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Due to the extreme measures my
identity thieves have taken in order
to extort my American poetry from
mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican
female impersonating me with data breach
and severe identity fraud i adore writing
poetry everyday but i must stop for now
allowing these thieves some twisted sick
respite away from tormenting me being
on this sight allows them to be able to mimic
terrorize me with terrorist threats it's very cruel
but some people would do anything to harm
innocent person god bless all of you here
on poetry soup keep writing I shall my prayers
are with my step son who took his life thanksgiving
the shock of my mental health being exploited for gain
by identity thieves mafia corruption for gain leading to
101 reason taking his own life poetry in the wrong hands
we sigh for the giving and pray for the souls of the silent
beings for their pain shall always shatter thee earth the
infamous core tangible structure of the mind shall be
replaced with insanity for a brief notion gathered for sheer
peace hence release I am completely traumatized my abusive
ex his accomplice the arson murderer Ciro Gargano identity thief
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry my complete stalkers trickled
down ongoing abuse from my bitter arsonist ex husband
sacrificed his son in order to assist these imposters to
extorting my American poetry to allow this imposter
impersonate me for gain literally giving my step son
no other options taking his own life while family gathered
giving thanks a falseness knowing they were planted
outside my door awaiting my disabled spouse and I to go
to VA appointments so they could enter our home searching
for poetry data to summit finally exploiting my mental illness
my husband's 101 airborne releasing suicidal thoughts in a family
My step son set a plan and ended his life due to plagiarism.
It had been twenty years since I contacted the FBI when
my identity thief arrived with her Jamaican gunman to end
my life over my American poetry he died at my feet complete
karma taking my step son 20 years later this operation forced
him into suicide ending his own life shattered into after realizing
the severe domestic abuse identity fraud plagerism arson murderer
Although I've tried to understand your reasons for what you do,
sometimes I just turn my switch off, and ignore the nonsense.
Repeating the same ignorant remarks which obviously tweek my heart and soul,
you've really been asking my permission to leave and not come back,
because I was just a dalliance to you - "Hot Love In the Summertime"...
You take beautiful people, animals and creations and twist them around
to suit your 'manly' thoughts and desires, turning a beautiful flower
into a withered-up twiglet with no hope or life left.
Those are YOUR choices - not mine! I see beauty, and am mesmerized
by God's glorious developments within the universe.
You see only the flaming asteroids which threaten to destroy
this wonderful world we live in.
You hope for chaos and destruction, and you have a destructive personality.
You respect nothing, and prove it with your words and actions.
If only you could realize or even care what destruction you have caused,
and try to repair the damage by helping the beauty to blossom and bloom,
spreading yet again...
But! You obviously could care less about true happiness, peace and faith,
for your faith lies only in the knowledge that (finally) one day
you'll succeed in stifling out your own sordid life,
ne'er taking notice of all the wreckage you leave behind - intentionally.
What could have happened in your life
to make you hurt yourself knowingly...hopingly...
...Continuing to commit suicide on a daily basis?
What evil has befallen your soul to make you hate so much?
Or, is it mere child's play to you to make ev'ryone and ev'rything around you
wish they'd ne'er known a person as cold and nasty as you are?
My thoughts will wander to you from time to time in the future,
but they will immediately be dismissed - pushed away - like you did me.
My love is a special gift, but you don't see beauty, so you cannot know real love.
Therefore, I will spend the rest of my days striving to erase the hatred,
and bring love into the world, whether you like it or not.
God's love is the most beautiful thing there will e'er be,
and it shines like a beacon in my soul, but your lighthouse crumbled long ago,
and you don't even want to rebuild.
So, goodbye to your darkness, hello peaceful world.
BLACK,RED and GOLD
Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death
On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will be her gown, ashes shall be my girdle, shattered is everything beneath
Smokes so discerned sprawling
Some will say it was a poetic corpse after so deadly the strife
Wrapped in unknown funerary fetes
My blood will be poured in cask of mimicks
A yawn concealing me in semicolon as I saw I was dying,
sickened of the sicks
All the ravens of sorcery lurking the corner in full stops
As if I knew nothing following the wisdom of Socrates
Boots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasure
At last the casket to embrace me from the provocateur
No persuasive argument will be my candy,
a keepsake solidarity in barter
A marked plot spewed by shrewd men
An aftermath velvet and a last squint of Prussia far and near
Death so dear only to see if the lady in red silk I loved has red roses
My dear Soviet plezhvadya
for the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyes hers, a gunshot
,yellow mouthful venom of words oozing out in raucous abuses
Hatred carped in end and unend Olesya, good as gold my Olesya
Now the bastion they called bastards buccaneered before her epithet
Kaliningrad`s cloud full of black so black an obnoxious smoke
Davai! Davai! they shouted and again nemesis eavesdropped
Eagles died I know not if a death of glory as I felt I saw an 1871 gauntlet
That’s my last shot of life before I became death`s forgotten lucky bloke
Vocabulary --1-Plezhvadya(Russian/Czech)- A Soviet dish
2.Davai!(Russian)--Let`s do it, Come on!
