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One week ago, a suicide bomber, a murderer took many lives at the Manchester Arena
The police are hunting down his accomplices to subpoena
It seems that the papers have nothing better to do than to show his face to us every day
Replaying each and every horrific moment to his families and relatives: including his unfallen, his prey
Go on let’s make him famous, some journalists seem to say
These are the images that imprint themselves in the minds of relatives and friends
What kind of a message does this ultimately send?
This story really sucks
News makes big bucks
Who is going undercover to catch these monsters that lurk?
Has the world gone completely berserk?
When it came to the crunch, they caught the evil leaders not so long ago
They knew where and how to overthrow
Those in power know how to catch these wicked murderers if they really want to
Instead, they sit back and hold up their hands up in horror as if to say how can this be true
The reality is who is selling weapons to the enemy
Their identities will surely put them in jeopardy
So until someone commands the word “GO”!
This remains to be one big psycho show!
A Christian is one made anew
having Christ come to dwell within
making you to be a new creature
to overcome the old nature of sin
This old nature doesn’t go away
but the new one resides in you
making spiritual battle in your soul
God gives you the weapons to do
The victory doesn’t happen overnight
it takes all of eternity to overcome
as Christ is formed within your heart
moulding godly character in that slum
Gradually and surely old things go
as all things become just like new
Jesus takes over as your Lord king
walking in step with Him as your cue
So if you are truly in Christ
you are indeed a new creature
old has gone for new has come
calling you in Him to endure
('Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. ') 2 Corinthians 5: 17 (ESV)
They came upon us in the light of day.
No weapons did they need, for dark of night
is what they brought. We still don’t know the way
they darkened all our skies. . . in broad daylight!
And after that, there came an awful blight.
All plants got a disease that turned them brown.
Plants are now just something from a longed-for past.
We feel sun's warmth, but in everlasting darkenss we drown.
We’ve raided grocery stores; food dwindled very fast,
and just how long can candles and simple flashlights last?
Some say the creatures came from under the ground,
while oithers say they came from outer space.
Large groups of us they never come around,
yet humankind has not been hard for them to erase.
Our friends are dying. Death abides in every place.
Sometimes my starving tribe would smell something cooking.
Had one of us been finding animals to eat?
Some of us had candles; we went looking.
Our search brought us the horror of ultimate defeat.
Another group of people had consumed our friends as meat!
The alien-like creatures knew us very well.
Cannibalism (not by the creatures) is what this all came to.
Such is the curse that upon us all befell.
Sick from filthy water, we’re down to just a few.
I leave this record of the dark deeds we’ve been brought to do.
(English Quintain allows ababb rhyme with no set number of syllables per line)
May 8, 2021
for Funom Makama's A Poem Of Horror Poetry Contest
Chose Title is #2: Curse From Darkness
"I try to share my thoughts with Poetic touch through contests being Rational Analytic ,
Courageous and Righteous not Religious and surely not to win but to be seen on keen
eyes to have perfect precise perception."
_ Poet.
Me always a wrestler holding strong gauntlet
of courage, confidence, wearing bracelet
of dynamic vibrant vigorous
will power, with simultaneous
compassionate behaviour
in frolic fervent fervour.
Path of life is mostly uneven
smoothness less, already proven.
I never pray for my rescue in trouble
but pray for strength to be double
to fight and overcome with efficiency and effort
foregoing indolence , stagnancy and comfort.
My weapons are Honesty and Truth
I progress in life honouring ruth.
Universal Moral Values to respect ,
keeping my head always erect.
I act, react, interact taking life as challenge.
fight for justice but not for revenge.
A lone fighter throughout my life.
Yet met compassionate friend in strife.
Bathed by Love and shocked by Betrayal.
flooded by joy, also sank in dismal.
Never rushed for peace or serenity.
Ambition was prime priority.
Adventurous life I like to explore.
Yet my duties I never ignore.
Whether in society or in own family,
' We are for each other' : Primarily.
