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I lie here on my bed, a survivor of world chaos
and a very disgruntled citizen of the New World Order.
All those older than I am now
were initially exterminated without initial notification.
Many folks these days are not so lucky as I.
Those with bad health issues are forced to die even sooner.
Having lived my allotted 77 to 78 years,
I am now surrounded by my dear sisters,
two children, and three grandchildren -
one whose unborn child I won’t see in this life.
I’d always loved how Mark Twain said (true to his words)
that he came in with Halley’s Comet
and expected to go out with it.
I have chosen my own birthday(as we all may do)
as the time of my state-ordered euthanasia.
Why delay the inevitable by eleven months more?
My drug was administered 20 minutes ago
at the same time of 9:15 a.m
as when I came into this world 77 years ago.
I can expect maybe 10 minutes longer to survive.
My goodbyes have been said. I see eyes filled with tears.
I’ve ask my loved ones to celebrate their memories of me.
My heart swells with sadness for what they’ll be facing
in a world where human life holds so little value any more.
I hardly feel my body! As my daughter hugs my neck -
Oh, my, I see a light, and inside it there appears
my miniature Eskimo dog Ollyver -
a pet whose love for me was so unconditionally pure.
With utter delight, I find my spirit moving toward him
as he wags his tail in gleeful anticipation.
Amiss a world of violence with hate and greed strong
I withdraw within my earthen mound refusing to belong
Evil's ugly face embedded into men's souls
the wickedness they gleefully in pale they hungrily show
Mutilate children and wars for profits greed
those who speak against it are blamed for the deeds
A new world order for the richest one percent
paid by starving masses they taunt and forget
The earth bleeding with technology as a god
love evaporating in the sunlight with the fog
Mass media reports nothing but only spreads hate
only one view announce never allow debate
Stop the growth of food let them eat themselves
do not use real energy go green for it is pelf
No justice or morals or laws of any kind
mocking the victims celebrating the crime
Harvest the organs of the unborn and very poor
the rich class lives forever they must endure
A new world religion feels very very old
Lucifer rules the world his bloody crown of gold
Enough I shelter into the earth's womb
underground peace I found buried in my tomb.
I'm looking for ways
to withdraw from capitalism.
Perhaps you can help me.
Perhaps this is something you want to do too.
I've begun by starting a garden
and riding my bike more. It's not much, I know,
but imagine
the effect of millions doing the same.
I've stopped eating animal products. If millions joined me
industrial agriculture would fade into nothing
and we'd live in a healthier world.
I've put my money in a credit union that invests locally.
Perhaps you and I could start a cooperative business
and share all the profits with those who work with us.
The slave and the slave-holder
are caught in the same cage. Neither has freedom.
The only way to live fully is to withdraw from the circle of pain.
I'm looking for ways
to withdraw from the madness of thinking I can “own” anything.
I'm learning to think of myself as a steward
protecting the rights of unborn generations.
Perhaps you will join me.
Perhaps with our small actions
we'll reinvent our human society.
"I am so woke"
A loyal member of the cult
i've brought my brain to a halt
Brainwash. Indoctrination
utter zombification
I remember when i was a person
before i put my mind in prison
I will demolish the patriarchy!
and then replace it with my lunacy
You see, deep down all men are evil
except of george soros who is civil
Where would i be without his green?..
i would be trash inside a bin
When i say "men", i mean those who are straight
'cause if you're gay, that's a VERY good trait
Now, if you're trans, you're like a queen
and i will treat you like my twin
Thank you hollywood, CNN, MSNBC!..
It's just a coincidence, NOT a conspiracy...
What did you just say?? That's ANTISEMITIIIC!!
you must be ku klux klan or nazi critic
Freaking republican! Conservative!
don't say such words. They are derogative!
Be more politically correct
or shut the hell up, more direct
There's no escape for you! You're going to capitulate!
you will become an "one-of-us", before it is too late
"DIVERSITY"! "INCLUSIVITY"! "OPEN-MINDNESS"! "UNDERSTANDING"! :)
some of the buzzwords i repeat, like a zombie parrot chanting
I am a rad hyper-feminist. Although we roughly have equality
my true objective is not that. It's more like, male fatality
Each ""woman"" should have the right to murder her unborn baby
i see nothing wrong in this. Why not... It's... homicide maybe?
Ha ha!.. I'm SO self-righteous and progressive
i look at mirrors and i say "you're impressive!"
I must say that i get offended by anything
bigotry, racism in everyone and everything
Ho! Monsieur trudeau! Psychokiller, qu'est ce que c'est?
is someone with you? John transvolta? Beyonce?
The boss from hungary is calling you a goy?
i am just curious, you bilingual prettyboy
Pardon me, comrade?.. What??.. You disagree with me, you said??
CANCEL HIM!! CANCEL HIS ASS!! Tonight, sleep on your deathbed!..
And you?? What's up?.. Why are you staring at me, n##ger?
cancel him too! CRUCIFY!! His heresy is even bigger...
Sooo... dear comrades, that would be all
because it's time for my Haldol.
