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Premium Member Burning Bush

While tending his flocks at the mountain of God,
There, Moses encountered a circumstance odd.

A bush was on fire, or so he presumed,
But nary a branch of it: charred or consumed.

This caught his attention; he turned there to gawk,
When all of a sudden, it started to talk!

God called out to Moses as Moses drew near;
He said, “Moses, Moses!” Replied, “I am here!”

God said, “Do not draw near to where I am found,
And take off your sandals; you’re on holy ground.

The God of your father and Abraham, too,
And Isaac’s and Jacob’s God; all these I knew.”

Then Moses, this shepherd, then leaned on his crook.
He buried his face; he was too scared to look.

“My people’s afflictions have come to my eyes;
I know of their sufferings; I’ve heard their cries.

I’ve come to deliver them from Egypt’s hand
And bring them up out to a broad and good land

Where honey and milk flow, a wonderful site;
There’s just this small issue of all of those ‘ites.

Moses, I’ve heard all their cries and their pleas,
And you're my selection to help set them free.”

Then Moses balked big, said, “LORD, I’m not equipped
To lead Israel from the land of Egypt.”

“I will be with you, Mo; here is your sign;
You’ll all worship me on this mountain of mine.”

“When I go to the children of Israel,
What name do I tell them? Who sent me? Do tell.”

“Say, ‘the God of your fathers, of Abraham,
Of Isaac, of Jacob: I AM WHO I AM.’

Just go, they will listen, for you are my voice,
And Egypt as well, for they don’t have a choice.

When push comes to shove and I stretch out my hand,
They’ll give gold and silver, so you’ll leave their land.”

(from Exodus 3)
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet


White privilege

White privilege 
The ability to exist Without fear
The ability to walk down the streets 
And not jump at every siren
To not calculate every move
And overthink every word
Because in out world
Our existence gets us killed 
And in your world a red carpet is rolled at your feet

Your privilege ignites your ignorance
And in a world where all your needs are catered to
You are lucky enough to get a choice 
Of freedom 
Of rights 
Of the ability to not care about anything that doesn't affect you 

Who else benefits from white privilege
Non other than non black poc
Because they are closer to white than we will ever be
After all when push comes to shove 
They will choose white over black
Because people will always gravitate to power 
And with power comes security 
So it's all man for himself 
Until everyone else needs help 
Then all of a sudden we want to protect ourselves
Then we are labelled as the selfish ones

Privilege is an asset few can only have 
Like an elitist club only a few can join
And if you're not one of them
You better watch your back 
After all it is an exclusive club
Where white reigns 
And black is used as an insult
And where compliance puts you on the vip list
Unless you're black
Made to rejoin the line at the back
And if we had a problem with that 
Well if history has told us anything defiance is not an option

Premium Member Before You Throw In the Towel

~ Before you throw in the towel ~ 

Your pen is full of ink
   The paper on which you think

as fresh as a mountain stream
   All that remains is to dream

of a subject, a theme, a raison d'etre
   with built-in rhyme, rhythm and 'metra'

This shouldn't be so unspeakably hard
   yet I suppose every minor and major-league bard

has moments when he's ready to throw in the towel
   or just glare at the moon, and begin to howl...

That's it! Go out there and howl at the moon
   Surely then you'll sing a different tune

'Coz when push comes to shove, it's all about mood
   and though it sounds trite, a good attitude...

So, write your heart out, my friend 
   Let all your hair hang way down
Your poems will be the toast of the town
Form: Couplet

Fat Sams Dancing Place

there’s a special little door
at the bottom of our street
that only can be seen 
by those with dancing feet
for those not in the know
it’s just a wall of bricks
but you should see what happens
in response to soft shoe kicks

there’s a little misty shimmer
then a transparent space
and suddenly you’re through
to fat sam’s dancing place
a multi dimensional happening 
lodged between hyper spatial nodes
or just in plain english
a dimensional criss cross roads

you can dance a hoochie
with an alien life form
bipedal hominoids
are here just not the norm
they are dancing on the ceiling
on all the walls and floor
at fat sam’s dancing place
up and down don’t matter any more

the room stretches on for ever
yet really its so small
if fact some of us think
it isn’t really there at all
oh i’m in seventh heaven
rocking to an alien rave
when push comes to shove
i’m just a jive addicted slave

when its time to leave
just thinking it does the trick
the slightest little tremor
and you’re outside that wall of brick
sometime i even wonder 
if things are as they seem
or is it just a fantasy
and i am in a dream
fat sam’s dancing place
where alien life forms meet
thrugh that special little door
at the bottom of our street
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shocking reality

Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion 
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling 
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence 
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter 
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade 
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove 
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view 
identifying grave error surrounding values 
many in this world today are complete frauds 
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent 
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side 
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward 
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive


Lose Touch

4/7/22


When push comes to shove 
On and on I trudge
Never reyling on anything below or above
People still judge
Always giving a fudge
And out for blood
At one point I was looking for love
Now I turn to the alcohol and drugs
And struggle with funds

f***ed up drunk and too lit
I overdo it
In a world that can be ruthless

I always drink and smoke too much
Then I start to compute stuff
But with reality, I lose touch

