Long Triggered Poems
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Boston Strong 2014
One Year Later
There is a strength in compassion,
a courage in the compassionate,
not a faint desire to be of service
but a triggered response.
There is a power in sadness,
not in the tears or deflation
but in the determination to
persevere, to rise again.
There is a force in unity,
the inexplicable rumbling
of hearts, beating in response
to the hearts of others.
There is a passion in oneness,
in focus, in belief, determination,
a love shared, nurtured, shielded,
cherished, and necessary.
John G. Lawless
4/16/2014
submitted to - Best of 2014 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Carol Eastman
Hurray! Presage of all round triumph
And victorious celebration unto the city
Of a united vanquisher and cooperate partisans.
For they won by strength , strength of all,
Neglecting the identification of various semblance and cannibalizing the spirited camaraderie.
By their united strength , forever they shall won.
Lend me your ears : olu – chukwu- allah generation
Which nations want progress and stability.
Hoping for an economic buoyancy .
A lone exit: of a trammelled growth , a shadow view.
A glorious hope triggered by peace – only in Christ Jesus
The burning flame of secular hope : a flashing star in the night that shields the vantage.
What can you see from the beauty of nature “ Jerusalem artichoke” is without beauty in the absence of its root
Flavour of salts is in the soup. So the glorious hope of a nation lies in the in the faith of the godly
Neither in the military nor economic strength
To the pace given to our fore fathers in the dream.
The heady scent
Changing through the seasons.
As spring is no longer embryonic
It’s adolescence showing through.
Swathes of yellow
Popping buds and seed pods as the sun hits,
An audible accompaniment
To the visual spectacle.
Each year I walk
Through the forest fringes
Heathland meets dense wood
And each time when the scent hits
Initially for that year
My mind is transported.
To lazy hot summer days,
Beaches far away.
Sun glistening on caramel skin
All triggered by the scent.
The gorse fills the air with coconut,
The telltale sun cream aroma,
A reminder of days gone by,
Summer to come
Sweet blossoms heavy with nectar
Ambrosia to nourish the beasts
Dwelling in the margins of the forest.
And as the Beltane passes,
Air filled with smoke from
A nonet of timbers
Taking us into the summers dawning,
The fresh yellow darkens,
The scent matures
No longer coconut richness
And once again the spring has retreated
Time advancing on toward the hazy days.
It's hard, stationary,
transfixed in place
weather-worn,
badgered by reactive innuendo
a sculpted image of someone's admiration
some hardened forgotten
deluded memory
recorded in a complicated untruthful history
focused on one failure or one accomplishment
with purpose, intent
long-forgotten unforgivable
now unfavorable,
a remnant of time passed
graffiti stained and bludgeoned change
for what we reactively assume
it once or still represents
distasteful to some
a triggered interpretation
honored by the presence of others
seeing it differently today,
the monuments of our unworthy ancestors
the indignation of our self-righteous predecessors
and the enlightened indulgent imagery
of who we are becoming today
in the future
hope is yet be written
how will our children,
and our children's children
see us?
Take a seat,
reflect,
plan,
imagine seeing who you are
see where you're going
acknowledge where you have been
and how you got here
where
will you be
today
and tomorrow?
This once nation of peace and calm, lies in chaos and anarchy
It's Government in broken promises, imploding indefinitely
Students are the first to react, their future in tattered torn
Through barricades they implore, their resilience will never be worn
To go back on why you've been voted in, is sacrilege to them
Being blatant has been their response, from alleged honourable men
Days of protests abound, whilst the multitudes in gather grow
Anarchy is their cry, it's for you, whom we'll overthrow
A week has duly passed, as the masses rise in cities rife
They target Government offices, now lying empty in soulless strife
Stubbornness kicks in, by these trusted voted in
In blind they see no reason, to allow their lies to thin
We are now into the second week, enforcement officers cannot contain
Around their table the dishonourable crew, call in our fighting men
Through the barricades, dialogues from our forces gain
Brothers shout to brothers, through the same windows, mirrored are pains
For they have similar irks, to be combatant without their needs
Being posted to lands we don't belong, filling their Governments greed's
Barriers now in fall, amidst the students their brothers unite
No weapons are called upon, a non triggered anarchy strikes
Many cities are now affected, in education down
The anarchy cry kicks in, whilst the Government in place sits drowned
On the steps of No 10, it's aged door now lies ajar
I no longer speak for the people he says, our lies have gone too far
Voted in, now voted out, candidates step forward, in truthful elected cry
For whom now elected, be prepared for the reign, or future political die
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/political.php
Systemic Strain, Not Personal Fault
They say "pull yourself up",
But the set of steps they hand you got rungs
Missin, bolts loose,
And a warning label that indicates:
Good Luck.
You out here dodgin' glitches, cutoff.
Caseworkers who forget your name
Bur remember your target dates.
You fight battles they swear are "Personal
Choices ".
In the process the whole damage system
Been leanin' crooked since before you were
Born.
And still- They point at you like you're
The Crack in the pedestrian way not
The aftershocks they triggered.
But Nah you're the one who learned
How to walk broken streets without
Losin' your pace.
You're the one who maintains truth
Like a blade tucked taintless under the
Tongue. So you spit it raw:
This constriction ain't mine this fault
Ain't mine.
This weight was innovate by hands
That never had to lift it.
I'm not the blemish, I'm the witness.
I'm not the burden-
I'm the blueprint of persistence.
I'm the voice they can't repose
With paperwork and excuses.
I'm the specifically of every person
Whoever got blamed for a system that
Failed them first. And I say it blaring
Loud enough for the block, the courthouse,
The whole damned state to hear
I'm not broken.
I'm piloting what was built shattered.
I'm navigating what was built and that
Truth, That's power
She doesn’t get triggered too much anymore,
She’d put all her worries to bed,
When she figured each nuance of folks she lived with,
After meeting them all up in her head,
There was a small cranky lady, all stubborn and stern,
With tied back, frazzled wispy old hair,
And a small little boy, all innocent and nice,
Who had a favourite little brown teddy bear,
And each personality had their own style of art,
From pop, to cube, to nouveau,
And one liked the speed of the fastest race car,
Whilst another liked going real slow,
But the most amazing thing she saw in her mind,
The thing that made each one unique,
Was when she watched every dream they had every night,
When all of her alts were asleep.
Triggered from your words, makes me want to take action, making me feel unable to self-regulate.
Triggered by your picture, makes me want to kiss you all over, making me forget all logic.
Triggered by that food, makes me want to eat it, even though I am full and have reached my calorie limit.
Triggered can come by many ways, it can be with words, and pictures and smells, just to think of a few.
Triggered can make us do things we would never do, but some are tricky and know how to get to us and make us move.
Triggered can be for money, making us do something ugly, and then later we feel sad because we let someone lead us to wrong.
Triggered into growing into a bad person, or to living a negative life, all can be caused by someone who triggered us into a result.
So be aware, and do not get triggered, move away, and leave the situation.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
People are like lobsters crawling in dirt
with brain cells less advanced than a jellyfish
always digging in the sand without salt they would disappear
They could not breathe the fresh air if it were poisoned by chemicals
fresh water has a better taste unpolluted
Chocolate starfish slimy sea slugs
Silly cones, fake plastic barbies
Toxic people in toxic world
None the wiser
Modern day zombies
Yes men plugged into the machine
Greedy 1 % sharks living off the tuna only scraps to the bottom feeding mouth breathers poor bastards
Fed only bull they kindly ask
"Please sir may I have some more?"
A Liam MacDaibheid and Antonio Acosta
Collaboration
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