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Times were hard – that is what they said
When they told me about their early years -
before I was there, their son
Filled with the hunger of youth, the lust
For life, passion – the truth
Times were not easy – and I could tell
Life had been a journey
Through fears, tears and years
Between rocks and hard places, through
Darkness and dread, doubts
That left them with questions
And uncertainty that bled through the
Joy that longed to give them hope
Wipe the slate clean, so they might see
What love reveals when it stills
The beating of heart who is living
With a past that is so unforgiving
Times were hard – and their souls bled
From the wounds they’d acquired
Damage that couldn’t be settled
With bandages or dressings that might
Seem like the thing to do
When pain erases all the good
Times were hard – but they never let go
The blessings that comforted, the ones
That soothed and uplifted,
Blessings of love that came from believing
Despite the worries that erases hope
Despite the struggles that bring mistrust
Despite all the differences that came along
To destroy their faith, their joy, their peace
They found a way to believe in their hearts
That His love would see them through
Cleaning the slate so that they could find
The beautiful secreted
Beneath the darkest of nights
Times might have been hard, but they knew
With love, they could travel
This world with one assurance –
Light and love comes alive inside those
Who know that the struggle
Is actually a blessing in disguise
Because when He decides to erase the pain,
Hearts have so much to gain –
As He wipes away the past, there is a promise
That, with time – these will only become
Memories of hard times, memories
That assure hearts – they can survive
They have what it takes to face their hurt
And, despite the damage, venture
Into the future with assurance that,
With love – anything is possible,
And everything, surely, will be made good again
He cleans the slate every morning
When we wake to the new dawn
Lift our eyes to the fresh thoughts
Delight in the beauty of our hopes
He is love and as long as we live, we know
His love is the truth that reassures
In spite of hard times, there is so much good!
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Blank Slate
February 7, 2023
Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/
Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/
I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/
Chattel ghosts are after me so I can’t afford to be an absentee/
That’s the way it has to be. Many died for my right to choose/
Even if I don’t like the dudes, I must vote, despite the mood/
Despite my feelings that elections do little to bring changes/
Choosing sadists with king wages as their armies sing praises/
Imitation sages. Thinking their group rhetoric is visionary/
Ideas as basic as having sex in positions missionary/
Political dysentery. This system has always been infected/
Vote’s been subjective since the first slave owner’s been elected/
I’ve been neglected and I don’t have the dough to get noticed/
One of the faceless voters. A pawn used in racist quotas/
I face disorder but I’m weighed down by a chaotic tapestry/
Guilty of blasphemy as I elect the next masonic majesty/
The honest travesty is the reality that we’re all expendable/
The poor’s reprehensible as the rich’s laws are extensible/
Democrats more sensible? They all come blunt? I doubt it/
Republicans don’t like me. At least they’re up front about it/
Our wisdom’s clouded. We can’t see their both on the same team/
With the same dream/
Get as much as they can then wipe the slate clean/
This bipartisan system doesn’t allow new voices to surface/
The powers that be, when faced with new choices, get nervous/
They’re hired to serve us, but we transformed them into royalty/
Despite what we feel morally, parties demand total loyalty/
Pay raises quarterly as their conduct grows more disorderly/
Abhorring me and the very few civil laws supporting me/
I don’t mean to be apathetic about the electoral process/
Keeping tabs on the government is an acceptable obsess/
A myth like Lochness? Is Democracy just a pipe dream?/
I must vote to find out. No matter how pointless it might seem...
