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Premium Member Boston Strong 2014 - One Year Later

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


The New Vision

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 Heathland Provides

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.

The Seat of Justice

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?
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Anarchy In the Uk

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
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Systemic Strain, Not Personal Fault Part 3

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
Form: Bio

Premium Member Broken: Did Alters

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.
Form: Quatrain

TRIGGERED

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Madness Has Triggered the Pen

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

Premium Member No ciro not amused

You're funny why you always have been impatient when it came to the simply pleasures of life fighting over phone time finally sending me all those cards birthday valentine days Christmas Easter or just thinking of you the cat putting his paws in the fish tanks finally your release leaving Liza and my ex at home while we drove fast down palm beach blvd with the top down you really thought that was paradise broken pink flamingos dolphins on the walls I'm really sorry about your big Mexican broad stabbing five persons your trying to get her time cut my god ciro I can't  even be apart of that therefore leave me out of this I cared for ma you know come on man  Mandy jay Townsend Johnson Henry both my abusive ex night crawlers literally fleas stuck on his back hoping I fund flea soap I won't I'm not I am blessed to be free of florida medicaid God has my back I no longer fear her criminal group hospital system breach hacking into thousands of ill persons lives getting their benefits removed hell Medicaid was the reason corruption was able to hack into my life resulting in a class action law suit files against florida medicaid for removing millions of disabled persons illegally my disability has nothing to do with medicaid thank god for morgan and morgan law firm sorry not sorry I hope you got your heart medication cancer treatment God bless you I cannot focus on those arson murders of nine it  causes stress anxiety that has triggered severe asthma attacks interrupting my breathing im now trying to get my breathing stablized with oxygen nebulizer I  am sure you could care less this is stressful being threatened everyday realized you maxed that traumatic brain injury structured settlement clearly by now you understand i can't support your enterprise corruption organized crime many blessings I am American
Form: Quintilla

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