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It's just so nice to shout out loud.
Waiving your pride and a rainbow flag.
Telling the world, "I AM PROUD!"
There are no more issues
when you walk around.
Because you just come out
from your deepest fear.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
Let go, stand up and show off!
Nothing is wrong, just go on!
Oh it's nice to be gay, darling!
You need to let go anxiety...
Stand up against hate...
Show off what's it to be a gay.
It's nice to be gay.
As long as you spread love,
Here'a a toast of your courage.
As long as you hurt nobody,
It gives you more than freedom.
There's something even more
Be proud that you're gay!,
You are born to be special,
You are born to be loved.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
Let go, stand up and show off!
Nothing is wrong, so just go on!
Oh it's nice to be gay, darling!
You need to let go anxiety...
Stand up against hate...
Show off what's it to be a gay,
It's nice to be gay.
If people will say,
Your sexuality is a joke.
You are not to be blamed,
Not to be blamed.
You have a purpose,
Just love and be gay.
It's your kindness that matters,
Just love above hate.
Let go, stand up and show off!
Nothing is wrong, so just go on!
Oh it's nice to be gay, darling!
You need to let go anxiety...
Stand up against hate...
Show off what's it to be a gay,
It's nice to be gay.
LeiStrauss2019
12/14/20
Since the dawn of time it was illustrating
One was dominating
The other was failing
There was no relating
Only hating
And instigating
All this debating
And complaining
With poor negotiating
To the youth, what are we demonstrating?
So much division and not a lot of aiding
Sure there is some trading
But there is also raiding
And invading
To this day, time has shown and been displaying
It's dismaying
Opportunities seized or are fading
Does no good to just be waiting
People playing
People saying
Strange things
Evil in the making
Homages their paying
As they partake in praying
On the go or staying
Peaceful or always preying
Money continually draining or saving
To the system still slaving
Soon to be caving
And misbehaving
One's own path they're paving
And trailblazing
Or they are just waiving
Never braving
Always giving into cravings
Wasting
Always in last they are placing
Too many people shading
And shaming
Truth is life is fascinating
And entertaining
Yet it is also devastating
And frustrating
With other lifeforms, I am communicating
Continually sailing
Working towards prevailing
As I keep aging
The body slowly degrading
In my heart it's always raining
But I am not complaining
Occasionally stargazing
Still facing any undertaking
Life I'm embracing
B.S. I can no longer be chasing
Look around, life can be beautiful and amazing
A love like this can't be missed as it continues to grow stronger and it never fails as we set sail over the sea's of change, remaining true, never blue for it's loyalty through and through. We carry this love invested in us like a ship setting sail with flags waiving in the wind, carrying us back to where it all began. It's charity the purest love we know for God planted this love in us to carry with us as cross the sea's of change remaining true to each other like no other. On a course that's beyond our reach coming from out of heaven, heaven's gates bringing us closer deeper in our soul's back home hand in hand with new beginnings for a woman and man as it was when time began.
For they come here for me tonight.
With waiving arms and ghostly cries.
With fists locked and seething eyes.
Around my tomb they do despise.
For they come here for me tonight.
With all their lies and all their spite.
They bring their blame and deliver it to my door.
From as a child forevermore.
For they come here for me tonight.
As I feel my pain transfer to the light.
They curse and swear and wish me hell.
They pour their scorn, their malice, their hate into my well.
For they come here for me tonight.
With golden wings on which we take flight.
With smiles and peaceful caring eyes.
I leave them behind in their mad, sad world of lies.
standing in the rain again
in the rain again I stand,
next to the Finnish truck driver waiving with a wet newspaper
or maybe it's a card deck, hand looks like a duck's beak
from the radio "Satumaa" sounds like fruits falling from trees
rolling down on the patio to find a man and woman circling each other's bulb like bodies
and everyone has forgotten why it rains
we are surrounded by tango and dresses and unsteady hands on knee caps, nails tapping on guilt and minds too hazy to recall what a promise feels like
drops keep running down my neck
I long for a glass of whatever to lean my finger and thoughts against
Reijo Taipale will not be leaving the radio anywhere soon, and someone says "we are in a movie, feels like it, right? this is too real to be anything but"
no birds are singing anymore
wax like birches are standing heavy and empty against the quiet lake
where all the horses sometimes used to swim
the wooden boards will squeak when I leave.
