Long Virtues Poems
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Standing as a reminder
Being a Minority I am
Heritage establishes me
Created from the beginning for the world to see
Born with a purpose
Taught through education
Ancestor’s promise
Fulfill and Achieve
Their recognition my reason
Negativity is not a stop
Positivity is all ambitions go
Watch me through effort
Observe as I achieve
Just like my Forefathers did then
I am the now
Black History Month is a following
The center in believing
Odds maybe against me
I live beyond past tense
My movement spells opportunity
Advance Enterprises chance
Ready Or not here I am
Taking my place where I belong
Virtues and Values
Black History Month solid ground
My footsteps planted
Determination high
No stops calling all the shots
One can stand still, but courage to step out
Black History Within
The Shall, Can and Will.
Sweat drips from little dust covered faces in the grim back-alley factories
No time for rites of passage other than fingers nimble enough to spin and
Balance wheel spool spin and stitch regulator to their master’s instruction
Anyana is not unique but one of the ‘fortunate’ ones
Gloved hands mop up droplets of perspiration from a lace veil and seduce
A myriad of lovers before she even enters an intricate parquet dance floor
Takes a cue from the orchestra and whirls on stilettos and rhapsodic flair
Chantelle did not purchase her dress at the charity shop
Their stories unite as neo-liberal gangsters spin a yard on wheels of fortune
While their procession fails to trickle down moderate glimpses of hope
Some stride on the cat walk of privilege and others are scavengers in rags
Exposed nipples are rather dissimilar but follow a different path
Anyana gathers her virtues and sends love across the boundary of despair
Her shoes bear no fairy tale stories when midnight strikes at the fashion
Of stolen passion from sweat shops for garments scented with perfume
Cause and effect cannot moderate nor gloss over amoral fabric
03rd November 2019
I find in a godless society
versed so to speak openly correct
truth always becomes the first casualty aborted
It comes under attack with twisted views
heartless beings cursing every good value upside down
whom use vulgar words in order to silence the true facts
Craving acceptance pride filled bullies
condemning souls through their wickedness of deeds
displayed boastfully ignorant goats
Taking away rights it is where it all begins displacing people
stripping us into the core of sanity where hope is lost virtues
focusing on those without sin making them feel dirty for having a choice
A communist state of affairs under lawless acts hide stupid apes
has now entered our modern day democracies underhanded failures
baffoons filled with corruptions sins rotten to the core exist
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
Dear money, I never called you evil.
I watched others curse your name
as though you were a serpent in their garden,
whispering ruin into honest ears.
But I saw you differently.
I saw them - bills paid on time,
With groceries steadying our routines,
rent settled before the landlord’s knock.
I foresee dignity in our every step,
With possibilities standing ahead in our way,
A fragrant of hope unfolding quietly,
fulfilled by a settled wallet.
So I write with clarity my strict terms,
Be stripped off every greedy strand …
And never be as a god so I would worship,
but to welcome you with understanding.
Come to me, come - my dear friend -
Sit at my table without storming or boasting,
To become a virtuous tool in my hands,
Not slippery, nor with chain on my neck.
When you come be like rain in a dry season,
To linger, and let laughter fill empty rooms.
Come in measures that will not dwindle
at the sight of every waiting bill.
Then, this is why they called you evil:
You awaken something sharper than desire.
When abundance has driven out lacking,
When the cup once dry begins to overflow.
Oblivion creeps in, letting pride within,
I dare this: to restrain you even in plenty,
To taper your presence with generosity,
And guide you toward virtues - nothing more.
O’ moolah, I never named you evil -
It’s only that you reveal what’s already hidden in man.
But come, if you must, and grow if you will;
I seek your presence, not your throne.
Rights Reserved
Some hide their heads
below the parapet
Not challenging the times
When faced with social uplift
They fail to rise
When we are fighting
Taking a stand
They disappear in the shadows
Never to lend a hand
They think they are OK
In the scheme of things
But in a sudden change of fortune
Tragedy is forced on them
There are no safe grounds in crisis
When we are faced with pain
In the currency of life that confront us
Where freedom is denied
We are on the battle fields of justice
Answering ancient cries
But in nonchalant indifference
Those who hide behind the parapet
Would rather watch innocents die
Some hide behind the parapet
With no wishes or designs
To forge a new togetherness
But to pursue a selfish mind
They say that the ties that binds us
Is cast in the winds of time
When we create a consciousness
When we develop a positive mind
There is always a Judas
In each and every band
With 40 pieces of silver
Out comes their outstretched hand
For as much as we seek justice
They are used as tools
To be bought and sold
to the highest bidder
Just for a pot of gold
There are soldiers
That blaze a trail
Not seeking self virtues
Nor personal gains
But are caught up in a movement
From which humanity gains.
