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I am grateful
I was born
Flung in doleful
Ferocious land
Born to face ignominy,
To be deceited
By licentious village boys
Who are only born to ice
I was born a girl
I wish I were not
With abhor
I look myself
Born in threat
Meant to struggle
Their voices mumble
And i'm left idle
My feelings are rose
I crumble
Of course i'm scorned
I stumble
I bled, I lost my dignity
My blood is blemished
I'm violent, up to infinity
No longer calm, I'm into crime
Because I'm female
I was given life.
I was given life,
And I was given pain
Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
Because she was born in pain,
She was born in struggle
Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see,
because the folly of their hubris hides the harsh reality,
and when they walk past homeless people posted prone in poverty,
cold cloaked, they are invisible.
Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear
any proper prayers of the sullen souls that live their lives in fear.
And so they sing their psalms in silence hoping angels will appear,
their sadness semi-visible.
Ten thousand nostrils will each day pass turned up and they’ll all detect
the foul fragrance from a stumbling bum with bubble bath neglect.
And yet their greatest fears are fostered from his foreign dialect.
So sobering, so risible.
Five thousand hearts will each day pass but not a single one will feel
for the burdens borne by a beggar with war wounds that will not heal.
Still they will paint themselves as patriots, American, genteel.
One Nation, indivisible.
Submitted: August 14, 2020
Tail Rhyme Stanza Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
"N/A" -- August 26, 2020
Lord, thank you for this boy,
Who fed me and gave me a nice home;
Thank you for my good fate,
You didn't allow me to stay
With the street dogs and went on astray.
I am asking you to bless me and my little master,
To keep us both safe tonight,
And far from mischievous chiefs and intruders,
Pour upon us your Holy Spirit,
That we may both have a good night sleep.
As we both lay down on the cozy bed,
Give us a wonderful dream,
Dream........dream.......dream.. and dream,
Of that biggest bone which in my life I haven't yet seen,
And Lord, please save my loudest voice,
For tomorrow's duty of barking and guarding.
Note: The idea was conceived from a beautiful picture of a boy with his dog praying before going to bed. The picture was taken from the internet. They are so cute! From this poem where I created a short movie in memory of my dog, Saver.
From the valley of mountains to the river banks,
Just hold my hand and walk along.
Witness the rising sun in the appealing dawn,
Let the monsoon wind blow your hair
Let the morning star stare this face -
Like the moon, lovely and fair.
In the evening when we'll sit together -
On the chairs of rocks far away from crowd
But to the horizon it's so closer.
And when you lean your head on my arms,
Like The time of dusk just moving slower,
Under the green red sky and few stars,
Smiling faces, beating hearts but the talks are over
When we'll walk along the rivers -
Besides the rising sun and glittering water
With joyous mind you murmur the songs,
And the swans flying in, leaving all fear.
Cream white gown embellished with pearls
And The reddish scarf which you wear
Just walk along holding the hands
From the valley of mountains to the river banks
My body, my choice,
my mind and my voice,
all were entrusted to me,
by the same righteous God
some now herald and laud
in their white Christianity.
You see my confusion
stems from this delusion
our God has somehow become hateful,
obscuring Gods words
to the growing mad herds,
their own meaning of hearts that are “greatful”.
He said, “Love one another, as I have loved you..”
These sacred words we believe to be true
from our Lord and God who says
He is but one.
No exceptions for Blacks or Muslims or Jews,
not in the Bibles I found in the pews
of the church preaching Jesus Christ as the risen Son.
Imagine a more hypocritical scene
than sitting in church with MT Green,
raising her hands and full of the Spirit true,
only to find herself through the House door
with a mouthful of hatred to spit on the floor,
forked Green tongue hanging out there in shocking view.
These loud extreme people
bring shame to the steeple
where dignity checks
like a coat at the door.
Suffice it to say
these disgusting displays
make the body of Christ suffer needlessly more.
The indignant behavior
in the name of our Savior,
it’s tolerance ever growing,
is a shadow so cast
I fear it may last
far past the days of my knowing.
Shouldn’t this be the time
true believers would find
themselves challenged by what they “believe”?
To rise up and stand
for the truth they demand
and all in God’s time shall receive.
My body, my choice,
my mind and my voice,
all were entrusted to me,
to soon alone stand in judgment by God,
where by His staff or by His rod
shall reveal my lifelong choice of eternity.
~Jeannie Cronin
Those Amazing Cats
Oh, those amazing cats with their smooth coats
They go uppity up up they go downdy, down down.
