggle death remain
Starvation famine remain
Fire devastation remain
Flood catastrophe remain
Rape loss of innocence remain
Murder loss of life
Christmas rebirth
Beyond Christmas Hope,renewed, for Peace on Earth.
I wrote this some time ago
This August 26th , 2018 rendition
regarding previous literary endeavor
Wick End Up Date, Snippet Sans...
...The Deadly Scourge
...One Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder
(Never abating infiltrating
writing material e'en superceding
the death of John McCain, where
Munster monster rears gnashing
undermining marriage with ambivalence.
Anorexia nervosa absent bulimia
nadir of onset schizoid behavior,
which agonizingly slow suicide
self starvation maelstrom within
psyche of self prepubescent lad
(particularly devastating
immediate family members)
emaciation pitted existential
ghastly revulsion unseen,
wuthering heights wrung death
knell annihilating fragile entity
christened Matthew Scott Harris
obvious preemtory imprimatur
yieldeing covalent bond to die starkly
horrified kith and kin helpless
Zorro slashed signature profound
perilous depressive psychological gouge.
Now at about two plus score years
attaining centenarian rank perfect 20/20
hindsight supreme advantage swift under
currents alluded drowning, when das
scribe juiced started to nibble puberty,
whence devastating emotional crisis
tripped, trilled, and tricked chronological
clock theorizing numerous educated
guesses within mindful middle progeny,
and sole son (of Boyce and late Harriet Harris),
why I willfully hurtled flesh at light speed
down abyss toward death. Literal and
physical lightness manifested within
nooks and crannies prior to full blown
symptoms to eliminate sustenance
drawing curtain on brief residence be
fore high noon of life. Metamorphosis
from boyhood into man found solace
attempting to keep at bay natural cycle,
which trans formation grieved me
pining nostalgic childhood’s end
(one fraught with romanticism)
vengefully interpreted attempt to halt
deadly tracks intervention of mother,
whose nursing experience helped fend
passive attempt promulgated silent...
If you are a bold person, then believe in solving the strife,
If heaven exists , bring it down to the earth in real life.
Sorrow exists temporarily, oppression also ends in a few days,
This gloomy day will pass like the clearing of the sky as the sun smiles.
If heaven exists , bring it down to the earth in real life,
You have received a new boon in the form of new life.
This gloomy day will pass like the clearing of the sky as the sun smiles.
Your achievements are now searching for new milestones.
You have received a new boon in the form of new life,
This outcast sky came riding in the chariot of flashes, in your life.
Your achievements are now searching for new milestones,
You come,we will step forward in inaccessible ways .
This outcast sky came riding in the chariot of flashes, in your life,
If volcanoes are developed deep inside the earth crust, in real life.
You come,we will step forward in inaccessible ways,
Then starvation can't go on under a fake freedom of trust, for infinite days.
If volcanoes are developed deep inside the earth crust, in real life.
We will surmount a mountain of problems,we will step forward in our stride,
Then starvation can't go on under a fake freedom of trust, for infinite days.
Removing the problem of starvation,we will control our minds.
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls
“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
“Your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone
“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home
“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud
“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud
“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake
“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake
“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent flaps, all future in blight
“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night
“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, where the demon still hides
“Where it lives, you must kill it, for this time and always,
before it steals our last dream, keeping spirits alive
“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot
“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not
“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold
“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”