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Failure is refusing to willfully engage, encounter, or face that which we perceive will do us harm.
Effective threats can render timidity, rendering void the realization of our own ability and power.
Activities or conditions otherwise pleasant, may turn violent and increase our heart rates.
Resolutions of compromise often are influenced by the appeasements from the uncivilized.
Never allow fear to control us; but realize that love evicts fear, rendering it null and void.
Opsticles are not road blocks or walls, but tools of training, making me a stronger person.
Terrorists are cowards, intimidators, and afraid of the light wherein lies the real fight
08282017 PS Contest, Fear, Debbie Guzzi
(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.)
The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares,
and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace.
No need for ID, for they’ve been watching me,
my face, yet unetched by time and life's own artistry,
is a passport for their uncivilized and predatory attention.
The corvid and I are kindred in many ways.
We've all scavenged for fortune's scraps,
shared the sting of bitter winter snaps,
and feasted on the meager leavings of the day.
In this dark pact, of watcher and watched,
a silent truth is proclaimed, that all that’s done
beneath the sun, is seen by dark, intuitive,
discerning, if not caring or humanly wise eyes.
The carrion crows know me,
and those feathered sentinels of air, mark
my coming with raucous, heralding cries.
They gather, black against the sun-kissed sky,
in councils held upon the wind's swift motions,
like children, they argue - observing still - as they play.
They causa no fear, but someday I’ll disappear,
unraveled, bit by bit, not by malice from on high,
but by beaks and claws, to caws they mantric-like cry.
Perhaps death really does have an ebonite beauty
and, like angels, his servants have wings, and pick us apart
when our time is through - and those sharp bills come due.
Verse 4
The night of betrayal was dark and a scar upon the heart of the dragon. The girl that wanted to be like her sister had finally betrayed him a third time. The first betrayal happened during his freshman year when she went out with his friend in front of his face. The second betrayal is when she would not remember important information that was keen to his heart. The information was about his kin not being around. The final betrayal occurred the night he took her to the prom.
Verse 5
She would not hold the hand during picture taking. She would act as if the picture was a shock to her. At dinner she ordered with no class. She paid no attention and at like a dog at the dinner table. The dragon was not pleased but gave her the doubt as being uncivilized (she was only used to eating Little Caesars Pizza, and had never ate in a classy Italian restaurant). At the prom she met a guy that she fell in love with at the expense of the dragon. During this round of pictures she did not want to pose with the dragon (she thought the dragon would drop her if she sat on his leg for the picture). Throughout the night the dragon tried to find her and only found her with this guy and two of her friends. Each time he wanted to dance with her or got close she would have him go sit with his friend or she was too tired too be with him. if the other guy (the satanic guy) asked her to dance she was ready. Oh how naïve was the dragon not to realize that she was a jezebel.
Verse 6
Seeing new people in a different setting has made the dragon see that light is found in different corners. The newest light was met in three different women. They are strong and doing their best to get out of the shadow of death. if the dragon can help them then he will not stop until they are with him watching a concert in Vienna.
It takes two to tango,
as they say.
It also takes two
to road rage.
It sure is fun watching
two insane,
out-of-control knuckleheads
zigzag aggressively
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car horns,
screaming
vile obscenities back and forth!
Classy guys exchanging "bird flips"
as they chase each other down;
both angry enough
to run each other off the road,
if they ever end up
side by side!
Can you imagine
being caught up in that craziness?
Two banshees on steroids;
funny considering
one can't understand the other.
That's exactly how to communicate!
In the midst
of all the chaotic madness,
me and you; two safe drivers
sharing the road with two idiots
without a care in the world
about the safety of others;
completely oblivious
they're also playing Russian Roulette
with their own lives.
Neither of the two
possessing the presence of mind
to simply disengage
and turn down the heat
before it spells disaster!
Do not tailgate
these uncivilized loons.
Pullover to the shoulder,
or better yet,
take the next exit to safety.
Date written: 05/03/2020
PROUD OF INCIVILITY
They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
So they came to clothe me and ''disrobe'' my naked shame
But I wish I remained the same
For they wiped away my honor and fame.
They claimed I was wild in the forest
So they came to tame
But they introduced me to the 'three fingers bow to two''
When I knew no pistil
They compared me to the race of my people
When I was in my golden age.
I swear to the sun, I knew no evil
Yet they pushed me to the devil's cage
They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
In an attempt to clothe me,
they raped and defiled me.
Even today, I still ooze
They give me a conditional tissue to wipe off the blood
But tell them they do me no good.
They claimed I was wild in the jungle
So introduced me to the words in the 66 chapters,
To tame me I guess,
But they indeed muddied the waters.
For I could not tell between a saint and an atheist,
the minister of Lucifer and the priest .
They taught me with time and age.
They indeed robbed me of my golden age.
Before 15th Century they discovered me
Their humanitarian reason, I still find an irony
Inflicted pain and left wounds in minds of my progeny
Defaced my black beauty.
Today, they give me a conditional pomade to bleach
Tell them they do me no good.
If today, I have been partially freed,
Henry William Sylvester started with that bold seed.
However, today, the battle tree and illusion seem inseparable
For its expected fruits are buried in the minds of successors of the branches and roots
For they(the successors) think the visitors did and do me good
But they did and do me no good.
