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Seasons change
New life blossoms
New Beggings
Sure to come
However Stains of the past carry on
The grip of racism
Yet to let go
Historical tragedies
Come and gone
But one remains timeless and strong
Discrimination of a certain colour
Hate towards black people
Yes seasons change
New mindsets born
A system so flawed
Has yet to be updated
Houses destroyed to be rebuilt
Roads stained by blood
Replaced with new pavements
Streets cleaned with bleach that lingers
Now stays the remnants of erasure
Black history buried under a new dawn
Now flowers grow over dead ones
Symbolises eradication
Of black lives victim to oppression
Change is good
Change is different
But most of all beneficial
To the survival of an ever progressing world
But the past a damp that causes mold
One that stays in the shadows of trauma
One that can cause the world's downfall
Especially if the world survival
Depends on black labour
Knowing it could crumble with the weight of us gone
When the existence of life
And a hope for a better future
Depends on the existence of black people
Why are we subject to racial torture
One must think are they the problem
Or is it the pride and ego
Living within the oppressors
"Playing the other day, I behold this man
Sky was cloudy and grey, he could use a fan
Held a locket. I think he wanted to sell
To fill his wallet and pocket to excel
Listened to a small voice, this looks like a crime
I made a choice, found a coin and flip a dime
Putting faith and trust it landed on its head
These peeps will do good, nothing happened." I said
“Gee, what transpired next?” said Rupee
“See, was during a spelling bee
Teacher, Miss Miller called on me
Asked me speller the word reptile
Being a little juvenile
Said with the happiest smile
I gave the words in a fast spree
Saying, ‘assume’
She frowned, and my A is a D
And that is my hyperbole”
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Computer dear
Everyday when I switch on my computer,
I say to myself,
Gets up from sleep at my one touch,
Recharged, he appears with a huge smile,
Is he in love with me ?
Taking all my commands throughout the day,
And still giving his best,
Eye to eye without a flicker,
Working with me in unison,
I have the keys to his heart,
As he unlocks my brain,
Takes me to google,
And we travel around the world,
Keeps me updated what come may,
One button click and its a child's play,
Anything that becomes obsolete,
He helps me by selection of delete,
Each data that will sincerely behave,
I am able to place it under save,
He is my work passion, a must obsession,
Modern life, technology will surely steer,
There's no life without you computer dear !
Written April 8th, 2015
For contest "Computer poem" by Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place
Written by Gail DeBole
On October 12, 2023
Updated on October 13, 2023
These words that pour out from thoughts.
Randomly without making patterns, at first.
OK. Sometimes making random patterns.
Spurting out and mixing like
Ingredients for a batter.
Swirls like nothing else.
Until cohesive in my mind.
Maybe not in yours.
Meaning in my world.
Sometimes in yours.
Meaning that sometimes escapes me
Until a future epiphany crystallizes.
Orange grapes floating in a sea of waves.
Meaning and importance that can be suspect.
See what I mean?
They all end up on this screen.
A providence revelation or just a physical sensation?
Conducting, orchestrating the heart set blazing for her
Kindling the light, the holy angel’s paragon allure
My charisma, to my discomfort fell to an argumentation
As Atlas upholds the skies and the sands amass, spur pass the seasons
Befallen the pulchritude figure of eight moons ago
Musically adore mirrored by the fire’s afterglow
Yet, anon in my shadow moments endure, for my timorous reasons
July 17, 2018 Updated 5/14/2019
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Contest Lucky 8
1.) Revelation
2.) Pulchritude
3.) Adore
4.) Discomfort
5.) Paragon
6.) Charisma
7.) Blazing
8.) Eight
Form:
Original Poem
Without the comfort of your hand to hold
Aimlessly, I wander about in the dark
No hint of warning had been foretold
I am a dying ember without a spark
Forbearance and faith is what I need
and a love so true that I might heal
My painful wound continues to bleed
Emotional heartache, I cannot conceal
Updated Version
I 've lost the comfort of your hand to hold
No warning bell in the church steeple tolled
Aimlessly I wander, meandering in the dark
smoldering, a dying ember without a spark
Forbearance and hope shall be my creed
and the faith found in a tiny mustard seed
For these things I pray that my heart may heal
I am weary of grief I can no longer conceal
October 4, 2021
Something Old Something New Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Written by Gail DeBole on April 4, 2012
Updated on March 15, 2020
Gail's note: Inspired by one of my BFF's, Christy
Twisty Christy can wordsmith a rhyme
Combining meters and thoughts so sublime.