A love so pure and unconditional
Is the love of my sister
Marvelous by name, to be precise
11TH JUNE in the early 90's
On this day many years ago
An Angel emerge on a mission to
Liberate all here on earth
Doing the things beyond humans imaginations
Silver, gold, money and luxuries none I am
In possession of to gift you with right now
But a poem, from your poetry brother without
Being bothered by another, other's opinion
Happy birthday to the most precious
For you're priceless in all your deeds, very unique
Not to be compared with, to any but still MEEK
So lovely, tender and kind all the time
Sweeter than the sweetest, my honeypie
Words can't comprehend your attributes
Most beautiful, my elegant sister
Waking up this morning with my mind flooded
With Memories we shared while growing up
My heart singing the song, amazing grace
For there's none like you or to be compared
with or to you, my rare gem, the most beautiful
I just wish for a wife like you, so independent
Mother to my unborn kids, unconditional loving
Always sacrificing and nurturing without seizing
From season to season unfailingly with pure intentions
Always redeeming you're a life giver, a breath of fresh air
I have never seen a wife or a mother like you
Resilience and enduring in all thy dealings
Patient, strong moral compass, so Alluring
A sister like no other and forever together
We would never render or tender linkage for
Another in order to put us asunder
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY ANGEL SISTER
Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies
The ancient purport.
Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood,
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.
Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued, each perfect gem
Fades to stalk-umbilicus,
Foretells the unborn orchard;
Yet when amassed,
Bitter-sweet.
A fruitful sumptuousness gives life
The noble pomme grenate.
In the brown leaves lie my valentine memory
In the sands of the dried up river my nudity
In the scent of jasmine garden your naked gravity
Who says the river flows for ever, never
What goes on until the blood flows in the vein
Sometimes slow sometimes like the torrential rain
The images die and the images are born
In the garden you love
In the stench you scorn
Umpteen unborn too
Our lonely times are the shadows
They meet the light and give rise to the photos after photos
It is another river of both grief and glamour
The river of thought sought or unsought
Untying the knots the time forced into my spine
The memories of our valentine
Like the grapevine light and shade
Resplendent in silken sunshine
The equine entwine, thine and mine, the joyous resign
To the deep designs of the sparks and fire paradigm
Our love responded to the crimson call
Then at the summit arrived the fall
It was lightening fast
The cardiac agitation
Sweat in profusion
You breathed your last
I cannot keep away from the celebration
Every year
Wrapping the gems and jewels
In the twilight envelope
With my valentine
I can feel the face and the kiss
In the bliss of gray sky in the blue sunshine
Across the avenue
Two poems are kissing each other
Their dimples shine
You were very kind
The wet air
So true
A tissue
The sky turns blue
The scented heartbeat
In the shirts
Deep down the heart
February 14, 2018
For Valentines Day - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
The blood runs down the street, for all to see the death of the unborn.
Some men take their unborn to death, and refuse to act like a person with morals.
Some women have been taught, they are to young and should wait for a better time.
The blood runs down the street, for all the children that were lost in abortion.
The blood of America continues to go, down the drain, for many choose it is not the right time.
Abortion may be like a sacrifice, that we learned from studying history.
Abortion has caused many to be on a different path, causing them to live a life that was not natural.
Abortion is not allowed in some places, they value all their people and welcome all.
Abortion is death, not by choice but by force, love should always be the choice.
Abortion has a history, and some benefit by the death of Americans.
Abortion makes suffering of loss of love from loved ones, making families die from lack of children.
Abortion has no positive side, it is a sad thing for anyone to have to go through or hold in their memory for life.
Americans should get all they need to be able to choose life and be given the right to life and to enjoy all of life naturally.
Choose life and do what is right, make yourself feel right, and remember you only take your actions in life with you in the end of life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
They didn’t even have railroads
back in the year eighteen hundred,
not every man would get to vote,
only those with property did!
And some of those folks did own slaves,
wasn’t that a great disgrace?
They couldn’t even keep Indians
from raiding all over the place!
They had no motors or factories,
and still wore tri-corner hats,
thank God in nineteen hundred
we no longer live like that!
…
Those souls back in nineteen hundred
were just so backwards, don’t you know?
They wouldn’t let a woman work,
or even have her say and vote!
And all those prejudicial laws…
they did not even understand
that skin plays no real part in
the making of a good man.
They did not have cars to drive,
that era just sounds like crap,
thank God now in two thousand
we no longer put up with that!
…
Those people back in two thousand
sure acted like a bunch of loons,
not the least because they killed
their unborn babies in the womb!
And what was with their thinking
that all cultures were just the same
even after mad Islamists
crashed into their buildings with planes?
And thinking that government could
give a person what they lacked?
Thank God in twenty-one hundred
we’ve grown beyond all that...
A romantic interlude
At sunset, when the evening has a bluish taint
I think to myself I should have written more
how wonderful life can be.
She smells so good after her nightly bath
combs her hair looks, at her naked body
I think
to myself, I should have loved her more.
Life is like a short film. I remember the first time
I saw her, the café was full she beckoned to me to sit by her table.
I asked if she was Irish, this made her laugh
Can´t you see I´m not white?
This rose in a winter landscape.
We danced, loved, and traveled, time wasted away
and her burden was we´re childless
a baby in her arm
was her dream, at the time, it was of little interest.
The unborn came between us.
I made no objection and sat her free.
She is married now, with three healthy children.
I still travel the world, my companion is the memory of her.