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Premium Member A Final Farewell To Mom

You didn't have much to offer,
But you offered what you had.
Your life had not been easy,
And sometimes that made you mad.

Common sense was not your wont,
And you made a lot of mistakes;
So you and Daddy argued a lot,
When he tried to put on the brakes.

You refused to be bullied,
Not to be dictated to,
So you bullied everyone else,
To keep them from bullying you.

You didn't mean to be that way,
Didn't want to be filled with spite.
You wanted us to love you,
Though you made it hard to be liked.

As time went on you got older,
Though wiser you never would be.
Your family gathered around you,
To help because you couldn't see.

You made your mistakes,
I guess that's true,
But nobody's perfect,
And I've made mine too.

But you were always there to talk to me.
You were always there to listen.
Now scared and lonely there you sat,
All alone in your kitchen;

Waiting there for Meals-On-Wheels,
To come and make your day.
To talk and pass a little time,
'Fore going on their way;

Hoping that someone will call,
And talk a little while.
When young you were unbending,
And now you're like a child.

Deep down I know your heart was good.
I know you loved us all.
You just didn't know how to show it.
You didn't know much at all.

You never had much schooling,
Could read and write alright,
But that seems where it all just stopped,
And someone just turned off the light.

You just never matured it seemed to me.
You were never able to grow.
In your mind you remained a little girl.
As I grew it began to show.

I finally stopped being mad at you,
For all I suffered through.
You offered me all you had to give,
And all you had was you.

Mom, I want to thank you,
For all you tried to do.
You did the best that you knew how,
And I will always love you.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Dear Racist

You have your roots forgotten
Your perception's now rotten
Noticing oh so sudden
That brother's a great burden

No love for brother or sis
With contempt at them you hiss
And the sharpest point you miss
That racism can't bring bliss

People can be blue, black, white
I can name colours all night
But do remember alright
Only yourself you do fight

Because we all are on par
And you're left behind so far
Still your scars with spite you mar
Frowning at those black as tar

With the same hands, all God made
Watch as you do colours grade
Without love, away you'll fade
For we belong under one shade
© Jesz Ika  Create an image from this poem.

Arent Songs Poetic Too,,, I Suffer

I Suffer.

Girl you know how much I love you,
Your all about everything I do.
Sometimes I am in your dungeon 
For crimes I never did. 
Even when you know its not true.
You still torture me because you want to.

Just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.

Sometimes I want to walk away.
But the thought makes me afraid.
That you would do me more harm by you.
Always I would blame myself for what you would do.
This world needs your beauty more than me.

Just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.


A good day is kissing your face making you smile
laughter with tears down your eyes.
Thats the real you that I see.
Not the woman wanting to hurt me.
One wrong word and you hate with spite
All day wanting a fight.

Just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.

So I stay and put up with your ways.
I compromise in everything every day.
My weakness is my heart is yours.
Even if you constantly close your hearts door.
Maybe one day you will change.
But I dont think you will because.

just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.

Do I love you yes I do.
Would  I die for you yes I will
is my life worthy of you,
Maybe my last breath.
 will show you how true I am to you.

just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Into the Tempest

Splashing, thrashing, wetly crashing
      rages the rolling sea, 
like a dying serpent swirled 
      in waves of misery!

Through stormy gales and black of night,
      these sailors from afar
seek out the dim, faint, speckled glow 
      of heaven's Compass Star.

But howling, howling, madly scowling
       swells the deadly squall
with spite and ire in its briny veins
       to damn them—damn them all!

So far away from home and hearth
       their ship has sailed the seas;
its men seen sights of boon wonders
       with deft and seafaring ease.

Trapped by the foaming, deadly squall;
       the wrath of the ocean
rocks their masts and strikes at their hull
       like Neptune’s winged griffon.

Gnarling, gnarling, viciously snarling
      the squall’s stormy tempests
strike and savagely beat at the
      ship’s wooden bow and breasts.