She helps open mental doors.
You find yourself asking for more.
Each poem feels like exquisite wine.
Twisty Christy wears her heart on her sleeve.
Talk to her and it’s easy to see
That she’s one of a kind
Who sees the good in world-kind
And who is eager to help you believe.
With her wit and a wink, she’ll have fun
And your mind will be on the run
Twisting and turning,
Expanding, sensing, and learning
Until the discussion is done.
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
With every step you`ve taught me, this is my elaboration...
The motherly love, unique to all individuals
however, some not as fortunate as others.
Some born with silver spoons, to extreme empty rice bowls
love that portrays from your own, i do have a jewel.
A family of six, working the majority of her life,2 jobs
She being in her 74th year, active driving her car.
The thoughtfulness, caring for others, her nature that is
her everyday commodity, asking nothing in return.
Her humour, personality eclipses her wide knowledge wisdom, understanding.
Her home cooking, like when were kids delicious as
her Sunday roast, still serving them today
i can`t tell you the extent of gratitude, but you know i love you.
Now 14 years since this was penned, much change has evolved,
your age health taken you down a path of decline.
My pathway of Jesus the new Messiah, making a new identity
and spiritually intertwining, i filter out the dross, bringing you into MINE.
I spoke and told you before, " AS IT WAS WITH MARY , SO SHALL IT BE WITH YOU." You don`t understand. Mary gave birth to Jesus, also did YOU.
To be born into sin, this time around, to be born again, and go through
sheer Hell and filter out the evil for my Fathers purpose to...
Be took to Heaven and transformed into a new man new purposes new desires
to untangle and put straight the confusion and straighten cross wires.
For spiritual awakening enhancements authority to make changes in you
to kick out the devil and for you to SEE what is TRUE.
To restore to erase and replace, the hurts the pains the shame lies and guilt
for heaven and the results of the cross inside me is built.
As i spiritually destroy the works of Satan, the pains are so immense.
I know that you`re suffering as equal, to go through evil no man has suffered, so you are suffering too, to reach the other side of the fence.
Its all for LOVE, your rewards are heaped in heaven without measure
the pains today are being transferred to Heavenly treasure.
AS IT WAS WITH MARY SO SHALL IT BE WITH YOU , ROYALTY.
With much love from your son Jesus Paul xx
Written 2011 updated 2025
Paul Beadnall for:
Sponsor ~ ~
Contest Name Any Mother Poem*(Originally Give a Kiss Mommy)
My brother died so suddenly, unexpectedly
at sixty six, a young age in today’s standard.
He contracted the Corona virus that took his life.
Unable to breathe, he was taken to emergency
on Christmas Eve and was admitted to stay.
With all the available care administered,
he still struggled with his breathing and
was transferred to Intensive Care Unit,
intubated and was put on the ventilator.
With his weak body, he struggled more
and lost his dear life in mid-January.
Now, I knew and learned through his family,
how much stress he was dealing with,
how he painfully and continuously struggled
with all the family issues, concerns, hardships.
How he was singularly tackling all these
adversities, problems, difficulties, aside from
his health conditions of asthma, diabetes,
high blood pressure and so on and on.
The financial, mental, emotional tolls
and medical conditions he went through
affected him more physically, manifesting
in tremendous muscle aches and pains,
making him struggle more almost every day.
Just thinking even in near death
or up to the end of his life, he struggled.
Now, he rests in peace, no more life struggles.
His life struggles taken from him, for him to rest.
3/8/21 Life's Struggles Any Form - Updated Poetry
Constance La France
PS Grammar: Checked
While attending a social do
You meet and greet others
It’s more a social norm
Than any ‘real’ connect
As you attend to calls
Or get yourself updated with ‘Updates’
Or simply fiddle with your phone
And mind you
You are not alone
Almost everyone is doing the same
Some listless bites of conversation
While chomping on the fare
And it’s time to take leave
But ironically
The same social do
Which you had so perfunctorily attended
Finds the pride of place
On social sites
And horror of horrors
You too find yourself
Engaged in mindless chatter
With the very same crowd
You didn’t much involve yourself with
Just a couple of hours before
In that crowded venue
The story is the same
Whether you are with friends, family or neighbours
The present moments are sacrificed
With ‘smart’ phones smartly severing you
From your surroundings
Ironically when face to face
No one has much to say
But there’s frenzied socialization
Every day
In the ‘virtual’ world
Leading to tch, tch
A 24/7 disconnect in the ‘real’ world.