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Freddie
Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well
I read the last poem he wrote before changing his id
to poet aggressor and to me it seemed he knew what
lay ahead. Maybe even welcomed it, I think he had,
had enough for who knows what he was going through
we all wear public faces keep the pain and torment
hidden. Freddie dear Freddie already I miss you so
much I will leave you with his own moving words.
Spoken Words
richness of the heart
the tongue will speak graciously
a bounty of words
spoken tenaciously well
incanting ones included
Mea Culpa
I'm the accuser
blaming myself directly
a sign of my guilt
pointless justification
without any allowance
Missing
at the funeral
unsuccessful burying
mourners in plenty
grave devoid of a body
instead thrown in a furnace
Anticipation
courage is with me
just as long I keep breathing
once I die I'm dead
apprehensively of course
don't know where I'm going yet
A few of Freddie's short poems
his websites
www.poetrycuresthesoul.co.uk
www.guidgearcomesinsmabulk.com
www.poezijimaltin.com (blog)
For the 'Epiphany' Poetry Contest of Constance La France
"No one ever graduates from Bible study until he meets its Author face to face." Everett Harris
That AHA moment
that hits you all at once -
it’s a wonderful feelings
especially if you’ve been praying for it
I’m looking more and more each day
for my very own epiphany
as I read the scriptures followed
by watching videos that make a deep dive.
Pastors with great wisdom
and also Biblical scholars
give lots of awesome insights
into many of the books of the Bible.
The study of scriptures has become
fun for me now that I’ve found
interesting podcasters to follow,
for example, on Youtube and other websites.
Stories I once took for granted
are coming alive for me now.
I thank God for Eureka moments
of profound and clear comprehension.
Unseeking Seeker, forum handle mine
Never mind now, how God did so assign
Suffice to mention, I go by this sign
Even though offbeat, the name resonates
Epitomising verses I create
Keeping me in sync, with joy that elates
Inked across all websites, what’s in a name
Nonetheless, quite a few, do play this game
Ghost invisible being claim to fame
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Seeking egoic, my viewpoint contrary
Eccentric perhaps, life sedentary
Embrace-hold-release in serenity
Kith and kin are privy to my secret
Electing not to, my quirks deeply ferret
Resonation with love, holds me erect
13-April-2021
(Acrostic syllabic tercet rhyme)
Empty guts come crawling around the town looking for where destiny is bound. They have nothing in their heart to give and thousands of holes in their hands to fill. They come in different shapes and size with an appetite that is larger than sea, they prowl around the street bringing the enemies to their knee.
Empty guts come banging on your door; empty guts come asking for more, they appear out of the blue messing with the code that protects me and you. They are walking all over the bed and you have to keep still and pretend to be dead. The Pentagon must intervene to remove these vagrants off the screen. They create fake websites and attach to the main source and lure the vulnerable visitors that prowl upon the shore be careful of who you let through your door.
You must appoint a Cyberweb team to pull down their website from the screen and block their operation on the web and seal up their communication ports that attracts the “dead". they come under different names and their goal is to exhaust you and prevent your dreams from coming through.
Empty guts walking down the road in a bubble looking for daylight trouble. They pitch their tents next-door with a whistle and a gun and have the multitude on the run. They lurk around the town all night with a dollar a date and a dime, looking for somewhere to spread their bed and fireplace to warm their legs.
Who appoint them I don’t know, they are going around and “cutting everybody’s throat”, if you allow this thing to get out of hand, it will keep you dancing around the land; you must be careful of who you allow to cross your path, be careful of who you go out with after dark.
There must be some regulations for the heathen walking in the heavens and those walking in the clouds must be booted out of the house when they come on land, they march through the street like a thunder bolt getting ready to turn over all the big boats. You must do a sweep clean to overturn their promiscuous dream and devious action.
Some people will not survive it because they are not physically fit, leave the obscure alone and send the empty guts marching out of the town.
300 nights I’ve been here a-pacin’,
I’ve got clothes, all shiny and new!
This whole year, my time’s been a-wastin',
someday this endless virus will be through.
On the news, they say there’s a serum,
soon I’ll have to take one or two.
Crowded clubs, where music’s a-playin’,
I bet I can get into one or two.
There are boys, out there just for kissin',
and someday, I’ll kiss one or two.
I’ll find out, just what I’ve been missin',
I’ll bet I won’t get home `til one or two.
There are guys, of nineteen or twenty,
and they know, just what to do.
Shiny toys, just waitin’ for choosin’,
maybe I’ll pick one... or two!
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ok, funny note. I post my poems on several websites and on Quora, several of my readers lobbied me to change the last line of this poem - to follow the "one or two" theme. So, in a way, the last line is "crowd sourced" - and I must say also much improved =]
Thanks guys!
E Pluribus Unum ~ Out Of Many, One
[Author's note: E Pluribus Unum is a traditional motto of the United
States, but the scope of this poem is intended to be of a more global scale.]