3.Obnoxious-extremely unpleasant
4.Gauntlet-An armored glove of the tectonic Knights
5.Raucous-Harsh,Sharp,Loud
6.Barter-Exchange,Trade,Swap without use of money
7.Buccaneer-Maruader,Plunderer,Raider
Today we took a cruise to Devil’s island where the strong Lake Superior waves
from years of crashing on its rocks have created these beautiful caves.
The thunderous booms the waves made as they hit the rocks
led the Chippewa who lived there to proclaim:
This land on which we stand….Devil’s Island is its name.
In every state, city and town we’ve traveled to on this trip
(and I‘m sure as we travel more and more)
we have felt the presence of the people who walked this land before.
We’ve seen many signs…like the names of places we’ve been…
(much more beautiful in their native tongue)
And again at this stop when we discovered a dear friend’s daughter
worked at the very inn where we are staying…back when she was young.
Lena is her daughter’s name
a member of the Bad River band of the Lake Superior Chippewa
We’re sorry we never had the chance to meet her…
(If only we had power over time…and the past we could re-draw)
But knowing her mother, Monica, we know this is also to be true….
If she was anything like her mother…we would have loved her Lena too.
Knowing Lena worked where we are staying
greeted people with her smiles…walked through these halls and doors
makes this place even more special than it was to us before.
We are not always looking for sings…beside, in front…behind us
but we love it when, out of nowhere, a sign somehow will find us.
So many signs have found us on this trip…some subtle…some quite loud
license plates with our initials, four leaf clovers…angels in the clouds.
To these, with her mom’s permission,…(Monica, we promise not to make a fuss)
we add Lena to the angels in the clouds we believe are watching over us.
And every morning from now on…as we greet another day
we will repeat this simple message Lena loved to say..
We will smile…think of Lena..then whisper how life is a pretty word.
We only wish from her lips these words we could have heard…
Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.
She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color of their skin.
She spoke of how humans think we are separate from the animals…
of how when it comes to this planet…we think we are the heart of it….
but how….when it comes to the animal kingdom…we are only a small part of it.
And she wondered when it comes to our planet…
instead of admiring, loving, appreciating and enjoying it…
how the most intellectual creatures on the Earth…are the ones who are destroying it.
But at the same time she was telling us of her ups and downs…
holding her life under a microscope….
the words she used…even after 90 years…wove a tapestry of hope.
Yes, the more she talked…the more her tapestry of words unfurled…
for the people and other animals on this planet…she has a hope for a better world.
As she outlined reasons for her hope…one rested on all the young people
ready to pick up the mantle…to help fulfill her dream and alleviate her fears…
Which, I imagine, meant all of us…because everyone in the audience…
was younger than her 90 years.
We left her talk inspired…because as her tapestry of hope unfurled…
We know together we can…together we will…and together…we must change the world.
As I listened to this courageous and amazing woman…so wise compassionate and kind…
other women whom I admire popped into my mind.
For I believe if we want to live together in a more compassionate and peaceful way…
perhaps it’s time we listen to what the women have to say!
If we hope to live together in a world where no creature loses…and ever creature gains….
It’s time we listen to the likes of Maya, Emily and Carol…
(and you’ve already heard from Jane.)
If you think you can fight Christ
Now walk and work on your own light
Or dark without any support, religion
Without hurting any or otherwise.
Know your mind not the matter
weigh your heart not the weight
Tend your own garden thriving
With integrity not with alliance
For manipulation but elevation.
When you wanna make a prey
Make sure you're looking up
Not down that's the weak and quickie's
You know what happens when
A goat is trying to prey
A lion just BC of love, impossible
Fight what you can overcome
Be fearless don't mean
You should burn yourself ablaze.
We ain't going backwards but
Forward onward and farther
Upward not downward deceased
Stagnant without direction
retribution journey not threat
But caution for actions and deeds.
Christianity promoting light
Christ light pure consciousness
Truth, for a man to attain
One need to Walk in faith
Walking and working
In your light and path
For God in growth for change.
Can one grow and establish business
A day on your own without connection
Can you be successful today without
Taking action even amidst uncertainty??
Religious war a distraction for exploiting
Krist lies dark lume ruin lust miscreant
Matters over mind true source, original creator
Just self reliance and deceit without resources
Claiming creature without creator but nature
Blaspheming love, faith and oneness not source
Blur vision attained imagination disruption delusion
mind reliance prophets of the dark, shadowing
Manipulating Breaking the good and kind hearten.
Criminology, wars threat and partiality corporate
Sentimentalism over purpose driven optimist
Discrimination over discernment, maneuver
Being desperate for power over another
Supremacy over authenticity rulers of dark world
There is nothing done in the dark without light
The Gardner is watching armed for harvest.
I believe we’ve all been blessed to be created with an open mind
I imagine with this gift our creators were particularly elated…
as it allows us to be open to the variety of wonders…of all the love and beauty they created.
I imagine it never entered into our creators thinking…
that they never would have supposed….
how the open mind they blessed us with…could so easily be closed.