Form:
One of the oldest from of advertising the world has ever seen
Based on reputation of a person, either good or bad
It can be kind of slow or right threw a town like wildfire
Put one out of business or wipe the slate clean
Be the best news in the world or it can be pretty sad
One thing about it, it will never expire
Several years back, I was living in a small cow town
It was in West Texas, the only thing that changed was the breeze
Everyone knew everyone's business, but still they would talk
Had only one sidewalk to roll up when the Sun when down
Most everyone's attitude was do as you please
Years went by time never changed on the court house clock
Old man Livingston, had the hardware store and mercantile
Sold guns, coyote traps, even had some knitting yarn
Most everything under the Sun, probably had some moonshine in the basement
If you stayed there long enough he would make you a deal
Even had cats to get rid of mice in your barn
Told a traveling sign painter one day, " I am the advertising department"
The sign painter pulled up in an old station wagon jalopy of a rig
Filled with half empty paint cans, saw the old sign outside
"Mr Livingston, your old sign could use some paint from what I see"
"No Sir, on advertising I am not very big"
"See folks from around these parts know me far and wide"
"I will tell you my secret and I think that you will agree"
"See the first time they come in, they try to get me in the end"
"They think that they are going to get a bargain"
"And I even throw in some things for the wife"
"Then I figure up the total, Damn Livingston I thought that you were a friend"
"I give them a big old screwing, they are still trying to get even"
"And that way Son, I have them coming back for life"
Form:
Bathe beneath a monochrome
light
Be that sun , rainbow or moon
light
And place yourself front and
centre preferably in the very middle
For the sole purpose of securing
Some form of hope for your foreseeable future
And reeducate your ears to listen
Switch them back onto
Mono not stereo setting
So you are then enabled to let
Old forgotten familiar sound back in
Rid yourself of anything causing
you any form of discourse or displeasure
Then wipe the slate clean and dust yourself off
In order so you can tackle your
fears and get back on that horse
as soon as is humanly possible
Before your mind eventually
tricks and scares you enough
From being able to do it so you
end up eventually
Giving up and quitting on yourself
Until you can or are no longer
able to hear the rumbling impending thunder cracks
Is able to steal the light right from
under you
And prevents you from creating
fresh new memories each and
every day
That will serve you well in the
future just incase old ones created
Eventually may fade away over time
down the line
And if nothing else or no other reason
Than to prove to your own self
That as long as you have your
health
Are still breathing alive and kicking
Try living and never put off anything
till tomorrow that you can do today
Just incase heaven forbid one
night you go to bed and fall asleep
And die before you wake
President Donald Trump
The voting was done,
and Donald Trump won.
So many are glad,
yet quite a few mad.
Voters have spoken...
fix what is broken,
and wipe the slate clean
though hard it may seem.
Democracy rules
to give us new tools
find creative ways
to better our days.
Oft old status quo
is no way to go.
Outsiders at times
can shape new designs
to better the plight,
and shed brighter light.
Think...Ronald Reagan...
values mistaken...
an outsider too,
despised by a few.
This Hollywood star
met President's bar
at last to become
a great number one.
Yet, Trump, right or wrong
is mocked by the throng;
no credit he wins
by those fake-news spins...
on what he's achieved,
they shape unperceived.
Okay, there are things
that agita brings,
and some just can stand
his tweets out of hand.
He is what he is...
perhaps too much fizz,
but gets the job done
and tells you he won.
Our nation at heart...
and zeal off the chart,
let's give him a break...
in backing, partake.
Unity's needed
peacefulness pleaded.
Let's give him a chance
with a cheerful stance.
November 12, 2016 (revised February 5, 2019)
For Contest, 'President Trump',
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Deep in the night, in the well of my dreams
I'm here all alone, and the silence is long...
I'm engulfed by old songs and memories of
the life never lived, the words never said,
the fears that grow strong,
the things I might dread,
and the stories unread
There's a whirlwind of dust
which blows through my head
Perhaps this is slumber and I wear a new face
Shades of a fire, and the smoke of the night
Have shadowed the things that are real, maybe not
Tomorrow I'll wake, with the first breath of dawn
I'll wipe the slate clean, start all over again
Rewrite all the pages, I never began
Take a road never taken, that waving mirage
as seen through the mist, where always, it's been
I have been a young child, afraid of the dark
There's a fork in the road, I am playing new parts
Something came in the night, something sparked a new flame
Heroic and fearless, ........I will wake with the day
I will find a new trail that will show me the way
I'll not bend like the trees bowing over in wind
I'll not bend like the wheat strands, or the flames of the fire
Standing tall in the light, I will feel a new me
I will feel a new power, to be me, .... just be me!