Is it wrong to be curious
Waiving scarlet badges as sleuths
When seeking universal truths
Dangling notions precarious
Willing to eviscerate all
Nimbly tantalize or extoll
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Distorted enough to inflex
Then twirl in a blurry vortex
Dubious if not oblivious
Seeking truths and taking the plunge
Finding distortions to expunge
Two cents short of being delirious
Bubbling falsehoods bewilder
Bundled lies for the coroner
Is it wrong to be curious
Dangling notions precarious
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Dubious if not oblivious
Two cents short of being delirious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
All was well with heaven. Peace flowed like crystal water streams.
Cries from the earth filled the ears of the Holy Trinity
Love for the humans flooded in them as they heard their screams.
The Son consented to come down, waiving his divinity.
Mary said, Amen. Joseph accepted the divine call.
The time of long waiting of souls seemed to come to an end.
At a night when the earth experienced heavy snowfall
The moon and stars witnessed liberation slowly descend.
Troubling no one, like a silent comrade, he came and dwelt
Between the tired spouses, who travelled long, seeking the Lord
The nations heard angel choirs and, in adoration, knelt.
Blessed by his birth, birds and beasts too sang in one accord.
This world will strike, he knew, mock, and, at the end, crucify.
Fulfilling his goal, shouldn't he, yet, ascend to the sky?
Juneteenth… Justifiably they say ignorance is bliss.
No, it’s nothing to be proud of.
Ultimately unaware and unfamiliar, living in Canada
I had no clue about racism.
Naïve with never more than a glimpse of references seen
on bits of night time television.
Epitomizing the slavery era, aired the much acclaimed
tv series ROOTS much to my chagrin.
Truthfully it was the last coup de grace,
the last nail in the coffin of my innocence.
Evil had a face and victims the likes of my idol
Sammy Davis Jr who sang The Candy Man.
Embittered? Supposedly not with his debonair charm,
yet what of all my Motown idols?
No further than in my lifetime, discrimination and bigotry,
the need for a Juneteenth.
Traditional celebrations commemorating the thirst
for freedom of emancipated ancestors.
Heads of parades waiving a Juneteenth Flag of Freedom
while sipping a Strawberry soda pop.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest JUNETEENTH POETRY sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 3RD
Inside, rage sufficiently evolves and simmers
It sprawls systematically, abrading my dinkum mind,
The eager embers are zealously veeled by Satan
Until his fierce rage and evil seep into my veins
My mind and thinking are comatose
A fierce ache for blood has me quite oblivious
As yet, I'm on the verge of yielding to the blaze
By the dazzling haze, a radiant voice screams
Let promptly withdraw of umbrages
Afterward, you shall hoist the flaming mantle
My stern eyes are bared by the keen timbre
When I've excused, shout whip, and escape
Forgiveness arises the way to waiving the past
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 21, 2022
A Brian Strand 1093 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Yes, I’ve done it once again
Removed a seeping cancerous pain,
Soleimani’s dead and gone,
The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn.
Long the source of all things bad,
Few if any should feel sad,
If his passing caused a stir
His gruesome end aimed to deter.
Now a martyr for their cause
They’ll build him up like Santa Claus,
With waiving arms and raucous shouts
The world will see they’re no boy scouts.
My daring deeds on show once more,
They surely number by the score,
A man of steel and firm resolve,
Heaven sent to problems solve.
Yet the Media still won’t say
How great my feats are every-day,
A bunch of losers, leftie goons,
Their brains the size of shriveled prunes.
They’re now all worried by the path
Iran will take to show its wrath,
Bring it on and stand aside,
While I help our missiles glide.
If my message isn’t clear
To those that neither hear nor fear,
Mess with us and watch the show
As we make your backyard glow.