Alas! Alas! All is now lost
      as soul after drowning soul
lose hope, panic, and then perish
      with HMS The Merry Troll!

The stormy tempests of the squall
      sink, swallow, and devour 
up all without rue or ruth: so scorn
      not the squall's wrathful power!
Form:

A LAMENTATION FOR THE FALLEN PEDESTAL

In days of yore, when wisdom's mantle shone
Teachers were revered, their honor like a throne
Despite meager pay, they earned respect and fame
As bookcraft wise men, guiding learners through life's maze and flame

Parents held them dear, as pointers of truth and light
Learners treated them with care, in morning's golden light
Teachers respected themselves, as models of virtue and might
Their dignity unbroken, like a beacon in the night

But now in Nigeria's land, a different tale is told
Society's regard for teachers, has grown cold
Laws are formulated, to dictate and to bind
Parents disdain and disrespect, with a violent and unkind mind

They storm the schools and homes, with anger and with spite
Beating and abusing teachers, without a glimmer of light
Students follow suit, with scorn and mockery's sting
Teachers, once revered, now abused, and left to cling

To a dignity that's lost, like autumn's fading leaves
Teachers themselves, now beggars, with a slave's pleading eaves
They jump at every opportunity, despite the meager pay
Their self-respect, like shattered glass, in disarray

But still we hope, for a brighter dawn to break
When teachers will be cherished, for the wisdom they undertake
When society will respect, the noble profession they hold
And teachers, once again, will stand tall, with a dignity to unfold

So let us join hands, to make the crooked straight
To restore the honor, of the teaching profession's weight
For when we value teachers, we value knowledge and the mind
And a brighter future beckons, for all humanity to find.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Iterative Charge

Direction or lack there of
As we turn our backs again
On what we should’ve done

Riding the emotional wave
That leads us occasionally
Starring down uncertainty

In the opposite direction
Reason resides waiting for us
Choices contaminate the future

We are sought for leadership
But can merely speculate
Only sharing skewed opinions

Agendas are hidden with spite
Outcomes usually benefit one
Many left looking for answers

A never ending cycle of events
Fueled by continuous hope
Rather an underlying greed

Bestowing us a cloudy future
With a repetitive chain of events
Questions if hope is on the horizon

Without Discipline

Once there was a beautiful boy
blue eyes and snow white skin,
Huge smile melted many hearts
with dimple on his chin.

Innocence enlightened
all who came to see,
With rosey cheeks and baby squeaks
this boy had turned to be...

Spoiled rotten as a child
no discipline for wrong,
Though the adults would not spank him
for once baby did belong.

The teen years were a warning
of future all down hill,
Though no-one seems to care no more
he made his peers all ill.

Marriage, he tried his best
though never was he taught,
When respect is taken
respect it should be brought.

Volatile to his wife
relationship had crumbled,
she disappeared and back not peered
at 'it' that made her humbled.

Though he was sad she left him
he did not understand,
Consequences come about
quite often much unplanned.

Temper could not be controlled
with spite now in his core,
Raging at all others
trouble even more...

Like a puzzle piece which never fit
confinement they arranged,
Ponder some- the baby boy
his life and where it changed.
Form: Rhyme

Quips 4-6-2026

An Ec Dote

All carbs on the table
hunger in the bank
More or less disabled
— nothing in the tank

**

To Simmer Or Boil

Poetry important
prose lesser so
Each word a keystone
to hold or let go

Nothing redundant
no fill in the stew
The meaning dependent
— on stirrings anew

**


Access Denied

Deaf to that ear
Blind to that eye
Numb to that touch
— senses denied

**

Morning Prayer

Conviction relighting
tomorrow’s lost candle ...
Through darkness and doubt
— indecision in flames

**

‘A View From The Bridge’

Lyrical playwright
tragedy staged
Actor’s harmonic
— script to betray

**

Uncomfortable Truth

I’m not 
divorced ...
I’m just not married
— anymore

**

Piercing The Veil

Hearing it 
clearly
Hearing it
plain
Goodbye
is what’s spoken
For all
— you can’t say

