in this
dystopic
nation
masked thugs
tear
babies
from their mothers' arms
raking them
off the streets
disappearing
inheritors of the kingdom
you who believe
in the ever-after
there will be
a time after
when evil visits the evil
payday
isn't always Friday
I can't wait to
write a poem then
a poke in your
blind eye
How does it feel to be a man? Let me resonate the ways.
I can't hide myself from the depression and anxiety
Not needing time where I knew nobody and their barking words
And the pain of a man goes unnoticed.
I face the tides of total silence, and I had to log off
As the password changed, and I wandered off the streets
They took my kindness and threw it disgustingly back into my face.
It hurt me to leave but was killing me to stay.
Avoiding the times that I cried with liquor bottles on the floor
Not allowed to feel, be real, explain, express as I lose the upper hand.
Calling me pathetic, trash, weak always broke me into my knees
As the page of my story got ripped out and thrown in emotional flames
But in my honesty, a sense of hatred isn't an option
Only God helps me with my grief and healing.
Animals Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Snowball painted my life with all hearts
He would fill our canvas with his love
For twelve years we played our parts
Like two little angels from above
That were married like a ball to a glove
How a little Maltese captivated me
He was so faithful, sincere, and true
He would jump onto my lap and knee
And scamper to my sock and shoe
Nose sniffing my body through and through
He loved to play outside in the yard
We played, danced, and skipped to his treats
Yet his eyes would always be on guard
Barking at the passersby off the streets
And lapping at the sparrow's tweets
Twelve years we lived like husband and wife
The paintbrush of life rolling with the days
It was the happiest time of my life
Until the sun kneeled down in a blaze
I yelled, saw redness, and cried as he lays
I promise to do more than escape…
I promise to leave behind my blazing light to keep the others safe.
The power of a hundred people reaching their own peak.
Trying to grasp shadows, the flickering lights leave us weak.
Left to lie on the floor as if we are pestilence.
We would rather be in the twisting alleys than listen to their insistence.
Some days I wonder if we were picked off the streets at random…
Or if we were each chosen to be altered in this room.
The faster the clock ticks
The faster my heart beats
The lights got me feeling sick
And facing defeat
Words splashed across the wall
From splattered vomit this morning
A monument to all who said I'd fall
If I died would they all be mourning?
It's selfish but I did it to me
Drink after drink after drink
Now I'm stuck on an island in a lonely sea
My only options to swim or sink
So tired of chasing the buzz
Life got me messed up and depressed
As if in pursuit like the fuzz
Arresting me so that I confessed
My heart is a breeding ground
For poison and hate
The leftovers of a good man to be found
Killed by himself, what a fate
On my bed I'm shaking and sobbing
My head twisting and spinning
As I tremble my temple is throbbing
From a lost decade of sinning
The faster the clock ticks
The faster my heart beats
And I'm running out of tricks
To keep my butt off the streets
I'm getting the poison out for good
Because this may be my last chance
In this dark and dilapidated neighborhood
I've got to get out and give life one last dance
Get right with the creator...
Teach your kids how to fish.
Give EVERYBODY a second chance or even a third.
(That's if they're not too vicious).
After that, you're wasting your-breath- my dirty dime.
Do hire more GOOD police; they're quite necessary.
To keep the hell hounds off the streets.
Thin out the Neapolitan herd of:
STRAWBERRY KNEED race-baiting politicians.
BLACK-HEARTED MEDIA HEADS.
Billowing out the pale sludge of lies and half-truths.
Thin out the GREEN-EYED OLIGARCHS.
Greasing the souls and crotches of politicians.
Do promote peace within your family.
Don't paint people in your backwash of hate...
The community will bud-cities will bloom...again.
Tend to your teeth -a smile will naturally follow.
A smile can make all the difference.
....and did I mention, get right with God.
We'll all be better off...somewhat.
As I sit in my seat
My life is complete
As I look down to the ground
My target I have not yet found
Nor will it be, at least not by me
Because for me at least
In my ejector seat
That doesn't matter
I get in quick
Drop the bombs
Release the missiles
Stick the afterburners on
I am such a hero back at home, as they blast far below
Taking life and limb of those I don't know
I never see faces
I never see life
I care not for human strife
I see nothing, I don't want to see
As I sit in my seat
Your house may be gone
Your children shattered
But none of that
To me matters
As I am a coward
A Russian coward in my seat
That kills indiscriminately
All of those I never see
So best stay in your cellars
And stay off the streets
As I just hope we never meet
Because you then might just kill me
>>>
When this is over, Putin and his kind need to hang, very slowly..