My name is Pérola, born among thorns beneath steely rocks
By the great Bay, where its sons harvest fish for the government mint against their sweat
The teacher points at my eye for its vile afloat
My grandfather, a serviceman and healer
Many queues for his touch of healing hands far and wide
His sons are warriors of the land walking on his prints
They widely spoke of their virtues against my decadence
My mother's father
His poise of character lives on decades later
Mentions of his nobility in imperfect man
His daughters, my mothers, have lived in dignity and valour
Yet they disdained me an illusion of imperfection
I swim in the lake of rebel
I laugh at the trouble I germinate
Look, they are sweet as lime, hotter than Indian paper
I sit quietly at the bay where I am summoned
Wavelike broken glasses
Showers me, piercing every inch of my skin
I brace my agonising pain
My name is Pérola,
A stone. A precious stone.
Am not easily broken
A valuable stone. I cannot be camouflaged
I have a different story to tell
Unique in every season, both spiced and crunchy
My name is Pérola, born among thorns beneath adamantine rocks
Golden leaves swing with breeze merrily
Hearing cheery music written by your winds
Enjoying beamy warmth of budding sunlight
Awaiting your arrival to enter my daydream,
Your sunny rays made my misty land fertile,
Growing seeds I sowed into vibrant yields
Swaying back and forth in graceful style
Emulating movements of your smiley eyes,
There I linger where you roam in my fields
Asking you to become my jewel of serenity
Finding comfort in presence of your allure
Encouraged by your vibes emitting grandeur,
Soon as my day turns into twinkling twilight
Becoming my vision of our romantic setting,
Your whispers are heard by the starry night
Alerting me to divinity of supernal blessing,
That's when you arrive, bringing lover's joy
Possessing virtues of glamorous enterprise.
Mesmerized by your beauty I'm hypnotized,
Frozen in place speechless, I let you pass by.
May 20, 2018
Placed first in late October 2018 contest by Brian Strand
Give me Freedom or Give me Death
Until then, Watch me Rock This Liberty Bell
I AM the Master and Creator of my God Given Life
I Fear No Man, No Dark, No Fire
Matters Not, Be a King or Peasant
All Are Created Equal, Never Stifle Ones Blessings
I Walk in Truth that's God Ordained
The Pursuit Of Liberty, Life, Happiness and Faith
My Vibes Jive on Heroic
I'm Alexander crossed with Moses
I Fear No Death, No Evil, No Oppressing Foes
Because Freedom is our Inheritance that's Heaven Sown
By Spirit Reborn, Death just a Stepping Stone
BEHOLD! The Everlasting Light Of The Great Soul
To be Free, Dream and Express is Universal Law
That No Body, Or Entity shall Infringe upon
Patriot Born
Noble and Courageous is the Honor Code,
Brave and Chivalrous, The Golden Virtues
I Stand Upright with Fortitude,
Freedom Or Death, that's the Only Truth
Land Of The Free, I Bleed Red, White and Blue
SON OF MINE
The sky darkens,
Rain gathers and descends,
Seeds planted by the farmer,
Trunks shaped by the sawyer,
Nails drove in by the hammer,
What goes around comes around,
This is the connection of life.
No man was born an adult,
Perspectives of life are many,
Let your eyes see the good vision,
Vision that brings caution,
Lest you fail oh my son,
But give light to darkness as the sun,
Let your hand grab the vital tools,
The tools that bulids a future,
A future of incorruptible nature,
Hear this Oh my son
From the clay a pot is made,
From the wood the rod is made,
The rod of correction that teaches,
That teaches the principle of life,
Life of human virtues,
Virtues that are eternal,
Let the rod abide in your heart,
And let your days be merry,
Oh,my son.