Motive:
jealousy twisted into a desire for power,
Systems built from broken trust,
Superiority sourced by those who exude it,
Blood spilled from the hands of those who are black
Empires built from false prophecy
Lies cultivated from the weeds of projected self-hatred
Motive - the white man to appear as the superior race
Alibi:
The fragility of whiteness,
The acidic tears of the white woman,
The weaponisation of power by the white man,
The homemade, home-baked stereotypes - to divide
Propaganda pieced together with the glue of prejudiced policies -
Weaving deceit to narrate harmful ideologies of blackness
The portrayal of victimhood, for the picture of white innocence,
The abuse of power, to abuse black people
Alibi - racial killings masquerading as self-defence
The defence rests
Prosecutors sweat
The judge, blinded by bias
The jurors , all white
The verdict:
Not guilty -
By reason of fear of colour
Acquitted
Now freedom awaits -
For the white man, now he can do it again
Accept what is in ur play
Don't be grey
Keep going on the ray
Have your say
No pressure to stay
Do not let your mind sway
Follow your way
Be happy anyway
My timid heart is at a standstill
Quiet through her gentle whisper
She gazes my way with disquietude
Can this be?
She empathizes with my habitual dolor?
Are we one and the same?
Her beauty reflects her buried affliction
Her coming and going reflects her astuteness
Her downfall of fallacy attests to her reality
The persistence shines upon her personality
Truth prevails through her love for humanity
Written: December 25, 2023 For Silent One Contest
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Plum blooms coated the lawn floor,
Swept from trees by wind abhor
Stars ne'er root me much concern
I'm quite taut with Earth discern
Stars, as blooms, are grand to glance
That display crowns a drudge stance
A sprout holds a wealth insight
I deem beat to view fruits sight.
Let situations
Be your motivation
For restoration.
With acclamation.
Let no aberration
Nor excoriation,
Disturb your focus.
Stay put in your direction.
There's more to it than meets the eye,
A look we can't deny.
Beneath the surface, a hidden plan,
A secret scheme, a hidden hand.
Behind every smile, every word,
A motive, a mission, is inferred.
A hidden agenda lies within,
A purpose that's not always seen.
Sometimes it's for good, sometimes for ill,
A hidden agenda can't be still.
It moves and shifts, it's never clear,
A game of chess, a strategy near.
It's the unspoken words that reveal,
The true intent that we conceal.
A hidden agenda can be sly,
It can deceive, it can belie.
It's a double-edged sword we wield,
A weapon that can't be easily healed.
A hidden agenda can be a trap,
A snare that we can't escape from, in a snap.
But it can also be a force for good,
A way to help, a way to understood.
A hidden agenda can be kind,
A secret that can heal the blind.
So be careful with the hidden plan,
For it can lead to either ban or fan.
Choose wisely, and use it well,
For the hidden agenda can cast a spell.
© Roseline Sunday
22/03/023
Find out Jang can one's motive,
When ones glances are furtive.
Then,Jang can reach secret heart
And bare lay it like A chart
Veiled thoughts soon to him native:
The ones you wouldn't out give...
Catch I can next man's motive
From his mood that got pensive,
From sounds suddenly plosive;
"No money for pledged votive"
Looks that towards a roof dart
You don't need to ask:"what's that?"
It's all there on a charged face
With gross thoughts having a race:
The purse-tight lips of Fred Prize
Jang can see wish to be wise!
Loosen now his tight valves.
You do nothing by halves
Not like you've bruised his calves
While he's not got what salves...
His tube deflate through valve:
With six-inch nail hit valve,
The air in tube to halve;
When cops into it delve,
Say "A case of mad valve!"
Ask me my opinion:
It's a heart cast- iron:
A daring to pinion
The arms of one's union,
Dues slicing like onion
In Crowned Lion's Union.
Until universities' unions
Unite unrelentingly ulcerates
Unleashing unspeakable ugly urge
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
A prime minister of Land Down Under -
from her role she had been put asunder.
I've been reading of texts
and jokes made of her sex,
but about her I still have to wonder . . .
I surmise mostly Aussies would know
more exactly why she was let go,
I sure wish I knew
that at "Beyond Blue"
she was doing kids good. Do you think so?
April 17, 2022
For Joe Maverick's contest regarding Julia Gillard. Title is to be same as the name of this contest.
It's the best I could come up with from my research but I do not understand
Australian politics very well.
Rain falling
Wind blowing
Snug under the duvet
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
Thought about murder
Had no motive; no reason
Needed not an opportunity; nor means
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
My feet were warm
My bladder was empty
The alarm clock was set
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
Just a thought; about murder
A thought about a perfect murder
Thought about appearances, juries and judges
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
I wasn’t ill-intentioned
No wrongs on my mind
Snug under the duvet
Four heartbeats and just a moment from sleeping
Thought about the election
Character assassination
Losing gratitude
Suddenly sleepless; under the duvet
what was going
through your
mind when
you tied
her to
the
tracks
i think i can
i think i can
Motive
[...] corações bondosos
são os jardins,
pensamentos amáveis
são as raízes,
palavras amáveis são as flores
ações amáveis são os frutos.
Em resumo:
você pode motivar melhor
com palavras gentis
do que com um chicote.
be my engineer
heat me to
boiling
open my mouth
stoke my fire
shoveling
words in
but save
one
chunk of
coal that
was
heated
but now
has cooled
and as is time
for all time
this will be
ours as coal
becomes a
diamond
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