It's obvious I am black.
On this piece of earth don’t say “peace”
Some folks around might get confused
Their customs seem rather peculiar, please
Watch out for the language they use
Lives are owned by the state, which is merely God
Don’t show off in their churchyard how critical
You might be about this philosophical thought
Otherwise they’ll make you a criminal
They are criminals too, but the difference is
They maintain their lies as the truth
They’re descendants of the coup’d etat so this
Could be viewed as a kind of excuse
But the main problem lies in the ethic
Their derivative culture’s obscene
It can’t set the consensus, being too pathetic
Can’t absorb what the “empathy” means
There’s less drama in death of the uncivilized
The barbarians reap what they sow
But aren’t we a little like them? - not surprised
If we are, to a point, when alone.
We have all heard about diverse roads
and rivers,
currents and currencies,
investments and co-investments less traveled,
worn,
tried.
The law and order rules of the road
and downstream river most rowed
are politically and economically empowered
of, by, and for punishing disorder,
dissonance,
uncivilized behaviors,
sociopathic paranoia and madness.
Yet the Golden Rules of upstream ecological sacred grace
speak of divine gift economies
and power of mutual cooperativity
along a Golden Ratio Equivalency PolyPath
of mutual cooperativity.
On this road less notnot traveled
we notice investments and disinvestments that can no longer fit
within individual ego-sized positive containers,
intended to be used only one time,
and then quietly disposed of
under our own independent authority
and responsibilities for restoring our accountable co-presence
back toward this upstream river's timeless Source:
grace, and racism and religious-monoculturing supremacy,
anthrocentric health assurance, and prejudicial sexisms,
salvation of the World, and condemning judgment of Earth,
reward, and punishment,
pride, and yet also prejudice,
restoration, and retribution
love, and hate-marketing,
peace, but also war-mongering,
gratitude, but also bad attitude.
So I try to notice which way I am heading,
and remember no one chooses a unidirectional,
monocultural path
not first and frequently made by others,
whether Business As Usual,
or that Other Sacred UpStream One,
for those born as gifts
to carry our gifts forward
along this narrow double-binding polypath.
"If I kill a wicked person, a liar or Satan
Will I have ever peace or world be peaceful forever?"
-QOUTE BY MAHTAB BANGALEE
I'm well configured animal of nature
I'm THE most intelligent in the animal planet
I'm the best species of homo-sapience
I have to survive as my wish that's why
I need to consume all whatever I want
I’m the omnivorous animal that’s why-
I kill another animal from fauna,
I kill the flora and use other elements of nature capriciously!
I’m civilized, literate; I’ve common sense, conscience
That’s why I want to kill uncivilized, illiterate, and unscrupulous
I dislike lie, envy, ego and all the devilish sense
That’s why want to I kill liar, hater, egotist and Satan
It’s impossible, utterly impossible to kill the devilish sense
That’s why I seek the Devil to kill
I want to kill lie but I can’t; so I kill a liar
I want to kill devilish sense but I can’t; so I kill a wicked person
I can’t kill infectious disease that’s why I kill infectious patient
Out of sights I can’t everything that’s why I can’t control myself
For my overpowering sense sometimes I attempt to kill the self
But in homosapien’s blood and honors
The uncontrollable sense is a permanent contagious virus!
Now, it’s a big question that
If I kill a wicked person, a liar or Satan
Will I have ever peace or world be peaceful forever?
-NOVEMBER 02, 2022
Quote this Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
I am different
I am unique
I am special
I am the first man on the earth
History tried to re-write me out of the scripts
Year after year archaeologist
Discovers my bones
My treasures
My artifacts
I am not a slave
I was made in God's image
I am a King
My people once ruled the earth
Who am I
I am different
I am just a man
Like any other man
My ancestors were enslaved
Raped, abused, cursed
Ridicule, spat on, accused
Denied, robed and beaten
Who am I
I am the first
I am not an ape
Nor am I uncivilized
I am not ignorant
As many will make you believe
My heart is not cold
I am not a migrant
Nor am I a fool
When I walk
I am stared at
I am not scary
I am just a man with color
I am tall, lean, well built, intelligent
Invented, well spoken and not ashamed
I am indeed indifferent
My eyes are brown
My hair is wavy
My voice echoes
Through the caves
I was born to be a leader
My ancestors built a nation
We are an intelligent, peaceful race
I am the first
Yet mankind choose to enslave me
They brought me at a price
To work their farms
To build their empires
To fight against my own
They brain wash me
Now I fight alone
Who am I
I am the first
Created in Gods image
I am important
I am no longer
Going to stand on my own.
“We will change the earth, and make it clean!
All evil leaders shall not succeed.
Illness, death shall never be seen!”
Doth does man drool in his ignominious dreams.
Thinking...they are gods, as if He is dead?
Fools run the earth with evil intent.
Lies and fat egos, dance in their heads.
Propaganda does small minds bend.
Always busy online and on Social Media,
Lies grow huger, with truth gasping for breath!
Mankind thinks, they are walking encyclopedias?
Bringing society to its own uncivilized death.
Yes! But how do these fools and knaves know it all?
Google, the new Bible and eternal fountain of truth!
Mankind brought on their own early, downfall.
King Soros, now rules this planet all, forsooth.
4-10-2022