We are farmhands, postal workers, we are rich industrialists
We are pilots, sailors, warriors, mathematicians, scientists
We are doctors, nurses, dentists; taking care of those in need
We are teachers, flight attendants, moms and dads with mouths to feed
We post blogs, develop websites, we are software engineers
We are athletes, video gamers, we're retired volunteers
We are dancers, painters, sculptors, we are actors on the stage
We are clerks, construction workers, pay for night school with our wage
We are high school educated, college maybe, or hard knocks
We are barbers and beauticians, drive a truck or work on docks
We are clergy, civic leaders, wardens at the county jail
Roll in wheelchairs, use sign language, wear prosthetics, read by Braille
We are bankers, tax accountants, proud grandparents, husbands, wives,
We are activists who strive to give our children better lives
We are widows, orphans, childless; we feel sorrow to the core
We are social workers, advocates of justice for the poor
We make music or just listen, sing out loud or softly hum
We are common, we are special, we are those who overcome
We are poets and songwriters, we write letters to our kin
Sharing stories of our life, of where we're going, where we've been
We are those with beating hearts, with flexing muscles, red blood cells
Kidney donors, missionaries, we help dig fresh water wells
We praise God in mosque or church, in synagogue or kingdom hall,
In a temple, or in nature, maybe have no God at all
We are from around the planet, we have skin of every tone
We have short hair, long hair, no hair, kinky hair; we're not alone
We esteem diversity; you value me, I value you
Always with respect for those who hold a different point of view
This, my dream: to be united when it all is said and done
Though we may not be there yet, we share this journey -
We are one.
Written 1 Feb 2022
In it’s magnificent cloak of colors.
Hypnotizing me from my deck.
Reminding me, to trust in God!
That no matter what people think,
His created world, is not a wreck!
Children are born, people do work!
But news paints the world as “ugly.”
We forget there is one leader here.
Invisible, and whose laws to follow.
News, tells us, lies galore and false
truths to follow.
The world will end when God decides
Tis so and not one second before.
Not by fear mongers, crawling all news
and websites.
So please do create beauty with your
pen, at sunset and at dawn.
Nor slam a door in a friendly poet’s
face.
Do not ignore old poet friends,if so~
What are you, in a comment race?
When we use our fellow poets as
make-believe friends.
Tis we, not countries, who are the true,
dark disgrace.
Arrogant,phony oligarchs with pens,
Who write of love, but cannot be true,
to love a poet to the very end!
3-30-2022
What is this strange place we find ourselves in?
Trapped in the open- we are free within.
Somehow the norms we always saw as true-
have been displaced by those we're not used to.
Some rules we follow for our country's sake
no longer held as true, replaced as fake!
A new world order- now our leaders crave-
and yet, within we know we must stay brave.
Free speech, our Bill Of Rights, grants one and all
to speak our minds on all things large and small.
But now, we're punished to express known truth
as those in charge may deem as so uncouth.
The matrix we are asked to now uphold
defies our Constitution's clear-cut mold.
And so we find our ways to follow creeds
our Constitution verifies as needs.
The underground of free-speech websites grant
safe haven for we patriots who can't
express ourselves- the truths we still adhere
without the thought of being silenced-fear.
There, lives support for spreading freedom's spin-
trapped in the open- we are free within.
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
Strange to see the British change their ways
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
Eager faces, animation sweet
Well as it’s free we do not have to pay
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
The staff were kind, the voters were no sheep
They did not need a shepherd for this Play
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
The politicians crippled by conceit
Put fake websites on the net today
I went to vote, the queue ran up the street
I alas am old but I still sweat
The stupidity of gossip is made clear
No-one made a video of my seat
I did not queue, a cripple may shed tears
All I have is sight loss and burnt ears
I went to vote, the queue stood with no light
Smiling, patient people black and white
Farthest in the background is the blue sky
Standing afar is the green ridge mountain
Beneath below is the blue turquoise sea
Near the front view is the white sandy beach.
Looking at the left side is lined nipa huts
Supposed to be beach cabin for vacationers
The ground sand beaches are lined colored umbrellas
Connecting the shoreline are parked boats and sailboats.
The right side view is the same scenario
Where you can appreciate nature's beauty of the sea
Looking all the view makes my heart sing for joy
Inspires me more to love God and believe Him more.
Tropical beauty is truly a rural beauty
For all the people to see and appreciate nature
Notwithstanding the local food and the people's culture
Who truly exemplify true spirit and true hospitality.
The gift from God is a gift to economy
Tourism is one department to boost support
To attract more tourist and develop tourist attraction
Tropical countries endowed the best beaches of the world.
Philippines is one of the tropical countries who has great beaches
Visit our tourism government websites, check our almanac and pride
Inquire to foreigner who have been here, check their everyday blogs
Check our history, check our geography, check our beautiful country.