Every single color of the spectrum, not just black and white
Day and night
Life is beautiful yet ugly
Trust me

If you don't care
You'll get nowhere
Never go there

This all is not just from an alcoholic's view
Does well to follow through
It really all does fall on you
Disagree, argue or call it true

Staying streetwise
Won't get far with a weak mind
Told y'all more than three times
That each time
I'll be fine
No need for a peace sign
Don't care about all of the cheats and lies
If you look into these eyes
I need mine
Before it's too late, heed my
Words among humans and animals like felines
On either side of the tree line
And creek side

As time continues coursing
Warning
A storm is forming
During any weather, whether or not it's cold or warming
The same could be said for night and morning

Across the lands
Always willing to dig deep when it got bad
Never went according to and was not planned
Took more than a strong hand
No concern about being 'god damned'
As an honest man
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Internal construction

Today speaking to someone Holy and reverend 
all the research I had done for many years 
it was answered like speaking to God easing a burden 
heart to heart we shared something deeply considered special 
Many moons I have searched for answers knowing the truth
where there is no smoke without fire 
It tells a tale to a soul searching by itself 
the questions asked am I on the right road not judging but heeding the Words written by our doctors 
Out of charity speaking in direction knowing sinful characters 
how much Love does it take to speak from wisdom 
so many have become shallow supporting evil ways 
The blind always claim to be victims of condemnation 
one thing for sure happiness is the peace of mind praying 
The left will never be right when push comes to shove 
satan has the power we give him over us 
who wants to know the truth or keep living in the lie 
denying the common good its rightful place

Love On the Rocks

Love on the rocks



I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong

Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she put down her knitting, and looked
She bade me come here
There was no sign of fear
And from that moment on I was hooked

So we sat and we chatted for hours
We talked about that and of this
Then after a while
She gave me a smile
And she bent down and gave me a kiss

I’ve got to admit I was smitten
It was love, at first sight there’s no doubt
Laying there on the sand
With her hand in my hand
I decided that I’d ask her out

She couldn’t walk far on her flipper
So we picnicked alone on the coast
We ate crab meat and cod
And although it was odd
The pudding was seaweed on toast

We’d sit on the rocks on the seashore
She would dangle her tail in the pool
Then one dark starry night
There was something not right
For our passion had started to cool

Now sadly our love affair’s over
You may say I am strange if you wish
But when push comes to shove
What scuppered our love
Was the constant aroma of fish
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

Propagandize

12/30/22

Look into these sad eyes
Beyond my damn mind
God I don't even need to ask why
I'm always the bad guy
Constantly drunk and high
Will it ever be the last time?
They still propagandize
So quick to react and lie
Why does an honest man try?
They just backstab and pry
Because they lack spines
Fake asses 
Snakes in the grasses
Continually I take chances
Before I capsize
Then flatline
I'm going to listen to these magpies
In the end that's fine

I'm always around some mutts
With a gun tucked
Near a pair of nunchucks
When push comes to shove
I'd truly love love
Yet all these people are out for bloodlust
My name continually dug up
Typical that they judge much
Getting sick of this dumb stuff
From sundown to sunup
Always out to belittle and tell you what's what

Sure they're similarities, but we don't live the same life
They always want me to take advice
Because I constantly pay the price
Now ain't that nice
Since you were just trying to prove your point, all day and night
This very well may surprise
When I break the ice

They always think it's sweet
Not all lifeforms transmit heat
Found out the other side of the hill is bleak
Among all these pipsqueaks
Humans still cheat
Lately, I've been on a killstreak
For a long time was up s****'s creek
Anything I could find I did eat
I keep to myself because too often I was with sheep
Form: Rhyme

Black people vs the world

No your burdens are not for us to carry 
We know your game 
You fake a smile 
Bat your little eyelashes 
Pretend you care 
Then reveal your true motive 

You want us to fight your battles for you 
But when we need help
On your end all we hear is silence
While you sit back and watch the violence
Unfold while you ignore our calls 
For someone to care about our people 

You try and manipulate the situation 
Cry your fake tears as manipulation
And beg for compassion
You people of colour should stick together 
But the responsibility to keep you safe 
Always falls on black people 

You claim we're allies 
But we don't want your performative smiles 
Just for you to go ' blind '
To a black persons cries 
So why are you surprised 
When we sit back and rest
And your not gonna make us feel guilty 
For the same things you've done to us
So instead of relying on us for comfort 
How about you become accountable
For your actions 
Because you've seen what the world has done 
And still choose to not help us
And then get mad at us, you are so hypocritical 
And say we're the problem
Even though you are a person of colour
Know some of the struggles 
Because when push comes to shove 
You'll choose whiteness over blackness
And what's even more sicker 
You participate in killing us
Just to get bonus points 
From white people 
So when you ask for help, just know that we're done

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