Yesterday is gone
Today to run
Tomorrow will wait
also to smile at
the veteran mocker
or the jubilant joker.
But tears of a clown
always to roll down
with heart beats of the joker :
A veteran mocker.
Dull days are spent by the Joker.
A veteran mocker
amusing the spectators
hiding his tears
flowing continuous
with each heart beat
making himself fool simultaneous,
showing himself ridiculous.
It's his job
none to listen his heart throb :
always to be ridiculed by mob .
Tears of a clown
rolling down
in opulence ,
intense or immense
yet hidden
as forbidden
to express !
His strain and stress
I have been a dark skin man
with a white god
For so long l was groomed
In another man's faith
The sufferance of time
I bared with my teeth out
Beautifying the face of pains
With false smiles
They came in peace
So they say with a meek tone
In the name of religion
and for the sake of their god
Religion, you mocker of wisdom
Like fools we followed
Like sheep led by shepherds
Humble, to the slaughter room
They dimmed the light of our future
and burn our reasoning to ashes
We abandoned our Own trade
to find gain in a blind man's business
O Africa! You forsaken culture
Your gods bleeds out
Daily the ancestors calls
Retrace your steps and return home
Why pray in the tongue of the Arabs
And embrace the Jewish laws
You prostitute your sacred ground
With the Worship of a foreign god
What shall it profit you
To lose your culture and gain the world
Haven't you realize yet
That religion is no solution to the world
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
Why do you mock and insult my words?
You don’t have to like my poetry; I
understand because I prefer Poe.
But shaming and ridiculing what I write is
not right.
When you’re by yourself (your conscious
and God) just you and your thoughts.
Do you feel tall by making others feel small?
Tell me, mocker, who bullied you?
Did you become a bully because you were
bullied too?
Have you forgot how it felt when it happened
to you?
Take a moment and remember and break
the cycle.
We can end the cycle of bullying one person
at a time.
Breaking the cycle is going to start with you
and me.
Before I end this poem, there’s one more thing
I to say, you’re forgiven Mr. or Ms. Bully.
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Trump Further Inspect
When Trump we would further inspect,
Discovered has been a human reject;
Off his rocker,
And a mocker,
As well as dumb ***** we did detect.
Jim Horn
lame outward appear
pinnacle plentiful feet
dang it! that is thread
dang! hundred plus legs!
that is sin to let the pig
into a clean Church!
MISANTHROPE
For Mel, my wordsmith
I miss you my misanthropos
My groucho cynic hermit
But I’m glad you left my life
For now I love a man called Phil
And he loves all that you abhor
Mankind, marriage, me
My kind-hearted Philanthropos
Who I can’t fault for misogyny
Or misology or even misogamy
Misanthropos, I wish you well
I am not the person to misein
And you are still an anthropos
I promised once to love forever,
My doubter, mocker, pessimist,
My sexist anti-feminist…
But:
Enough is finally enough
My Phil and I wish you well
You sourpuss, killjoy, gloomer
I’m off to better futures
You stay here in your shell.
Sin’s Cure
Curtis Johnson
Been around since the beginning of time
It’s older than Methuselah and all mankind
It has concern for neither your life nor mine
It’s often aggravated with a little mix of wine
It’s irresponsible for leaving destruction behind
It might strip us of food, shelter, and every dime
To be dislodged cost a pretty toll
It’s deep down into the human soul
It’s stronger than a wild bull
It’s desires are never full
It can be a mocker,
and also a shocker
It may be as scarlet,
or red like crimson
It can become as wool,
or even whiter than snow
With a touch of The Carpenter’s blood,
love covers sin like an overflowing flood
cj09242016 PS
Whatever shall become of me
I know that God has a Hand in it
I shall not glory
As He is glorified
I shall not be dampened
As He is the lifter of one's spirit
I shall not bow
As He is the only One who can make me bow
And only for Him
I cannot show down
As He said "do not dare me"
Did He say that?
Many times
To me
I shall not bear
As He said "leave the burden on Me"
I shall not see, hear anything that is not of His guidance, spirit
I shall trot, walk
in faithful waters
And not getting my feet wet
How do I do that?
I shall fly high and wide
Like an eagle in the sky
And spread my wings
As He is with me
What more can I share?
I shall do, sew, make the crooked place smooth
Ahh I cannot do such thing
But He can
I shall moo, boo, woo
Nah
None of the others
But I will be shooed
As God does not make the mocker out of man
So I will learn
And know that He is the one who is God
Do I know?
INSTRIDE
My voice is shallow and cannot be heard.
I see with refinement even in crepuscular.
Desultory are my thoughts unraveled,
But my spirit is fulfilled with exuberant joy.
I drag my feet in a halcyon way.
A visceral mocking and a cynical mocker I am.
The snoring, as I travel on feet, was sonorous.
Penumbra was beneath the trees.
An opulent within his aristocratic jealousy,
However, I do not speak of these things.
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Written January 28, 2016!
You have fifty and four blessed territories circa
possessing lots of begging empty acres
but still a beautiful engine-less car
and a first timer in the game of economic poker
still lagging and carrying poverty’s marker
with less than half the needed players, ready for soccer.
Oh Rickets stricken Africa!
Why do your organs turn inwards to be each others mocker?
Grow up and stop remaining a little sucker,
take your life back from the mischievous undertaker
and put a permanent smile on the face of your maker.
Don't believe in dreams
Dreams are for fools
Like a moth drawn to the light
You will be soon drawn, consumed
What you need to believe is reality
And what can you do it today?
If I don't see it, don't convince me of it
because it ain't there
The same thing can be said
for seeing that are but they aren't
Don't believe it
Lest you turned into a mocker
And be mocked
Less about that
You will see it one day
Dreams are for dreamers
And they will stay like that - dreams
Don't want to knock you out into reality
But it is what it is
Just dreams
And just dreams
:) said my piece
Will stop for now
Unless I feel like preaching
But I don't
I am preaching to a choir
You guys already believe
My fault
I am gonna get going here
Dreams... forget it
The sky so dark yet the moon so bright
Observing my footsteps on this splendid night
Like a stalker, walker and mocker of my shadows flight
I look at her beauty without a single flaw on sight
A Mockingbird
Outside My Window Sill
Said "Come Play With Me
if You Will
The Day Is Free
The Day Is Fair
So Come Play With Me
if You Dare" ...
Its Tune Was Catchy
Its Song Was Sweet
It Wasn't The Usual
Tweet - d - Tweet
So I Ventured Out
To The Mockingbird
But It Was Wayward
To Its Words
Now It Sat Drinking
On The Curb
With A Whip-Poor-Will
Quite Unperturbed
It Didn't Mind
It Had Got Caught
It Jeered & Said
"Its Not My Fault!
You Took Too Long
In This Fine Weather
So I Found Me Another
Bird-of-A-Feather"
Then The Mockingbird
& The Whip-Poor-Will
Flew Wings Into
A Nearby Field
But Mocker Kept Messaging
With Consummate Skill
So Now I Don't Trust
A Mockingbird's Trill
And Its Like Gregory Peck's
Movie I Saw & Heard ...
That I Now Want ...
'To Kill A Mockingbird'
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Tarnished or burnished, of late from the store.'
reflections of glimmers..a world, outside my door..'
At shards of perception, I squint and I peer."
through the air, my conception still.' much is unclear )
you blandly gaze cold , though re-sending suns rays
a friend without compunction? a mocker of age..
you dazzle the nations; or just one person at a time..'
a help to boxers, of't the ballet! & street artists 'in mime'
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
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