And they bounce around 'making the loop as they' pounce
here and there sometimes catching a mouse somewhere in the house
getting their exercise running back and forth until they need a long rest
They purr when they are happy getting hugs and comments
As they get stroked, they talk to their people once and awhile
and they never get poked rocking the boat only when they get soaked
shaking the water all over the place
They stand up and smile wanting a hug looking innocently cute
as they ask to be taken home then snooze on a lap all curled up
in a ball and the car pulls out then departs making someone happy
whose feeling blue- they are perfect companions, and they are really
wonderful roommates.
Name-Shaikh Muskaan Zakir
The Dream
The Dream which I saw last night was of you,
You are of the most brightest face among the stars of few.
The brightness when fall on the ocean; of yours,
The large wave began to dance on ocean's shore.
Making the shape of the house, on ocean's surface,
The moon with full brightness walk down having your face.
The light enters the house with the face full of smile,
I welcomed that light and make myself star of that moon for a while.
He saw me with the face full of happiness and joy,
I started staring moon with all the helpless eye.
Suddenly a year fall from my lens and moon gets scared,
He rubbed my tears and swallow it all and shouted at me as all he cared.
He grabbed my hands,hold me tight,kissed my forehead,
Comforted me with the words of blessing to shine with all the sparkling shade.
I sat on his lap and talked him with beautiful smile,
I kept looking at him and became his forever for a while.
Suddenly he gets up and told me of the time to get hide,
I started crying for a face to see which would never again going to slide.
He promised me to take care of myself and not to cry,
Started leaving my hands and I make myself losing in the world of shy.
I was helpless and all my hands raised towards the sky,
He then fade up to world up so high.
Suddenly all the clouds appears and shower the water in form of rain,
Having a blessing from a heart to other again.
As the rain stops the sky get cleared,
And the sun with full smile with warmth in hands appeared.
Yet the face of that moon was as similar as him,
He was mine forever last night in my dreams.
-Jannah
Flower power is a vibe from a hippy time
And maybe there was even a hippy rhyme.
But what if I?
Flower power might be what the botanist grows with pride,
The many colors in his garden he will never ever hide!
Just want a rose?
To the baker in the kitchen flour power might be a play on words
Because he wanted to make his cookie cutter song birds!
Yummy to me!
Flower power might be the cure for depression blues
Because their message to you is honest, fresh and true.
Nature and fresh air.
Flower power might be different meaning to all,
Because to each the meaning has a vibrant call.
Peace, prosperity and health.
08-14-2020
Tail Rhyme Stanza Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
SUPER HERO
Owned non parallel competence
with intensive intelligence
attained success in excellence.
My Idol : Super Hero.
An illustrious Scientist:
Physicist Chemist Botanist:
Zoologist Geologist:
Marvelous scenario.
Tornado-Storm predictor.
Designed first helicopter.
First Robot Planner and Maker.
Genius lively fellow.
Hero of Renaissance
Charismatic on elegance.
All rounder in performance.
Dazzling blazing with halo.
Great Grand Artist astounding .
Famous Architect amazing.
Wonderful on skillful sketching.
Da Vinci Leonardo.
04/17/17
Re edited on 09/21/22
Superhero or Supervillain
Contest by Robert James Liguori
There was a time when my dear aunt,feeling all alone,
Turned to the mail to fine a friend and so the seeds were sown,
Which brought about occurrences which shocked us and surprised;
For who'd a-thought he'd come to stay or that he had devised,
A way to become one of us,part of our family clan;
He thought we would support him if he took Auntie's hand.
He was a drunkard to be sure,a ne'r do well for certain.
Unwashed, unshaved and smellin' bad he came a-courtin', flirtin'.
She rebuffed him straight away told him, "I ain't your gal."
"All I wanted was a friend, you were just a pen pal."
So he began a small campaign to lobby for affection,
From any female in our clan, much to our objection.
My uncles came into the fray, told him that he must leave.
That they would help him pack his bag and took him by the sleeve.
They drove him to the bus depot and even bought his ticket;
But he returned next morning, he'd cashed it in at wicket.
My uncles swore their swift revenge, for him they'd find a cure.
"If you won't leave our girls alone we'll kill you for sure."
My auntie called the State Police and told them the whole story.
They came straight way and picked him up and told her not to worry.
They put him on the next bus out and said, "Do not come back,
For if you do next time we come you'll leave here in a sack."
Those boys don't care a lot for you so heed this warning well.
The swamp lands are no place for you,get out of town, pell mell."
We never heard from him again and Auntie learned her lesson.
She only wrote to those she knew,her pen pal was no blessin'.