If to proceed alone in dark night,
To get light , my soul I'm to ignite.
I wish communication in Poetry -Arena
presenting my Prismatic Persona.
I'm decisive on own principle, being Egoistic.
I'm not at all Religious but Truthful, Realistic.
Proud of my competence, but no vanity.
Only Religion to accept is ' Humanity.'
"Come together right now over me,"the Beatles.
"Come together right now over me."
"Let there be peace on earth and let
it begin with me."
These are the troubled times that try men's and women's souls.
Injustices and discrimination's exist in The United States,
And around the world! Economic and/or social discrimination,
Imprisonment and harassment are being filled with an
Explosive flame all over our land. Leaving the survivors
To pick up the pieces and rebuild again!
We need to put down our weapons, our guns and our
Senseless acts of violence. Their is a violent civil
War raging throughout our nation. When acts of
Injustices happen. Pitting American against our
Brothers and Sisters. We need freedom of
Opinions and ideas. "A house divided
Against itself can not stand."
"We can work it out. Life is very short and there's
No time for fusing and fighting my friends."The Beatles.
"We need to declare times of fasting and prayer,
repentance, forgiveness and healing. Resulting
and accomplishing reconciliation. Human life is
valuable And a terrible thing to waste! "Thou shalt
Not kill!" "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thy self."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02, 2020
The Emerald City
Tales of long ago, many a tall story told
When the people spoke so vibrantly bold
Whispers of treasures of emeralds and gold
Hidden away, lost, a kings ransom to behold
Far away, somewhere lost in a dense jungle land
Guarded by a lost, ghostly, savage warrior band
Prepared for a millennium to defend, fight and stand
Silent swift death comes from ancient weapons in hand
Pathway to riches, a treacherous one
For all the emeralds and gold to be won
Will be the spoils to some fortune son
Perhaps a kings ransom, share for none
Countless perils awaits for any bold, foolhardy man
Many fallen lost souls of some obscure absent clan
In all the fickle lost schemes of many a forfeited plan
For there will never be a road to riches for any man
Long ago, daring tales of a lost Emerald City, so I’m told
Speaking of the riches to this very day, treasures so bold
To the gullible, still being sold by the alluring lies of lost gold
Somewhere lost forevermore, in the desires for all to behold
I looked into the mirror
and the truth stared back
it told me I was sold a lie
with all the words society was feed
a contradiction to the truth
bound by the psychological chains of control
I watched as paradise burned
and the seeds of dissent grew
freedoms flame inside was born
a darken plague had besieged us
a caged man only sees darkness
and I wanted to bring light back to the dark
to blind the pyramid's eye
to end this living nightmare
in my thinking I was not alone
so together we all stood
because for way too long
we mindlessly stared into the abyss
and the abyss just stared back
minds freedom had flown away on a buzzards wing
so as one we rose to answer the call
"united we stand, divided we fall" we would chant
as we marched onwards to watch
the eyes kingdom crumble and fall
we smelt the vengeance in the air
so we stormed the eyes palace on high
with its walls of shiny gold
it floors of marble bold
and saw the irony of the eyes call
the contradiction soured my stomachs waste
we fought for what was right
and fought to live in paradise once more
and when man has nothing to risk
then man has nothing to loose
the gain is the greater then the pain
our makeshift weapons
seemed no match to their technology
but the might of a broken soul
strengthens the warriors heart that beat within
no surrender from the brave and bold
the battle raged and seem to have no end
and blood flowed from the veins of both
but the stronger the warriors hearts beat
their resolve grew a mightier might
we could see the eye`s crowns falling
on their knees they did kneel
and we saw their vulnerability
as their tears flowed like the blood
that dripped from their naked hands
they saw day became a starless night
for many of us saw the angels bell
now they live on as gods and martyrs
in this world we fought to reclaim
a land that now burns with freedoms flame
now the ones who feed at the feast
will feast no more
A concert hall was filled to capacity,
with revelers unaware of the atrocity,
they were about to face.