When our mind is open it can see the beauty of a sunrise paint her colors across the sky…
It can see our children’s smiles…and the love reflected in their eyes.
But when that same mind closes…when it closes from within
hate and prejudice begin to form…based on the colors of our skins.
When our mind is open we can see the vibrant hues of a rainbow…tell a sunflower from a rose
see the changing leaves in Autumn…and blankets of winter snows.
But when that same mind closes to love and acceptance…
when we shut forever our mind’s door
The beauty our creators created becomes clouded by hate…
and devastated by war.
When our mind is open we see the glimmer from the surface of the oceans to the twinkling stars above…
we see how all people, not just friends and family are all created out of love…
But when that same mind closes…when we’ve secured and locked the gate
we see those same people, friends and family so easily destroyed by hate
I’m sure the creators in their heart of hearts never would have proposed it…
If they thought the people who they gave an open mind to
would ever think to close it.
Or perhaps they knew that was a possibility…perhaps they understood it’s scope
and left us with a way to fix this…a least a modicum of hope
For our creators knew any mind that closes..
no matter how or where or when….
also has a chance
of being opened up again.
Junks acting superior
When dem and em niggas
Be doing their things; we
don't envy, jealous, attack
Don't take without
You were not given
Was our awareness
Not taking forcefully our education.
But when it's ours
Dem start creating
The movie we the villains
They the right and nice ones
Em niggas wanna boss up
over us, so em can control
And take over our resources.
But Thank God we so bless that
we only observed instead
of reacting or fighting, a disruption
We just pray for insight
So we can act right from love
Moving on rather than revenge
When the time is right and Ours.
Father God bless thy conscious
Peacemakers, meek and those
That are pessimist to evil
By not allowing evil, lie and deceit
Prevail over good, wisdom and truth.
We not nice, we kind and authentic
We don't do it for attention
We do it for thy father's
Business thy kingdom
In thy soul the DNA
Heaven on earth
Let all junks
falls off
Itself.
At the right timing, Love
Thy will be done as it is
For it's
Time
Almighty
Creativity
On earth
Let all
The junks
Falls off
Itself.
The Bible said
Whatever branch
That does not
Produce good
FRUIT
Shall be cut off
Now judge us
With the work
Of our hands
Our deeds
Let all
The Junks
Fall off
Itself.
Knowledge for evil
A weapon in disguise
Destruction manipulation
Overpowering other's mind
For selfish pleasure
Instant gratification and bossiness
They've always put above
Thriving in integrity
Let all
The junks
Falls off
Itself.
As written in the bible
It's not by might
Nor by power
By thy spirit
Let all
The Junks
Falls of by
Itself.
The time has come your passing has happened
Your desire to live was never dampened
The great Scottish debate for you to stay or go
I screamed yes, but the haggis of your heart said no
The split of our nation represents the split in my heart
But now the time has come and we must part
Much like our dreams of reaching the sixth form debate final
“Page 32” you crowbarred into conversation
infuriating Ash to the point of self-immolation
your self important boasts of superior knowledge
turned my my weakened soul into watery porridge
You were not a stereotype, despite what many said
Unlike most Scots, you ate more than simply fried bread
Your challenge with crackers so lascivious that I lost my thread
And since then I yearned for a way to do more than simple observe your bed
But your aggression was endearing, cutting and clear
Tearing opponents to shreds, speaking to all that will hear
But I was behind a glass wall, simply shedding a tear
As a limp invitation to a party was the closest I could near
I sit here now and remember our lark
Our time together, characterized by a battle with a shark
The verbal brutality was shocking that situation was stark
But your retorts were quick witted, but often loaded with snark
This took so long to write as my heart still bares scars
An open mouth like yours could give hour long seminars
Yet you still saved me from being bundled into one of Bennet’s cars
Yet I must hope that we meet again, underneath heaven’s stars
Since morning I’m calling you, no answer!
Who’s the hell that has kept you busy, indifferent?
How could you forget to wish me damn lover?
The roses are drying up waiting for you, nonchalant!
Please pick up the phone, you damn betrayer,
At least you could act of remembering this day, pretender!
Putting on your once gifted gown
I’m watching the clock again and again
You ought to come by this time
I’m bored, feeling fully dejected!
I can still remember, you used to meet me
After office, just at seven without fail
Those days have gone, now we’re married
The love rose dries up without your care
I’m the only part that remained the similar.
Gardening whole day, I make roses bloom
You go to office, I remained home alone
I send you daily lunch box, packed with roses
The thorns daily reddens me, none to care, or notice
At night when you try to make pokerfaced love
I feel pain on my aching, blooded finger.
Have you ever noticed my black circled eyes?
When you are done, you snuffle soundly
My haunted love keeps me awaken
In the morning you’re always at a rush
The whole day passes by waiting….
The dusk moon rises always but you, only at fortnight
While returning home, you stop by at friends’ bar
Ignoring someone is waiting at home, with dinner
At midnight you return home concluding all energy
Bare, emotionless and adopting a robotic panache.