**

Crossing Over

Being different
to be different
creates more of the same

True genius
crossing over
redefining the game

When the road
takes a fork
most commonfolk choose

With the Sage
going straight
— indecision removed

**

Ergo Sum

Embracing
what’s presented 
You become
— what you know

**


Fluid Contention

Whisky’s
for drinking
Water’s
— for fighting over

**


Reverso 

So often ...
the dumber you act
— the smarter you think you are

**


To Forgive

You can’t rebuild
a friendship
by ignoring
what’s destroyed

You can’t forgive
injustice
with spite and hate
— deployed

**


Mea Culpability

You don’t have to
agree with me
But you’re responsible
— for your words

**


New Clothes For The Emperor

Sounding smart
over being smart
Dilettante’s pander
— with truth on parade

**

Rising Above

Consensus
on the chopping block
Contention
in the throes
King Solomon
denuding both
Dogmatic
— he bestows

(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When I Faced Monsters

Written: June 20, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon 

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They rose from the stygian seam of night—
a labyrinthine legion, leering with spite.
Their voices are a clangor, a caterwaul choir,
breathe a windy haze, with eyes as molten fire.

I saw in their faces the archetype dread,
the chimera of grief, the brood of the dead.
They came with avidity, eager to rend—
to tear me asunder, to fetch me to wend.

I stood beleaguered, though weary and wan,
My spirit is a dulcet aurora at dawn—
I polished a piece of cloth, a slight deed.
But it glimmered with mettle and creed.

Countless are beasts; masks are ever clean,
They tempt with color, deceive in the scene. 
But kindness, though fragile, is empyrean flame,
an ephemeral elixir that none can defame—

They writhed in grayness and rasped in despair,
Their susurrous curses dissolved in the air.
For even in ruin, in sorrow’s wide store—
a hand that still cares is the myth we implore.

So I met them with silence, scorn, and a smile,
each step through their terror a capacious trial.
And though they remain in the corners of lore—
I walk with the knowledge: they ruled me before.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member No Anchor For Rancour - First Place Contest Winner

Written: July 28, 2023,               No anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest          
                    Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Rancor has no anchor; let it drift away 
Long-lasting rage, bitter and full of spite. 
Release the heart and mind from its heavy sway.
Set the gloom to float; inspire the light to ignite. 

Rancor is a show of weakness to sieve.
A reflection of wounds that ache within,
But if you are not already dead, forgive.
Trust the heart's mending to run its spin
 
Rancor is a weight that burdens the soul.
A poison that seeps into every pore,
But in the quest for bliss, let it scroll
Embrace the earned delight that lies in store.

Aversion and bitterness hold no power.
To bestow forth peace or mend the broken,
They just irritate the cuts, making them sour.
So unleash the venom and let grace be spoken. 

For the artist, hatred, and rancor are useless.
Baggage that hinders the creative soul,
Scrub the mind and let love dwell in the fuscous.
To create art that is pure and whole.

Toleration, the key to harmony embrace,
Mutual indulgence, a bridge to connect,
Religious concord, a state of grace,
Theological rancor is a vex and a defect 

Release the rancor, let it fade away,
Embrace the light that shines so bright.
In forgiveness and love, find your way.
And let your heart soar to anew heights.

No anchor for rancor; let it drift away
Prevailing spleen, satiric, seething with spite,
Untie the heart and mind from its clumsy sway
Let the darkness fade; let the blaze ignite.

Rancor is heavy; it is worldly; leave it on earth
Die light, unburdened by its weight,
Let the pungence glide, anger, and girth,
And rise above, embracing a raw fate.

Hatred and rancor, useless inner turmoil are,
To the artist's soul, they have no worth
Cleanse your spirit, let your creativity soar,
In love and forgiveness, genuine art rebirth
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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