Evil dressed in black, intent to kill,
aimed their weapons with precise skill,
and fired into that place.
A favored cafe on a Paris street,
where friends, loved ones oft would meet,
drinking their cafe au lait.
Assassins came and took their position,
to kill and terrorize their intention,
on that tragic day.
Chaos ran rampant in Paris, France,
as ISIS took its murderous stance,
against humanity.
Many were wounded and many died,
and all the world was horrified,
at such insanity.
Anger rises alongside mourning.
Retaliation swift, without warning,
the French fight back.
The world must stand up to these thugs,
destroy them, squash them just like bugs.
We can't be slack.
We mourn with France for those who died,
and we will stand close by her side,
until we win,
this war against cruelty and hate.
Annihilation will not be our fate.
We won't give in.
11/24/15
For Debbie Guzzi's Rime Couee-tail-rhyme
contest for France
Tied for 3rd place
As they say, “Where there’s smoke, there is fire”
In this case it is certainly true
For a people who once ruled so many
find themselves more in place of the few
For so long they have led with a vengeance
but the tide has now started to turn
The majority finds itself strangely, on the fringe of a party that burns
They arrived from the sea with a mission
Took the land and its natives by force
With their muskets and weapons of killing
t’was a violent beginning, of course
Then they sailed overseas with their weapons
for they needed a country to build
There they found what they sought in another
and the blood of the innocents was spilled
Man-made laws justified the enslavement
as they bartered for precious ‘black gold’
Never needed a currency system as the humans were bought and were sold
Generations of slaves built the country
all their blood soaked the land that we share
As the children were ripped from their mothers
they survived on their will and a prayer
But the winds that bring change were upon them
and the nation was soon torn in two
So they fought to the death with their weapons
From the blood and the ashes we grew
Many more later died seeking justice
slowly gaining new rights never known
To these giants we owe our freedom
and in time we have certainly grown
But in spite of our laws and our freedoms
there are many who hold onto fear
As they honor their ancestors’ visions and the power they once held so dear
All their talk of a government body
who will come and will take guns away
Truth be told it is not what they’re fearing
but a country that’s changing to grey
As the races are coming together
the majority slowly will wane
As descendants of those once in power
feel the strength of minority gain
In their hearts they are mourning the passing
of a time which has long-ago gone
And the power they had over others
now a reckoning is born in the dawn
So they scream out the 2nd Amendment
wrap themselves up in red, white and blue
But their time, like their fathers’ is ending
A majority rises anew.
I thought the layers of dust had settled
over what used to be the togetherness of 'us,'
and buried were our last tarnished traces.
But today, I found your pictures in an album
and my emotions started playing tricks on me.
Thought I heard echoes of your timbered voice
and even imagined your footsteps in the hall
and then it stopped...
When I recalled that you'd fallen again, by choice
but this time I continued walking,
leaving behind the memories of 'me and you.'
They'd returned unbidden as they often do
after being hidden away for years.
Your barks of bitter words were spoken in haste.
Each epithet laying waste to what had been love.
Verbal daggers were lethal weapons
and your voice threw them in brutal battle
and then it stopped...
Because I'd left, but emotional scars remained.
I thought of them as gravestones,
each marking the end of 'me and you.'
We've both moved on since those dismal days
but there are times when I still feel you near
like when I hear piano notes in a song
about a love like ours, gone miserably wrong.
It hurt when I tried tearing you from my heart.
For years I tried to drown out the sound
of your laughter, the touch of your hand
and then it stopped...
My emotions were swaddled in melancholy blue
remembering the music you composed for me...
the unfinished symphony of 'me and you.'
Now, sometimes I wake, and the night is too quiet.
By habit, I reach for you across the bed
then hang my head and bite my lip,
licking the sanguine drop, I've drawn.
The taste of salt is on my fingertips
after wiping away tears I thought were done.
On nights like those I shudder in angst
and then it stops...
When I remember why I finally walked away
and relive in my mind what you had done
the night you fractured the memory of 'me and you.'