___________________________________________
For the contest sponsored by Verlena Walker
10/26/14
God Isn't Mad At You
From the rolling hills of the plains of Colorado
To the sea to shining sea
We can trust in Jesus & sing a sweet homily
It's not based whether were good enough cause we all fall to the extreme
Shadows block the promises out of mere darkness people scream
Through light with the love sent from heaven up above
Sullen price to a cost that was for you & me
Let us humbly bow the knee
God isn't mad at you no matter what you have done
Wearing great chains on your back with a heart that's often numb
We have built great pyramids in the sky to sing a nice tune you see
God's love for you is the great eternal constant amidst the insecurities
When you sin just turn to him then he will wipe the slate clean
As you sit then set your case in a world that is mean
The current is rolling from the ocean type of scene
Satan's ploy is for you to enjoy earth's pleasure for a season
Having to pay the ultimate price without having any reason
The choice is yours whether we win or lose
Now which pathway in this life will you be willing to chose
For he's not a man that he should lie just turn to Jesus in the sky
My one last plea is from me to you go run to God all other paths are through
Clear your mind of preconceived notions
because we're about to set things in motion
there are a few things that need clarified
if you want to remain by my side
Always popping off with what you please
well let me set your mind at ease
The things you claim hold little truth
makes me question what you do
Wipe the slate clean and free your mind
look at me with your loved filled eyes
The die was rolled the void filled up fast
separating the future from the past
You thought you knew me & I knew you
but what we thought just wasn't true
Clear the turmoil in which you stew
and see me with eyes anew
From experiences that were lived
we both have much love still to give
At this rate, we are at a draw
no more entanglements with Johnny Law
I lack the energy to compete
with random bimbos from the street
I am not wanting another man
No need for you to grandstand
Helpless whispers in the night
I only want to do what's right
My soul is craving righteousness
and I want for us to do our best
So shut your eyes and clear your mind
then open them up and feel the vibes
Will you ever truly know me
Let the bad thoughts go and we will both see
so can you ever be free from
those whom you thought you
did your best to leave in the
past?
certainly only senility may be
compassionate enough to
wipe the slate clean,
but what about those who have
gone, or who were shoved off
by you yourself,
in a moment of weakness,
in a moment of hopelessness,
in a moment of passionate
youthful
dismay,
all knotted up like stressed-out
muscles?
for we both know,
you & i,
that there are no second chances in
this thing &
we will all be dead so fast
that to cling onto something so far
gone,
seems so irrelevant now,
but in the moments of deepest
depression,
in the moments of aging bewilderment,
further stress & illness,
all those who revealed themselves
to be sympathetic to our cause,
to be
nice to us, in the very least,
come pulsating vibrantly to the
forefront of the mind &
when we reach out with our
fingertips,
needing to speak only a few words,
needing to make some sort of
connection
with someone with whom we
thought we had done something
right,
in the midst of this horribly indifferent
&
utterly brief
ridiculousness,
we’d be lucky to hold that dream in the
recesses for more than a couple minutes
after waking up in the
morning.
Never forsake the lineage in which we
originated from because
the ancestors are watching us
Their eyes are on the sparrow
anticipating us to soar into
our excellence
Wash ourselves in their royalty
while remembering they were
kings and queens long before
they became slaves and strange fruit
Society wants to wipe the slate clean of
our heritage by pruning the limbs
of our family trees
waiting in the shadows for the
opportunity to kill it at the root
We cannot allow someone else's antidote
poison us with amnesia that may
cause us to forget the power
of our inheritance
We are much stronger
than they care to know
We must use our pens to flex the
muscle of our minds
Granting permission to build strength
enabling us to balance the truth
on our shoulders
Lets stand our ground and never fold
claim our titles as griots
and let our stories be told
It's up to us to lose the fear
Use the ink in our veins to
to go against the grain of
the lies they expect us to swallow
and washed down with our pride
--LaLa
©4-3-2020