God bless Ukraine
DAMO
Did you run towards danger
When others ran away
Did you comfort a mother crying
When death visited her that day
Did you stand for the right
When others melted away
Did you hold as sentinel
Keeping danger at bay
Did you take them off the streets
When they were outside the law
Did you stand on oath in court
As you were attacked to the core
All these things I remember now
That old age is visiting me
For I know what is needed
To live in the sun and be free.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I glanced at him on his knees, donning tears and a robe.
Wiping bullets and blood off the streets.
He slowly made his way toward the broken business zone.
A worn carpenter's belt in tow.
A soft light was around him.
The crowd began to grow.
He helped the last hatter board up his store.
A nail between his teeth.
Broken glass and bottle caps
played taps to a windy city beat.
He placed a few signs in the ground.
That said, vote for candidate faith, believe in the divine.
His time was up; it was time for him to go.
Once again, he was called back home.
As he left, he turned around and simply said.
"Love one another... greatly".
Black, black
Born black
Head to toe black
Back black, side black, cock black
Every inch black
Midnight without a star,
Black Friday, black Saturday, every day black male
Black out from home
Black in the pen
Ba, ba, black sheep off the streets
Whack, whack stocked against black Jack
Black hair, black beard
Pirate, attack black
Rat-a-tat, payback
Skin shine, melanin design, black Knight
Black Friday night
Who must you be honest with?
What is the meaning of honestly?
When is it right to lie n hurt on purpose?
Where can we find real honesty?
Why is honesty so important in life?
Who are you running from?
What are you running from?
When is it time to turn and fight?
Where is your inner courage?
Why has it taken so long to turn n fight?
Who are the real victims of society?
What is a proper society?
When will society repay the victims?
Where will a broken society take us?
Why is our society so broken?
Who can help a homeless person with nothing in return?
What does that mean to that homeless person?
When can we start to help, not just a homeless person, anyone?
Where does this homeless person go to eat?
Why can't this homeless person get off the streets?
Who ever has the strength and courage should fight to fix and better our broken society!
What ever needs to be done must be done!
When ever we start we can never stop!
Where ever we must go to do this, we must go!
Why you ask? Because it's the right thing to do!
They say "stay in school kids!"
Wow!
How easy it is just to attend class
after class and class.
They went to school,
Not each one of them but most of them.
Some privileged with fund or jobs.
None were from home, none were from my home
my low and no income home
Stay in school kids,
easier said than done
Stay in school kids,
all the rich kids are cool,
Stay in school kids,
all the cool kids are on drugs.
Stay in school kids,
try to be cool like the cool kids.
Stay in school kids,
you're too poor to be cool
Stay in school kids,
study, study, hard.
Stay in school kids,
you will graduate and get a job.
Stay in school kids,
your job doesn't make you cool.
Stay in school kids,
your job keeps you off the streets.
Stay in school kids,
you now are safe.
To stay in school kids,
you need to go to school.
To go to school,
a price must paid.
Too bad you can't afford the price.
Too bad you don't have a job.
You don't have a job?
you should have went to school.
But how can you go to school?
if before school a price must be paid.
The kids are off the streets
There are new lessons to learn
They are back at school once again
To feed their brains in order to earn
Another year to sharpen their skills
Teach them to move towards the light
Open those books and study
In order to make their world bright
theres two types of gangs to join
you dont have to flip a coin
to know which one that you need
once gets you in trouble
the other helps you succeed
the gang at school is called a club
it keeps you off the streets and drugs
so do what i did and be strong
by choosing right clubs, and not wrong
like the smoking council where i taught
kids what would happen if they thought
cigarettes made you look cool
smoking them with friends at school
the newspaper was hard but fun
we couldnt leave till it was done
making sure that every story
was interesting and not boring
the chess club was a real treat
my competition was so neat
against a boy that was not grinning
when i called out check mate from winning
G-rand someone whose old but yet young, leading the youth with wisdom;
R-ossting royal comings to be completely bald, yet teaching the truth never fail;
A-ppraisals and appearances up keep while rallying children get off the streets;
N-ews today and days to sweep, remembering history and history feats;
D-oing most things for others not selfish relentless gathering family reunions;
P-leasing all well almost all else, elder Mother, elder Father, grand...
Almost dying, yet still revealing one's self;
R-epeat turn the other chin cheek, little children, young adult in Ahh! in
shock can't speak!!
E-nter in the rustic dried out golden
N-ever say no to friend or for, always respect your elders;
T-odays the day for being golden and born
Simple said, simply heard senior minded stop the habit of disrespecting the aged;
Close your mouth open your eyes hands and heart if you wanna live long life like them you should
these are the words for the Grandparent HOOD
07/31/14
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